Chapter 1017 The Beginning of the Bloody City 63

"I, Situ Long, never forgot the humiliation that year, and I will never forget the insult you once gave to me."

"Situ Long, twenty years ago, you were a fool. I didn't expect that twenty years later, you would still be a fool. Do you think I would come to Zhongnanhai alone? Haha" The roaring laughter of the old man in the Chinese clothing flashed in the Purple Light Pavilion, and with his laughter, the air was twisted. Four people all over his body appeared in the air, resonating with the dozens of white-robed dragon martial groups.

"Situ Long, if you want to chase me, you should beat you to defeat your Iron Dragon Blood Guard back then, Dragon Martial Group? Haha I'm leaving."

Under the obstruction of these four blood-red figures, Situ Long watched the old man in China take Xiang Yufeng away. The angry Situ Long vented all his anger on the four Dragon Blood Guards. And everyone ignored one thing at this moment, that was Wang Meng. At this moment, Wang Meng had transformed from his previous hostility to Xiang Yufeng into a bone-like hatred, and Wang Meng's hatred even included the entire Moluo Palace. This is because the old man in China just now was Wang Meng's master, the palace master of the Moluo Palace, but his master had no chance to look at this disciple. All his eyes and all his heart were on the man named Xiang Yufeng.

Wang Meng clenched his fists, his lips were bitten out of blood. He looked at the direction where the old man in China and Xiang Yufeng left with hatred. The voice of hatred rang in his heart over and over again: Xiang Yufeng, Moluo Palace, remember, the insult you sowed to me Wang Meng today. In the future, I will try it back a hundred times, ten thousand times, you will wait, you will wait.

Shu Road, 100,000 mountains.

There are many peaks and valleys, and there are many peaks. The bushes and forests are swaying, with trunks and branches, and all shapes. They are either upright and straight on the shore, or independent on the top of the peak, or hanging upside down, or hanging like a cliff, or sharply like a sword. Some follow the cliffs and ravines and surround the rocks; they pass through the cracks of the cranes and holes, breaking out the stones. Sometimes they hang, sometimes they lie, sometimes they rise, and sometimes they rise, making strange and strange.

The magnificent waves and boundless look are naturally used to describe this fog and cloud that has always been with us for the ages and has never been separated.

Ten thousand mountains are drowned in the snow waves of clouds and snow. The sun shines, the clouds become whiter, the pines become greener, and the stones are more strange. The flowing clouds are scattered among the peaks, and the clouds come and go, and the changes are unpredictable. When the wind is calm, the sea of ​​clouds is spread out thousands of acres, the waves are as flat as mirrors, reflecting the shadow of the mountain. The sky is high in the distance, the sea is wider, and the peaks are swaying gently like boats, and it seems to be within reach nearby. I can't help but want to pick up a handful of clouds to feel its gentle texture.

Suddenly, the wind and clouds rose and the waves rolled, surging like a tide, and the vastness of the sky, and the white waves were empty, and the waves slammed the shore, like thousands of troops swept through the peaks. When the breeze was blowing, the clouds in all directions were slow, and the trickle passed through the gaps between the peaks; the sea of ​​clouds gradually dissipated, and the lightness was a line of sunshine sprinkled with gold and painted colors, and the thick part was rising and falling. The sea of ​​clouds rose and fell in a flash. The sea of ​​clouds rose and the sea of ​​clouds, and the sea of ​​clouds were colorful.

But all of this is always just the embellishment of the Dark Martial Palace, which is tall and majestic, although it is a dead object, but it is like a giant god in the sky!

At this time, the dark martial arts hall was brightly lit. An old man was sitting on a high seat, with a pair of eagle-like eyes flashing with cold light!

"Prince Lord, as soon as this boy came, he entered the Demon Blood Pool. Isn't it too early?"

This is the Dark Martial Hall of the Moluo Palace. The old man sitting in the highest position like an emperor is the palace master bell hall of the Moluo Palace. The person who speaks is Chen Xiaobo, one of the ten martial kings of the Moluo Palace.

Zhongtang's mouth raised slightly, and he looked at the distance of the Dark Martial Hall and said, "I think the Tiandao Sect must be quite lively at this moment. Those so-called white Taoists who are self-righteous must have gathered together." Zhongtang finished speaking and looked at Chen Xiaobo, "You said, what will happen to them after they know that the inheritor of the Ji Shang Demon Emperor has arrived in my Moluo Palace? Do you think they will leave us too much time?"

"No!" Zhongtang did not give Chen Xiaobo a chance to answer. He continued, "The Moluo Palace has no time, and as the next Master of the Moluo Palace, he has no time even more."

"However, the Palace Master should know more clearly that the power of the Demon Blood Pool is so powerful that he is better. Although he is the inheritor of the Demon Emperor, he has never been soaked in the Demon Blood Pool. What if something happens, what should I do?"

"As the Demon Emperor of this generation, he should have the awareness of destroying everything, and it also includes destroying himself. His path has long been decided. I just have to advance the time. If he can't make it, I will be his life, because the conditions for a powerful warrior are not only strong force, but never discouraged and follow the footsteps of power forever. As the Supreme Demon Emperor, he is naturally even more so.

The bell hall walked down from the high throne, walked to the front of the hall, looking at the blood-red building not far away, with infinite light inside of the eyes.

There was a bloody color, and in this huge room, there was endless blood red everywhere. In the center of the room, there was an extremely huge pool, but it was not water in the pool, but a dazzling fluid like blood. When you look closer, you could smell a strong smell of blood.

And in the center of the blood pool, a shadow that looked like a human appeared and disappeared from time to time. This figure was neither someone else, but Xiang Yufeng.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, and Xiang Yufeng in the blood pool raised his head violently. At this moment, his eyes, face, and body were all red, completely gone from his former appearance. He was like a ferocious beast that was full of blood, sucking the blood in the blood pool to his heart's content.

"Boom!" Thunder exploded again in the room, and thousands of lightning bolts were hitting the ground! The power of this thunder exploded was extremely powerful! Amid the roar, the whole room was shocked! The thousands of lightning bolts became extremely flexible, as if they had their own life!

At the same time, Xiang Yufeng's body suddenly shone brightly, and red flames burned around Xiang Yufeng's body, forming a bright and dazzling light, and violently blew out strong winds in the room.
Chapter completed!