Xiao Chen's words spread in the Demon God Palace.

It seemed like a thunder sounded like a flat ground, exploded in the entire Demon God Palace.

Some people are familiar with Xiao Chen. Xiao Chen was once a disciple of the Demon God Palace, and he was also an extremely powerful existence among the core disciples. He had a very good relationship with the sons of the god Song Shuhang and Zhuge Zhantian.

Among the core disciples, Qi Xuanbing and Leng Bingning are also his friends.

It is Feng Xiaoyao's disciple.

But now, Xiao Chen is the son of the ancient god and a famous town.

But now that Feng Xiaoyao had just died, Xiao Chen came to visit him. The feeling was self-evident. For a moment, everyone noticed something was wrong and only watched from a distance, talking about it.

Even the Son of God dared not come forward, and the core disciples are even more so.

Soon, Zhuge Zhantian and Leng Bingning came over.

Zhuge Zhantian looked at Xiao Chen with a complicated expression and said, "Xiao Chen, Lao Song has told you everything."

Xiao Chen nodded and looked at them.

"Where is Xuanbing?"

Leng Bingning spoke, "He said he had no shame to see you."

Xiao Chen sighed.

"It's not his fault for this, but Brother Feng won't die in vain. I will let those people pay their blood debts."

"Xiao Chen, don't be impulsive."

Both of them winked at Xiao Chen, but Xiao Chen didn't care at this time.

Afterwards, Song Shuhang also arrived.

Behind him are the palace lord, elders and teachers of the Demon God Palace.

Their pace was slow and heavy.

There wasn't much smile on his face either.

The Lord of the Demon God Palace came to Xiao Chen, looked at Xiao Chen, and said, "Greetings to the Son of the Ancient God."

Now Xiao Chen's identity is no better than before.

The ancient son of god is equivalent to the identity of the elder of the supreme power.

No country can give face.

Because he can represent the supreme forces to carry out the power of life and death.

Even the Lord of the Demon God Palace is in awe.

Behind them, the elders and teachers of the Demon God Palace bowed and bowed. Chu Long and Mo Wuji's expressions were a little complicated, and they were slightly afraid, but they were well concealed.

Xiao Chen looked at everyone and sneered: "Palace Master, Xiao Chen once practiced in the Demon God Palace. This time he came back to visit his hometown."

Hearing this, the Lord of the Demon God Palace smiled slightly.

"Well, I have heard of it for a long time. The Son of God was once extremely talented in the Demon God Palace, so he must not be a mortal. Now it seems that I have not read the wrong person."

Xiao Chen smiled and glanced at everyone.

His expression was full of doubt.

"Palace Master, I once worshipped under the disciple of Feng Xiaoyaofeng's teaching. He is very nice to Xiao Chen. Why don't you see him now? I want to talk to him."

In a word, everyone's heart sank.

Is it important to be the main topic...

The Lord of the Demon God Palace looked complicated and regretful.

"Son of God, you came here by chance. I'm not sure about it. Fengshuo... has passed away in a mission."

In a word, Xiao Chen's face sank slightly.

Then he said, "I want to see his body."

Behind him, an elder spoke, "Son of God, Feng Xiaoyao has been buried." When he spoke, his expression flashed slightly, and he did not dare to look at Xiao Chen. Xiao Chen captured this.

If it is an accident, why do many people make excuses themselves?

Still a little guilty.

This happened to Xiao Chen confirm that Feng Xiaoyao's death was accidental, but someone deliberately did it.

It was killed by someone!

"Then dig it out!" Xiao Chen looked at the elder, his voice calm.

Hearing this, everyone was shocked.

The elder looked up at Xiao Chen, frowned slightly, and looked dissatisfied, "Son of God, Feng Zhishi taught you at least. Now he is dead, his body is not cold. You are actually going to dig a grave, it's a bit..."

Before the elder could finish speaking, Xiao Chen's face turned cold.

"I said, dig it out, don't understand?"

In a word, everyone was afraid to speak out. Chu Long and Mo Wuji's faces changed slightly, and cold sweats oozed out of their foreheads.

Xiao Chen's strength also changed the expression of the Lord of the Demon God Palace slightly.

Finally, he said: "Come, dig out Feng Xiaoyao's corpse."

Xiao Chen looked at the Palace Master of the Demon God Palace and asked, "I dare to ask the Palace Master, what mission Brother Feng is doing to die? I want to know, Brother Feng is kind to me, I don't want him to die in an unknown way."

The four words "unclear" and "unclear" are deeply touching someone's heart.

But Xiao Chen looked unaware of it.

They all felt trembling.

The Palace Master of the Demon God Palace said: "Son of God, the affairs of the sect will remain unchanged."

Xiao Chen smiled and said, "Palace Master, Xiao Chen is also a disciple of the Demon God Palace. I should not be considered an outsider."

Everyone looked slightly solemn.

Xiao Chen's words are unrefutable.

So an elder said, "Son of God, that mission was to go to a ruin in the holy land of the Heavenly Demon Kingdom to find divine objects, but Feng Cultivators were besieged by monsters, and Feng Cultivators were severely injured by monsters and died."

The Lord of the Demon God Palace nodded.

Xiao Chen is not talking about it.

Instead, he walked towards Feng Xiaoyao's corpse that had been carried over.

Looking at Xiao Chen, Song Shuhang and Zhuge Zhantian all looked slightly solemn. They all knew Xiao Chen's temper. Today's matter should not be a waste, and I'm afraid the Demon God Palace will be turned upside down.

The corpse has smelled.

But Xiao Chen had an extremely expression on his face, and his expression was filled with pain.

Looking back on the past, Xiao Chen's eyes became colder.

Xiao Chen lifted the covered white cloth, and Feng Xiaoyao had traces of monster tearing, and for the miserable reason, one arm was gone, the wound was bitten by monsters, which looked terrible, and even his face was a little distorted.

Xiao Chen slowly closed his eyes and a drop of tears fell.

"Brother Feng..." Xiao Chen shouted in a low voice.

"Li Xingtian, come and test the injury. I want to know the cause of Brother Feng's death." Hearing this, Li Xingtian nodded, came to Feng Xiaoyao's side, and carefully investigated, and the people in the Demon God Palace looked solemn.

An elder wanted to stop Xiao Chen from staying in place with a look.

At this time, Mo Wuji and Chu Long both looked different.

"Xiao Chen won't find out, right..." Mo Wuji sent a voice to Chu Long, and Chu Long's expression became calm. He looked at Xiao Chen and sneered.

"He is not a god. Feng Xiaoyao is now bitten by a monster and is covered in wounds. How can he see that, just relying on his follower? It's a fantasy. Don't worry, it's okay!"

Mo Wuji nodded, but was still panicked.

Li Xingtian stood up, walked to Xiao Chen's side, and slowly said, "Master, Feng Xiaoyao's ribs were completely broken, roots were pierced into the internal organs, and the cartilage in the skull was broken, and his face would deform over time. I concluded that Feng Xiaoyao died first and then was thrown into the monster to bite, so that he would be like this now."

In a word, Chu Long and Mo Wuji's faces changed drastically.

"You speak nonsense, what are you? You are just following it. Is there any part of your words here?"

Chu Long and Mo Wuji said angrily, they were panicked.

Because what Li Xingtian said is not bad at all.

Xiao Chen's expression changed, no longer concealed, looked at the two of them and slowly spoke: "Do you really think I don't know anything?"
Chapter completed!