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Suddenly, the Demon Lord's mood suddenly became violent. There was a burst of fog and demon energy, and he roared angrily: "Damn it!"

"Ye Xiao, not only do I want your person, your body, your spiritual power, and your soul, I also want to trap your Yuanling for millions of years, and I will torture and ravage you with boundless demonic fire every day.

You bastard, how dare you ruin my good deeds..."

With a "boom" sound, a whirlwind suddenly rolled up on the ground and rushed out with a "sudden" sound.

Outside, I don't know how far away on the ground, there was a sudden storm in the sky, and the wind was surging.

Everyone who heard this violent roar, regardless of their level of cultivation, without exception, shuddered.

At this moment, it was almost like the feeling of walking through a cemetery in the wilderness late at night and being suddenly hit by a dark wind.

The gloomy eyes of the black-clothed venerable were imperceptibly looking at the sixty-three people who were continuing to maintain the operation of the altar.

After a long, long time, he finally closed his eyelids and said softly to himself: "This should be...enough..."

His black robe fluttered and he walked slowly outside.

The black-robed venerable man walked out, but another purple-robed figure hurried in from outside and stood in front of him.

The black-robed Demon Lord stood still and stared at the visitor without any expression: "Is something wrong?"

"Father, according to the latest news, the Laughing Lord has led his men to destroy the East Hall and is now heading towards the West Hall."

The visitor is none other than Zong Xingyu, the master of the West Palace.

He is also the only biological son of the black-robed demon Zong Yuankai.

At this moment, his face was full of anxiety, and there was an indescribable look of complaint in his expression.

"Yes, I understand." The Black-clothed Demon Lord nodded expressionlessly, replied casually, and immediately walked out again.

"Father!" Zong Xingyu stopped him and said anxiously: "I don't understand why we have to sit back and watch the destruction of the East Palace? Why can't we help? The East Palace and the West Palace are like branches, and their lips are dead and their teeth are cold!"

The Black-clothed Demon Lord snorted and said: "The East Palace is the East Palace, so why are it the same as the West Palace? You only need to be in charge of your West Palace, there is no need to care about anything else."

Zong Xingyu said anxiously: "But the East Palace is also our hard work, and it is the country that you, father, have conquered with your own hands. It has been tens of thousands of years, and it has been destroyed in one day... I, I really..."

The black-clothed demon lord gave him a cold look and said nothing.

"My child wants to know the reason." Zong Xingyu insisted.

"Reason? What reason?" The dark light flickered between the eyes of the black-clothed demon king: "Are you the first person in the world to ask such a childish question? The world never needs a reason, it only needs strength.

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"But we clearly have the strength." Zong Xingyu was a little excited: "Even if the outer strength is gone, we still have enough strength! Even if the East Palace cannot be completely preserved, if the senior officials of the East Palace are able to retreat, it will still be a bit of a loss.

No problems!”

"Even if we use all our strength and all our experts, we may not be able to kill Ye Xiao and others in a single battle in the east hall!"

"We can obviously do it!"

"But father, you would rather watch the entire East Palace being slaughtered!"

"My child is very puzzled about this. I hope my father will clarify my doubts?" Zong Xingyu's face showed a look of pain: "The East Palace is also the painstaking effort of my father for thousands of years to build it. How could it be abandoned like a pile of waste..."

The black-clothed demon lord's eyes were like two cold sharp arrows shot over, staring closely at Zong Xingyu's face: "You also said that it is my ten thousand years of hard work, it is my hard work! Is that right?"

When Zong Xingyu first heard these words that made no sense but made sense, he raised his head in astonishment and looked at his father's cold and unfeeling face. He suddenly felt in a trance and hissed: "Yes, the East Palace is yours."

Hard work! So you can destroy it however you want, right?"

There was already a hint of hysteria in Zong Xingyu's voice at this moment.

"yes!"

The black-clothed demon's eyes were always cold, as if the ice cracked and the word popped out, and his whole person was more like an icy sculpture on the top of a snow-capped mountain that had not melted for thousands of years, standing still and infinitely cold.

Zong Xingyu's body suddenly shook, and a sudden feeling of weakness arose spontaneously.

At this moment, he even knew what he wanted to say and what he should say, but he could only feel indescribable fatigue and despair.

He looked towards his father with almost unfocused eyes, and said in an erratic voice: "In this battle... even martial arts died in the battle, and died in Ye Xiao's hands..."

The black-clothed demon lord's eyes were like two bottomless pools. He looked at him as he spoke, but he didn't say anything.

"The entire East Palace... all the people, no matter experts or ordinary disciples, survived, they were all killed. The East Palace has become a historical term..." Zong Xingyu continued.

The black-clothed demon king still didn't speak, and his whole body was completely silent. It seemed that at this moment, his entire body had turned into nothingness and merged into the void.

"Now, the enemy is gathering masters and coming towards the West Palace. Their intention to kill them all is obvious..." Zong Xingyu said blankly.

The black-clothed demon king's eyes finally changed. This was the only slight change so far.

Zong Xingyu caught this change very keenly, and suddenly became excited and said loudly: "Are you still planning to... want to sacrifice your other hard work, the West Palace, like the East Palace?

?!"

While saying this, Zong Xingyu's face suddenly turned red, and he was extremely emotional and angry.

But the black-clothed demon king still didn't speak, and his eyes didn't even waver at all.

Zong Xingyu stared at his father with anger in his eyes: "Your foundation has been built by you with your own hands and feet. No matter what you choose, we have no complaints!"

The black-clothed demon made a move for the first time. He turned around, tilted his head, and looked at his son with a very interesting look.

However, there was no warmth at all in his eyes.

Zong Xingyu could completely feel the indifference and alienation.

The way his father looked at him was as if he were looking at an unrelated stranger!

There is absolutely no emotion or feeling that should exist between a father and a son.

This feeling of unusual alienation from family ties has become more obvious after basically every contact over the years.

It seems that his father has gradually forgotten the so-called feelings bit by bit, peeled them off bit by bit, and left them behind bit by bit, and no longer has them.

He...seems...has gradually lost the emotions that a 'human' should have!

Well, all emotions!

Zong Xingyu felt a heartfelt tingling feeling in his heart, and murmured: "We have no complaints, we have no right to complain... But father, I don't know if you have ever thought about it, but there are people here in the West Hall.

Your son, daughter-in-law, grandson, great-grandson... there are many of your relatives and family members in the West Palace... Do you still remember this?"

The Black-clothed Demon Lord nodded indifferently and said calmly: "What I remember is the West Hall, not the East Hall. There are my son, grandson, and all my relatives in the West Hall. I remember it."

What he said was so perfunctory and careless.

When he said this, the Black-clothed Demon Lord even felt a sense of ridicule and the urge to laugh in his heart.

Relatives?

ha!

Relatives?!

Is it meaningful to the great cause of Magic Map? Is it helpful?

If the answer is no, then it’s worth talking about it casually, why should you care more!

Zong Xingyu's heart felt cold.

In front of Zong Yuankai, he is a son, but after putting aside this layer of identity, he is also an old man with countless experiences and wisdom. He naturally knows what is sincerity, what is perfunctory, what is indifference, what is...ignoring

!

He turned his head and looked at this gloomy place, the nine gloomy altars, the flames of different colors...

A trace of intense hatred flashed in his eyes.

His eyes swept over those figures who had no response to his arrival and were only concentrating on delivering their essence to the altar, and there was a look of extreme sadness and pain in his eyes.

His gaze stayed for a long time, bleak but focused.

Many of them are elders who used to play with me with smiles on their faces when they were young... As they grew up, many of them spared no effort to protect them by their side...

Meticulous? Take care of themselves, even if they fight desperately; they will not allow anyone to hurt even a single hair of their own!

You are the most precious treasure in their hearts!

These people are all my father's old brothers, my uncles, and I respect them and love them; with them around, I will no longer be afraid of anything in this world, any difficulties and obstacles!

However, I don’t know since when, they have all changed, they have become taciturn, they have become unwilling to move around, they have become haggard and unrecognizable, and... I can no longer find the traces of their past.

The elders who were once the most intimate were no longer familiar with each other, became strangers, and were completely unfamiliar. They seemed to have disappeared when meeting each other. Then, they disappeared from the outside world one by one. They were reduced from being powerful men in the world to sitting here motionless.

statue.

Before everyone enters here, they will hold a grand funeral outside.

He knew clearly that they were not dead, but he still had to hold the funeral. At first, he was still very resistant; why should living people hold funerals?

But... I gradually got used to it, or because I understood it and understood it.

As long as people enter here...as long as they enter this gloomy place, they are essentially equivalent to a dead person.
To be continued...