Shui Ling'er came to the gate of the Tomb of Despair, and guessed that his respected Mr. Yufeng was imprisoned by the Demon King, so he couldn't help but crash into the Tanglin Gate. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But before he could hit it, the door opened on its own, causing him to fall solidly. He didn't care about the pain in his bones, he got up with a sigh, took two steps forward with a limp, and was shocked by the magnificent scene of the palace city in the demon tomb, and he couldn't take a step.

"Water bell, please move forward. You will see a white jade square, you walk along the Danqi, walk into the main hall. Ignore the soldiers defending the city on both sides of the road, they won't stop you. ”

Whose voice is this? It seems to come from a distant space, like gurgling water, and with an indescribable demon. It sounded familiar to him, and he remembered the teleportation when Feather Wind summoned him in the Pear Blossom Pass. But he didn't dare to compare Mr. with this voice. After all, this is not Pear Blossom Pass, but the Demon Tomb!

He followed the instructions of the voice, step by step, and sighed as he walked, this is a gorgeous palace, although there is no fairy clouds of Penglai, and there is no verdant and deep Jiluo Mountain, but everywhere you can see a continuous piece of gold bricks and jade tiles, as well as all kinds of tall buildings carved by Danying along the way.

Finally walked to the square paved with white jade, and the square was indeed heavily guarded by demon soldiers. Looking up, on the jade steps, which were almost as high as the sky, there was a demon soldier standing in full armor and holding a halberd at every third level.

These demon soldiers stood solemnly, one by one like expressionless stone sculptures, he was such a big living person and broke in, and no one came to stop him.

In this way, he walked up the Dan steps and walked all the way to the main hall unimpeded.

In the lobby of the main hall, the atmosphere is solemn.

The ones who are guarding the left and right are no longer demon soldiers, but palace guards with treasure swords on their waists.

In addition to the sword-wielding guards, there are hundreds of palace maids on both sides of the palace.

Although this demon tomb is imposing, Shui Ling'er has no fear. At this time, half of his body was no longer painful, but it was still covered in ash. He didn't bother to shoot, and walked all the way in front of those people with a big grin.

This time, not only did they not stop him, but they also saluted him respectfully.

"Hey, you look handsome and have benefits, and you can be seen as stars and moon when you enter the Demon Tomb!" Shui Ling'er was very proud of her handsome face, which was gray and yellow, but her eyes were still purring around, looking for Mr. Yufeng's figure.

Looking left and right, the strange voice sounded in the hall again: "Shui Ling'er, you can be regarded as having found a place!"

The voice, which no longer sounded in the air, made it more familiar to him, but he was determined not to force himself to believe that it was from Mr. Feather Wind.

"How is this possible...... Shui Ling'er looked up in a trance, and saw that facing the temple gate, on the pedestal of three feet high, the green smoke from the incense burner was surrounded, and in the smoke, a huge, glowing demon king's throne stood horizontally. In the throne, a graceful figure was reclining lazily.

He was dressed in a golden brocade robe, and his huge tail hung down from his throne and dragged him all the way to the heavenly steps. Long black hair covered the shaved shoulders and covered the placket.

His eyelids glowed with red flame color, and a faint golden fire talisman jumped between his eyebrows, and his whole body was reflected, with an indescribable demon king demeanor.

Although he was full of demon king, he was staring at himself with a pair of gorgeous and clear eyes, and his eyes were full of surprise. With such a look, it is impossible to lie, so it is straightforward to prove to him that the demon king is the one who has always made him admire infinitely and let his ancestor and aunt pay his life to love, Mr. Yufeng.

"You...... Are you ......" Shui Ling'er still stubbornly refused to admit it, her lips trembled, she stood unsteadily, and suddenly collapsed to the ground. Surprised and sad, and full of grievances, tears of anger were about to fall from his eyes.

He suddenly remembered that when he was practicing the Yao Hai Jue, the Son of Heaven who appeared in his dream: green hair and red eyebrows, and a big face with an inverted triangle, he was simply ugly and vicious. In his mind, that should be the image of the exclusive demon king, how can it be equated with his elegant, noble, and outstanding Mr. Yufeng? )