The Son of Heaven sat in the side hall of the Tomb of Despair, in the Fan Yao Palace. In front of him were pieces of music from all over the world, piled up like a hill.

Since the return of the demon king, while systematically managing the army, he has also restarted the rule of the heavens/dynasties with great fanfare.

This measure is more conducive to ordinary demons: through the restoration of the official appointment and dismissal system, the appointment of magistrates to carry out hierarchical management of the demon clan, the hidden demons no longer need to hide their identities, but can end the days of hiding in Tibet, and puff out of the hiding places and return to the world. Many demon families even beat gongs and drums and set off firecrackers to celebrate.

It is a good thing that the demon clan has returned to the Six Realms, but because the momentum is too big, it is inevitable that there will be cases of spreading rumors and robbing in the name of the demon king.

For example, some unscrupulous profiteers in the market smelled the smell of copper from the return of the demon king, so they began to sell all kinds of so-called monsters to make money. What's more, it is rumored that demon blood can cure all diseases, so some people use pig blood to pass off as demon blood and sell it to people who are sick and rush to the doctor, but the result is not only not cured, but also a life lawsuit.

This kind of chaotic identity of the demon has become very noble for a while, as long as it is related to the demon, it seems that anything can be resold.

This crooked wind blew more and more, and spread to the Tomb of Despair, causing the anxiety of the Son of Heaven. In order to prevent causing more confusion to the existing Three Realms, he secretly issued an edict from the Son of Heaven to all parties, requesting that the envoy who specializes in the chronicle of the demon clan should report the situation of all the demon organizations in the world in detail, and make a list of demons and count the number of people alive.

Those who were even more effective in handling things, mobilized their subordinates together, and within a few days, they checked out the various branches of the demon clan, and they kept handing them over one by one.

Although the twists and turns are like a mountain, none of the Son of Heaven is missed. Every time I looked at it, I sighed, it turned out that in addition to the military strength, the demon clan even had such a huge proportion of the population in the Six Realms.

Although his father is a mad python with no talent, but as the so-called diligence can make up for clumsiness, he led the demon soldiers to fight in the east and west for hundreds of years, and the demon population has grown explosively wherever he has stepped on his iron hooves.

Not only that, even though it has been hidden from the world for 500 years, this vigorous development trend is like a fire hidden in the ground, but it is invisible to the eyes, but the secret momentum has never been weakened.

"Demon Clan, Demon Clan, who should I find to lead so as not to pose a threat to the other Five Realms? God, please help me to find this destined person as much as possible! ”

He clasped his hands into fists and prayed silently, and when he opened his eyes again, his gaze rested on a blue-faced notebook. The signature of the person who folded it was Chengtian Si Guan Gao of the West Sea Demon Department, and the name was folded in four words, "Xihai Private Prison".

"Xihai, private prison?" The word "private prison", like two steel needles inserted into his eyes, instantly sounded in his mind with the peak of the pearl peak, Xi Mutong said to him: "Elder Nanfeng has set up a demon clan private prison at the bottom of the sea on a certain side, and in the private prison, he will refine the giant insect corpse poison and mutilate the common people......"

He hurriedly opened the fold and looked at the content carefully, and his heart was instantly shocked.

It is clearly written on the fold: Xihai Private Prison, set up by Elder Nanfeng, the Holy Monarch of the Demon Clan, is dedicated to imprisoning other ordinary clansmen outside the Demon Realm.

The private prison is located in the Xilong Tower at the bottom of the West Sea, with a height of nine floors and 81 cells. In the 78 years since the establishment of the private prison, as of the date of the last performance, there have been more than one million prisoners, but less than 100 prisoners have lived.

Most of the prisoners were refined by the Holy Monarch Pill Furnace, and the giant insect corpse was poisoned, and the south wind also used this corpse poison to use the silver bead bullet of the wind and thunder.

There is a shell harbor on the east side of the West Dragon Tower, which is a burial place. So far, the location of the private prison is extremely secret, and no one in the Three Realms knows its location, so whenever there is a missing person case in the Three Realms, most of them end with the conclusion of being assassinated by the demon king, and the whereabouts of the missing person are never investigated.

"How can it be!" Seeing the last word, the Son of Heaven was so angry that he clapped the case, "This old man who has lost his conscience dares to proclaim himself a holy king? ”

He threw the fold to the ground, waited for a moment to calm down, and then raised his hand again to let the fold fly back into his hand, and then pointed at the night pearl that was used for lighting on the desk.

When the pearl light began to flicker regularly, he ordered: "Send me the Chengtian Si Guan Gao of the Western Sea Demon Department!" ”

As soon as the words fell, a row of voices was handed out from afar, "Chuan - Western Demon Clan Chengtian Division - Guan Gao - " (to be continued.) )