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Chapter 1408: Revenge

Thirty-two halls, one hall.

In the middle of the huge temple, there is a golden throne.

On that throne sat a scrawny old man.

The old man's face had dense black spots, and if he looked closely, it turned out to be some black larvae, which burrowed into the old man's face, and then came out again.

"Ahem, ahem......"

The old man coughed heavily, a smear of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, his face was as pale as a blank piece of paper, and the vitality in his body was suppressed little by little, as if his life was coming to an end.

Below him, stood a young man.

The young man was handsome and thin, and when he saw the old man like this at this moment, his face was anxious, and he asked, "Master, are you okay?" Is that energy still devouring the life essence in your body?"

The old man looked up at the young man with great difficulty.

This young man was his disciple and the only one.

"Mo Chuan ......"

"As the people of the thirty-two halls, we cannot escape this tragic fate, there is a good saying, God has opened a door, and naturally closes a door......"

The old man's eyes gradually dimmed, gray, without any light, and his expression was all dim, which was a peep for life.

It was as if death was a very normal thing for the old man, and there was nothing to fear him.

"Master, you won't, you are the emperor of the thirty-second hall, you will definitely not die!" said the young man named Mo Chuan excitedly, but crystal tears were already rolling down his face.

As a personal disciple of the Emperor of the Palace, he knew what poison the old man in front of him had suffered.

It can be said that in the entire thirty-two halls, as long as the people in the thirty-two halls are infected with this poison.

The only difference is that the higher the cultivation, the higher the status, the stronger the speed in the person.

At this moment, there is a mark in the old man's body.

This mark was no stranger to the disciples of the Thirty-Two Halls.

Because this mark is the mark of the devil.

It's just that unlike the rest, the old man's demon mark is dark red, exuding a strong energy, and it is this strange energy that is wantonly strung in the old man's body, burrowing into the old man's body like a poisonous worm, devouring the vitality in the old man's body.

In essence, Emperor Diandi is only in his thirties, he is a middle-aged man, but because he has lost a lot of vitality, his appearance has aged for more than ten years, and now he looks like a pale old man.

"You and I can't escape this damn fate, you and I are both pawns of someone, and now, it seems that my pawn is going to be scrapped!"

The old man's eyes became darker and darker, losing the brilliance he should have, and his tone was quite helpless, but more unwilling.

But even if you are unwilling, what can you do?

Sometimes, providence makes people, and fate is like this.

The more you don't bow your head, the more the heavens will make you bow your head.

"Master, we can think of another way, there must be a way, there must be a way to get rid of the demon mark in your body!" the young man said excitedly, tears had already fallen on his handsome face, and he was extremely anxious in his heart.

"It's useless, give up, the previous palace emperor, do you know how he died?" Suddenly, the old man raised his head and looked at the young man, as if he wanted to tell the young man the secrets in his heart one by one.

When the young man heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and instinctively said, "How did he die?"

The previous Emperor of the Thirty-Two Palaces was known as the most outstanding person in the history of the Thirty-two Palaces, and he was also the strongest Emperor in the history of the Thirty-two Palaces.

However, even he could not escape the fate of death.

It is rumored that during one of his cultivations, when he was about to break through the bottleneck, suddenly an incomparably crazy thunder shot from the sky, and it fell suddenly, making him go mad, and at that time, he encountered the attack of the seventy-two cave emperors, which made the palace emperor angry, and finally died of hatred.

This is something that everyone in the disciples of the thirty-two halls knows.

Could it be that this is not the case?

"He's the same as me, he's been hit by this damn demon's mark. The old man said slowly, coughing heavily again, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his face became even paler, like a blank piece of paper.

"Master!"

The young man said anxiously.

The old man wanted to say something, but at this moment, a strange energy suddenly attacked.

"This ......"

With the arrival of this energy, the dead qi in the old man's body disappeared little by little, and a burst of vitality appeared.

"Vitality...... It's life!"

The old man's voice began to tremble, and the wrinkles on his face were throbbing.

It was the first time he felt alive.

"Master, what is this?" The young man standing beside him felt the extra vitality in the old man's body, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"I don't know, but what is certain is that some of the disciples under it must have absorbed this energy! You must know that the Demon Seal is one seal after another, and the disciples must transfer twenty percent of themselves to someone one level higher than their own status during their cultivation, and so on!"

The old man's originally dim eyes also became wonderful at this moment.

"Great! As long as we find this man, we will be saved!" the young man also cried out, his face extremely excited.

......

Ye Qingyun didn't know that the improvement of his cultivation had attracted the attention of so many big people in the Thirty-Second Palace.

At this moment, he had already said goodbye to the two brothers and sisters who fell into the fire, stepped on the bone dragon alone, and went crazy all the way towards the thirty-two halls!

He stepped on the bone dragon, his white clothes fluttering, his long hair fluttering, his eyes were full of coldness, thinking of the old woman's old face, he couldn't help but feel sick in his heart.

The woman tried to kill him again and again.

Frame him again and again!

"I will avenge this revenge!" Ye Qingyun's eyes became colder and colder, and little by little, a cold light slowly emerged from his pupils, and everywhere he looked, the space became solidified.

Gradually, a huge outline of a city appeared in front of his eyes, and in this city there were a total of thirty-two halls falling into it.

In the thirty-two halls, it is stipulated that those who enter must walk on foot without waiting to step on their mounts.

But Ye Qingyun directly ignored this rule and stepped on the bone dragon like this.

The bone dragon flew forward, and soon appeared on top of the thirty-two halls.

In the middle of the city, when a warrior saw this scene, his eyes suddenly became solemn, and he roared in a deep voice: "Who is coming? Report your name! Enter the thirty-two cities, and you must not travel in the sky!"

Seeing that the white-clothed young man above did not react, the warrior's face sank, and a bow and arrow quickly appeared in his hand.