Wen Ying walked to the left hand side of the hook sickle, his left hand supporting his right elbow, and his right hand propped up, as if he was thinking.

"Wen Ying," Feng Yin said hatefully, "I am furious at the thought of seeing your smile every day. Can you please stop your disgusting pose? It's ugly and tasteless, I don't know how the Holy Lord can put up with you by his side for so long. ”

"Huh?" Wen Ying came back to his senses slightly, "Fengyin, I can't pretend that I haven't heard this. You say, is it really ugly?"

The people of the two factions who were staring at him shook their heads desperately.

Fengyin was furious and glared back at them.

No one dared to speak, looking at the nose and nose, looking at the heart, looking taciturn.

Song Qingyang, who originally wanted to use his strength to attack the real people of Hengyang, smashed his unclean mind under the blow of Gou Sickle at this time, and he didn't even dare to think about it. Because even the slightest mistake will be explained here. At this most exciting moment, at the great moment when he was about to step on the big door valve to rise, how could he lose everything because of a small mistake?

At this time, a black gate appeared at the intersection of the three turbidity gases, covering the cracks, and with a "bang" hole, dozens of black shadows shot out from it, and fell to the ground with a "whoosh".

As soon as these black shadows appeared, they each lined up in two columns in front of Gou Sickle and Wen Ying, pointed to the ground on one knee, and touched their chests with their hands: "Welcome to the Holy Lord to the True Realm!"

Feng Yin's expression was solemn, and he led everyone to kneel down, the same posture, the same words: "Welcome to the Holy Lord to the True Realm!"

Gou Yao and Wen Ying knelt down in the air and lowered their heads deeply: "Welcome to the Holy Lord to the True Realm!"

After three undulating sounds, a foot in hideous boots stepped out of the door, followed by the other, and then the whole body.

He has long purple-black hair like turbidity, as if it is condensed by turbidity, which is very eye-catching; his facial features are handsome, releasing a breathtaking oppression; gray pupils have no trace of vitality and warmth, like a pool of stagnant water; the burly figure is wrapped in a purple-black cloak, long behind him, hunting.

This person is naturally the uncrowned king of the Scorched Prison Realm, the "Scorched Prison Rakshasa Demon Lord" who makes people tremble whenever he is mentioned in the real world.

As soon as he appeared, the void "roared" and emitted terrifying movements, as if he was resisted and repulsed, showing an extraordinary disorder.

The void is chaotic, which is manifested in the collapse of road signs and nodes, as well as the chaos of law and order.

The people of both factions couldn't help but start vomiting, they had never experienced it before, how could they resist this chaos?

"Old friend, long time no see. The Rakshasa Demon Lord looked up at the sky, and the corners of his lips outlined an inexplicable arc. This is a smile that only Wen Ying and the three of them can understand, cold and crazy.

Yes, what he did can still be described as crazy in the hearts of the three of Wen Ying today.

"Starting today," Rakshasa said with open hands, "please this seat with everything you have, and this seat will lead you to glory!"

"It's our pleasure!" no one dared to say "no."

"It's on!" Rakshasa withdrew his gaze and gently stretched out his hand, and all the turbid qi gathered like crazy, condensing into a huge cloud of turbid air above his palm.

Then, the turbid air mass slammed over everyone's heads and landed on the Dusk Dojo.

The turbidity gas "rumbled" with a muffled sound, centered on the landing point, and spread out in all directions. Where the turbidity spread, the ground cracked, and the Shura ghost soldiers with black skin all over their bodies, barbs on their backs, and humanoid ghost faces came out.

One after another, one after another, the spread of turbidity is endless, and the ghost soldiers appear endlessly.

Whew-w

The furious roars came and went, almost forming a tidal wave of sound.

But Rakshasa didn't even have the interest to look at it, and his gaze fell on a person behind Feng Yin. This person has gray skin, a pair of vertical pupils, and has never shown a trace of surprise from beginning to end, as if all the changes in front of him are just mirrors, like a dream, I don't care whether I care or not.

Feng Yin seemed to notice this, and hurriedly glanced at the person behind him: "Ghost Brake, remember what I warned you, don't disobey the Holy Lord!"

"You, come here. Rakshasa was really interested in him.

The man known as the ghost brake is naturally Sun Shiyu, who voluntarily transformed his body into the Shura Demon Body.

He walked forward, walked through the Yongdao composed of seventy-two Shura ghost generals, came to the front and knelt down, and said in a deep voice: "The ghost brake is willing to serve the Holy Lord, and spend his whole life to destroy the true realm!"

"The real realm is so easy to destroy, and this seat still has to wait for you to assist?" Rakshasa said coldly.

"It's not that easy," Onisha said lightly, "but it's not indestructible. I believe that in the heart of the Holy Lord, the conquest is not about the conquest itself, what the Holy Lord wants, I am afraid that it is not just the conquest, and the ghost brake can give you what you want, isn't that enough?"

"Presumptuous!" said Toyone, furious.

"You, you actually noticed it?"

"The positive and negative coincide, and pushing the Dusk Dojo with the power of Scorched Hell is only the first step. After the ghost brake finished speaking, he kept silent.

"Good!" Rakshasa couldn't help but laugh, "This seat has ordered you to be the generalissimo of soldiers and horses, with full authority to deploy the three major legions, and command the conquest of the true realm, under one person, above ten thousand people!"

This is really a "non-shocking speech", this time not only the commander of the three major legions and the seventy-two Shura ghost generals, but even the ghost brake himself was a little surprised, but he quickly calmed down and said: "The humble position will not live up to this holy family!"

......

Thousands of miles north of Sanshan Island, in a barren mountain in the Dusk Dojo, the person in charge of Xuanmen on Sanshan Island, Yin Yang Dashi, that is, the dream girl, was described as embarrassed and frightened leaning against a mountain wall, her face was pale, and she muttered to herself: "It's over, it's over, just care about having fun, and cause Sanshan Island to fall into the first stop of the invasion of the Scorched Prison Realm, then the evil star will not let me go, what should I do......

When the tsunami began, she knew something was wrong. Because the tsunami was actually blocked by a woman, after discovering the other party's methods, she was shocked to notice the signs of the invasion of the prison.

At that time, the Flying Sword could no longer make the trip, so she could only calm down and wait for the opportunity. The more she waited, the more frightened she felt, and she felt that she would definitely be cleaned up by Su Fu when she went back like this.

So when the tsunami was a little weaker, she did not choose to flee, but stayed and watched the situation.

She was born with the instinct to sense a crisis, and half an hour ago she suddenly sensed the omen of death, where did she dare to stay, but she really let her escape.

"No, just go back like this, that evil star will definitely dismantle me!"

She thought of Su Fu's eyes as cold as a knife, and she suddenly trembled with fright: "At least, at least you have to get a piece of useful information, maybe that evil star is soft-hearted...... Really, people have worked hard for so many years, and there is no merit and hard work......"