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Muyun Jiancheng said: "I hope it is the second type."

Compared with the demon emperor's ambition to recover, the result of the alien race controlling the demon race is easier for people to accept, and things will become simpler.

But after all, it's all just speculation, without any hard evidence.

Luo Changfeng and Muyun Jiancheng knew very well that no matter what the situation was, they could not take it lightly when they were in Jueyunling, the Demonic Domain.

On the bed, Lin Twelve, a young demon boy, put his hands on his body and tried to sit up.

Luo Changfeng wanted to step forward to help him, but was stubbornly rejected by the young man.

Finally after a long struggle, the young man sat up sideways and leaned on the pillow. He was sweating profusely and let out a long sigh of relief. He cupped his fists at the two of them and said sincerely with the etiquette of the human race: "Twelve would like to ask the two seniors for help.

thing."

Luo Changfeng and Muyun Jiancheng looked at him.

Lin Twelve said: "I don't know why the two seniors were involved in the danger of entering Jueyunling, but Twelve sincerely hopes that if it can be avoided, I kindly ask the seniors not to go on a killing spree in the Monster Clan and hurt innocent people."

Luo Changfeng smiled.

This demon boy Lin Twelve is so smart and kind that people can't help but like him.

The unsmiling Mu Yun Jiancheng rarely said something interesting: "Don't worry, we are also peace lovers."

When Lin San, the tea shop owner, invited the doctor to go back, Luo Changfeng and Mu Yun Jiancheng had already left. They left the town and walked deeper into Jueyun Ridge.

They thought that now that they had a clue, they should continue to pursue the truth hidden in the haze of the Six Hundred Miles of Jueyunling Demon Realm. As for Lin Twelve's future destiny, whether he would be unknown or arrogant to his contemporaries, it all depends on him.

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Two days later, the two appeared in the mountains where the demon tribe lived a hundred miles away.

Most of the so-called tribes have direct blood relatives who hold important positions in the Demon Emperor Cloud Palace, which is equivalent to the family behind the civil and military officials of the human empire.

Therefore, it goes without saying that the major tribes are rooted in mountains and rivers, and they also occupy excellent resources. Compared with villages and towns on the fringes, there are more prosperous palaces hidden in the mountains, and you can even feel it from time to time.

The aura of a great demon who has reached the spiritual orifice realm.

According to Luo Changfeng's estimation, this place is close to Bailiyun Palace, the core of the Demon Realm's ruler's residence. Therefore, the two of them had to be cautious along the way.

In the forest, Luo Changfeng let out a light sigh.

Muyun Sword City was also looking into the distance with clear eyes.

The two of them noticed the sound of fighting behind the green hills beside them at the same time, so they spread out their movements, just like two gusts of wind passing through the top of the mountain with leaves bowing their heads but barely visible.

They are not hidden in the clouds, but as light as a bird's toes tapping on the tops of towering ancient trees.

There is a secluded path three hundred meters away, and there is a carriage parked on the path that is about twice as tall as what is usually seen in the outside world.

There were two groups of people fighting around the carriage.

One of the men was tall and rough, with half-naked arms, a copper ring hanging from his left ear, and black tattoos on his arms. He looked like a guard from a certain tribe of the demon clan.

On the other hand, everyone was wearing black clothes and their faces were covered with silver blades shining in their hands. They were obviously killers who did not want to reveal their identities.

Luo Changfeng and the other two quietly looked at the one-sided attack and killing scene on the trail, and then looked at the carriage, which still made no movement.

Suddenly thinking of a person, Luo Changfeng said: "These people seem to be a clan of giant spirits."

After Liancheng Jue, the head of three generations of disciples of the Eight Hundred Sects of Tiandong, was consecrated, Jingtian Twelve Stars withdrew from the stage of history and was replaced by Jiujinlan.

Among the Nine Golden Orchids, half of the blood flowing in the giant spirits that were once under the sky demon constellation belonged to the demon giant spirit clan. The appearance and dress of these tall tribal guards in front of them were exactly the same as the one from Tiandong.

Muyun Jiancheng didn't speak, he just watched the fight on the forest path.

The strength of the dozens of black-clad killers was obviously superior to that of the tribal guards. It didn't take long for the last giant spirit guard to fall under the shining silver blade.

So a dozen men in black immediately formed a formation and surrounded the carriage.

As if hearing a moment of silence all around, a hand came out of the carriage, lifted the curtain, and then a person stepped out.

He was an old man who was probably over a hundred years old. Compared with the guards who were traveling with him, he was dressed more luxuriously. Even though he was hunched over and leaning on a crutch, he was still much taller than ordinary human men.

After the old man got off the carriage, one of the killers took off his mask and said, "Master Taifu, you are well."

At the top of the treetop, Luo Changfeng was quite surprised.

As expected, the title of Tutor of the Demon Realm refers to the tutor of Lin'er, the Prince of the Demon Clan in the Baili Cloud Palace. In the Cloud Palace, he should be the same as the prime minister, similar to the head of the civil and military officials.

The old man from the Giant Spirit Tribe, who was called the Grand Tutor, gritted his teeth and said, "It is indeed that old thief! He encouraged the Crown Prince and His Highness the Princess to betray the contract they made with the human race countless years ago, and now he wants to kill me and eradicate the Yun Palace.

Dissidents, I have thought that our demon clan has been stable for thousands of years, but now we are going to die in the hands of that old thief! You help the tyrants to commit evil, and you will be condemned by the world in the future, and you are the sinners of millions of people of our demon clan!"

The old man of the giant spirit tribe hated him deeply.

Unable to control himself, he tapped the cane in his hand on the ground. It was a shame that he, a scholar, had no cultivation, otherwise he would have beaten these rebellious ministers and traitors to death with a stick.

The killer who took off his turban and revealed his true face smiled and said: "These cynical words, Master Taifu, should be told to all the ghosts and ghosts under Jiuquan. Our task is to cut off Master Taifu's head and return to work, so we don't have this leisurely leisure time."

Listen to your nagging."

The prince of the demon tribe hummed: "Even if I end up in hell, I will never let you go!"

"Then you'd better go to hell first..."

The man who took off his mask suddenly jumped up and threw the bloody silver blade in his hand.

A cold light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the Prince and Tutor of the Giant Spirit Clan, as if the god of death was approaching, which made him reluctantly close his eyes and welcome death.

In an instant, he felt a chill with the smell of blood pass by his ears, and then with a bang, the silver blade was inserted into the carriage window.

The old man from the giant spirit clan opened his eyes, only to see the man's eyes were bloodshot and protruding, his face was full of shock, and he was no longer breathing. The man fell, and after landing, his head was separated.

"Who?"

Witnessing the mysterious death of the leader of Yuanshen Shangjing, the remaining killers in black panicked. They looked around one by one, trying to find the powerful enemy hidden in the dark.

There is indeed a powerful enemy watching in the secret, but the real culprit who cut off their leader's head is in the open.

There was a sword flying in the clear cloud sky, making a circle and then flying down again. The sword was as fast as lightning, flying through the crowd of black-clad killers one after another, splashing lines of blood.

In the blink of an eye, all the killers in black were killed by flying swords. Only one person was left, who was so frightened that he ran away.

Muyun Sword City's flying sword would naturally not leave such a disaster behind to report back. It was suspended in front of the man's eyes, the tip of the sword pointed directly between the eyebrows.

The man was so frightened that he dared not take a step forward, so he turned around and tried to escape again. But when he turned around, he realized that there was a sword without blood stains staring at him.

A scream before death echoed through the forest, and two flying swords pierced the man's eyebrows one after the other at the same time.

Two figures wearing bamboo hats fell on the path full of corpses, and the two flying swords flew into their palms and disappeared.

Luo Changfeng and Mu Yun Jiancheng looked at each other, obviously admiring each other for the sword they had just struck.