Five days later.

Magic Sect Headquarters.

This has always been a place that scares countless people in the world and is full of mystery.

In the rumors of the world.

There are countless old demons living in seclusion in the headquarters of the Demon Sect. Any normal person who comes here will be skinned by his heart and die in pain.

No one can leave here alive except the people from the Demon Sect.

But, you know what you understand.

It’s like the Zhengdao Sect must have been built in the fairy family’s blessed land, as if you can become an immortal by smelling the fairy energy there.

Then an evil organization like the Demon Sect must be established at the dividing point between hell and the human world, one place hell and the other place.

There are blazing ghost fires here, full of evil spirits and murderous intent. Countless resentful souls are wailing in the sky, so that people can't help but get goose bumps when they hear it.

However, the headquarters of the Magic Sect is actually a city - the Magic Emperor City.

It is located on the boundary line of Qin and Zhao, the longest mountain range in the world - Kunlun.

The Demon Emperor City is the first lord of the Demon Sect and the only city built by the Demon Sect in the history of the Demon Sect.

After his death, the Demon Sect split into the eight-line inheritance, and then passed on to this day.

After the death of the Demon Emperor, the Demon Emperor City continued to be built. To this day, it has been a small city covering an area of ​​120,000 mu and a permanent population of 80,000.

However, most of the 80,000 people are just ordinary people.

But no one knows whether the old man who was sleeping heavily on the street was the retired Demon Lord who had a great power back then, nor does anyone know whether the butcher who was carrying a butcher knife and full of flesh on his face was the magic guardian who carried out side jobs...

There is nothing wrong with the rumors in the world, that is, there are really many secluded demons hidden here.

But they were already past the age of fighting and killing, and they were just raising their old age in the Demon Emperor City, and no one dared to come here to seek revenge.

So many sects know that the headquarters of the Demon Sect is here, but there is no hero who dares to come to the door to eliminate the demons and defend the way.

Of course, it may come.

But on the way up the mountain, it became a pile of dead bones next to the road.

If any one of them could reach the headquarters, the Demon Sect would not exist for so many years, and it would be necessary to suppress the martial arts world.

Recently, a person who fought in the Demon Emperor City had to count forward to the battle between the former head of the Dugu family of the Crazy Demon Family and the Holy Heart Demon Lord decades ago.

Everyone knows the result.

The Dugu family leader returned seriously injured and died. The evil son mentioned by the Dugu family leader back then became the current Holy Heart Demon Lord.

Qiye was wearing a black robe and his black hair was smooth and smooth. He hung behind him and tied up with only an emerald green butterfly hairpin, which suddenly made the deep world a little brighter.

There is also a black gilt cloak behind her, which has its own blower function, and she walks into the inner city of Demon Emperor City with great momentum.

If the Demon Emperor City is the essence of the Demon Sect, then the inner city is the essence of the Demon Emperor City.

Eighty-nine out of ten masters in the Demon Sect will buy a house in the inner city.

First of all, don’t be able to control it, but this tone must be high.

Qi Ye is no exception.

As the first sage son of the eight veins, he occupied the mansion of the Holy Lord Butian in the inner city and told everyone with practical actions who is the one who is the one who is now in the Butian vein.

In addition to being in front of Jiang Ping, Qiye has always been domineering in his actions and is never polite.

Behind him, there was a disciple of Bu Tian, ​​both wearing black clothes and black robe, holding a sword on his waist, with a cold face, walking and walking in a cool and neat manner. Any two of them can be called a martial arts master.

But behind Qiye, they were just two small followers.

Because Qiye is destined to make everyone fade.

Otherwise, the evil-free Demon Lord in his previous life was obviously very handsome, and Jiang Ping can eat soft food now, so this face was of great significance at first.

But when staying by Qiye, Wuxie Demon Lord was instantly turned into a passerby and became an optional background board.

In front of a mansion that looks quite historically preserved.

Qiye stopped and looked up at the name of the mansion - the Emperor's Temple.

"I will call on Tongyou Gu to convene the eight meridians to discuss matters."

Qiye ordered, and while the gatekeeper was hesitating whether to stop him, he walked in directly.

Dongdongdongdongdong!!!

The dull Tongyou drum sounded, and the sound spread throughout the Demon Emperor City.

Tongyou Drum is said to be made with the human skin of the first Demon Emperor, and has the wonderful function of restraining all the magical techniques of the Demon Sect. It is not a divine weapon, but better than a divine weapon.

After all, a divine weapon has a spirit, and you have to choose a master to use it.

But anyone can beat this Tongyou Drum as long as you are qualified.

But it's just a ringing.

This thing is one of the symbols of the Demon Sect and has always been worshipped in the Emperor's Temple. Only the Lord of the Eight Veins is qualified to ring.

If anyone dares to take it out for fun, it is not respect for the ancestor system, so don’t be too ugly if you die.

So Tongyougu is strong and strong, but he has been here to eat ashes.

However, every time it rings, it will definitely have a major event that affects the entire Demon Sect.

Qiye is now just the identity of the Holy Son. He has broken the rules a little bit by ringing it.

But in the Demon Sect, the fist is the biggest.

...

In the Demon Emperor City.

On a street that looks like it hasn't been repaired for more than ten years and even the roads are bumpy, an old man with white beard who looks like a twilight man sat on the threshold of his house, shaking a palm-shaped fan full of cracked horns, muttering:

"Who beats the Tongyou Drum? Why are you trying to find something for the old man?"

As he said that, he stood up, bent his waist, held his hands behind his back, and grabbed the palm-leaf fan, looking like he was in his twilight years.

But he stepped out and reached the end of the street.

Another step, he has completely disappeared.

His name is You Jiuling, and he is also a contemporary demon gatekeeper who is responsible for guarding Tongyougu.

As soon as the Tongyou Drum sounded, he had to play the host.

"Please..."

...

Demon Emperor City, a large mansion in the outer city.

The Holy Lord Butian was playing chess with the Taoist protector Liu Weiming, when he suddenly heard the sound of drums, but he smiled leisurely:

"It seems that some people can't sit still."

Liu Weiming fell a dark spot and sighed:

"I'm afraid the Lord of the Holy Lord is disappointed. Someone came to report just now, and Qiye is back."

"Is he the one who beats the drum?"

The Holy Lord Bu Tian held Bai Zi, and his confident face couldn't help but stagnate:

"How could he be so anxious?"

As he said that, without Liu Weiming speaking, he murmured to himself:

"He is a smart child. Now he is in charge of the power to make up for the sky. It is the time to hide his strength and keep a low profile. He should not be so impulsive.

He had done a good job before, what made him change his mind?"

"Brother Weiming, what did he do this time?"

Liu Weiming shook his head and said with a wry smile:

"Now Qiye has refined the Heavenly Sword, and his skills are unfathomable. He is a man who is deeply in mind and can't figure it out.

I could have someone follow him before, but now I dare to do this, and the little affection between me and him will be gone.

I still hope to use this kind of love to support my old age.

Moreover, Qi Ye was addicted to the technique of drawing swords and killing the sky, and his emotions were already different from those of ordinary people.

How dare I test him?

But, Holy Lord, did you deliberately lose to him last time?"

The Holy Lord Butian's face stagnated again. He touched his chest and said in embarrassment:

"Do you think I will use my life to pave the way for him? He is not my son, and even if he is my son, I won't do it."

Thinking of the sword that was as bright as the morning star, it was an inch away from his heart.
To be continued...