Gu Wen did not notice that when Deres walked to the mountainside and turned from the stone steps to the manor leading to the Gray Castle, the woman hesitated for two seconds, but did not turn around, but followed the person who was going up the mountain in front and then went up the mountain.

Among the group of people, a young man was very handsome, with short black hair, clean and neat, tall and burly figure, and looked very imposing.

They kept walking up the road, reaching a height less than 200 meters from the top of the mountain, and turned on the stone road leading to a group of palaces in the south of the mountain.

To the south of the Star Mountain, on the huge stone plaza two hundred meters away from the top of the mountain, is a palace belonging to the burial clan. Even with the dazzling vortex of starlight, it still looks dark and weird.

Walking outside the tall palace gate, there is a depressing field that makes the young people who are quickly approaching the palace slow down.

The young man led by the head walked outside the hall gate, did not submit a reply, but directly shouted.

"Qiuying is the inheritor of the demon god. She cannot be promoted to the king in the burial clan. The demon clan will not agree!"

This sound spread all over the world, like a spark thrown in a hot oil pan, and the entire mountain of stars was boiling.

A group of young geniuses rushed out of the Burial Clan Hall and glared at the group of demon geniuses in front of the hall. The two sides collided with momentum, and a war could break out at any time.

"Mo Wuxie, you dare to make trouble in my burial tribe territory. You are impatient!"

Among the geniuses of the burial clan, the leader is a young man who looks very delicate, just like a medieval aristocratic girl who walked out of an oil painting. Her long burgundy hair, tied into a ponytail, looks particularly capable.

When he rushed out, his invisible momentum collided with Mo Wuxie, but he still lost a little. He was shocked and injured his internal organs, and a mouthful of old blood rushed to his throat.

Mo Wuxie said indifferently: "Ye Chen, your burial clan cannot be too shameless. There is no successor, and you shouldn't use the inheritor of the Demon God to make up the numbers!"

Ye Chen swallowed the rushing blood and gritted his teeth and said, "The Sword King is my bloodline of the burial clan. Returning to the burial clan is natural and has nothing to do with the demon clan!"

"Tsk! Who doesn't know that he is the inheritor of the Demon God. He was controlled by Xiao Xiao with a blood curse and was taken to the burial clan. Unfortunately, even You..."

The man standing behind Mo Wuxie said sarcastically, and halfway through his words, he was alert to not pulling out King You, otherwise, the one who slapped them all to death would be in vain.

After pausing, he continued: "Your tribe's blood curse cannot control the inheritor of the Demon God, which means that the inheritor of the Demon God is not from the Burial clan!"

Ye Chen sneered and laughed: "The Sword King, I am already one of the eight kings of my burial clan. You can say no?"

Originally, after Qiu Ying, a wild burial woman, returned, she was named king. Like many young people in the clan, it was difficult for him to accept it. However, due to the power of the kings, he did not dare to openly oppose it.

Now.

Seeing Mo Wuxie and the others so angry, Ye Chen felt very happy and inexplicably felt disgusting the other party's pleasure. At the same time, he also felt that it was a very wise decision to keep the inheritor of the Demon God in the Burial Clan.

It feels a bit like digging for the enemy's corners and strengthening one's own strength, and it seems like it's an inexplicable profit.

Seeing Ye Chen's successful face, Mo Wuxie and others were so angry that someone couldn't help but shout.

"The Sword of the Demon God is the treasure of my demon clan!"

The roar immediately revealed their true thoughts.

The demon clan did not want to compete for Qiu Ying, but for the ownership of the Demon God's Sword!

There can be thousands of inheritors of the Demon God, but there is only one Demon God’s Sword!

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Ye Chen smiled even more happily, "This is the choice of the master of the treasure! The Demon God Sword did not choose the master among the demon clan, but instead recognized the women of the Burial clan as the main one. You have to reflect on yourself, why even the Demon God Sword disliked the Demon clan!"

This is too toxic and too damaging!

Mo Wuxie and his companions sneered almost at the same time, and their reactions were surprisingly consistent... They directly showed off their weapons!

"You dare to show off your weapons on the territory of our clan. Mo Wuxie, you are really impatient!"

Ye Chen shouted loudly and directly raised his hands and ordered: "Kill! No one left!"

This kid was also a cruel man. He gave the orders. He was shocked by the powerful men of all races who were invisible to watch the fun. Unexpectedly, the younger generation of the Burial Clan was so tough!

However, when you look back, even if the Burial clan is in decline, it is nominally ranked alongside the Immortal and Demon clans. If the demon geniuses come to provoke and the Burial clan geniuses to admit defeat, the Burial clan's face will be completely torn off and he will admit that he will not be able to defeat the demon clan.

Disgrace is second!

The burial clan was cowardly and waited for the demons to advance step by step and completely stepped on the burial clan. Some other large clans would take the opportunity to bite a few pieces of meat from the burial clan, or simply step on the burial clan to take the lead.

Therefore, Ye Chen and other geniuses in the Burial Clan have no way out!

In fact, if Mo Wuxie and the others dare to play like this today, there is a demon giant behind the scenes, just to let the younger generation stand out and try the depth of the burial clan.

Even if Mo Wuxie and his friends failed in this trip, the demons could still expose the matter with a sentence "Junior slut".

When the two sides were in a turmoil, even the people around who were watching the funerals openly or secretly watched Ye Chen and Mo Wuxie fight, a woman quietly entered the Burial Hall...the side door!

The one who brought that woman in was Ming Xijiu.

As soon as he came out of the side door and was about to go down the mountain, he saw a sneaky woman looking around behind the bushes facing the side door. When he was about to kill him directly, he heard the woman say something.

"I'll help Gu Wen with a message and find Qiu Ying."

Ming Shijiu was in the secret space of the Huidao Island. Even though he had been practicing alone in seclusion, he didn't know much about Qiu Ying's situation. However, the last time King You asked him to ask about Qiu Ying's situation, he found Qiu Zhongwen and heard Qiu Zhongwen talk about her situation a lot, including Gu Wen's mouth.

That time, after Ming Shijiu talked to Qiu Zhongwen, he became afraid of Yin Dong.

Ming Shijiu could not go against the will of King You, and secretly helped Qiu Zhongwen contact Yin Dong. However, this woman brought news from Gu Wen. He took this woman to see Qiu Ying and sold Qiu Ying with a favor, but there was no problem.

Soon, Ming Shijiu took the woman in and shuttled through the ancient corridor where fluorescent white-skinned lanterns were hanging, all the way outside a hanging pavilion built on the edge of a cliff.

At this time, Qiuying was sitting in the pavilion and looking out from a railing.

Qiuying seemed to have not noticed that anyone was approaching. She sat quietly in front of the window, her eyes narrowed slightly, and looked at the setting sun in the distance.

The red light of the setting sun mixed with the psychedelic light of the vortex of the starlight above her head, sprinkled on her face as quiet as orchid. Combined with her black robe, it was simply a beautiful and weird painting.

Ming Shijiu always lowered his head and did not dare to look up at Qiu Ying.
Chapter completed!