One Hundred Thousand Reasons For Krypton Gold

Perhaps Lingqiong's words are useful, the demon king is not so cruel when he strikes, but... there is really only one breath, he won't die on the spot, but he will die later.

As long as he didn't die on the spot, he didn't kill him.

Lingqiong felt that it was over.

Her cub is going to be a polished commander.

Thinking about the depressed state of the demon clan, Ling Qiong sighed, she has not yet become a queen to show off her might... who can pay her tribute!

Adhering to the spirit of frugality that kills everything and can't be wasted, Ling Qiong happily touched the corpse in the back.

Demon King: "..."

He was also worried that her heart would be traumatized, because he was thinking too much.

"king."

When the devil turned his head, he saw the little girl peeling off the clothes of a demon, with a look of gossip on finding something new: "They have something on them."

The Demon King frowned, walked to her side, pulled her away, blocked her sight, and lowered his eyes to look.

There are some strange characters on the demon's chest.

"Close your eyes."

"Why?"

"Filthy things, look less."

"... Oh." The little girl didn't know what to think, and closed her eyes happily.

The devil picked several other demons to check.

They all have such characters on their bodies, but they are different.

At this moment, those characters suddenly started to glow, fell off from the Demon Race, and hid in the ground.

The devil's heart skipped a beat, and he pulled Ling Qiong to his side, wanting to leave this place, but it was too late.

The characters formed a circle underground, trapping them here.

...

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magic palace.

In the past, the majestic and majestic Demon Palace, today the flames soared into the sky, the roar of monsters pierced the sky, and the demons in the Demon Palace fled in all directions.

A team of well-equipped demons surrounded the Temple of Time, and the hall was full of demons.

"Zhi Luo..." The attendant of the Demon Palace kneeling on the ground glared angrily at the man sitting on the high seat of Shaoguang Hall: "You are crazy!! How dare you..."

Zhi Luo was dressed in red, and he was obviously the demon lord who persuaded Du Wuhe Shu Er back then.

Zhi Luo laughed, "How many demons have died at his hands these past few years? He killed you all he wanted, but he never thought that you were his fellow-clans."

"If we don't rebel, sooner or later, he will kill us too!"

Demon Palace attendant: "Do you think you can kill the king?"

Zhi Luo's killing intent became stronger, "You may not know how many demons want him to die."

He offended too many demons.

How many of those demons who seem to submit to him on the surface really submit? It's just that everyone can't... They have formed an alliance in private.

In recent years, the Demon King insisted not to go to war with the human race, which also made many demons unhappy, and even fewer demons would support him.

In recent years, he rarely left the Demon Palace, and they had no chance.

But this time, he left the Demon Palace for so long, and took away Yan Yao and the group of demons who were loyal to him, such a good opportunity...

"Haven't you ever thought about why the king took away so many demons and made the defense of the demon palace weak?"

Zhi Luo was taken aback, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

But this anxiety was quickly suppressed by him.

"Even if he guessed it, so what, the way back to the Demon Palace has already been covered with a net, and he will die when he returns." Zhi Luo seemed to have something to rely on, and he was sure that the man would be robbed and killed on the way back to the Demon Palace.

The attendant of the Demon Palace laughed.

Zhi Luo frowned: "What are you laughing at?"

Attendant of the Demon Palace: "I laugh at you and you don't even know you're going to die."

Zhi Luo sneered, and waved his hand, the head of the attendant of the Demon Palace fell in response, and rolled to the feet of the other demons in the hall.

"Zhi Luo, there won't be any accidents, will it?"

The other Demon Lord standing below was worried.

"We spent so much time finding something, what are you worried about?" Zhi Luo's face was full of anger, he must die, he must die.

Ji Luo himself was not so calm in his heart.

Breaking through the Demon Palace is indeed too easy...

But there are not many demons available around him.

This time he took so many demons to the holy mountain, even Yan Yao, it is normal that the defense of the demon palace is weak.

"Since you've come here, you should stop thinking about it. Either he dies or we die today." Zhi Luo raised his voice and warned the demons below: "We are all on the same boat."

"The devil... the devil, it's not good!!"

A demon ran in from outside the hall, but before he could reach him, the figure of the demon suddenly collapsed, blood splashed everywhere.

The wind with demonic energy blows in from outside the door, and the falling red yarn flies up. When the red yarn falls, it seems to be filled with killing intent. The demons standing in the temple are harvested before they have time to react. .

All this but in an instant.

Zhi Luo broke through the red veil that was coming towards him, and looked at the gate of the palace in shock.

Outside the gate of the hall, several heads were thrown in and rolled to the middle, as if they were staring at the people on the high seat with their dead eyes.

Zhi Luo stood up abruptly, his face fusing.

these are……

"A demon-slaying formation wants to kill me." The man in black clothes was stained with blood, stepped across the gate of the palace, shaking the bloody bone fan, and walked into the palace calmly, "I thought you guys had prepared some big moves, I really think highly of you."

The red gauze was flying wantonly, and the devilish energy was raging.

The man's handsome face is looming in the red gauze.

Ji Ra couldn't help trembling, this man seemed like a messenger from hell, bringing nothing but fear and despair.

His feet suddenly softened, and he sat back on the chair, only one thought remained in his mind.

over...

Even the Demon Slayer Formation couldn't kill him.

What the hell is he...

Zhi Luo's biggest reliance is the Demon Killing Formation, that long-lost killing formation, even the demons have to be afraid.

Winner and loser, Zhi Luo didn't seem to want to struggle, sitting on the high seat, "You know we're going to fight?"

The man below chuckled, which was the default.

"What last wish do you have?" The Demon King said softly.

Zhi Luo laughed, the red clothes were like blood, making him look crazy and strange.

The demonic energy around him began to flow towards Zhiluo.

"Ye Qingxuan, what on earth are you..."

Zhi Luo's voice became broken along with his slack figure.

The red yarn swayed.

The demonic energy scrambled for Zhi Luo's body and ate away at it. In the end, only the blood-red robe was left on the high seat, which slowly slid down to the ground.

Among the demons, as many as half participated in this rebellion.

There was turmoil outside, but the Demon Palace returned to normal within two days, as if those things had never happened.

The devil stays in Shaoguang Hall all day long, and Lingqiong can't see him.

But Ling Qiong would occasionally be outside Shaoguang Hall, hear the screams inside, and see the corpses carried out from inside.

In that month, the territory of the Demon Race was shrouded in blood, and countless Demon Races were in panic, for fear of being implicated.

"For the king?" Ling Qiong stopped the demons who were bringing things in outside the Hall of Light.

The demons now dare not neglect this human girl, and replied respectfully: "Yes."

"I'll send it."

How dare the demons have any objections, handed the tray to Ling Qiong, and bowed to retreat.

Ling Qiong pushed open the half-closed door of Shaoguang Palace.

The Temple of Shaoguang, which was stained with blood that day, has been restored to its original state, with layers of red yarn hanging down.

Ling Qiong passed through the red gauze, put the tray on the jade table, looked at the flirtatious and handsome man leaning on the bench, "King."