The war between demons and monsters has once again entered a fierce state.

The fire is in full swing and the swords are at war.

In Shark Demon City, the demons' injuries have not yet healed, so they are already wearing armor and holding weapons to guard the city gate.

Aventurine cod refused to leave, and the elders of the seven clans tried to persuade him: "My king, the Qinglian clan should not be involved in this matter, as it will not be beneficial to you."

"Are the Seven Clans always worried about the Imperial Master?

He has been regent for ten thousand years and has received rave reviews. As the Qinglian King, I have only been obsessed with the love of my children since my restoration, and have not done many decent things."

Aventurine said softly.

The maknae of the seven tribes lowered his head and said nothing.

Aventurine Cod stood in the city lord's palace, looking at the towering walls of Shark Demon City in the distance, smiled slightly, and said: "How do you want me to watch with cold eyes?"

A stone hit Aventurine Cod's body. The elder of the Seven Clans frowned and became furious, staring at him: "Who the devil dares to hurt me, King Qinglian!"

Seeing the person coming, the elder of the Seven Clans was startled.

The carefree and unruly Mo Xie was leaning against the high wall of the mansion, resting his elbows on the wall, lazily basking in the warm sun and playing with a few pebbles in his hand.

"King Qinglian, you are the leader of thousands of righteous clans, so don't break the rules of heaven and earth.

Go back quickly, with me in charge of Shark Demon City, who can capture this city?"

Mo Xie sat up straight and looked at the aventurine with a smile, the mask on his face reflecting the dazzling golden light.

"Today is an eventful year, and the return of the evil palace is not peaceful. I have received news from the Sui Clan leader that Feng Wei Ling was indeed born and was taken away. He should be the Ice Emperor of the Demon Realm.

Facing the huge Phoenix army, you are fighting as the ghost king, but you are representing the evil palace. Aren't you afraid of being punished by the elders of the clan?

If you disrupt the Evil Palace's plan, those people will not be merciful to you."

Aventurine said.

"What is this king afraid of?

It’s just a matter of life or death.”

Mo Xie shrugged and said nonchalantly.

In this life, he seemed to be free and at ease, but in fact he was already in a prison.

I can't escape, I can't let myself go, I can only laugh at the suffering.

"No, you return to the Evil Palace immediately. This incident happened within the jurisdiction of this king and has nothing to do with you."

Aventurine has a tough attitude.

Mo Xie jumped down from the high wall, walked to and stopped in front of Aventurine, looked at him, and said word by word in a serious tone: "The demon clan has fallen into evil, and there is no need for you to interfere in the affairs of our clan.

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"The demons once joined my Thousand Clan, and since they are under my command, I can control them."

Aventurine is not to be outdone.

"How do you manage it?

You are no longer the all-powerful Qinglian King ten thousand years ago. The You Clan and the Blood Clan are eyeing you, the Imperial Master Regent is ready to make a move, and even the elders of the Evil Palace Clan are sitting on the mountain watching the fire. Don’t you know what your situation is?

The slightest disturbance can kill you!"

Mo Xie was angry.

"You are not a young ghost king. You must be having a hard time in the evil palace."

Aventurine smiled happily.

The elders of the seven tribes who were watching were stunned for a long time, their sharp and shrewd eyes darting back and forth between Aventurine Cod and Mo Xie.

Is it his imagination?

Why do you feel that Qinglian King and Ghost King are in love with each other and are flirting with each other?

The elder of the Seven Clan couldn't help but shudder, his face turned pale, and he wished he could slap himself immediately.

He must be crazy for daring to speculate that King Qinglian should be beaten.

Above the eaves, Ji Yue, dressed in red robe, sat quietly on the edge, holding a wine flask in her hand, raising her head and taking a swig.

If you ask Ji Yue, who has poor drinking ability, why she is not drunk, you can only say that the wine pot is full of herbal tea, not mellow wine.

Ji Yue looked at the two Mo Xie who were still confronting each other from a distance. After a long time, the figures disappeared under the eaves, leaving only a bottomed wine pot.

In the evening, the wind blows slowly and the courtyard is quiet. Ji Yue and her ancestors sit on the porch and look forward to it.

The ancestor put his son on the plate, glanced at Ji Yue, and said: "Bing Ling Tian has obtained the Phoenix Tail Ling, how do you break this situation?"

Ji Yue lowered her eyes and remained silent.

The power of the Qing Emperor cannot be used, and the power of ruthlessness cannot be used.

"Come and kill one."

After a long time, Ji Yue said lightly.

"How to kill it?"

the ancestor asked.

Ji Yue held the chess piece with a solemn look in her eyes: "Slaughter it."

"You will return to the Immortal Realm someday. If you are found to have done such a thing by Emperor Qing, you will be punished by the gods."

The ancestor said again.

"Then it overthrows the temples and overpowers the gods.

Things to do in the future will be discussed in the future.

Today’s enemies, kill them now!”

After Ji Yue finished speaking in an understatement, the chess pieces were placed on the board, murderous intent was faintly visible, and the fingertips flashed violently.

The ancestor suddenly felt suffocated and looked up at Ji Yue in surprise. Ji Yue was serious in speech and looked arrogant. Even though she hid her tremendous strength, she still had the majesty of the Qing Emperor and the aura of dominating the world.

The ancestor sighed deeply: "That's all, I'm quite old. Although my bones are old, I can still go crazy with you."

"If Ye Lao attains enlightenment and ascends to immortality, I will grant you a divine status."

Ji Yue smiled.

The ancestor rolled his eyes: "Then I need to be able to achieve enlightenment and ascend to heaven. Why are you kidding me?"

Ji Yue's smile was strong and her eyes were filled with gentle light.

The ancestor looked at Ji Yue in front of him and sighed deeply in his heart.

Many years ago, he met Ji Yue when he was still the Demon King. At that time, he was aloof, cold, bloodthirsty, like a butcher.

There was no compassion or tenderness in Prince Ji's eyes.

And this is also an important reason why Xunwu Lei was able to overthrow King Ji.

Prince Ji is both good and evil, and everything he does is based on his happiness and anger. Everyone in the demon realm is respectful and fearful.

She is completely different from Ji Yue today.

That night at the City Lord's Mansion, while drinking wine in front of the moon, he lost the heroic spirit of a man and just sang softly like a child begging for candy.

The ancestor said he was disgusted, but in his heart he was happy for this child.

The human girl is the fate of Prince Ji.

"I heard that the Demon Realm Ice Emperor Bing Lingtian is obsessed with the princess because of love and hatred."

The ancestor said.

Ji Yue lost again, "Ye Lao, you lose."

The ancestor who was chatting about gossip suddenly looked down and saw that his white pieces had been blocked by Ji Yue's black pieces, and there was no possibility of a comeback.

The ancestor was suddenly angry: "Did you do this on purpose?"

"Yelao is getting older."

Ji Yue said softly.

Qing Ge and No. 2 came over carrying peach blossom sweet cakes, pear cakes and cloud smoke tea, "Let's take a rest."

When Ye Lao saw the delicacies and cakes, his eyes shone and he coughed several times. Then he pretended to be calm, picked up the cakes, put them into his mouth and chewed them slowly.

"The Yunyan tea prepared for you was sent by Dongling. He knows that you are a strong drinker, so don't drink anymore in the future."

Qing Ge was really worried that Xiao Yueyue would run away with other dogs as soon as she drank.

Ji Yue glanced sideways at Yunyan Tea, snorted, slowly took out the flask, raised her head and took a sip, her proud little expression was really artificial.

Qing Ge's face turned dark. Did he think she couldn't see the herbal tea in the flask?

It’s not shameful to just pour a cup, so why bother saving face?
To be continued...