Tianlang kept calculating in his heart, and even thought about giving his last effort to the Heavenly Dao Palace!
After all, traitors like Mo Xueming will probably never understand them in their lifetime.
Hurry!
Mo Xueming swung his sword to break through the void, cut out a space tunnel, and took Tianlang back to the Nether Palace.
In a short while, the two of them returned to the Nether Palace.
The demonic spirit is filled with it, and the magnificent palaces are endless.
The endless demonic energy demonstrates its vast majesty.
As soon as Mo Xueming stepped into this place, he seemed to have mastered the supreme rules and became the master of the demonic path. He had a very terrifying majesty, which was suffocating.
Tianlang's face was solemn, and there was no big fluctuation.
The appearance of the Palace of the Underworld is still a bit worse than that of the Palace of Heaven.
As for Mo Xueming, such a despicable villain, in Tianlang's eyes, naturally, could not compare with Xuanyuan Moxie.
"Sir, please."
Mo Xueming made an invitation gesture and took Tianlang into the depths of the Nether Palace.
Tianlang followed him, and the disciples of the Nether Palace stood neatly on both sides of the road. As soon as they saw the two, they shouted in unison: "Welcome to the Lord of the Palace, Lord of the Heavenly Lang!"
It was obviously Mo Xueming arranged it in advance.
Tianlang was still unmoved. These disciples were mediocre and had nothing special about them. They grabbed a lot of Tiandao Palace.
"Sir Tianlang, as far as I know, Xuanyuan Moxie is also a traitor, right?"
Mo Xueming and Tianlang chatted while walking, saying, "He betrayed his master and killed his sins back then. Why did you surrender to him instead of me?"
Tianlang snorted and said, "Mr. Xuanyuan killed his master not to betray him, but to prove the truth by killing him!"
"In order to prove the truth and break the friendship between master and disciple, this is a great courage!"
"How can you, a traitor, understand the realm of Lord Xuanyuan?"
Tianlang kept ridiculing the traitor on the left and the traitor on the right, but Mo Xueming was not angry yet and remained calm.
"This guy is really thick-skinned."
Tianlang looked at him and cursed in his heart.
He also wanted to anger Mo Xueming and look for an opportunity to report the news, but he didn't expect that Mo Xueming was very thick-skinned and he didn't care at all when others called him a traitor.
"Sir Tianlang, don't get angry. I'll show you the real atmosphere of my Nether Palace."
Mo Xueming gestured and took Tianlang to a tomb.
This tomb was built very spectacularly, made of excellent white jade stones. It was carved with golden runes, but there was no magical energy, only the aura of ancient gods.
"Why, Mo Xueming, have you even repaired the tomb? Are you cutting off the idea of ​​ascending to the upper realm and intending to exhaust everything here and die?"
Tianlang looked around at the tomb and said.
"Haha, ascending to the upper realm is not so easy, it's better to leave a way out."
Mo Xueming smiled and said, "Come with me, the atmosphere of my Nether Palace is hidden under this tomb."
"I hope to see the details."
Tianlang also became a little interested. I wonder what Mo Xueming’s real trump card is. Can he really compete with the Heavenly Dao Palace?
At that moment, Tianlang followed Mo Xueming and stepped into the ground of the tomb.
The interior of the mausoleum is decorated very luxuriously, the dome is inlaid with gems, and mitril silver is actually melted to create a mercury road surrounding the mausoleum, which is simply spectacular.
This place is much more spectacular than the Chongguang Tomb Mansion.
Tianlang looked at it in surprise. It would be necessary to consume huge amounts of money and material resources to build such a luxurious tomb, which shows how profound the foundation of the Nether Palace is.
Moreover, Tianlang saw that there were many runes on the walls of the tomb, carrying very unique spatial laws.
The existence of these runes makes the tomb a unique world, similar to the small world of the Heavenly Dao Palace.
Not long after, Mo Xueming brought Tianlang to the center of the earth.
This is a huge square.
But in the square, there is a neat army!
The number of troops in the army was as large as 100,000, all of them were wearing strong and held sharp edges, showing a strong momentum.
"This is!"
Tianlang looked at the army in front of him and was completely shocked.
It turns out that these 100,000 troops are Mo Xueming's trump card against the Heavenly Dao Palace!
These troops were restricted by some magical methods, and they stood still, only their eyes were slightly rotating.
Every soldier had a dark magical record between his eyebrows, which exuded a sharp aura, which made people frightened.
Tianlang had a feeling that it seemed that the Demon Record would revive, and this group of troops would burst out with shocking power, and would break through the mountains and rivers and crush the Heavenly Dao Palace.
"Your elders who disappeared from the Heavenly Dao Palace are also inside, take a closer look."
Mo Xueming pointed at him from a distance and narrowed his eyes proudly.
When Tianlang looked around, he found many familiar faces.
They are all elders who mysteriously disappeared from the Heavenly Dao Palace!
Those missing elders were actually brought here by Mo Xueming and acted as his trump card.
"My team, with a vast mark of demonic Taoism, as long as I give orders, 100,000 demon troops will rush out, enough to flatten the world."
"This is my trump card against the Heavenly Dao Palace!"
"how?"
Mo Xueming opened his arms, as if he wanted to embrace the whole world, his eyes full of the spirit of being a heroic plan and domineering business.
Back then, he defected to the extraterritorial demon, and in front of Xuanyuan Moxie, he was just a bug-like existence.
But today, he founded the foundation of the Nether Palace, and his cultivation level was much higher than the Tianlang.
Inviting Tianlang to step into the tomb and watch the Demon Army, Mo Xueming also had a bit of showing off.
He wanted to tell Tianlang that he was no longer the waste of the past. Now he is the master of the dignified Palace and the powerful kingdom of God, which is enough to compete with Xuanyuan Moxie!
Tianlang was silent, but unexpectedly, there was an army hidden in Mo Xueming.
"When I practice my God-Slaying Sword Technique to the level of perfection, I release 100,000 flying swords and give them to my demon soldiers."
"At that time, every demon soldier will hold a Hongmeng sword in his hand. Can your Heavenly Dao Palace stop the killing of 100,000 Hongmeng swords?"
Mo Xueming stared at Tianlang, his eyes burst into bright spirits.
Hearing this, Tianlang's body shook and his heart was even more shocked.
If Mo Xueming’s plan is really realized, it will definitely be a disaster for the Heavenly Dao Palace!
One hundred thousand Hongmeng swords can’t be used by Mo Xueming alone.
However, his plan was to distribute the Hongmeng Sword, one for each person.
One hundred thousand demon soldiers and one hundred thousand Hongmeng swords, this picture is shocking to think about.
"How, are you willing to surrender to me now?"
Mo Xueming was full of complacent intentions and said with a smile.
Tianlang gritted his teeth, his eyes flashed constantly, and he said, "I...I'll consider it."
He really didn't want to betray him. If he could, he would rather die than surrender to Mo Xueming.
But the problem is that he can't die now.
Chapter completed!