Di Tian Ji Mie stared at Di Ling Hua Huo, the anger in his eyes growing. He was about to reprimand this ignorant sister, but the other party did not give him a chance to speak.

Emperor Ling Hua Huo was the first to attack, and with a slight tap of his right foot, a powerful holy demon aura surged out in all directions. The other demon nobles present were all very powerful, and when faced with emergencies, they responded calmly without panic.

But Mo Qianyu was the only one who was unprepared. He was knocked to the ground by this powerful force in an instant, and he did a wild goose pose with all four legs facing the sky. Although he was not injured, his posture was extremely ugly. This ugly person

What an injustice...

"Pfft... Hahahaha..." Seeing the young man's bloody appearance, Di Qingcang couldn't hold it back and let out a series of ridicules.

The other two demon nobles turned their heads to the side, as if the matter had nothing to do with themselves, as if they were accustomed to the scene in front of them.

"Linghuo King! What are you doing! Are you crazy? How can you be so rude to little brother Qianyu! You really don't take me, the Demon Spirit Holy Emperor, seriously!" Ditian Jimie

He quickly stepped forward, lifted Mo Qianyu up with both hands, patted the dust off his body, turned around and shouted angrily at Di Ling Hua Huo.

When Di Ling Hua Huo heard this, she blinked her eyes in a playful manner and smiled nonchalantly:

"Hehehe... What is the Son of Destruction? I thought he was such a powerful big shot, but it's really useless. He can fall down just by blowing on him. Or is he no longer a man?"

"Lord Holy Emperor, you must not accuse your sister unjustly. How could I attack him? He just got angry for a moment and stamped his feet. Don't be so fierce, I will be scared."

Ditian Jimie looked helplessly at his "good sister". In the entire Demon Spirit Clan, if there was a clansman who could really do nothing for the Demon Spirit Holy Emperor, it would definitely be Emperor Ling Huahuo!

Di Ling Hua Huo is only two years younger than Di Tian Ji Mie. She has excellent talent. She is always lazy in her training, but she can still cultivate to the level of Demon Spirit Xuanzun, making everyone in the Demon Spirit Clan practice.

The madman sighed with excitement and had to be convinced.

Emperor Ling Huahuo's title: "Linghuo King", one of the meanings of this title refers to her fiery and bad temper.

Everyone in the Demon Spirit Clan knows this saying: "It is better to offend the Demon Spirit Saint Emperor than to offend King Qing Cang; if you offend King Qing Cang, you will be beaten once at most; you would rather be beaten ten times by King Qing Cang than to offend King Ling Fire."

, if you offend the King of Fire, you will be unlucky for a whole year."

From this sentence, we can clearly feel the fear of the Demon Spirit tribe towards Emperor Ling Hanabi...

To say that Di Qingcang's temper is bad enough, he is the type who can get along easily. However, compared to Di Ling Hua Huo, it is absolutely dwarfed. This old lady is one of those rare people who: "Don't light up."

She is the type who can take care of herself. As long as she doesn't like something, she will definitely have a hand in it, and she won't sell anyone's face.

Even Di Tianjie's father, the old Holy Emperor, could not control Di Ling Hua Huo when he was still alive. If she wanted to change her face, it would be faster than turning the page of a book.

Someone from the Demon Spirit Tribe once saw Emperor Ling Huahuo getting angry and reprimanding Emperor Qingcang in public, saying some unheard-of things. The King Qingcang, who was known for his domineering arrogance, was so frightened that he didn't even dare to talk back.

From that time on, the "untouchable" King of Linghuo has become a "legendary" figure on the third floor of the dungeon, and his reputation has spread far and wide!

"You..." Ditian Jimie just uttered one word, and he was immediately greeted by a storm of chaos.

Di Ling Hua Huo pinched her waist with both hands and pretended to be a scolding bitch. She spat out:

"What are you doing? Don't think that just because you are the Holy Emperor, you are awesome. You are also my elder brother. How can you be so unreasonable?"

"I don't care if you are wronged, but you want a bald kid like this to be the savior of the demon clan? I always thought you were an unsmiling, boring gourd, but now it seems that I am looking down on you, you are very good at making jokes.

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"Oh, by the way, this little bald man is also called the Son of Destruction, right? With his meager cultivation, who will he destroy? Destroy yourself first, then go back and recreate it all over again!"

When Mo Qianyu heard Di Ling Huahuo's "eloquent talk", he was stunned and exclaimed in his heart: "What a talent! This ability to fight people is god-level. In his memory, the only sister he recognized, Xing

Lou Zhizun can fight with him (spray)!"

Emperor Qingcang saw Di Tianjimie's face flushed red, and knowing that he was holding back his anger, he could only bravely join the battle: "King Linghuo, can you be a little more polite in your words? Three of our nobles and princes are here.

To save some face for the Holy Emperor, we can discuss the matter of the Son of Destruction slowly, and there is no need to speak so harshly, right?"

Di Qingcang mentioned that the three noble princes were present to remind the old lady that there were outsiders watching the show and to ask her to exercise some restraint, but the effect was obviously not very satisfactory...

"Huh? Isn't this King Qingcang? I didn't notice you before, but now you show up and speak? Aren't you also opposed to pinning the hopes of the Demon Spirit Tribe on this little bald man? What's wrong, you changed your mind?

Men are all the same, they are always erratic and their words are not reliable at all." When Di Ling Huahuo saw someone who dared to come up to help, she raised her eyebrows and said, "The more you fight, the braver you become!"

Seeing that the three brothers and sisters were in a "team fight" posture, the other two demon nobles next to them hesitated. One of them, a bare-chested muscular man, was about to step forward to dissuade them, but was stopped by another man wearing a mask.

The thin man grabbed him.

The naked upper body is "Thunder Dragon King" and "Prison Dragon Thunder", one of the four noble princes of the Demon Spirit Tribe.

The masked man is the last of the four noble princes in the Demonic Clan: the "Black King" and the "Black Night Sand".

These two are both noble princes of the older generation. Not only are their strength unfathomable, they also have high prestige within the Demon Spirit Clan.

However, they still did not dare to participate in the "team battle" in front of them easily. There was no way. Once Di Ling Hanabi got angry, he would use the same pattern to attack everyone. No matter whether you are an elder or a junior, he would "attack" anyone without distinction.

Not afraid?

"Black King, let me go and persuade you? If this continues, the Holy Emperor won't be able to come to power. Besides, this matter is indeed more complicated. There is no need to make everyone's faces so ugly." Prison Dragon Lei was grabbed and bent down.

He lowered his head and asked quietly in Heiye Mingsha's ear.

Prison Dragon Thunder is tall, nearly two meters tall, with a body of tendons and special totems tattooed all over his body. Even his face is covered with tattoos. From the appearance alone, he looks very strange and ferocious. But in fact, Prison Dragon Thunder's

He has the gentlest personality among the four noble princes. He is known as a good gentleman in the Demon Spirit Clan. He is always kind and approachable no matter who he treats.

Next to Prison Dragon Lei, Heiye Mingsha was thin and short, less than 1.7 meters tall. His body was covered in dark purple bandages, like a zombie, and he had a weird purple-gold mask on his face.

Despite his unimpressive appearance, the Black King is the oldest of the four noble princes. He has special abilities and is proficient in the art of lurking and sneak attacks.

Heiye Mingsha secretly glanced at Emperor Ling Huahuo, shook his head, and whispered carefully:

"Thunder Dragon King, let's not get together for the moment. Have you forgotten what the consequences of breaking up the fight were last time?"
Chapter completed!