(Never put your eggs in one basket, even if you lose something important)

The pictures of mountains and rivers and the state of the country are gone, and the dark colors are replaced by the light of the sky.

The silver waves of the Underworld Sea appeared in front of Lan Feng's eyes again. The shore was covered with dense red threads, and giant rock walls towered over them. A pair of ghostly faces were staring at these people with bared teeth.

This is the end of the Red Shadow Valley. Mandrill Dianhua has already led three hundred mandrills to wait here after receiving the order.

"Lanfeng Demon King, long time no see." Dian Hua stepped forward and said.

Lan Feng smiled and said: "Brother Dianhua, thank you for your trouble. Don't worry, those gods don't have the courage to follow us yet."

Dian Hua said: "So what if we come here? I haven't had enough of killing the heavenly soldiers outside, and I just want to try out my skills with some powerful people."

Lanfeng was stunned, and then asked: "Didn't the Dianhua brothers be arranged to live in Xiaoxumi Mountain? Why did they return to the Underworld Realm?"

Dian Hua said: "We originally went to Xiaoxumi Mountain, but Xitian sent Lingji Bodhisattva back to the dojo. For the sake of safety, we returned to the Underworld Realm."

"Dian Hua, you go first..."

At this time, the sound of the ending appeared in everyone's ears.

The red threads surged, and the flowers bloomed on the other side. The red threads were entangled, forming a red-dressed beauty in front of everyone.

She glanced at everyone one by one and said: "Everyone has just arrived. Let's go to the demon city to rest for the night. The demon flags are now gone. It is time to establish the power of the demon king and gather all the demons."

After saying that, she winked at Lanfeng.

The latter nodded knowingly and led a group of people towards the demon city.

"Lan Feng, the Great Sage of Ventilation seems to have a hidden agenda..." Jiu Qian said.

Mu Zhizhi also began to feel suspicious at this time: "Why didn't Brother Mo Yun show up?"

Lan Feng frowned. Before he left, he ordered Mirage Ancestor to take Mo Yun and Luo Mu to the underworld to negotiate with Xuan Yu. Now that Mo Yun has not shown up, maybe something went wrong...

"Zhizhi, you take them to settle down first, and I'll go find Luo Mu to find out."

After saying that, Lan Feng turned around and flew towards the direction of Red Shadow Valley.

At the end of the day, he knew that Lan Feng would come back, so he had been waiting for him on the stone wall outside the city.

Lan Fengfeiluo walked to Lumo and asked, "What happened to Mo Yun?"

Luo Mu murmured: "It doesn't matter, I just lost one eye..."

As soon as these words came out, Lan Feng was horrified. Although he didn't understand what happened, for a generation of demon kings, one eye was enough to greatly weaken their strength.

What's more, it's Mo Yun's golden eyes...

He said: "Ask him yourself, I don't know whether this is good or bad for the demon clan..."

"Good or bad?" Lan Feng was even more confused. Can something good happen if one eye is broken?

"Go three miles to the west and you will see the Mark of the Lion King. Go in and you will..."

After that, without waiting for Lan Feng to ask any more questions, she turned into red threads and disappeared in front of Lan Feng's eyes...

Lanfeng followed Luo Shu's words and found the stone door engraved with the mark of the Lion King.

He walked in and saw Mo Yun's back facing him, and he was looking at the Eight Desolate Universe Scroll in front of him.

"Brother Mo Yun..." Lan Feng stepped forward and said.

Mo Yun's back was startled and he did not turn around immediately. He only said lightly: "Brother Lanfeng, is Qitian back?"

Lan Feng said: "I'm back. Old Feng's body died, and he took on the body of Yang Jian, the God of War, and inherited the Qitian Demon Flag."

"Really...it'll be nice to come back." Mo Yun murmured.

Seeing that he still refused to turn around, Lan Feng stepped forward and grabbed Mo Yun's shoulders and pulled him over!

"My brothers, why don't we meet each other in person!" Lan Feng shouted.

Reflecting the golden light of the Eight Wastelands Universe Scroll, Lan Feng could see Mo Yun's current face clearly...

The right half of the face is still as handsome as before, but the left side of the face has been sealed with flesh and blood by ice, and the right pupil has become

Marked with a scar...

Mo Yun smiled awkwardly and said: "Isn't this... ruining my face? I'm embarrassed to see my brother..."

Lanfeng was shocked and angry, and asked quickly: "What on earth is going on?! Where is the Mirage Ancestor? If you find something wrong, you should leave!"

"Little Partridge..." Mirage Zu's voice suddenly appeared, disrupting Lan Feng's thoughts.

Lanfeng turned his head to look at the old woman and said, "Mirage Ancestor, why did Brother Mo Yun become like this? No matter how ruthless the Xuan Yuan is, it shouldn't be difficult to leave with you here!"

"Lan Feng, this... is my own choice..." Mo Yun suddenly said.

It turned out that after Lan Feng left that day, Mo Yun and Luo Mu discussed with Mirage Ancestor how to deal with Xuan Yu.

The three of them decided to have a good negotiation with the mysterious turtle, so they took advantage of the mysterious cold sand of the Mirage Ancestor and entered the underworld.

Everything was going smoothly, and the three of them also got in touch with Xuan Yuan. However, after hearing the three people's words, Xuan Yuan was not interested. Until Mo Yun said that he would expose them with the power of moving mountains, Xuan Yuan

Then I started to hesitate.

Until the end, Xuan Yuan used a magic trick to pay for his protection of the demon clan, but the prerequisite was that Mo Yun had to lose one of his eyes...

When Lan Feng heard this, he seemed to understand a general idea, which meant that Xuan Yuan asked Mo Yun to use one of his eyes to exchange a magic trick with him.

But what kind of magical method can make Mo Yun willing to give up one of his eyes...

"Lan Feng..." Mo Yun said, "Now that the seven demon flags have returned to their positions, have you ever thought about where we will go if your plan to resurrect the Phoenix fails?"

Lan Feng was startled: "How is it possible? Patriarch Bodhi has planned a plan for thousands of years and even sacrificed a generation of demon kings. This plan cannot fail!"

Seeing Lan Feng's determination, Mo Yun said: "I said, what if, the Phoenix resurrection plan is only theoretically established now. But look at how many things have gone beyond common sense in the past thousand years?!"

Lan Feng took a deep breath after hearing this. Indeed, not only in these thousand years, but also in the short twenty years that he has been alive, he has experienced many uncontrollable things.

What troubled him the most was that after being blessed by the black nails, the four heavenly kings were able to compete with his demon kings.

Moreover, the wounds on Whale Salamander’s hands clearly revealed the aura of Phoenix Fire!

"Then according to your words..." Lan Feng said.

Mo Yundao: "The magic trick Xuan Yuan told me is to connect my seven demon flags horizontally and vertically..."

"Connect horizontally and vertically?" Lan Feng asked doubtfully.

Mo Yun nodded: "Have you noticed that when everyone talks about our demon clan's demon flag, they all say 'three days above it, it will move mountains and seas, and the wind will drive away the gods'?"

However, we all know that among the seven demon flags, the most powerful demon king is the Great Sage Jiu Qian.

How should we explain the statement that these three days are on it?"

Lan Feng froze on the spot. In his opinion, this sentence was just a joke. But now the question raised by Mo Yun had to make him think deeply...

"Qitian, Pingtian, Huntian, the three days are above it..." Lan Feng really couldn't figure out the connection between the three days.

Mo Yun sighed and said: "Qitian, the Flower and Fruit Mountain Palace was conceived, absorbing not only the essence of heaven and earth, but also the aura of the eggs of Luan and Phoenix at the foot of the mountain.

Pingtian, the powerful bull demon king, drove the Samadhi true fire into the world, which was Feng Yan's sub-fire.

Huntian, gold

Winged Dapeng King, I don’t need to say more, he is one of the Nine Sons of the Phoenix.

If these are not obvious enough, then look at the current second-generation demon kings, three descendants of true fire and phoenix, and even Yang Jian, who succeeded the Great Sage Qitian, was resurrected by the fire of Luan and Phoenix from your parents.

Did I say something wrong?!"

After Lan Feng heard this, the phoenix feathers on his body began to tingle. This was definitely not a coincidence, but a certainty that someone could write down.

Mo Yun continued: "If the three days are regarded as fire, they should be volcanoes, seas of fire, and the power of wind and fire. And the final great sage who exorcises gods is the one who controls fire.

In this way, it becomes a situation where the seven demon flags are connected vertically and horizontally!"

Lan Feng was horrified: "Why does Xuan Yuan know these things..."

Mo Yundao: "It tells me that although he has not taken any action for thousands of years, he has seen all the major events that happened in the Three Realms..."

"Is this the reward for giving up your eyes?" Lan Feng said.

Mo Yundao: "For the demon clan, what does one eye mean?"

Lan Feng shook his head: "These plans of yours will be useless after Phoenix is ​​resurrected, so why are you bothering?"

Mo Yun put the Eight Desolate Universe Scroll into his arms, he stepped forward and patted Lan Feng on the shoulder and said: "Brother, I have seen too much in the past thousands of years, and there are many things that need to be prepared for a rainy day.

Come on, let me have a drink with my brother!"

Mo Yun put his arm around Lan Feng's shoulders and walked unsteadily towards the lion camel city.

On top of the city wall, Jiuqian and Whale Salamander were looking at Lan Feng and the others who were walking from a distance. The Whale Salamander wore a black scale mask, and there was a trace of anxiety between his brows.

"Why don't you tell Lan Feng about Feng Huo? Why bother when we've come to this point?" Whale Salamander said.

Jiuqian's face was expressionless. He glanced at the whale salamander and said: "There are some things that have to wait until he crawls out of despair. This is his test.

Now he has strength and fame, but he still lacks the most important thing, mentality..."

The whale salamander rubbed her arm. Although the wound had healed, it still made her feel a little uncomfortable.
To be continued...