"If you dare to attack the little master, it will run fast!"
Seeing the great elder withdrawing, the Black Dragon King immediately regained his arrogant attitude and said fiercely, "Otherwise, I, the old dragon, will not deal with it severely!"
"Oh, really?"
The girl glanced at it with a half-smile, "Then you should go after it!"
"This, this..."
The Black Dragon King's expression paused, then he said with a flattering smile, "Although I really want to beat it, after much thought, I still feel that the safety of the little master is the most important, and I, old dragon, will never dare to leave the little master's side.
"
"cut!"
Looking at the Black Dragon King, who was as thick-skinned as a city wall, the girl couldn't help but spit and cursed with a smile, "Shameless!"
Then, her eyes swept around and suddenly landed on the dying Tianpeng below.
When her gaze swept over him, Tianpeng's heart skipped a beat, and he felt as if his prey was being targeted by a ferocious beast.
Am I afraid of it?
That’s not true!
I, the majestic Tianpeng, am actually afraid of a hairless tribe?
Tianpeng tried hard to cheer up, but the creeping fear seemed to be firmly engraved in his heart, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter what.
In the end, the girl did not make any aggressive move, but she flashed and disappeared into the sky in an instant.
I don't know what means she used to actually take Ma Mian and the Black Dragon King away together, leaving only a cloudless blue sky, empty, and not even a flying bird could be seen.
Is this king... getting old?
After a long time, Tianpeng dragged his tired body, waved his wings vigorously, and slowly flew into the sky. His eyes were full of the loneliness and sadness of the hero in his twilight years.
"It's time to prepare for the funeral."
It murmured softly in Peng language, and then it flashed, turning into a dazzling golden light, piercing the sky, speeding towards the west, and soon disappeared.
…
There was a flash of light in the back mountain of Qingling Mountain, and the figures of the girl, the Black Dragon King and Ma Mian appeared.
"Senior Sister..."
Staring at the spectacular tomb in front of her, the girl's pretty face couldn't help but reveal a look of disbelief. She lightly covered her lips with her bare hands, her delicate body trembling slightly, unable to hide the sadness in her eyes, "Dead?"
On the tombstone are engraved the words "Tomb of Nangong Ling, Disciple of Piaohua Palace and Best Friend", written with flying dragons and phoenixes.
Is this the young master’s senior sister?
The Black Dragon King and the horse looked at each other with surprise on their faces.
After all, in their opinion, the girl's strength has reached the level where she is the only one in the world.
However, judging from her words, the owner of this tombstone is actually her senior sister.
The junior sister is already so awesome, so what kind of powerful character should the senior sister be?
Such a powerful existence actually died?
Whose hands did she die by?
The world of cultivation in the Yang world is actually so terrifying?
The Black Dragon King couldn't help but feel worried when he thought that he would have to live in such a terrifying world in the future. His expression was a little ugly, and Ma Mian's legs were trembling even more, and he acted extremely unbearable. If he hadn't taken the girl's existence into consideration, he might have died.
Already collapsed on the ground.
"Huh?"
While the two creatures were trembling with fear, the girl's eyes suddenly lit up and she let out a soft cry. Her beautiful eyes stared at the top of the grave, as if she had discovered something extraordinary.
Following her line of sight, Ma Miandeng immediately discovered that several small spindle-shaped flowers had grown on the grave. The petals were dark red, elegant and bright, exuding unusual charm.
The moment he saw the little red flower, Ma Mian was so intoxicated that he was speechless for a long time.
After all, in the environment where he grew up, he had never seen such beautiful flowers.
"This is Jian Qiuluo, which symbolizes wisdom and the beauty of loneliness."
The girl suddenly said, "Senior Sister's favorite flower is Jian Qiuluo. She has only told me about it, not even Master."
The young master also has a master?
What kind of existence does this master have to be that can teach such a monster?
The Black Dragon King and Ma Mian could not understand the girl's mood. Instead, they focused on the word "Master" and couldn't help but feel emotional. They felt that the world of cultivation in this world was really unfathomable.
"Is this a coincidence, or..."
The girl stared at Jian Qiuluo's fleshy petals and murmured to herself.
As time went by, her eyes became brighter and brighter, and her pink cheeks gradually emitted a bright light, as if she had figured out some difficult truth.
"Loneliness, the beauty of loneliness..."
She suddenly stepped forward, gently touched Jian Qiuluo's delicate petals, and said softly, "Sister, how can I make you feel lonely when I am here?"
"Little master, this is..."
The Black Dragon King couldn't help but turned to the horse and said, "Are you talking to a flower?"
"Yes, right..."
Being accosted by this behemoth, Ma Mian forced a smile on his face, but felt panicked inside.
After all, the Black Dragon King used to be a notorious man with great power to suppress an entire world. He was also cruel and murderous by nature. He was far from the funny guy he is now.
Don't look at it. Now it only flatters and acts cute in front of girls. It looks like a pet. But if one day the mood comes, it will definitely slap itself into a pulp, so the horse's attitude towards it has always been
I am extremely respectful and dare not relax at all.
"Creatures of the Sun World."
The Black Dragon King couldn't help but complained in a low voice, "It's all weird."
"Let's go!"
At this time, the girl suddenly spoke.
"Where to go..."
Before the Black Dragon King asked a word, the girl suddenly waved her sleeves and her whole body shone with light.
The next moment, she and her two subordinates had disappeared without a trace, leaving only a few red Jian Qiuluo plants swaying slightly on the grave, so beautiful and breathtaking.
…
Hell, the Palace of Hell.
"The devil is gone?"
After listening to Niu Tou's report, the face of the King of Hell who was hiding under the table suddenly showed a look of ecstasy. He stood up suddenly, his head immediately came into close contact with the table, and there was a crisp "bang" sound, "You
Have you looked carefully?"
However, he didn't care about the pain at all. Instead, he quickly came to the bull head, grabbed his subordinate's shoulders, and shook them excitedly, as if he wanted to release the long-standing pent-up feeling in one breath.
"Absolutely true!"
Niutou also had an excited look on his face, patted his chest and vowed, "I saw her walking into the passage to the Yangshi with my own eyes, along with the black dragon and Ma Mian."
"Horse face?"
The King of Hell was stunned for a moment, "He left too?"
"I must have taken refuge in that devil."
Niutou said with disdain, "The dissatisfied king said that my subordinates have long seen that there is a traitor in the back of that guy's head, and sooner or later he will have a different heart. Doesn't this mean he has defected?"
"I actually feel a little ashamed about sending him to negotiate with the devil."
A look of astonishment suddenly appeared on the face of the King of Hell. He nodded repeatedly and said with deep understanding, "Listening to what you said, it is actually this king who fulfilled his wish. Anyway, since you don't want to stay in the Palace of the King of Hell, then you can go wherever you like.
Well, I don’t even bother to pay attention to it.”
"The king has a kind heart and is lenient towards others. He is truly a wise master. His subordinates have done countless good deeds in their previous lives in exchange for the opportunity to serve the king in this life."
Niutou's face was full of reverence, and he lost no time in flattering him, and expressed his loyalty by saying, "Nutou is not talented, and I swear that I will go to the sword mountain and the sea of fire for the king, and my liver and brain will be wiped out, and I will die."
"How can I, the king, be as good as you say?"
The King of Hell was impressed, but on the surface he waved his hands and said, "But even though the devil has left, it has also brought disaster to the underworld. It will probably take a lot of effort to rebuild it."
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"That's because the king was worried that the noise of fighting her would be too great, which would cause the entire underworld to be devastated, so he deliberately suppressed it."
Niutou said solemnly, "Otherwise with your strength, why would you care about a mere demon?"
"Very true, very true!"
Even though the King of Hell was quite thick-skinned, he was complimented by him in a serious manner, but he was still a little unable to resist. He could only smile dryly and said, "After all, they are my king's subjects, so I can't ignore them."
You must know that when the "devil" came to his door before, he also tried to compete with the opponent. He even secretly sent someone to notify his younger brother, the King of Hell, to prepare for a flanking attack from both inside and outside to give the devil some color.
However, as soon as they met, the two sides just exchanged a tentative move, and the King of Hell had already made up his mind. He knew that the strength of the demon in front of him was far better than his own. At the same time, he had subdued the powerful Black Dragon King, even if he got his younger brother.
Even with help, the Palace of Hell has no chance of winning.
As a result, he decisively gave in, put on a smile on the spot, and began to get close to the other person. His attitude should be as enthusiastic as he wanted, as humble as he wanted.
In his words, he even eagerly expressed his intention to "send a meeting gift", and after sending a whole storage necklace and three storage rings as a "thousand gift", he reluctantly said goodbye to the other party.
.
If someone who didn't know about it saw it, they might think that he was saying goodbye to a blood relative or a close friend.
As for how many places the devil had caused trouble and how many resources he had plundered after leaving the Palace of Hell, just listening to the reports from his subordinates made his heart feel like a knife and his body ached so much that he couldn't help but hide on the table with his head in his hands.
Down there, no matter who calls, he refuses to come out.
Such a depressing operation turned out to be an expression of "loving the people like a son" in Niu Tou's mouth, which immediately made the King of Hell feel very happy, and the way he looked at him was completely different from before.
This young man has a future!
Such an idea appeared in his mind involuntarily.
"Quick, quick!"
After a moment, he suddenly remembered something and quickly ordered to Niutou, "Hurry up and have people block the passage to Yangshi, no, destroy it directly!"
"destroy?"
Niu Tou was stunned for a moment, then replied nonchalantly, "Then how can we go to the Yang World in the future?"
"Go to hell!"
The King of Hell couldn't help but stretched out his right hand, slapped his broad forehead hard, and reprimanded loudly, "Go on your own, I will never step into the world of heaven again, never, ever!"
"
His roar echoed throughout the Hall of the King of Hell, and the reverberation lingered for a long time.