Realms In The Firmament

“My lord, now the lord is assembling his own master of the West Palace to stop laughing at the monarch's attack with the strongest formation, the most extreme means, the harshest methods of warfare! Although this practice has caused a large number of casualties, the vast majority of the deceased remain outside the scope of demon recovery...”

Dwarf Fatty kneels before the Demon King and his voice is heavy: "In other words, the power of the soul that should have entered the altar is massively dissipated, there is no way to converge on the altar... please decide on the Lord. ”

The black demon silenced for a moment, and Yinshen said: "Decided? How do you decide? You tell me how to decide? ”

“This...” Shorty Fatty snapped when he heard Yan Deng.

Isn't that the most important thing you care about? Is there any way for anything to get in the way of this?

Why are you acting like you're okay now?

The demon in black closed his eyes and said in a shadow: "Let the lord of the House withdraw the man. Just say yes… I said so. ”

The short fat man heard the rumor again and responded hastily: "Yes! ”

Just say it and leave.

You had nothing to do with it the moment before, and the next moment, you immediately gave a response instruction... this... how does it feel to be talking to two people, no, it should be talking to someone with two different thoughts, it's just like this feeling of anomaly...

Fatty Dwarf rushed to the west palace like a green smoke.

“My lord, the lord said...”

“What did he say?” Zongxingyu turned his head coldly.

“The Lord says… you will temporarily stop the attack against the laughing monarch, let them in, and then in the process of striking, the current strike is not the right place, it is not...”

“Stop, I want to know, in what capacity is he ordering me?” Sung-woo's ghost said: "Your Lord is the Lord of the Spiritual Path, but the Spiritual Path is not the West Palace, and the West Palace has only one voice, that is me! I am the Lord of the West Palace! ”

“He has no position and is even less qualified to order me.” Zong Xingyu turned his head arrogantly and looked at the short, fat black man and said indifferently: “So please go back and tell your Lord. If you want to say something, or if you want to achieve something, do it yourself, so that the microphone doesn't reach his purpose. ”

Fatty was stunned at once.

He never dreamed or expected that Zongxingyu's attitude was so tough, there was no room for it.

Before he came, he had thought that the trip would be blocked, but as long as he spoke beautifully, analysed the stakes clearly and always accomplished his purpose, which was not to overwhelmingly veto Zongyu's strategy, but simply to move his position to the effective range of the altar, which, as far as the current situation was concerned, would certainly be somewhat of a loss, but by no means difficult.

However, he had no idea that Zongxingyu had no intention of talking to himself, refused directly, unusually tough!

Faced with such a tough Jong-seung Woo, Fatty Dwarf couldn't help himself when climbing, didn't know what to do.

Zongxingyu can no longer obey, but is also the son of the Lord.

Between father and son, what can I say? Not negotiable?

Even if the heavens and the earth are turned upside down, they cannot speak for themselves.

Seeing Zongxingyu's face as cold and hard as iron, there was no room for discussion.

Shorty chubby sighed and could only turn back.

After hearing the reply, the Monster in Black looked at the sky for half a day. Half a day later, he faintly said: “After all, it is just a demon's soul! ”

The short fat man blinked his eyes and obviously didn't understand the meaning of the black demon's words.

What are you talking about……?

But when he saw that the pride of the devil had risen, and suddenly lost its trace.

……

Zongxingyu's face was cold and his eyes constantly looked at the distant battle scene instantly.

There, it should be fighting, and constantly fighting.

Though the eyes are too weak to see the specific situation, the mind can still feel the general situation over there, on the other side of the battlefield, there is a lot of space trembling almost every moment...

But although his eyes are sharp and deep, he is actually expecting something...

He did not focus all his mind on distant battles.

Or should I say, more than 90% of his attention is on another matter.

His eyes, his movements, his body, were so rigid that he was in abnormal discord.

The wind was bright, a dark mist, and the sound of "ignorance” appeared on the top of the sky.

Zongxingyu's body shivered suddenly, but he remained stubborn without turning back.

Cultivate like him, naturally knowing it was his father who arrived.

But at this moment, Jong-woo, like a stubborn child, gambling with his own father, I know you're here, I know you have something to say, I know you're not happy with me, but I just don't look back at you.

What can you do to me?!

The black mist condenses into a human form.

Zongxingyu is waiting.

Wait, guess what your father will say to himself for the first time in so many years?

He strangled his brain and even guessed that his heart was sour and trembling.

I felt my orbit, because of the bitter moisture, full of tears in the orbit, I gradually couldn't control it.

Nevertheless, it never occurred to Jong-woo to dream that he would hear...

“Do you know what you're doing?” The voice of the Lord of Demons is cold and still filled with that indifference.

“Of course I know what I'm doing.” Said Zongxingyu in a gambling manner.

“I'm not asking you what you're doing, I'm just asking you, you know what you're doing?!” Demon's voice is bland and cold.

“Of course I know?” Zongxingyu suddenly wants to explode: “How could you not know? Father, since you...”

His words did not go on, because they had been interrupted by demon reverence.

His ice-cold eyes stared at him: "Don't call me Father! ”

Zongxing Woo stunned.

“You should call me Lord.” The Lord looked at him indifferently.

Zongxingyu's eyes were straight.

“Devil's Spirit, what is a Devil's Spirit?” The Lord of Demons looks at him.

Zongxingyu only felt that Venus flashed in his head. It was so vague that he didn't know what he was thinking, what he was doing, or even where he was at the moment.

“The Devil's Soul, is countless evil spirits! ”

“All those who practice magic and are baptized by the Lord of Demons are demons.” Monster looks at him with no emotion in his eyes: “In other words, you, too, are no exception. ”

“Me too!?” At the foot of Zongxingyu, he slipped three steps backwards, his mouth spilled a little blood, and his eyes looked incredibly at the magic prince: “You said me too?! Me too...”

“Nice, you too.” The Lord of Demons said softly: “You're just a demon's soul, that's all. ”

Zongxingyu's head was blank.

“The so-called father-son never-ending; more than 10,000 years of father-son? It's just a lie!” The Lord looked at him with some ridicule: "Do you really think it's as important as you think? ”

Zong-woo screamed in a broken hiss: "Do you know what you're talking about? What do you mean by father-son blood, no cause at all, and what does all this have to do with the sense of kindness? ”

“Is it not because of the so-called father-son that you dare not obey orders?” The Lord of Demons is indifferent: “You have the impatience and pride? How dare you go alone? Do you think I would ever dispose of you? That's why you dare ignore and disobey my orders! ”

“In the end, just because you're my son? Or have you ever been my son?” The words of the Lord of Demons, like a sharpest steel knife, penetrate deeply into the heart of Sung-woo.

To his heart, instant sores of hundred holes of blood drained.

“What do you mean, ever? What do you mean, ever?” Zongxingyu was almost insanely called: “Did you forget all about the family back then? Have you really forgotten everything? ”

“It was a family cause, but when you were baptized, it didn't exist! ”

The Lord snorted coldly: "As a demon, what can we do with these ridiculous feelings of humanity? ”

“I warn you one last time, and it's kind of a tribute to that last point that you definitely think… that's a ridiculous father-son affair.” The Shadow of the Dark Robe of Demon rises: “Retreat your men now! ”

“If it really delayed my plan, even if it were you, it would only be one day early to enter the altar and become...”

“... should have given that long ago, a ray of demon souls! ”

The voice has not gone, and the Shadow of the Demon King has disappeared.

Zongxingyu stood like a mud-carved wooden sculpture, motionless for a long time.

His lips shivered unconsciously, his mouth continued to bleed out, his eyes filled with dead gray.

He stood idly at the top of the sky, standing day and night, morning wind and rain, dyeing his hair white. The long black hair turned completely gray when he reactivated.

Zongxingyu, who regained his active state, appeared to be still in the same position as before, but gave a feeling that he was already a little rickety.

Something in my heart has collapsed.

Zongxingyu stepped back to the main hall of the West Palace, and then, with the strongest and strongest attitude, issued an order--

“Everyone in the West Palace belongs, let's go! Everybody wait, the first time after the order is delivered, we're on the battlefield! Three hundred miles from the summit of the Lord of the West Hall, you will die! ”

“If nothing can stop the laughing monarch army, His Highness and Lordship will perish three hundred miles away! ”

“This order is to be executed immediately! ”

“Within half an hour, the West Hall belongs to those who do not gather on time, and there is no forgiveness! ”

This order was immediately conveyed to every monk in the Western Palace.

Outside, an instant ringing of heavenly bells.

Countless shadows, coming from all directions at a near-impetuous speed.

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I tried to write that kind of conflict and rewrote three drafts... until now, that's all...