His heart was filled with fear, horror, confusion and anger, but all the emotions churned in his eyes for a while, and finally disappeared, leaving only respect.
He slowly knelt down, lowered his head, and asked in a low voice: "I wonder why the high priest came to my small East King Temple?"
A lazy and low voice came from a man not far away, "Let's discuss a cooperation."
Cooperation? The King of the East suddenly raised his head and looked at Wei Zixi in doubt.
This man could be said to be the most unfathomable and most feared being in the divine realm.
Although the God of Hell is cruel, he rarely kills innocent people.
But with this person, you will never know when you will offend him, when you will die, or what he will do next.
The Eastern King lowered his eyes and said, "I don't understand what the high priest means. I am a subordinate of the Lord of Hell."
Wei Zixi laughed softly, "What if I tell you that Ji Mingyu will not show up for three months, or even that he will never show up? If you and I cooperate well, maybe you will be the next God, and this Siam continent will also be yours?"
"What?!!" After these words were spoken, Dong Wang Shaoyang could no longer remain calm. He stood up suddenly and looked at him in shock.
What does Wei Zixi mean by this
Is it true that the Lord of Hell will not appear in three months, or even never
No, it's impossible! The Lord of Hell is the controller of the Siamese continent. What happened on this continent is up to him, and there is nothing he doesn't know. So he doesn't dare to act too recklessly.
But what if... what if what Wei Zixi said was true
In particular, he recalled that all the messages he had sent out in the past few days seeking to see the God had fallen on deaf ears, and even Qinglong and others had disappeared without a trace.
Could it be that this is actually true
The King of the East took a deep breath and looked at Wei Zixi nervously, "High Priest, what do you mean by this? How do you know that the God will not appear within three months? Where is the God now?"
"That's not what you need to know." Wei Zixi said calmly, "You just need to tell me your answer."
Dong Wang showed a struggling and excited look on his face, but he still asked carefully: "I wonder what the high priest wants to cooperate with me?"
Wei Zixi's lips curled up slowly, revealing a charming and gentle smile, "I want you to issue an order to the entire Siamese continent in the name of Ji Mingyu to capture the demon spy Xi Yue. Anyone who obstructs will be killed without mercy."
The pupils of the Eastern King suddenly contracted, and he exclaimed, "You want me to falsely convey the will of the God? No, no! Absolutely not! If the God knew about it, I would definitely die without a burial place!"
Before King Dong could finish his words, he suddenly felt a red net-like energy wrapping around him.
An expression of horror appeared on his face, and cold sweat soaked his clothes.
The same red net-like energy enveloped the East King's men in front of Wei Zixi.
Except for Feng Yunzhao whose head had exploded, the others were all masters of the Mahayana period, and among them was the confidant of King Dong.
They were originally dying and unconscious, but were now enveloped by red energy. They didn't know whether it was the instinct for survival or a last breath that made them open their eyes.
Everyone's face was filled with fear and despair, and some were begging in a humble voice. (To be continued)