"My lord, the palace lord is currently summoning the masters of the West Palace to use the strongest lineup, the most extreme methods, and the most tragic tactics to block the Laughing Monarch's attack step by step! Although this approach has caused a lot of casualties, it is absolutely impossible. Most of the dead are still outside the range of demon soul recovery... "
The short fat man knelt in front of the Demon Venerable, and said in a heavy voice, "In other words, the soul power that should have entered the altar has been lost in a large amount, and there is no way to flow into the altar... Please decide."
The black-clothed Demon Venerable was silent for a while, and said in a gloomy voice: "Determination? How to decide? Tell me how to decide?"
"This..." Humpty Humpty was stunned when he heard this.
Xindao, isn't this what you care about the most? Should anyone or anything give way in front of this matter
Why are you acting like nothing is wrong now
The black-clothed Demon Venerable closed his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Let the Young Palace Master take the people back. Just say it's... I said it."
Humpty Humpty was stunned again when he heard the words, and then hurriedly responded: "Yes!"
After that, he left immediately.
One moment you were helpless, but the next moment, you immediately gave instructions to deal with it... This... How does it feel like you are talking to two people, no, it should be talking to a person with two different thinking Conversation, anyway, is similar to this abnormal feeling...
Humpty Humpty hurried to the west hall like a wisp of smoke.
"My lord, my lord said..."
"What did he say?" Zong Xingyu turned his head coldly.
"My lord said... let you temporarily stop blocking the Laughing Monarch, let them in, and then block them again. The current blocking location is not suitable, it is not..."
"Stop, I want to know, what identity is he using to order me?" Zong Xingyu said faintly: "Your master is the master of Demon Soul Dao, but Demon Soul Dao is not the West Palace, and the West Palace is just There is only one voice, and that is me! I am the Lord of the West Palace!"
"He has no position, and he is not qualified to order me." Zong Xingyu turned his head arrogantly, looked at the short and fat man in black, and said indifferently: "So please go back and tell your master. If you want to say something , or if you want to achieve something, you can do it yourself, and let others use it as a megaphone to achieve his purpose."
Humpty Humpty was stunned.
He never dreamed that Zong Xingyu's attitude was so tough, so relentless.
Before he came, he had thought that this trip would have some obstacles, but as long as he speaks beautifully and analyzes the interests clearly, he can always achieve his goal, and his goal is not to completely veto Zong Xingyu's strategy, but to let Zong Xingyu He just moved his position to the effective range of the altar. As far as the current situation is concerned, although there will be a certain degree of loss, it is by no means difficult.
However, he never expected that Zong Xingyu didn't intend to talk to him at all, and refused directly, which was unusually tough!
Facing such a tough Zong Xingyu, Humpty Humpty was at a loss and didn't know what to do.
No matter how disobedient Zong Xingyu is, he is also the Lord's son.
What can't be said between father and son? Non-negotiable
Even if the fight was turned upside down, he couldn't speak.
Seeing Zong Xingyu's face as cold as iron, with a completely non-negotiable expression.
Humpty Humpty sighed and could only turn around and go back.
After the black-clothed Demon Lord heard the reply, Yang Tian looked at it for a long time, and after a while, he said lightly: "After all, it's just a strand of demon soul!"
Humpty Humpty blinked his eyes, apparently not understanding the meaning behind what the black-clothed Demon King said.
You mean... what
However, the Demon Lord had already raised his sleeves, and with a sudden sound, he disappeared in an instant.
…
Zong Xingyu kept a cold face, watching the battle situation in the distance with constant eyes.
There, there should be a fight, and a constant fight.
Although the eyesight is not enough to see the specific situation, but the spiritual sense can still feel the general situation over there. On the other side of the battlefield, there are many spaces trembling almost every moment...
But although his eyes are cold and sharp, deep in his eyes, he is actually looking forward to something...
He didn't focus all his attention on the battle in the distance.
Or it should be said that more than 90% of his attention is on another matter.
As a result, his eyes, movements, and body fell into a state of rigidity, which was abnormally disharmonious.
With the sound of the wind, a cloud of black mist appeared on the top of the sky with a "sudden" sound.
Zong Xingyu's body trembled suddenly, but he still stubbornly did not turn his head.
With a cultivation base as advanced as his, he naturally knew that it was his father who had arrived.
But at this moment, Zong Xingyu is like a stubborn child, angry with his father, I know you are here, I know you have something to say, I know you are dissatisfied with me, but I just don't look back look at you.
What can you do to me? !
The black mist condensed into a human form.
Zong Xingyu was waiting.
Waiting, guessing, what would my father say to me when he took the initiative to find me for the first time in so many years
He racked his brains to guess, even guessing that his heart was sore and trembling.
Feeling the tears in my eye sockets, because of the sour moisture, I gradually couldn't control them.
However, Zong Xingyu never dreamed that he would hear—
"Do you know what you are doing?" Mozun's voice was cold, still full of that indifference.
"Of course I know what I'm doing." Zong Xingyu said angrily.
"I didn't ask you what you were doing, I just asked you, do you know what you are doing?!" Mozun's voice was flat and cold.
"Of course I know?" Zong Xingyu suddenly wanted to explode: "How could you not know? Father, since you..."
He couldn't continue his words because he was interrupted by Mozun.
Mozun stared at him with cold eyes: "Don't call me father!"
Zong Xingyu was stunned.
"You should call me Lord." Mozun looked at him coldly.
Zong Xingyu's eyes straightened.
"Demon Soul, what is a Demon Soul?" Demon Venerable looked at him.
Zong Xingyu only felt the stars flickering in his mind, and it was completely blurred. For a moment, he didn't know what he was thinking, what he was doing, or even where he was at the moment.
"The way of the devil soul is countless devil souls!"
"Anyone who has practiced magic skills and been baptized by the Demon Lord is a Demon Soul." The Demon Lord looked at him without the slightest emotion in his eyes: "In other words, you are too, and you are no exception."
"Me too!?" Zong Xingyu staggered, stepped back three steps in a row, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the demon in disbelief: "You think I am too?! Me too..."
"That's right, you too." Demon Venerable said lightly, "You are nothing more than a wisp of demon soul, that's all."
Zong Xingyu's mind went blank.
"The so-called relationship between father and son has no destiny at all; father and son for more than 10,000 years? It's just a deceptive empty talk!" Mozun looked at him with some sarcasm: "Do you really think that there is so much love and righteousness as you imagined?" ?”
Zong Xingyu hissed with some breakdown: "Do you know what you are talking about? What is the blood relationship between father and son, there is no relationship at all, and all this, what does it have to do with respecting love and righteousness?"
"Isn't it because of the so-called bond between father and son that you dare not obey orders?" Mozun said indifferently: "You have the confidence to be proud of favors? The courage to go your own way? Do you think I will definitely not punish you? So You dare to ignore and disobey my orders!"
"In the final analysis, is it just because you are my son? Or, you used to be my son?" Mozun's words were like the sharpest steel knives, piercing deeply into Zong Xingyu's chest. heart.
His heart was instantly riddled with blood.
"What is the past? What is the past?!" Zong Xingyu shouted almost insanely: "Could it be that you have forgotten the past of the family back then? Have you really forgotten it?"
"The karma of being a family back then is true, but after you accept the baptism of the Demon Venerable, this karma will no longer exist!"
The Demon Lord snorted coldly: "As a demon, what do you need these ridiculous human emotions?"
"I'm warning you one last time, and it's also a memory of that last point, which you definitely think...that ridiculous father-son relationship." The figure in black robes of the Mozun flew up: "Withdraw your people immediately!"
"If it really delays my plan, even you can only enter the altar one day earlier and become..."
"... That should have been paid a long time ago, a ray of demon soul!"
Before the words were finished, the figure of the Demon Lord had disappeared without a trace.
Zong Xingyu stood there like a clay sculpture, motionless for a long time.
His lips were trembling unconsciously, blood was continuously flowing from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of ashes.
He stood on the top of the extreme zenith in a daze for a day and a night, and the morning, wind, rain and dew dyed his hair white. The long black hair that was originally black turned completely gray when he regained his activities.
Zong Xingyu, who had regained his active state, seemed to be as tall and straight as before, but gave people a feeling of being a little hunched.
Something in my heart has collapsed.
Zong Xingyu returned to the main hall of the West Hall with great strides, and immediately issued an order with the most forceful attitude——
"All the members of the West Palace belong to, and all are dispatched! Everyone, wait and arrive at the battlefield as soon as the order is sent! Fend off the enemy three hundred miles away from the main summit of the West Palace. If you win, you will die!"
"If they are incapable of stopping the Laughing Monarch's army, then the entire West Hall will be wiped out three hundred miles away!"
"This order is executed immediately!"
"Within half a quarter of an hour, those belonging to the West Palace who fail to gather on time will be punished without mercy!"
This order was sent out immediately, and sent to every cultivator who belonged to the West Temple.
Outside, a loud bell rang immediately.
Countless figures rushed over from all directions at a speed that was almost life-threatening.