Door open.
The thick cloud slipped into the hall along the opening of the palace, and the dim fluorescent light also entered the palace from the outside, illuminating the shadows of several people outside the door into the hall.
All twelve people in the hall looked towards the hall door, including the woman.
Soon...
The footsteps of Tatata sounded unhurriedly from the palace. Qinghai, which was burning with the power of Godhead, was extremely dazzling with the fire between the eyebrows.
He walked a few steps to the center of the hall and knelt down on one knee.
"Lord Yale, your subordinates come to return."
"Well done, bring them up and you can retire."
Qinghai nodded heavily and walked out of the hall. Afterwards, the door of the hall was pushed open by a gap of about half a meter on both sides, and then a group of four led by Ye Zichen walked in from outside the hall.
"We're finally meeting."
Ye Zichen, who was walking in the hall, held his chest out, his waist straight, and walked towards the hall without looking sideways.
As soon as he entered the hall, he felt that there were twelve auras in the hall locking him. From these auras, he didn't feel any aggressiveness, but he seemed to be spying on who he was.
But what made him more concerned was that among these breaths, there seemed to be an aura that was particularly unstable.
Subconsciously looking at the breath, Ye Zichen saw a woman with a slender face and a graceful figure, and based on her position, if Ye Zichen guessed correctly, her position is obviously the tenth in the hall. The tallest of the two.
"Don't look around."
Purul, who followed Ye Zichen slowly forward, squinted his eyes. He felt completely different from Ye Zichen.
"What's wrong?" Ye Zichen asked in confusion.
The corner of Pruel's mouth twitched lightly, looking at those people in the hall with undisguised resentment in his eyes.
After he entered the hall, at least eleven very aggressive auras touched him. He knew all these people, and he would never forget them in this life.
"They are the twelve main gods who sat down with Yale, the God of Destruction."
Ye Zichen froze when he heard the words, doesn't that mean that these people in front of him are the enemies of Purul's genocide!
No wonder when Ye Zichen first entered the hall, he felt that Purul's breath was not stable, and his body was releasing an undisguised evil spirit.
It's just the woman who makes him more concerned about it!
Why did she show such emotional fluctuations when she saw herself.
Surprised, scared, worried...
A series of mood swings, as if this woman knew Ye Zichen a long time ago, and they have a good relationship. But from Ye Zichen's memory, there is no memory of her at all.
He glanced in the direction of the woman again, and the two looked at each other.
The woman quickly lowered her head to avoid Ye Zichen's gaze.
As everyone knows, this scene completely fell in the eyes of Yale. This woman is the object of his pursuit, and naturally he pays more attention to this woman than others.
He clearly saw the change in the woman's expression when she saw Ye Zichen.
But he didn't say anything, and focused his eyes on Ye Zichen in the hall.
It was also at the moment when his eyes came over that Ye Zichen felt the gaze in front of him. Although the thick clouds made him unable to see Yale hidden behind the clouds, he still raised his head and looked over without giving up.
Looking at each other silently, the air pressure in the hall plummeted.
When Ye Yechen and Yale looked at each other across the clouds, there seemed to be substantial sparks. The main gods in the hall did not do anything, and Yin Shang, Gou Yuzhan, and Purul also stood without saying a word.
The clouds in the hall suddenly dissipated to both sides, leaving a road more than two meters wide in the middle. It was at this time that Ye Zichen really saw Yale's face.
Very handsome young face!
From this face, you can see that he is very calm, and it is easy to win the favor of others when he laughs loudly.
Sitting in the chair, he stood tall, and his dazzling eyes had a somewhat attractive aura, and his deep eyes had a mature and vicissitudes meaning that was completely opposite to his appearance.
This is the God-King of Destruction, the most brutal and warlike God-king of the extraterrestrial gods.
"Hahaha… "
For a long time, Yale laughed out loud in the high place of the hall.
Yale's smile also made the previous oppression suddenly dissipated. He got up from the seat, and in three or two steps, Yale landed in front of Ye Zichen. Like an old friend, he stretched out his hand and patted Ye Zichen on the shoulder.
"Era Star Lord, you can come to this shrine really make this shrine shine."
At this time, Yale's voice sounded a little low, but it was very pleasant, giving people a feeling of being bathed in the spring breeze, and the dignified oppression in the hall eased a lot.
Obviously, this Yale Lord is quite shrewd, and he is definitely not the kind of brainless person who is addicted to war.
Even though he was an enemy, Ye Zichen could only smile and say without hitting the smiling man.
"I didn't expect that the God King of Destruction outside the realm would also know the idiom of our human race, Peng Dishenghui. This word is really terrifying when used in this emperor's body."
"This constellation has always had a strong interest in the language of the Star Lord Era, so I have been studying it all the time. It's just that in front of you, this is a bit of a slap in the face. If Star Lord Ye finds that there are some useful and wrong things in this constellation, please also ask. Could you please enlighten me."
"Good talk!"
Yale laughed again, and then looked at Purul.
Enemies are particularly jealous when they meet!
This can be applied to Prul's body perfectly.
The demise of the demon race was caused by Yale. For Purul, Yale had a feud with him for genocide. The emperor can't bear to destroy the country, and the dignified Demon King Pruel was exterminated.
"Lord Demon King, we meet again."
Even though Prull still had the look of wanting to kill, Yale still had a smile on his lips.
He looks so relaxed!
Or it can be said that Purul has nothing to care about at all, the demon race has been destroyed, and Purul, the demon king, has also been dispelled by the power of the devil.
In front of Yale, Purul is a clown jumping on the beam.
He didn't even bother to feel any unpleasant feelings about his resentment, on the contrary, he still enjoys this feeling very much now.
Actually, Pruhl doesn't know...
He was able to escape into the Time Corridor because of Yale's instructions, for this scene.
"Yale!" Purul squeezed these two words out of his teeth, and Yale shook his head and sighed, "It seems that Lord Demon King is still haunted by the previous war. It has been so long, why is Demon King? Adults can't let go of the hatred in their hearts and live a good life."
"What a villain's face!" Prull hummed. "Haha, Lord Demon King is just joking, this is the face of a villain?" Yale shook his head when he heard the words, "Forget it, you can say what you want. If you win, you lose, you lose, and now you're like a lost dog. How can you bark here!"