Yeah, the truth is, it's that simple.
From the very beginning, Wen Zhe was a chess piece arranged to join the Demon Race.
This chess piece has been arranged for nearly two thousand years, step by step, approaching the core of the power of the demons.
Then just a little bit, it can turn the demons upside down.
Minwei grabbed the old man and said in a trembling voice, "You are Zhongli? You are Zhongli?!"
Zhong Li closed his eyes and slowly wiped away the blood and tears on his face.
Then he bowed his body and said: "The old man is just a servant of the princess now, and he is no longer a priest of the devil emperor!"
He didn't even want to come back to the Demon Palace.
Baiyuncanggou, things are different, what else is there to be nostalgic for
His only purpose of standing here is to ask an answer for his thousand-year-old self.
Seek justice for myself who has been wandering in hell for thousands of years.
The old man walked slowly towards Zhong Li, his old hands with complex sigils on his chest, muttering something in his mouth.
One step, another step.
"Wa... Ah... Ha... Xia... Sha... Well..."
When the distance between the two was only one meter, the old man suddenly stopped and looked up to meet Wen Zhe's eyes.
A dazzling red light flew out of the old man's hand, directly piercing Wen Zhe's eyebrows.
"ah!!"
A short and painful scream came from Wen Zhe's mouth.
Then the flames began to burn his face, his hair, his flesh and bones.
The severe pain made Wen Zhe struggle desperately. The two demon servants who were holding him back couldn't catch him, so they could only back away again and again.
Wen Zhe's scream was not like Yu Yanran's just now, it was shrill and piercing through the sky.
He suppressed it with all his strength, his body convulsed, and he didn't want to make a sound.
But occasionally he couldn't bear the leaked moan, but it was heart-piercing enough to make the scalp numb.
The old man just stood tall and Linxia watched him scream, howl, and struggle.
Moisture slowly welled up in his eyes, but his voice remained calm: "This face is not yours, and this body is not yours either. Since it is not yours, it shouldn't stay on your body."
His hands continued to form seals, and he chanted that weird demon spell again.
"And your priestly supernatural powers, which I carefully taught and passed on to you, they also do not belong to you."
"Wen Zhe..."
The old man said slowly, one word at a time: "As Zhongli, the priest of the Demon Emperor, I will expel you from the priest's hall and the Demon Imperial City. From then on, you will no longer be my disciple of Zhongli. From then on, you and I Grace is broken, and there is nothing to do with it!"
The bones on Wen Zhe's body seemed to make an ear-piercing crisp sound.
Immediately afterwards, he let out a scream that was a hundred times more stern than before, and his whole body exploded suddenly, blood splashed everywhere, instantly soaking his whole body in a pool of blood.
The surrounding demon waiters all turned pale when they saw this scene.
Before today, Zhongli was still a high priest of the Demon Emperor.
He is a big shot in the entire demon clan with one person under one person and over ten thousand people.
But now...
Is that person lying in a pool of blood, with his face bloody and bloody, really the former Priest of the Demon Emperor
"Hahahahahaha!!"
Suddenly, hysterical laughter came from Wen Zhe's mouth.
His crooked body slowly stopped the spasm and stretched out.
A bloody face slowly lifted up, looking at the old man, "Master, in this way, I have paid off everything I owe you, right?"