The Mother Linlang at this time was obviously angry.
This kind of situation is extremely rare in a great emperor of the level of Linlang Madonna.
Although Our Lady of Linlang is the most junior in the Celestial Palace, she is equally knowledgeable and participated in the battle one hundred thousand years ago!
It stands to reason that her state of mind should have been cultivated long ago to the point where Gu Jing has no waves.
However, the performance of the Virgin of Linlang at the moment, it is obviously difficult to maintain composure.
"His Royal Highness, if you want to attack the Demon Race, you need to go through the Divine Lord..." The man in front of him lowered his head and said.
He is also one of the gods under the command of Our Lady of Linlang, named Broken Valley.
"This seat will personally seek the consent of the gods." Mother Lin Lang said coldly.
On her body, the holy light was dazzling, and the immortal spirit was awe-inspiring.
Broken Valley raised his head slightly, looked at the Virgin Linlang on the throne, his eyes flickered, and said: "His Royal Highness, this matter may indeed be strange. Since the war many years ago, the demons suffered heavy losses, and after that, they dare not dare anymore. Offending the Protoss... Now that the demons are severely divided and weaker, they will not seek to fight our Protoss under such circumstances..."
With these words, Duogu's voice became lower and lower, and at the end of the speech, he lost his voice and closed his mouth.
Because he felt a terrifying coercion, which fell on him and put him under great pressure.
"Your Highness, forgive me!"
Duangu immediately put his head on the ground and begged for mercy.
At this time, the coercion gradually eased.
"Broken Valley, you said too much." Mother Linlang's tone was as biting as the cold wind on the Ten Thousand Years Icefield.
"Your subordinates have passed over, please forgive your highness..." Duogu replied.
At this moment, Duangu with his head down, his eyes flickered.
Ye Mo belongs to the same level as him.
It's just that on weekdays, the esteemed and trust of Our Lady of Linlang for Ye Mo is obviously higher than that of him and other gods!
Even if Duangu had a higher background and a purer bloodline, from the Taixian clan... it was difficult to compare with Ye Mo, who was from a lower background.
Now, knowing that Ye Mo was dead, Mother Linlang showed an extremely rare huge mood swing.
It can be said that Duangu is full of jealousy towards Ye Mo.
Precisely because of this, Ye Mo died, he did not feel sad, but secretly pleased.
Ye Mo, the most respected Mother of Linlang, died... Then in the future, he will have a chance to take over Ye Mo!
In the past, how much he wanted to replace Ye Mo.
What he wants to be favored by the Mother of Linlang, wants to see the beauty of the Mother of Linlang, wants to let the Mother of Linlang take a look at him!
For this, he is willing to pay all the price!
Duangu realized that he was too anxious just now.
Ye Mo is already dead, dead in the territory of the Demon Race, he doesn't need to be too anxious to express himself.
Now, just follow the meaning of Linlang Madonna, and soon he will be the next Ye Mo!
"The Saint Rune clan was destroyed, Ye Mo died, and everything that the red punishment said... This seat will naturally investigate it." In the middle of the main hall, the magnetic voice of Linlang Madonna came out, echoing in the main hall, "but Ye Mo indeed died of the Demon Race, this account... has to be counted on the Demon Race's head!"
"They must pay the corresponding price!"
"Whoo!"
As soon as the voice fell, the Madonna of Linlang turned into a beam of light, and disappeared after shining.
Duangu raised his head, looked around the empty hall, squinted, and stood up.
His opportunity has come.
Next, he must show himself well in front of Our Lady of Linlang!
…
"Wow..."
In the chaotic realm, Fang Yu followed the glowing Beibei, constantly changing directions.
The deeper, the more frequent the turn.
In the end, Rao Fang Yu was a little dizzy.
But he has unconditional trust in Beibei and has been following behind.
The surrounding coercion was extremely terrifying, and Fang Yu's body flashed with golden light, and his speed did not slow down.
"puff!"
At a certain moment, Beibei was still in front, but her figure suddenly disappeared.
Fang Yu was about to speak, and he also reached the position where Beibei disappeared.
After that, it was as if he suddenly rushed out of the sea from a very deep sea floor, and he was relaxed all over.
At this moment, the vision in front of him was restored.
In front of them are halls built in mid-air, like mirages.
But they do exist.
The architectural style of these halls is weird. Each hall has an irregular shape, and the cast material shows a dark color, releasing an ancient and heavy atmosphere.
Before the numerous halls built in the sky, Fang Yu was as small as a grain of sand.
"This is the territory of the Celestial Demon Race..."
Fang Yu glanced at the scene ahead, his eyes flickering slightly.
At this moment, Beibei had already jumped back on Fang Yu's shoulders.
"Wow!"
She gently patted Fang Yu's face with her paw.
Fang Yu came back to his senses.
Beibei wagged her tail again, her claws pointing to Fang Yu's right.
Fang Yu glanced at the point where Beibei was pointing, frowning, with doubts on his face.
There are many halls that can be seen from that position, and there is nothing special about it.