Lord of the Night

"Contacted. We have never lost contact with Night Demon."

Lingkong always responded to Yan Beihan's news instantly.

"How about it?"

"Everything is normal with Night Demon. It's just that occasionally, when I send him a message, he often delays replying for a while. But he is in a subordinate sect and needs to constantly perform tasks, which is reasonable."

"Where is his true face? Have you asked?"

"This should be a secret identity belonging to Night Demon. I haven't asked."

Lingkong said: "However, no matter what the Night Demon looks like, it doesn't matter to us. No matter what he looks like, isn't he still the Night Demon? He can't change into someone else."

The corner of Yan Beihan's mouth twitched.

What you said makes sense, but I am speechless.

Depressedly, he put the communication jade away and started to get angry.

Angry at Yannan.

Grandpa clearly knew everything about Night Demon, but he didn't tell me.

Do I, Yan Beihan, seem to be the person who leaks secrets so easily?

Just then...

At the entrance of Sihaibahuang Building, two people staying in the hotel came.

One has a full beard, and the other is a young scholar.

In the private room of Tiangong.

Mr. Sun Xing's expression suddenly changed.

"What's wrong?" Taiyin Star Lord asked hurriedly.

"The two people I arranged are here."

Mr. Sun Xing frowned tightly.

"who?"

"One is a guardian, and the other is a subordinate of the sect affiliated with the Solipsistic Orthodox Church..."

Sun Star Lord rushed out: "We can't let them in, if... something big happens."

With a swipe, Mr. Sun Xing disappeared into the private room.

Taiyin Xingjun frowned tightly.

This is all done.

According to past practice, this is indeed done. Just find these two people to go in, and they will die silently inside anyway.

It doesn't do any harm to the overall situation.

But now, the Guardian has someone here, and the Only One Orthodox Church has Feng Yun here.

Then Tiangong's plan will inevitably be exposed. After being exposed, you will be discovered: Oh, it turns out that you have not let us know for so many years, but you have been killing our people again and again!

This is hard to explain.

If these two major forces become angry, then things will be serious this time.

Mr. Taiyang Xing arrived at the lobby on the first floor and found two people registering honestly.

"You two are following me..."

Mr. Taiyang Xing directly waved his sleeves, rolled up the two of them, and left Sihai Bahuang Building at lightning speed.

On the eighth floor.

Feng Yi's figure shook and disappeared like a breeze.

In a forest.

Mr. Sun Xing came down and waved his hand, and a big pit appeared silently under the big tree.

The soil turned up silently.

With a wave of his hand, he placed the two lifeless people lightly into the pit. He waved his sleeves again, and the soil that had just been dug up silently rolled up and covered the pit.

As long as you cover the ground and leave, the matter will be silent and unnoticed.

But... just as the soil was rising and rolling down... it suddenly stopped in the air.

There is a big pit below, a void in the middle, and a layer of soil above.

solidified.

Mr. Sun Xing frowned. Turning around suddenly, his eyes were like lightning: "Who?"

"I!"

A figure fell like a breeze, with his hands behind his back and a pale face. He looked at the two people in the pit with indifferent eyes and said slowly: "It turns out that this is how Tiangong has been doing things for so many years."

He chuckled and said: "Of these two people, one is a member of the Solipsism? The other is a guardian? Do they represent the fate of both parties? Why, they are no longer needed now? Just kill them?"

Found!

Mr. Sun Xing’s first reaction was to silence him.

He took a deep breath, and suddenly his whole body began to be dyed with layers of glow, which was the constant concentration of the true fire of the sun.

Continuously rising.

His eyes instantly turned golden.

His sleeves flickered.

The golden palm of his hand was exposed, and he said: "Brother Feng, it's such an unlucky time for you to come."

Feng Yi looked at Sun Star Lord with disdain and said calmly: "You dare to do it?"

Mr. Sun Xing was stunned.

"You want to silence me? Silence me?"

Feng Yi's eyes looked at Sun Star Lord as if he were looking at an idiot: "Here?"

Mr. Taiyang Xing narrowed his eyes: "What do you want?"

Feng Yi said calmly: "Let me tell you two things. First, I have passed this matter back. The news cannot be concealed. Second, you can't really silence anyone."

Mr. Taiyang Xing changed his mind and regained consciousness. He couldn't help but feel helpless in his heart, and sighed dejectedly: "Only my orthodox religion is really full of talents."

Feng Yi said calmly: "You are too greedy in the Heavenly Palace! You are too independent in doing things! Mr. Sun and Star, eating alone has never had a good ending since ancient times!"

Mr. Taiyang Xing sneered: "It's nothing more than profit. How do you treat me? In other words, what do you think of the Orthodox Church?"

Feng Yi pointed at the two people in the pit and said calmly: "I don't care how many people die on the Guardian side, but... we who are the only ones who believe in orthodoxy have died, but there needs to be an explanation."

Sun Xingjun's pupils shrank and he said calmly: "They are just low-level minions. Feng Yi, why are you making such a fuss?"

Feng Yi said calmly: "It's true that you are a low-level minion, and your life is not valuable, but even if you are the only one who teaches a chicken and is killed like this, you still have to pay a price!"

"Do you have to pay compensation?" Mr. Taiyang Xing said.

"Compensation must be made!" Feng Yi sneered: "And those who died so many times before must also be compensated!"

"What if I don't pay compensation?" Taiyang Xingjun took a deep breath.

This feeling of being manipulated is really unpleasant to the extreme.

"If your Heavenly Palace doesn't pay compensation..."

Feng Yi pointed at the corpse in the pit and showed a vicious smile: "Then I will notify the guardian, and then our two families will come to you to compensate."

"..."

Mr. Taiyang Xing held back his breath and almost coughed. After a long time, he finally took a breath and said, "Tell me how to compensate."

"I have nothing to say about this matter."

Feng Yi said calmly: "It's up to my young master to make the decision."

Mr. Sun Xing took a deep breath, his eyes flickered, and said: "Feng Yi, with your cultivation, although this world is big, you can go anywhere. Why are you willing to be someone else's slave?"

Feng Yi rolled his eyes and looked at Sun Star Lord intently for a long time before he said calmly: "Do you think you, Sun Star Lord, can be so clever? Aren't you a slave for the Tiangong? Are you working for Emperor Ziwei? Be a slave? Do you think that because you have been given the title of Sun Star Lord, you are really the Lieyang of the Sky?"

"joke!"

Feng Yi laughed: "Since I work as a slave for others, then I can be a slave legitimately. At least it's not like you, who have to whitewash it and pretend to be an official..."

Mr. Sun Xing could no longer hold back: "Since the matter needs to be decided by Mr. Feng, I will now learn from the cleverness of the number one servant of the Feng family!"

"You're welcome, then let me show you what Emperor Ziwei's servant is like!"

Feng Yi laughed ferociously.

The next moment, golden light flashed, black air filled the air, and they suddenly collided silently.

The two figures transformed into thousands of people in an instant, roaring and fighting in this small space.

However, not even the delicate grass beside him swayed.

…

After a long time.

Feng Yun was thinking about the subtleties of the next chess move. The breeze blew through the window, and Feng Yi had already walked in.

"How is that Sun Star Lord's cultivation?"

Feng Yun asked without raising his head.

Feng Yi said respectfully: "Master Qizhen, Mr. Sun Star and I just had a simple battle. There was no killer on both sides, so it was barely a tie. Both sides have their trump cards yet to be revealed."

Feng Yun smiled faintly, nodded, and said: "Feng Yi, although you and I are called master and servant, you also know that I have never truly regarded you as servants. When we are together in private, we don't need to be so solemn. Bar."

"Rules are rules."

Feng Yi insisted: "If you can break the rules in private, you may break the rules at any time. Young Master, you can't break the rules."

Feng Yun sighed: "You, you, you."

Then he pondered: "Sun Star Lord... is he so strong? In your opinion, if you fight with all your strength, who is stronger and who is weaker?"

Feng Yi thought about it in his mind and said, "If I die, he...should be seriously injured."

Feng Yun then asked: "Can't we die together?"

"Probably not." Feng Yi answered cautiously. He knew that by asking this question, his son was actually measuring the overall combat strength of both sides, rather than measuring the personal strength of himself and Sun Star Lord. Therefore, the most accurate answer must be given.

Feng Yun's expression became serious.

"Tiangong is indeed very strong."

He held the chess piece in his palm, but did not drop it. Instead, he pondered: "Feng Yi, you are the one left behind by our ancestors. You two are different from other title figures. After so many years of accumulation, you are not the opponent of Sun Star Lord?"

"Then the strength of the Tiangong must be recalculated. Because the Sun Star Lord is only under the command of Emperor Ziwei, and there are six other rulers like Emperor Ziwei in the Tiangong. There are seven in total, and Emperor Ziwei ranks third. In other words... The Tiangong is like the sun. There are at least thirty or forty masters like Xingjun. Is this calculation correct?"

Feng Yun whispered.

"There should be more."

Feng Yiyi said: "After all, there are other independent positions. But there can't be more than a hundred."

"That is absolutely impossible." Feng Yun smiled and said: "If you calculate it this way, Tiangong's combat power is still a bit terrifying."

Feng Yi said calmly: "Yes, after all, we don't even know when Tiangong began to exist. Anyway, since we knew them, they have been so powerful and never appeared. In other words, Tiangong...maybe better than us The history of Solipsism is even longer.”

Feng Yun nodded: "This sentence is correct."

Then he sighed softly: "The enemy."

There was a look of worry between his eyebrows, and he murmured: "Tiangong, Tiangong..."