Sword Dao Alchemy

The two guys looked at each other, and instantly understood each other, and the fierce eyes flashed away.

Each of them had been secretly accumulating strength, waiting to attack and kill the people inside the moment they entered the door.

This is a good opportunity. If they occupy this relic, they will not have to worry about it in the future.

Even if the matter is exposed, they hide in this Zhuque relic, and the people of Shenfengling cannot attack them, and they can't do anything to them.

Moreover, relying on this relic in the future, I don't know how much business they can do and how much money they can make.

This is a great opportunity that cannot be missed.

"Okay! Let's go in and discuss." They agreed while making preparations.

But how could their subtle movements be hidden from Lin Yun.

Lin Yun laughed secretly, two stupid guys, want to calculate others, don't you know that I will calculate you too.

The strength of the two guys is stronger than the dead Zhu Hou, but they are still things that Lin Yun treats as weaklings.

"Come in!"

Lin Yun opened the door a crack according to the method on the map left by Zhu Hou, and stood in the crack of the door.

The two guys rushed in, and a long sword appeared in their hands, stabbing towards Lin Yun.

The sword light was sharp and sharp.

They were absolutely sure of such a sudden attack, because they had implemented it many times before, and their cooperation was perfect, and they had never failed.

Unfortunately, this time they were facing Lin Yun.

What's more, Lin Yun had known their intentions for a long time and was also calculating them.

Just as the two rushed in, the door behind them was closed.

At the same time, Lin Yun disappeared in front of their swords like a ghost.

The two guys were horrified, but the horror was just on their faces, and the sharp sword light swept from behind them.

Instantly, their heads and bodies were separated, and they were deader than dead.

Lin Yun searched them and found only two identity jade cards and a few demon coins, nothing else.

"We shouldn't have killed them so quickly. We should have captured them alive. Maybe we could have gotten some information from them." Lin Yun felt a little regretful.

"Brother, don't blame yourself! Actually, we know what we need to know. Someone in Little Tiger's family wants to harm him. That's enough! Besides, even if we capture these two guys alive, they may not know who the real mastermind is." Qing Xiao comforted.

"Hearing Xiao'er say that, I feel much better. It seems that it will be very difficult to get Little Tiger home!" Lin Yun said with a smile.

"No matter how many difficulties there are, we have to send him back. If we take him with us, first, it will make his parents sad, and second, it will be inconvenient. He is not comparable to Little Stone and Black Demon." Qing Xiao said.

"Yes!" Lin Yun nodded and said, "Xiao'er, hide Little Tiger! Don't let him out. Let Little Stone and Black Demon accompany him."

"Ah! Boss! This is not good. I want to take a good look outside!" Black Demon shouted.

Little Stone also looked reluctant.

As for Little Kamikaze Tiger, he actually wanted to run around, but was caught by Qing Xiao and stuffed into the golden carp.

"Little guy, take your things." Lin Yun also stuffed the black gold hammer inherited from the Divine Wind Ridge into the room.

The little Divine Wind Tiger happily held it in his arms. Although he didn't know what it was, he was very close to it.

It was just that at the moment when he got the inheritance, there was a slight fluctuation that was not noticed by others and was transmitted.

"You two, take turns to accompany the little tiger!" Lin Yun made a decision.

Then, Xiao Shitou and Hei Mo went in to accompany the little Divine Wind Tiger with great helplessness. It seemed that they were going to discuss how to take care of him.

Lin Yun and Qing Xiao left the ruins, and Lin Yun left the map inside.

Lin Yun meant to close the Vermillion Bird Ruins forever and no one would enter.

Then, Lin Yun and Qing Xiao left along the ancient road outside the ruins that had long been dilapidated and uninhabited.

........

In the ancient and wild Divine Wind Ridge, the Demon King was crying with his wife.

"My lovely son was lost just a few days after he was born. I don't know if he is alive or dead now." The beautiful female demon was in despair.

"It's all the fault of those slaves. They actually plotted against my son. I am torturing them severely and will definitely find out where my son is." The Demon King was also furious.

"I don't think they know either. Otherwise, who can bear such a punishment without confessing?" The Demon Queen shed tears, but she was not confused.

"Are you saying that someone else did evil?" The Demon King stared at him. He had never thought about it in this way.

"Now it seems that it should be. That kind of punishment is not willing to be accepted even if it means death. If they knew, they would have told it earlier in order to die."

"Ah! I am really confused. I only worked on them and missed the opportunity. I am afraid that it will be much more difficult to find it." The Demon King regretted it.

At this moment, someone else rushed in and reported tremblingly: "Supreme Emperor, the inherited artifact is missing."

"What? Useless things, arrest all the demon slaves in charge and investigate them carefully. You must find out the whereabouts." The Demon King was almost mad with anger.

Such things happened again and again, making him doubt whether his rule could be stable.

The demon slave who came to report was already paralyzed on the ground in fear, fearing that bad luck would befall him.

Who knows that the Demon Queen waved her hand at him and said, "Go down! Just do what His Majesty wants, but don't be too cruel. They are all people around me. It's not good to force them to death."

"I understand. I will do what the God Queen says and investigate carefully. I won't let any bad people go, nor will I wrongly accuse any good people."

The frightened guy was overjoyed. After thanking him, he hurried away.

"What are you doing? Why do you want to relax your investigation of them?" The Demon King didn't understand.

"You! You are so stupid. Who else can use this inheritance except the emperor? It's basically useless. Now someone has stolen it. Doesn't it mean that our emperor is still there? As long as we follow this line of investigation, we won't be afraid of not finding the emperor."

The Demon Queen's mental state has improved a lot at this time. She saw hope.

"Ah! Queen, you are wise. I will do it right away!"

The Demon King suddenly realized and was about to leave and make an arrangement himself.

Suddenly, he was stunned, and then said to the Demon Queen: "There is news from the Holy Temple, saying that the inheritance has moved and is with the emperor."

"Ah! Did they say where the emperor is?" The Demon Queen became excited again.

"The exact location is unclear, but it is certain that the emperor is in the demon world." The Demon King said affirmatively.

"Let's go and take a look! Let the elders check carefully to see if they can use the power of the Holy Temple to determine an accurate location!"

The Demon King and the Demon Queen disappeared in a blink of an eye and went to the Holy Temple of Shenfeng Ridge.

.......

"What? That little demon is still alive!"

In the darkness, someone was furious when he heard the news.

"Go and find out who dealt with the little demon in the end, and why they didn't kill him."

"We've checked. It was Youfeng and Anfeng, but they should be dead now."

"Ah! That's a good thing. But it's not important now. Send someone out immediately. Be sure to intercept and kill the little demon before the Demon King finds him. Don't let him return to Shenfeng Ridge."

"Yes, sir."

........

Lin Yun and Qing Xiao walked a short distance along the ancient road, and the ancient road had already disappeared in the mountains.

The mountains in the distance were dangerous, and dark clouds pressed on the top of the mountains, with demonic energy in the air.

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