The Demon Lord has too many aliases

Thinking of this, Yan Weilou couldn't help but touch the dark Qiankun Ring on his hand.

With Xiaoyaolou here, he is certainly not short of money, but there are many things in this world that are hard to come by, and no amount of worldly money can buy them.

What's more, even a mere cubic meter of Qiankun Ring cannot be filled. He has never experienced such a wasteful experience for a long time.

Sighing deeply at his poverty, Yan Weilou tilted his head and thought for a moment, and decided to temporarily play a guest role as a righteous hero, robbing the rich to help the poor, and helping those in need.

So, he stepped forward.

"Crack!" With a few simple and crude crisp sounds, the formation halo surrounding the treasure house was extinguished one after another, like a series of light bulbs being smashed to pieces.

In the halo of the shattered formation, the young man shrouded in black robes floated into the treasure house like a ghost in the blink of an eye.

"Yuanji Pill, Ice Cordyceps, Bone Powder..." There are a variety of medicinal materials, weapons, spells, and sundries in the treasure house.

With just one glance, the rich experience in his previous life helped Yan Weilou identify the most valuable thing among them immediately.

He unceremoniously put it into the Qiankun Ring, and when he was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of a black scimitar stuck sideways on the weapons rack beside the door.

The blade is dark and cold, with graceful lines like a crescent moon, with a narrow red blood groove in the center.

Yan Weilou's eyes lit up and he picked it up.

"A low-grade spiritual weapon?" The blade of the sword was unsheathed, and the bright sword light reflected the young man's interested eyes. For a moment, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and a thin layer of frost seemed to have condensed in the treasure house.

Satisfied that he put the knife named Hanyue in his pocket, Yan Weilou walked out of the treasure house with a swagger. Seeing that the formation was broken, in order to protect the property of Yaoguang Palace from loss, he also used the materials in stock to reset it outside the door. Several formations.

As for whether the people in Yaoguang Palace can crack it later, that has nothing to do with him :).

Yan Weilou, who felt that he was completely benevolent and righteous, gathered his robe again. As soon as he walked onto the corridor, he heard rapid footsteps behind him.

A disciple of the Yaoguang Palace, also wearing a black robe, trotted past in a hurry and suddenly glanced at him: "The master of the palace has an order to set off immediately.

Why are you still procrastinating here? "Huh?" Which elder or protector's disciple are you? Why do you look so strange? "As he said that, he paused and wanted to ask something else.

Yan Weilou had already taken the initiative and said in surprise: "What, the palace master has a life? Then how can you keep the palace master waiting for so long?" He immediately ran forward and gave the other party a hand, speaking in an extremely urgent tone: "It's too late to say more. Let's go!" "Oh...oh!" After being pulled by Yan Weilou, the man forgot his previous question and followed him quickly.

In the courtyard that seemed quiet at first, disciples of Yaoguang Palace appeared everywhere. The oldest of these people was no more than three years old, and some of them were a little childish.

They all have a special temperament, which is the influence of Yaoguang Palace's unique technique.

Some people wear black robes, some wear red clothes, and some wear green clothes, purple clothes, etc. These are the divisions of factions and levels within the Beidou Demon Palace.

Yan Weilou was among them, and he vaguely smelled a trouble-making atmosphere, and his eyes lit up slightly.

At the front of the crowd stood several figures.

In the middle is a woman wearing a rosy robe, with a slender figure and an extremely charming appearance.

It was Xie Yunmiao, the master of Yaoguang Hall.

She smiled lightly, and her snow-white and delicate skin was exposed under her rosy clothes, which seemed to be glowing with a moving halo. There was a kind of enchanting beauty in her every frown and smile.

There is no clue that at his true age he could be the ancestor of many people.

But the breath that was inadvertently leaked through her eyes revealed that this seemingly weak woman was actually a grand master at the pinnacle of the Taoist realm.

Behind him were two men and two women on either side, respectively the four deputy envoys from the Yaoguang Palace.

In name, they are deputy envoys. In fact, these people are not affiliated with the Yaoguang Palace, but are sent by the Beidou Demon Palace. They only follow the orders of Du Jiuyou.

The auras of several people were faintly leaking. They were all new to the Dao realm and were specially sent by Du Jiuyou to assist Xie Yunmiao.

"Today's matter is the top priority of my Yaoguang Palace, and I have been planning it for many years.

"Xie Yunmiao put away his smile and glanced at the people below, "Once we succeed and have the support of the new emperor, our Beidou Demon Palace can expand openly and openly in the territory of Dayong. Just like those authentic sects of famous sects, we can establish mountain gates, recruit disciples, and spread the world. The Demonic Path... The Yaoguang Palace can also take the lead in front of the Palace Master.

" Her voice was calm and pleasant, but full of murderous intent.

"Now Ji Muyue has secretly controlled part of the formations in the palace. Heavenly beings cannot come out of seclusion. Most of the great masters in Shengjing City have been transferred away. The interior is empty. There are still courtiers who have already surrendered to help... If you idiots are greedy and fearful, If you die, or are obsessed with personal grudges, and fail to fulfill your own values ​​and sacrifice for my Beidou Demon Palace, don't blame me for being ruthless!" She turned around and stared at the four deputy envoys coldly, and suddenly Waved his hand: "Let's go!" The sun had set in the sky, and the afterglow of dusk slowly dissipated. The crowd walked through the quiet and remote streets, and soon, a low palace wall and a red-painted gate appeared in front of them.

This is the west entrance of the palace.

The guards at the door stood there like two statues, motionless.

It seemed that such a group of unknown people had never been seen entering the palace.

Yan Weilou entered the palace among this group of people. Sensing the silence of the palace formation, he sighed secretly in his heart.

I really don’t know whether to say that Yaoguang Palace has a long-term vision, even giving up the “Chen Nu Gong”, and actually cultivated a Ji Muyue who is biased towards them; or sigh that Ji Muyue’s means are not bad, even the palace has been infiltrated to such an extent.

The formation that should only be mastered by the emperor himself actually fell into his hands.

If he hadn’t been unlucky in his previous life and happened to run into the celestial being coming out of retreat, he would not have died before he could accomplish his mission.

In this life, after being reminded by Yan Weilou, Ji Muyue’s time to force the palace was advanced, and the celestial being was still in retreat.

When the celestial being comes out of retreat, everything will be over.

——The Great Yong royal family is like this, the Gongfeng Hall is suppressing it, there can be fighting and bloodshed, the winner will rise, and the mediocre will fall.

As long as the new emperor is still of royal blood in the end, and has not become a puppet of other forces.

However, as long as the emperor is still on the throne, others will have to maintain the emperor’s legal system if someone kills the emperor openly like Ji Muyue.

While Yan Weilou was sighing in his heart, they had already run into the imperial guards in the palace and engaged in close combat.

"It's the imperial guards!" "Ah! There are bows and crossbows!" "Don't get entangled, kill them!" There were shouts of fighting and killing all around, and everyone entered the battle almost immediately, with blood splattering and broken weapons flying across the field.

The people in the Demon Sect were least afraid of fighting, and even everyone was extremely murderous. When they encountered obstacles at this time, they all fought hard.

Not long after, this avenue of only a few hundred meters was covered with corpses.

Yan Weilou mixed in and played soy sauce, occasionally helping some people to make up a few knives, regardless of which side they were on.

If someone came to him, he would naturally kill them with one knife.

Anyway, whether it was the Dayong royal family or the Beidou Demon Palace, there was no gratitude between him and them.

He was hiding in the battlefield in a low-key manner, and his series of movements could be described as "not a single leaf was stained on his clothes". Only the golden time dial in his left pupil was slowly moving, becoming more and more dazzling as a large amount of light-blocking power was absorbed, like a small sun embedded in the pupil of the boy.

A drop of blood splashed on his side face, and he smiled.

... The crowd killed all the way to the harem, and a violent thunderous roar sounded in the air.