The Demon Lord has too many aliases

Qingyang Fucheng has been inherited for thousands of years, and there has been a history of being destroyed and rebuilt by demons.

In the treasury, there are countless treasures accumulated by generations of palace lords.

Most people will be spoiled for choice when they come in.

Yan Weilou looked calm. Back then, he slaughtered hundreds of sects in China, and he had seen countless treasure troves.

I just took some more spirit stones and picked out a few small things with special functions.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he held a small pebble-shaped object in his hand.

"This is..." Every item in the treasury is accompanied by a description.

This "Void Stone" is naturally no exception.

“This Void Stone is naturally generated and extremely rare.

"Chu Wushuang introduced, "The only function is that after crushing, it can break open the space and transport people to a random place.

Very convenient for escaping.

" At this point, he gloated and added: "But this thing is very unstable, and no one knows where it will spread to people.

"Want it."

"Yan Weilou looked happy.

This way you don't have to worry about being unable to escape after returning.

However, he looked at Su Xinghan again... "Is there a second one?" Chu Wushuang rolled his eyes: "Do you think these are just random stones picked up by the river?" Su Xinghan walked to Yan Weilou , whispered: "No need, I don't need it.

"Aren't you being chased by Tianzong..." Su Xinghan blinked his eyelashes guiltily: "I have my own methods."

" Yan Weilou smiled: "That's good.

"Chu Wushuang on one side: "..." ...I always feel like I am so useless.

Chapter 47 Returning (1) When the sky is getting dark, the deep night is glowing with a faint light, like thick ink that has been diluted, covering the sky.

This thin light fell on the wilderness many miles outside Qingyang Mansion City, illuminating the two figures in the cold wind and the spiritual stones piled up into small hills at their feet.

However, at this time, these spiritual stones were being consumed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and large areas were turned into fly ash.

The rich spiritual energy was absorbed by an invisible suction force and turned into a liquid vortex that gathered upwards.

It was eventually absorbed into the token held tightly in Yan Weilou's hand.

The Han Hai Ling in Yan Weilou's hand was glowing.

The strong and dazzling white light reflected the handsome and sharp outline of the young man, enveloping his facial features, revealing only a pair of dark and deep eyes.

"Since Mingguang took the initiative to give in, I will take the first step.

"The Han Hai Ling shined brightly, and in the bright white light, he seemed to tilt his head and smile.

"If we are destined, we will meet again in the vast land of China.

"The cold wind blew through the hem of his clothes, and the boy's figure disappeared little by little in the light.

One step away, the figure of the man in white was also illuminated by this light.

Behind him was the thick ink sky and the dark and desolate vast wasteland, which made the white clothes look like a pale and cold silhouette under the dim sky.

He was silent and didn't answer.

He just stared motionlessly at the figure that disappeared in the light. His eyes had returned to their original languid look, and his face was cold and white, like a statue of a god. It seemed that all the life in his body had been withdrawn from him.

The sky in the distance was gradually painted with a ray of white, and brighter and brighter sunlight fell down. The early hunting convoy passed through the wilderness and was surprised to see this motionless "statue" from a distance.

I simply don’t know whether this is a human, a ghost, a demon or a demon! The sound of the motorcade running over the grass came from afar. The man in white, who had been silent for a long time, twitched his eyelashes slightly, like a statue blinking.

A drop of dew rolled down from his eyelashes, leaving a trace on the side of his pale face.

"It must be... destined.

"Xu Xinghan reached into his sleeve and held the Hanhai Token.

Great brilliance.

In the horrified and incomprehensible eyes of a group of mountain people, his figure also disappeared.

On the contrary, it left a bizarre legend for this wasteland.

·The vast land of China, the Central Region, and the Yong Dynasty.

Not long ago, the ninth princess Ji Muyue violently forced the emperor into the palace, the emperor escaped through a secret passage, the two parties fought fiercely in the capital, and there were various rumors about the birth of Han Hai Ling.

Shengjing City is in chaos.

Fortunately, the gods came out and suppressed the entire imperial capital with their own efforts, and the peace in Shengjing returned to its previous state.

Deep in the palace, where the imperial concubine lived, where Yan Weilou disappeared out of thin air that day, there was silence, not even the sound of insects or birds could be heard.

It seems to have been completely blocked.

At this time, the sun was at noon. Under the blazing light, a figure appeared out of thin air. He was dressed in black, black robes, black hair, and his dark eyes were as deep as a deep pool, which made his face paler.

Like a black and white ink painting, it is slowly outlined in mid-air.

As soon as he appeared, the young man's eyes swept across the familiar palace and his eyes flashed.

Sure enough, it is Dayong Palace! Without saying a word, he reached out and crushed a void stone in his hand.

The surrounding space was filled with ripples, and an invisible force spread like waves on the water.

"Huh?" At this moment, a soft sound of surprise came from deep inside the palace, and then, an unparalleled terrifying pressure poured down, as if to freeze the entire palace, and even the Yanwei Tower. In mid-air.

The sky suddenly became dark, and large dark clouds piled up on the originally clear sky.

A violent storm swept through.

Someone changed the sky with a thought.

The spreading void seemed to have been blocked by a tyrannical force. It was constantly trembling, and lines appeared, as if it would collapse anytime and anywhere.

Under the invisible terrifying pressure, Yan Weilou's whole body seemed to be crushed, blood overflowed from his seven orifices, and he almost turned into a bloody man.

His expression remained the same, with a cold light in his eyes: "As expected!" "——Heaven, people, obstacles, roads!" Yan Weilou did not hesitate, a golden light bloomed in his left eye, and the illusory and invisible Dial of Time suddenly turned, a large number of The power of light resistance is like firewood thrown into a furnace, burning fiercely.

The invisible pressure around him suddenly eased a lot, and the howling wind and rain came slowly like a video tape that had been slowed down several times.

The celestial being was directly disturbed by King Yan Weilou for a second. All his movements became slow in this second and were extended three times.

Yan Weilou seized this gap and suddenly disappeared in place before the effect of the Void Stone wore off.

The next second, an illusory page slowly swept over, sweeping through the empty air.

Just one step late.

"Huh?" It's the same syllable again, but this time the meaning is completely different from before.

A figure appeared here out of thin air as if teleporting.

Looking at the place where Yan Weilou disappeared, his eyes revealed a strange light.

Behind him, following the sound of large footsteps, the Forbidden Army, which was alerted by the movement just now, rushed over and surrounded the place one after another.

The man in mid-air turned around, holding a scroll in his hand.

His hair is almost completely white. Although his appearance is young, his eyes have the vicissitudes of life.

Although it is only a few feet in the air, it feels like standing in the sky overlooking the earth.

Everyone who faced him was frightened, as if mortals were looking up to God, feeling an irresistible sense of awe from the depths of their souls.

This is the majesty of the saints.

"Nothing happened, please retreat.

"Yes, Master National Preceptor!" "...I don't know how far away by the trail, Lian Di flashed in mid-air, and a figure suddenly fell down and fell into the grass. The moment he landed, he rolled on the spot and hid himself on the edge of the trail. Behind a boulder.