Gate of God

If there is a storm raging on the cliff of Wind Valley, the center of the storm is Founder, because this is a storm caused by murderous air. ●⌒,

Sen Leng's chill and interweaving together, blowing Yun Qingwu's long skirt.

No one is willing to approach, at least, no one will voluntarily approach, but Yun Qingwu took another step. After taking the first step, she again took the second step resolutely.

Like a flat boat in a storm.

Lonely and small, but still swaying up and down in the earth-shaking waves, even if the storm is heavy, it still can't sink this flat boat to the bottom of the sea.

"Fang Zhengzheng, wanting to kill Qingwu, stepped on our corpse's body first!" At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded, the voice was not too loud, but, at this time, But it can be clearly transmitted to the ears of everyone present.

Immediately afterwards, a figure tremblingly stood up from the ground and was directly caught between Fang Zhengzhi and Yun Qingwu.

There are three figures on the cliff.

People who can stand up at this time, and can stand between Fang Zhengzhi and Yun Qingwu, are naturally young deputies who are half kneeling on the ground.

However, this time, the young deputy did not use the word "Young Master" to call Yun Qingwu, but called his name directly, or even, the name of Qingwu.

However, Yun Qingwu's face did not mean any punishment.

Not only Yun Qingwu, but also the worship of stars, martial halberds, and dozens of Mozu elites, when they heard the words of the young deputy commander Po Nan, they were not too surprised and surprised.

because……

His name is, Si Ponan!

"Si Ponan? That young Demon... surnamed Si?!"

"Is that the secretary?"

"If his name is correct, then there will be no mistake, because, for the entire Demon Race, there is only one family surname, and there is only one family who dares to surname the company!"

The talents who were staring closely at the scene on the cliff of Fenggu Mountain heard the voice of the young deputy director Tong Nan, and all of them showed a very shocking expression.

The Demon World is not the same as the human dynasty world.

If the dynasty world of human beings is the way of inheritance from father to son and descendants, then the Demon Race is the world that is managed by the three major families.

This has a certain relationship with the fertility problem of the Mozu, because no one is sure whether this generation of Devil Emperor will give birth to the descendants of the heirs.

Moreover, even if you really gave birth to your descendants, basically the number will not be too much, at most it is one to two, then, among these two descendants, whether there can be children who can assume the heavy responsibility of the Devil Emperor Existence is another problem.

and so……

Under such circumstances, the Mozu has developed into a rule governed by the three major families.

The children and grandchildren of one family are not enough to take on the important role. Then they are selected from the other two families. The selection methods include cultivation, prestige, and contribution to the demon.

Therefore, after each generation of Devil Emperor's death, the next generation Devil Emperor's surname is not necessarily the same as the previous generation Devil Emperor, even if this generation of Devil Emperor has descendants.

The three major families are the Yun family, the Si family, and the Yu family.

Division...

Devil Emperor Sikong Division!

It is rumored that when the Devil Emperor Sikong was in power, the Demon Race once reached its peak. The Demon Army even approached the Yanjing City, and the human world was almost subverted.

In that battle, outside the Yanjing City, the rocks beside Shili Lake were stained with blood.

But in the end, Devil Emperor Sikong was still dead, died under the blood shadow city, died under the sword of the **** of war.

And now...

The sword was exuding a strange purple light, and was held in the hand by Fangzheng, the tip of the sword pointed directly at Si Ponan's throat, and there was still the breath of Si Ponan's blood on the blade.

"Boom!"

The purple sky thundered across the sky, illuminating Si Ponan's face, which was a pale to almost white face, a little weak, but still firm enough.

"Fang Zhengzheng, I know that people and demons don't share the sky. Come on, our Po Nan will never blink, because, we are the most noble demon in the world!" Si Po Nan kept holding the ghost knife's hand non-stop Trembling, he could no longer lift this slender ghost knife, because, even standing like this now, he had been given all his strength.

However, he stood up, letting the torrential rain wash, and standing still more and more stable.

"Si Po Nan?"

"Secret..."

"dead!"

"..."

Fang Zhengzhi said softly in his mouth that the sword that had been raised actually stopped in the air at this moment, and the sword in his eyes spun wildly.

I don't know if it is an illusion. When the sword spins wildly, the rich purple around the sword seems to be stirred by the rotating sword, and the purple from circle to circle emanates like a vortex.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"..."

The rippling murderousness that was originally covered around the body was also a little confused at this moment, becoming a sharp sword light for a while, and then it seemed to be completely gathered into the body.

"Boom!"

The thunder rolled, and the sound thundered.

And the innocent sword in Fang Zhengzhi's hand trembles at this time, a loud and clear sword chant sounds, and the strange purple light is madly flashing.

It seemed to be a struggle, a contradictory struggle...

"What's wrong with Fangzheng? Why don't you do it? This is a great opportunity, even if Si Ponan is blocking it in front, it won't help!"

"Isn't he afraid of the revenge of the family behind Si Ponan? Shouldn't it be possible? If he is afraid, he should be more afraid of the Yun family?"

"Did you want to be sympathetic to Yun Qingwu's men? Not right... If he really wanted Yun Qingwu to go, why did he go up to stop? He didn't go up, who would dare to force him to go up?"

"Isn't it right... Fang Zhengzhi looks a bit wrong!"

"Since he woke up, there seems to have been something wrong all the time?"

"It's not the same, you see...the breath on him fluctuated greatly, and it felt like he was out of control."

"Wouldn't it be too much power, can't control it?"

The geniuses looked at the strange purple light on the cliff of Fenggu Mountain, and the constantly fluctuating murderousness on Fang Zhengzhi's body, all puzzled.

People who are as puzzled as the geniuses are Qingqing Sui, Yuanyuan Guo and Nangong Hao, as well as Bai Xing and Wuji, but the former is obviously eager while doubting.

The latter is a surprise at the time of doubt.

That was the surprise of another village of Liu Anhuaming.

The Demon Race is indeed inherited and controlled by the three big families. Yun Qingwu is also not the strongest one among the three big family children, but it is the most prestigious child.

Moreover, there is no one.

Because, if the current Devil Emperor is a symbol of strength, Yun Qingwu is the think tank of the Demon Race, and it is also the think tank recognized by the three major families.

In fact, although Yun Qingwu's origin has a supreme glory, but it is not as eye-catching as imagined, part of the reason is Yun Qingwu's gender.

Another part of the reason is Yun Qingwu's talent for cultivation.

ordinary.

Fairly ordinary, there is no trace of color, and although it is not at the bottom, but in the genius rampant, especially in the three families of the Mozu, Yun Qingwu's childhood did not attract the attention of any family.

Even though, her father is the devil!

No demon will hope that a cloud-dancing dance with such ordinary talents will inherit the position of the supreme demon emperor one day.

Even her father had the same idea.

Different from the human world.

Within the Demon Race, there is not too much care about the blood of the heirs, so Yun Qingwu's father put more energy on other children of the Yun family.

The purpose is naturally to enable the Yun Family to continue its glory.

And Yun Qingwu herself has never been too concerned about this matter. Born in such a noble family, she can feel at ease as her first princess.

Until one day, she saw her father's gloomy face in the study, it was a kind of loss, an expression when the heart was extremely haggard.

As a generation of demons.

Father, these two words have always existed in the eyes of Yun Qingwu. Father, he is the demon emperor of the devil, he is the supreme demon emperor, he is the demon emperor who controls the party.

Then, he should be happy, dignified, and overlooking all beings.

But why?

father……

At this moment, so lonely?

Yun Qingwu couldn't understand it. Until the next day, she heard a message that a descendant of the Yu family, successfully at the age of twelve, reached the strength of Tianzhaojing.

After that day, she rarely had the chance to see her father again.

Because the children of the Jade family moved into her house, and she was sent to Beppu, a few tens of miles away from the Blood Shadow City.

That year, Yun Qingwu was five years old.

Five years later...

Yun Qingwu returned to the Blood Shadow City. All the children of the Yun family, the Si family, and the Yu family, including the genius who reached the strength of Tianzhaojing at the age of twelve, all stood neatly in the Blood Shadow City. At the gate of the city, waiting for Yun Qingwu's return respectfully.

From that moment, few words of Yun Qingwu dare to mention these three characters.

Because, all the demons call her...

Little Lord!

That year, Yun Qingwu was ten years old.

Time rushed, and five years passed by.

Just when all people only know that the Mozu has a young and mysterious young master, but don't know that there is a Mozu called Yun Qingwu.

A strange woman named Yun Qingwu appeared in the world of mankind, and became all the young talents of the Daxia Dynasty.

She never showed her face on any occasion.

However, her talent made all the geniuses look only at their backs.

A painting boat travels through the prefectures and prefectures of the Daxia dynasty, walking in the place where dragons and snakes are mixed with fireworks. If those places are muddy.

Yun Qingwu is a dust-free white lotus in the mud.

...

Si Ponan is a genius. He reached the peak of Huiguang Realm when he was less than 20 years old, even among the children of the three families of the Devil.

To put it bluntly, Si Ponan himself is one of the most powerful contenders of the next Devil Emperor, but when he stood in front of Yun Qingwu, he did not hesitate at all.

This is...

The demon master Yun Qingwu's status in the demon tribe.

One can mobilize the power of the Devil's Ten Domains at will, and let any genius children in the three big families die as a son. The prestige can almost be equal to the current Devil Emperor.

"Chance dance, chance!" Si Ponan didn't know what happened to Fang Zhengzheng, but he knew that Fang Zhengzheng seemed extremely unstable now.

This kind of instability can be seen by the geniuses under the cliff of Wind Valley.

Then, Si Ponan could not feel it, and he felt it more clearly and more genuinely than the talents.

If his hand can still move.

He will surely insert the ghost knife in his hand into the upright heart without hesitation, but he can't move, and the ghost knife in his hand can't be kept, which is already the maximum limit.

But this does not matter.

Because, although he can't move, but Yun Qingwu behind him can move.

Such a close distance.

With his own body in front, Si Ponan has full control. If Yun Qingwu is willing to shoot, this knife will definitely not be biased.

A heavy rain fell from the sky, and a column of rain like a curtain of water flowed from Si Ponan's cuff into his palm, and then from his palm to the ghost knife in his hand.

A faint cold light flashed on the tip of the knife like a snake letter.

Yun Qingwu is very close to Fang Zhengzheng. If it wasn’t for Si Ponan, she could even feel the sound of the breath of Fang Zhengzhi’s chest.

Many people think that Yun Qingwu must have some life-saving treasures, or what special demon clan will protect in secret.

But in fact...

None of this.

In the shuttle of the Daxia dynasty, she only took forty-nine green skirt maids. From the perspective of cultivation, the forty-nine green skirt maids were nothing more than heaven.

The only good thing is that the forty-nine green skirt maid will have a sword array, and Yun Qingwu's own sword array.

It was this sword array that blocked Nangong Hao back to the peak of the realm of light.

Yun Qingwu, who doesn't carry any protective treasures in the dangerous summer, www.wuxiaspot.com~ After coming to Nanyu, how is it possible to find protective treasures?

Therefore, when Fang Zheng rushed straight up the cliff of Fenggu and pointed at Yun Qingwu's throat while holding an innocent sword, the only thing she could do was stretch out her neck.

Waiting quietly for Fang Zhengzhi's murderous sword to fall.

This has to be said to be an incredible thing. A demon young master has no protective treasures on his body?

But at that time, Yun Qingwu did think so, and she was fully prepared. No one knew what Yun Qingwu was thinking.

Only she knew it.

At that moment, her heart was very calm...

"Why, do you want to stop?" Yun Qingwu looked at Fang Zhengzheng in front of her and seemed to be asking, but it was obvious that she didn't mean to wait for Fang Zhengzhen to answer.

Because, her hand has been slowly raised... (to be continued.)