(    ) Primitive Demon Realm, Western battlefield, after a war, there were devastated and corpses everywhere.

The power of the emperor is shocking and shocking. Just incarnation, it is already so powerful that it makes people desperate.

In the void, the demon god stood in the air, and his magic breath gradually converged.

The god of war attacked the immortals and broke the eternal taboo. The emperor was defeated and his figure dissipated.

Asura turned around and looked at the ten holy palace masters in front of the Western Holy Land Army, calm and speechless.

Among the Holy Land Palace Masters, Luo Jia also looked at the demon war god in the void, and his expression subsided.

Asura, after all, came out.

The two looked at each other, and after a moment, Asura withdrew his gaze, his figure fell from the sky, and walked to the front of the Demon Camp.

"Asura, welcome back."

Xuan Mo looked at the demon war god in front of him and said calmly.

Asura stopped, looked at the Demon Imperial Guard behind Xuan Mo, who had half of the casualties, and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

"It should."

Xuan Mo replied, "Since you have come out, I will go back to the city to report my life."

Asura nodded and said, "There will be a date later."

"There will be a period later."

Xuan Mo responded, looked back at the four deputy commanders behind him, and spoke, "You stay and help Asura resist the invasion of the Holy Land, don't be careless."

"yes!"

Behind Xuan Mo, the four deputy commanders saluted respectfully.

"Your Highness Thirteenth, are you here with me?"

Xuan Mo's eyes moved, looked at the Thirteenth Prince not far away, and said calmly.

"Um."

Ning Chen responded lightly, fell down, and walked to the former.

In the morning light, the two set off and walked towards the Demon Imperial City together.

Behind, Asura looked at the two of them leaving, his eyes narrowed slightly.

The Thirteenth Prince and Jiuyou disciple have too many secrets that make it difficult to see clearly.

It was really extraordinary that Emperor Scale took action this time just to kill this son.

South China, under the bottomless purple scale abyss, a terrifying demonic aura rose. The angry scale king, the terrifying pressure swept across the entire 6, shaking the stars in the sky.

The emperor was angry, and the heaven and earth changed. Above the Great Six in the South, meteors cut through the void and burned a blazing flame.

At the same time, in the primitive demon realm, deep in the ancestral land of the Heavenly Demons, two great demons stood in the air, their eyes fixed on the 6th of the South that was shaking.

In this battle, the scale clan lost almost all its elite strength, and it was not surprising that the scale emperor was so angry.

Lao Shisan, this time he really gave everyone a "surprise".

"How to deal with this matter?" said the Eight Demon Emperor.

"I'll take a trip myself."

The Seven Stars Demon Emperor responded, and his figure disappeared and left the Demon Ancestral Land.

In the Three Imperial City, when the sunset is about to set, two figures come from afar and return to the Imperial City.

The two entered the city and did not return to the mansion, so they rushed towards the Three Emperors Palace.

In front of the majestic imperial palace, two figures appeared and saluted together.

"I've seen the Demon King."

As the words fell, in front of the imperial palace, the demonic energy surged. The Eight Demon Emperor appeared and looked at the two people under the stone steps and said lightly, "Flat."

"Thank you, Demon King."

The two of them stood up, and to the left, Xuan Mo looked up at the Eight Demon Emperors in front of the Imperial Palace and said, "Report to the Demon Emperor, Asura has escaped from the trap. My mission has been completed. Come back and report."

"Thank you for your hard work, the imperial city still needs you to take charge. I can only give you a day to rest. After one day, the commander will resume his original position and continue to guard the safety of the Heavenly Demon Imperial City." The Eight Demon Emperor said seriously.

"I, obey the order!" Xuan Mo said respectfully.

"The commander-in-chief, please retreat first." The Eight Demon Emperor said calmly.

"Goodbye."

Xuan Mo bowed and turned around and left.

Xuan Mo left, and under the stone steps, there was only Ning Chen left, and the atmosphere became quiet for a moment.

In front of the imperial palace, the Eight Demon Emperor stared at the young man below, with an extremely complex expression.

Among the royal princes, such a stunning person would be a blessing for the royal family. However, the young man in front of him was born in the human race. Although he had the bloodline of the demon clan, he could not hide the embarrassment of his identity.

The human race is the humblest race in the primitive demon realm. Many large races even feed on the human race. Let those with human blood inherit the throne of the heavenly demon royal family, which will undoubtedly cause turmoil in the entire royal family.

If he and Qiyao choose to suppress the young people in front of him and support other princes, among the royal family, there is only the third prince Xuanqing and the ninth prince Xuanque, who has a slightly flawed bloodline in the royal family.

Xuanqing is a cold-hearted person by nature. Once he gets the throne, it is almost impossible for the other princes to survive.

As for Xuanque? It has not yet grown up and is still in its growth stage. It is still difficult to compete with Xuanqing head-on.

It is hard to imagine that the demon royal family, which emerged from geniuses, would one day fall to the point where no one could use it.

The two of them had their own thoughts, and neither spoke. The atmosphere present was extremely quiet and the needle could be heard.

After a long time, in front of the Three Emperors' Palace, the Eight Demon Emperor recovered his mind and looked at the young man below, and said in a plain tone, "Good job."

"Thank you for the praise of the Demon Emperor, this is what I should do." Ning Chen's mouth bent slightly and he responded calmly.

"Prince Xuanxiao had a good relationship with your master during his lifetime. Please inform your master personally about this." The Eight Demon Emperor continued.

"Yes." Ning Chen replied.

"You have worked hard for many days, so you can go back and rest first."

The Eight Demon Emperor waved his hand, without mentioning the rewards of merits.

The crown prince of the royal family is the most powerful minister, and there is no reward to be awarded. If you reward him again, he will be the throne of the imperial power.

"I'm leaving."

Ning Chen bowed and immediately turned around and retreated.

Ning Chen came to the Three Imperial City, Jiuyou Prince's Mansion, and the guards in front of the mansion did not stop him and bent down to salute.

"I've met His Highness Thirteenth."

“No need to be polite.”

Ning Chen responded and stepped into the mansion.

Wang Dian, Ning Chen entered and said respectfully, "Disciple, pay homage to Master."

As soon as the gift fell, the demonic energy surged in the king's palace. A demonic man surrounded by demon breath walked out of nowhere. Even though the emperor's power was restrained, it was still so powerful that it was hard not to look directly at it.

"Every time I come back with a wound, let the teacher tell you what you are good about."

Xuan Jiuyou looked at the disciple in front of him and sighed softly.

"It is inevitable that people are injured if they are not as skilled as others."

Ning Chen smiled and said, "Master, thank you for your help last night."

When Xuan Jiuyou heard this, he was stunned at first, and then laughed silently and said, "Are you blaming Master for not helping you to the end?"

"Disciple doesn't dare."

Ning Chen smiled and said, "Master must have his own considerations. However, can you say hello to the disciple next time you do this? Last night, the disciple was about to stop watching the fun, but the master suddenly stopped. Fortunately, the disciple reacted quickly and ran away first, otherwise the master could burn incense to his disciples now."

"You guy, you're just joking about your teacher."

Xuan Jiuyou scolded helplessly, and didn't care. He continued, "With your strength, you shouldn't be able to fight back. Why keep hiding your weakness and making yourself so embarrassed?"

"The wood is so beautiful that the forest wind will destroy it. The disciples are now in the position of crown prince. This has already made many people jealous and wished they could get rid of it quickly. Fortunately, thanks to the protection of the master, we have been able to leave until today. If the disciples are more embarrassed, it is worth it to let those people relax their vigilance a little." Ning Chen said seriously.

Xuan Jiuyou had heard it and his expression became solemn. He knew who his disciples were talking about. In this primitive demon realm, there were very few people who truly recognized Ning Chen. His bloodline and identity were always insurmountable in front of the latter.

There has never been a real title of a king of a different surname in the Demon Royal Family, let alone a prince of a human origin.

"You really want to take this position of Grand Duchy?"

Xuan Jiuyou asked with a serious expression.

Ning Chen was silent for a moment, and then said, "Master, I don't want to deceive you, but it should belong to me. I will definitely fight for it. Master does not need to interfere in the battle against imperial power, I am enough to deal with it."

Xuan Jiuyou looked at the disciple in front of him quietly, and for a long time, nodded slightly and said, "Since that's the case, I won't interfere. This is the era of your young people, but Master hopes that this is your era."

Ning Chen nodded, and the sharpness in his eyes was no longer hidden for the first time. The tone of the conversation was revealed, "Master, don't worry, give me time, it's not too long, the name of the disciple will definitely shock the entire primitive demon realm."

"Oh!"
To be continued...