Tian Yixiao had been holding back his laughter just now, but now he stopped laughing completely.
"Listen to what the Demon King said, the Twelve Gods of Death will never come back."
"Let me check immediately and contact the Twelve Gods of Killing."
After hanging up the phone, Mrs. Qiangwei asked in surprise: "Palace Master, what's wrong?"
When she learned that the Demon King was not dead and appeared in Jiangzhou, her expression changed drastically.
Not long after, news came from the Tian family that the Twelve Gods of Death could not be contacted since last night, and news came from the Yuankong Island Tongzhou Association to transport the yacht of the Twelve Gods of Death, confirming that something had happened and that the people on the yacht
, all lost contact.
Ten minutes later, confirmed news came: someone on Yuankong Island discovered the bodies of four killing gods.
It was washed up on the shore of Yuankong Island by the waves.
The ace killer god that Tianjia worked so hard to cultivate actually died.
How is this possible?
If the Twelve Killing Gods, Twelve Divine Generals, and Twelve Martial Saints act together, who can kill them?
And according to the news from Yuankong Island, the corpse looked like it had been bitten to death by some kind of animal.
This is even more incredible.
The Demon King is not dead, but the Twelve Killing Gods are dead. What about the female marshal? Is she dead?
Tian Yixiao felt that something had gone awry.
Mrs. Qiangwei comforted: "Palace Master, don't worry, everything is ready now, all we need is the east wind. Even if the twelve killing gods are dead, even if the Demon King and the female marshal are still alive by luck, they will definitely not live to be nine thousand years old! No matter what,
, we have borrowed this general trend, the general trend has been established, these people are our people, nothing else matters! When the palace master ascends to the throne, are you afraid that there will be no masters at the level of martial saints to serve? Even the devil king and the female marshal
, I’m afraid I’ll have to bow my head when the time comes and be used by the palace master.”
Tian Yixiao thought it was right and calmed down.
In fact, it's already a done deal.
Two hours passed.
However, the sound of mourning was still not heard from Banshan Residence.
Another two hours passed, and the nine-thousand-year-old man had not yet died.
Everyone was waiting impatiently.
There is no resting place around this mountain residence, not even a stool. After standing for several hours, my calves will cramp. Besides, the people who come here are all well-known people, and they are basically not young.
The younger ones are not qualified to come. Later, they will simply suffer.
Someone asked the doctor who came out: How about being nine thousand years old? When will you die?
The doctors all said: It’s coming soon, it’s coming soon!
What should I do? I can only wait!
As a result, it lasted until 12 o'clock in the middle of the night. The doctor even said that it would be over soon, but he still wouldn't die!
Located in the middle of the mountain.
Wei Zhongcheng was lying on the bed.
Standing next to her was the young woman's aunt Mu Xunshuang.
"Mr. Wei, how do you feel now?"
"Very good! It's just that I've been craving for cigarettes since I lay down for a long time."
Mu Xunshuang smiled and said: "I'll close the door. You stand up and walk around, have a cigarette and then continue to lie down."
Wei Zhongcheng said: "It's done!"
When An Xiaoyue closed the doors and windows, Wei Zhongcheng jumped up.
His eyes are blazing with light, and his energy and vitality are excellent. How can he look like a dying person?