Under the strange gazes of many starry sky geniuses, Xue Lingzi turned and left with resentment.
On the steps of the palace, the Demon Prince did not look back, but he seemed to be able to feel the changes in Xue Lingzi's mood. He shook his head coldly and said: "This Xue Lingzi still has some talent, and he can do Wuji. If you beat him in public this time, I guess When you turn back, Xue Lingzi will break through Emperor Wu and wait for an opportunity to settle the score with you."
Qian Wuji said coldly: "He won't have this chance. Our Wuji Sect has officially decided to unify the ancient road of the starry sky. Even if Xue Lingzi breaks through Emperor Wu at this time, either he will swear to become a dog by my side, or, He, a peerless genius, can only perish."
The Demon Prince looked indifferent and had no interest in the matter of the starry sky. He walked into the palace first and his eyes instantly looked at the back of a beautiful figure wearing a palace dress.
"Emperor Ji, are you satisfied with the layout here?" The Demon Prince looked at the carved beams and painted pillars of the palace. This is the best palace in the Wuji Sect. It was originally prepared for the Demon Prince. At this time, he was willing to He gave this palace to Zhao Yu.
Seeing the appearance of the Demon Prince, Zhao Yu's ice-like eyes seemed to be burning with raging flames at this moment, and his waterfall-like black hair was burning like a flame. However, Zhao Yu did not take action, not her. She didn't want to take action, but her cultivation and soul had all been imprisoned by the Demon Prince.
At this time, Zhao Yu was just the most ordinary woman, but even in an ordinary state, her aura was as cold as an iceberg, and as full of danger as a flame.
"Prince Mo, I told you that you are not allowed to call me Di Ji. I am not some kind of Di Ji. I am a warrior from the Tianwu Continent and a saint from the Tiandao Holy Academy. There is absolutely no way that I am the reincarnation of the Di Ji you are talking about! "Zhao Yu's eyes were a little cold.
Even if it was just an ordinary look, the palace was filled with air-conditioning. It was the first time for Qian Wuji to see such a beautiful and strange woman. He was originally looking at Zhao Yu's beautiful appearance, but when he felt Zhao Yu's Behind Yu's sacred and awe-inspiring aura, as the young master of Wuji Sect, he was used to seeing beauties of all kinds, but he also felt a huge pressure.
This kind of oppression has nothing to do with cultivation, it is simply the innate imperial posture. Feeling the momentum exuded by Zhao Yu, the cold face of the Demon Prince couldn't help but exude a soft smile, "You are the Emperor Ji! Now You can deny it, but soon you will admit it, Di Ji, please, the Sword God’s birthday has begun, and we, as guests, must not lose our etiquette.”
"I'm not going." Zhao Yu's expression showed indifference.
"Huh, Di Ji, please forgive me for being rude." After being rejected many times, the Demon Prince inevitably felt a trace of anger in his heart, and then this anger actually formed countless threads of demonic energy, instantly entangling Zhao Yu. stand up.
Zhao Yu, who had her cultivation and soul sealed, could not struggle at all. She could only look angrily at these black threads, controlling her body like a puppet on strings. She walked out of the palace and came to a huge building in Wuji City. The square is large enough to accommodate millions of people without being too crowded. In the middle of the square is a tall statue of a man.
This statue is the former demigod of the Wuji Sect. Even though this demigod has fallen for tens of thousands of years, the Wuji Sect will celebrate grandly every time the sword god celebrates his centenary birthday.
At this time, all the sects in the bottom lane of the Starry Sky, and even many Starry Sky geniuses in the middle and top lanes, also came to participate in this grand event.
But when the Demon Prince controlled Zhao Yu and Gan Wuji appeared together, tens of thousands of representatives of various sects and hundreds of thousands of geniuses from all over the starry sky looked at the man in the square with shock and awe. The Demon Prince and Zhao Yu who walk in the sky.
What shocked them was that Qian Wuji, the young master of the Wuji Sect, actually walked at the end, following the Demon Prince like a follower.
The Demon Prince seemed to be deliberately one step behind in order to highlight Zhao Yu's status.
This made many Starry Sky Sect leaders very confused.
But Qian Sanyuan and other senior officials of the Wuji Sect seemed to have known all this for a long time. They quickly came over, knelt down on one knee to the Demon Prince, and also to Zhao Yu, saying: "See the Demon Prince, see the Emperor Ji!"
"Everyone, get up. My mother and concubine are from the Wuji Sect. You are all my relatives, not ministers."
The tone of the Demon Prince was gentle, which made Qian Sanyuan and others very satisfied. They made this gesture to tell the Starry Sky Sect present that the Wuji Sect had received the support of the Demon Continent, and this was also the starry sky where the Wuji Sect dominated. The official start of the ancient road.
"I am not the Emperor Ji, you are kneeling to the wrong person." Zhao Yu's tone was full of reluctance and helplessness. Her body was completely controlled by the demon prince's demonic threads. Apart from speaking, she could not even shake her head in denial.
However, her words still made many Starry Sky Sect leaders look at her with doubts and astonishment. These looks made Prince Mo's face look very ugly, but he didn't say anything and just gave Qian Sanyuan an indifferent look.
Gan Sanyuan, who had been prepared for a long time, nodded solemnly, waved his hand again, and said in a deep voice: "Come here, bring those people up!"
"Yes, Sect Master!"
Several elders of the Wuji Sect retreated. Soon, one of them grabbed a land warrior with a disturbed aura, dropped it to the ground, lined them up, and forced them to kneel on the ground.
These are all heaven-level disciples of Tiandao Holy Academy. Like Zhao Yu, they entered the starry sky to practice. At this time, they were all caught here and knelt on the ground in even more humiliation. There was a wooden sign stuck on their heads. , as if a prisoner was about to be beheaded.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Yu's heart was filled with waves, and even Gu Jing Wubo's heart was slightly disturbed. Her eyes were even colder, but her breath was like a fire, burning angrily, "Demon Prince , what exactly are you going to do?”
"It's very simple. I want you to no longer resist the identity of Emperor Ji. I want you to accept the ownership of this artifact ring!" The Demon Prince took out a simple ring and approached Zhao Yu. The ring suddenly bloomed with dazzling light. The black light seemed to be attracted, and he couldn't wait to recognize Zhao Yu as his master.
But Zhao Yu's consciousness immediately felt a sense of resistance, and actually bounced the ring that flew towards her back. At this time, Zhao Yu's eyes were burning like flames, "This is Di Ji's token. If it’s not my token, I will never accept it.”
The Demon Prince nodded with a smile. His smile suddenly turned cold after Zhao Yu refused again, "Very good. If you don't admit it, it doesn't matter. Then let them remonstrate with death and beg Di Ji to change your mind and kill you!" "
puff!
The elder of the Wuji Sect raised his sword and cut off the heads of more than a dozen heaven-level disciples in an instant. Before Zhao Yu could recover, the Demon Prince raised his hand again.
Soon, another group of disciples from the Tiandao Holy Academy were brought up. However, these were all female disciples.
When they saw the dead brothers and many female disciples on the ground, they were so frightened that they couldn't help but tremble, but they couldn't resist at all. A dozen heaven-level quasi-emperors tightly controlled them and forced them to line up in a row.
Open and stand in front of Zhao Yu. (To be continued)