I was tricked by the yandere villain Master all the way to my ascension

Demon tribe’s northern camp.

"Bang bang bang..."

Bursts of violent smashing sounds came from inside the tent.

The demon soldiers and servants inside and outside were so frightened that they all knelt on the ground with their heads lowered, not daring to say a word.

Demon Lord Yun Zhiying, who had returned from the outside, stood outside the tent, couldn't help but frown, and asked in a low voice: "What happened?"

"Back to the king, there is a beauty in Lord Demon Lord's room. Miss Huan, she..."

Before the attendant could finish his words, he heard the man's deep voice, "I know, please step back."

For a moment, everyone disappeared in the blink of an eye as if running for their lives.

Yun Zhiying stepped into the tent, waved the sleeves of his dark robe gently, and cast a soundproofing spell, "Huan'er, why are you angry for a man whose face you have never seen?"

"What would you do if he was extremely ugly?"

"Remember, you are my Yun Zhiying's daughter, the most outstanding woman in the demon world. It is his loss to look down on you."

"Instead of thinking about how to become the Demon Queen, it's better to ascend to that position and be the most noble Demon Queen!"

Yun Jianhuan, who was furious, was immediately startled when he heard this, "Father, you want to usurp the throne?"

"This is absolutely impossible!"

"Have you forgotten the scene when the Demon Lord killed the entire Ye Wuxin clan?"

"At that time, he could kill Uncle Ye by himself. Now a hundred years have passed, and we have never seen him take action."

Ignoring the anger in her heart, she hurried over and grabbed Yun Zhiying's hand tightly, "Father Jun must think clearly."

“Once you start this journey, there is no turning back.”

"If you succeed, you will become famous all over the world, if you fail, you will be shattered into pieces. By then, thousands of people in my Yun family will die without a burial place."

Seeing her frightened look, Yun Zhiying shook his head helplessly.

"Don't be afraid. That person who didn't even dare to tell me his name has occupied the magpie's nest for hundreds of years. It's time to give up the magic chair."

After saying that, he turned to look outside the curtain and smiled, "Your Majesty, I haven't seen you for many years. Why don't you come in and catch up on old times?"

"Your Highness?"

Yun Jianhuan followed his gaze.

I saw a man in red and black robe walking slowly in.

He slowly took off half of the silver mask on his face, revealing an evil, charming and handsome face.

"Xiao Huan'er, long time no see."

"Boom!"

A thunderous sound suddenly exploded.

The fierce wind blows open the door tent that outlines the pattern of the beast stepping on the clouds.

The flame of the candlestick flickered on and off.

The tall figure of the visitor looked like a simple and steady sword in the flash of electric light.

It's a little less arrogant and domineering in the memory, and a little more restrained after settling.

Yun Jianhuan was stunned and looked at each other speechlessly.

"Crack!"

There was another flash of lightning and thunder.

A shocking thunderbolt pierced the sky, shaking the surrounding areas in turmoil.

Dark clouds and mist covered the sky and the sun.

Centered on Banyin City.

People in the four realms opened doors and windows, ran out of courtyards, or stopped in the mountains and forests, all looking at the dark sky at the same time.

"Pure Purple Heavenly Tribulation."

"This is……"

"People in the world of cultivation break through the lightning tribulation of the clone stage in the divine transformation stage!"

"Oh my god! Who can survive the tribulation?"

After hearing this news, everyone in Banyin was shocked.

Outside the West City.

Jun Heng led the heads of the sects and the monks from the aristocratic families out of the tent.

He turned his eyes and glanced at everyone, and found that among the five statues, there were the Sword Master, the Medicine Master, the Formation Master, and the Talisman Master.

Only the sword master Yuan Zhen is missing!

There are not many strong people in the God Transformation stage, but he is the only one who is stuck at the peak bottleneck.

Thinking of this, Jun Heng, as serious as he was, couldn't help but smile at the head of the Yuan family: "When I see this kid from Yuan Zhen again, I'm afraid he will reach a new level again."

"It has been transformed into a god in less than a hundred years, and now it is about to enter the avatar stage. The future is limitless."

The head of the Yuan family also had a happy look on his face, and the fear of the past few months had finally faded away, and he gave a polite clasped fist in front of him.

"The head of the king is so complimentary that the child is just like a middle-aged man. He is not even half as handsome as the venerable one when he was young."

His words made all the monks burst into laughter.

Compared to the relaxation in the cultivation world, everyone in the demon world frowned and remained silent.

Cave stone interior.

Shen Yujin sat beside the rosewood table and closed his eyes to relax.

On the opposite side, Lin Wuxiang was flipping bottles and jars, making a human skin mask, and jokingly said: "As expected, that old Yun Zhiying can't sit still."

"Any news on Ye Wuxin?"

"Yes, we are at the Yun family camp. Your Majesty, do you want to go and arrest someone?"

"There is no need to startle the snake."

"Oh."

He nodded.

The conversation changed again, "There is a catastrophe outside, why don't you go out and watch the excitement?"

"I heard that in the world of cultivation, some people are about to advance to the clone stage. Everyone thinks that our demon clan is going to be doomed now."

"It's all because Lord Demon Lord is too low-key. No one knows until now that Lord Demon Lord reached the stage of Demonic Trace nine years ago. Now he can transform into five demonic shadows. It's hard to tell the truth from falsehood."

Shen Yujin's lips twitched with a smile, "What if you know, but what if you don't know?"

"Whether everyone respects you or everyone is afraid of you, Hanji knows that I have never cared about this."

Hanji was Lin Wuxiang's former name.

Since several children from the demon clan who were older than him pushed him off the cliff and were rescued by Shen Yujin, he changed his name to Wu Xiang.

To this day, he still remembers that day under the firelight at the bottom of the cliff, the man's face showed neither sadness nor joy, and there was no trace of life in his face.

He was wearing thin clothes and was quietly cooking porridge, with steam evaporating and heavy snow falling. The woman beside him had been dead for a long time, but she was tightly wrapped in fox fur for fear that she would be cold.

After a long while, he asked, "Child, what's your name?"

"Hanji, Lin Hanji."

"Why is it called this name?"

"lowly."

Cold thorn is the most humble thorn grass in the demon world. It grows in the darkness of the cold land and cannot see the light.

The man suddenly smiled, "What's wrong with being humble?"

He raised his hand and handed over a broken bowl, filled with hot white porridge, "Eat it."

"Live well, otherwise how can you live up to such a tenacious name?" Such a sentence left a deep impression on Lin Wuxiang.

He lowered his eyes to cover the warmth that passed through his eyes, and changed the subject: "Who do you think the person who will overcome the tribulation will be, Your Majesty?"

Shen Yu Jinling's lips moved and she faintly uttered two words, "Yuan Zhen."

"How do you know, Your Majesty?"

Lin Wuxiang was a little surprised.

But I heard his clear and mellow voice speak again, "Just now when you were not here, Master Jun used the Bagua Breast Mirror to convey to me the good news that Yuan Zhen will be promoted to the clone stage."

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"Wouldn't it be extremely difficult for your Majesty to find immortal bones?"

"What are you afraid of?"

Shen Yujin leaned on a few desks and took a nap with his hand, "There are as many monks as fish in the river, and there is only one dragon gate."

"If you don't fight, you will be lost to the crowd. Since you have to fight, there will be countless ups and downs. If you are determined and unswerving, why be afraid?"

Lin Wuxiang put down the half-made human skin mask in his hand and stopped talking.

Shen Yujin raised his eyes and looked at him, "If you have anything to say, just say it."

"Your Majesty, I want to go through a tribulation. This mask..."

"I'll take care of the rest."

After listening to his words, Lin Wuxiang pushed the object in his hand, then stood up and asked curiously: "This mask is exactly the same as yours, what is it used for?"

"You will know when you come back from the catastrophe." Shen Yujin seemed specious, moving his fingers slightly, the stone door suddenly opened wide, and his voice was neither salty nor bland, "Go back quickly."