The Devil King reverses all beings

Magic, Silent City.

Rumors are spreading all over the place, and it is said that Duan Lei, the Zuo Demon Envoy, rebelled, and His Majesty the Demon King's cultivation base has plummeted, and he does not know whether he is alive or dead——

Such similar news made the always noisy Silent City even more heated up, and it was far from stopping.

Let's put aside the truth and falsehood, after hundreds of years, it's easy for the devil to make a big news, and it's about the devil king, so almost every devil cultivator can hear gossip about this rebellion. Moxiu in gray was spitting and describing the scene at that time, as if he really witnessed it with his own eyes——

"Hey! His Majesty the Demon King has just left the customs, and his body should be full of spiritual power, but Lord Zuo Moshi glanced over and found that His Majesty has no spiritual power at all! Your lord immediately sensed something was wrong, and secretly tested it. , Guess what?" The gray-clothed demon's eyebrows danced brightly, and even the scar on his face became vivid, and he laughed and said, "Your Majesty the Demon King's cultivation level has actually fallen back to the Foundation Establishment!"

"Fart!" Someone sternly retorted: "Your Majesty the Demon King has survived the catastrophe for 300 years, how could it be possible—"

Before the retorter finished speaking, the gray-clothed demon cultivator took up the conversation unceremoniously: "Why is this impossible? It's nothing more than going crazy or something. You also said that he has survived the tribulation for 300 years. But it’s too late to go further, some accidents are possible, just happened to be caught by the Zuo Moshi, haha, now I don’t know where I’m squatting in a corner, like a bereaved dog!"

Some people are not optimistic about Duan Lei, "Don't you all forget? How did the Demon King treat the traitors in Tianze City three years ago?"

……

The atmosphere at the scene froze for a moment, and the gray-clothed demon cultivator, who was talking too much, also stopped, and looked around anxiously.

The man sneered: "Three years ago, a hundred thousand demon cultivators were buried in Tianze City, and it became a dead place overnight, and there is no one inhabited until now. Although His Majesty has lost his cultivation, it should not be impossible to recover, right?" ? The Left Demon Envoy is so arrogant now, if the followers are not careful, the Demon King will make a comeback in the future..."

Hmph, that would turn them into dead people.

A young demon cultivator didn't understand, and asked: "This demon king's cultivation level has dropped to the foundation stage, but the left demon envoy Duan Lei is in the Mahayana stage. Why is there so much criticism about Duan Lei?"

Isn't the way of magic respected by strength?

Someone shook his head and sighed that he was young, and asked back: "Our Majesty has been the devil king for 500 years, how old do you think he is now?"

"Seven hundred? Eight hundred? One thousand?"

The young man shook his head once when he said he was an age, and the gray-clothed demon cultivator who had belittled the demon king at the beginning finally came back to his senses at this moment, and interrupted in a panic: "Our majesty the demon king is young, just five hundred and nineteen years old this year. you!"

The young man suddenly became terrified: "This...how is this possible? Then he became the devil king at the age of 19?"

"Exactly!" The gray-clothed demon cultivator's small eyes turned around nimbly: "Our Majesty the Demon King ascended the throne at the age of 19. At that time, his cultivation was only Nascent Soul!"

"This is really unbelievable..."

"Otherwise, what do you think those demon soldiers and generals outside are doing? Although Duan Lei seized power, as long as His Majesty survives for a day, he may have trouble sleeping and eating!" The scar on the gray-clothed demon's face squirmed again, flattering Said: "His Majesty the Demon King became king at the age of 19, and the Nascent Soul Realm was able to vomit blood from the former Demon King in the Mahayana period at that time. Although his cultivation base has fallen now, it should not be underestimated!"

At the beginning, he was dismissive of the Demon King, but now he respects it so much. The speed of his defection is astonishing. However, in the Demonic Dao, such Demonic Cultivators are not rare. If you catch a lot of them, they are all despicable and shameless.

Maybe he finally remembered how powerful His Majesty the Demon King is, and the restaurant finally stopped talking about this mutiny. The gray-clothed demon cultivator was ignored and no one talked to him, so he could only caress the scar on his face and drink alone. .

The flagon was emptied three times, the gray-clothed demon Xiu Yue still wanted to drink, but he was afraid that he was short of cash, and was about to leave when a jug of good wine suddenly appeared at the table where he was sitting, and his hands were stuck on the flagon.

The gray-clothed demon was taken aback for a moment, and when he looked up, he saw the young demon who was asking the question just now.

He is only about eighteen or nineteen years old, and the black clothes he is wearing are well-tailored, and he is probably a magic weapon.

Guess who's young master.

Greed quickly flashed across Gray Clothes Moxiu's eyes, then quickly disappeared, and he asked with a smile, "Young man, do you want to buy me a drink?"

"Exactly!" The young man nodded, showing a little smile, sat down and said, "I just left home for training, so I don't know many things, and this is the first time I've heard about the devil king." Yi Moxiu poured a glass of wine, "It's quite interesting."

Gray Clothes Moxiu took the wine and drank it down, rolled his eyes and asked, "Isn't the young man from Modu?"

The young man asked back, "Senior, do you live in Shanghai?"

The gray-clothed demon cultivator chatted and drank, and said sourly: "I'm a casual cultivator, how can I live in a demon city where every inch of land is expensive?" He scratched his hair and said, "What do you want to hear about His Majesty the Demon King?"

The young man said: "I just heard from you that His Majesty the Demon King defeated the previous Demon King with his Nascent Soul cultivation base? Maybe it's my short-sightedness, and I have never heard of such a thing!"

"What's the matter?" Gray Clothed Demon Cultivator took another sip of his wine, and said casually, "Don't you also have a free sect in the orthodox way? Isn't there just teaching people to leapfrog to fight?"

……

what?

The young man almost suspected that he had heard it wrong. He was stunned and subconsciously grasped the long sword by his side. The gray-clothed demon seemed to be unaware and reminded him with a smile: "Young man, I didn't say that. You, you decent sons of heaven, you can just find a magic city to experience and experience, why did you come to the magic city? There are so many mature magicians here, and you can see clearly at a glance Disguising is dangerous!"

As he spoke, he shook his head, took another sip of wine, and the scar on his face trembled.

The young man was silent for a long while, the gray-clothed demon repaired turned his head, and glanced at the young man's body from the corner of his eye, only then did he see the sword beside him. Baba said: "You... don't be impulsive... Impulse is the devil! This is the city of magic!"

He put on such a wretched demeanor, which made the young man even more unwilling. He didn't know where his elaborate disguise had gone wrong. The corner of his mouth twitched and asked, "How did you see that?"

"This is my job to save my life, can I tell you?" Gray Clothed Demon Cultivator refused to talk, and said with a laugh: "Don't be impulsive, what good will it do if you kill me? On the contrary, if you expose the disciples of the righteous way Nine out of ten of my identity, I won’t be able to survive!”

The young man probably also had such calculations, and didn't act immediately. Seeing this, the gray-clothed demon cultivator went further: "Is there anything we can't say properly? We demon cultivators have no benefits, and you have exposed what good you are to me. ——It’s just that you invite me to drink a jug of wine, and I’ll tell you the news you want to know, just take what you need!”

What he said was frank and frank, the young man couldn't help but believe it, and took his right hand away from the long sword.

Seeing this, the gray-clothed demon cultivator let out a long breath.

The young man said: "Tell me more about the Demon King."

The devil king has been in power for hundreds of years, and his temperament is unpredictable, and the devil cultivators below dare not speak rashly, but at this moment...

Thinking of this, the gray-clothed demon Xiu felt his throat itch a little. He glanced at the flagon in the young man's hand, coughed, and then whispered: "The battle between the devil king and the former devil king is actually nothing to talk about. Your majesty, even though he was cultivated back then, Only Yuanying, but he is proficient in many small ways, such as alchemy and formations, and has a powerful monster, just then he knocked down the former demon king."

The young man didn't quite believe it: "Although the former demon king Chi Yajun's cultivation base was only Mahayana, his puppet art was at its peak. His Majesty Changyu was only nineteen years old. Even with the blessing of these skills, how could he be so powerful? Could it be that there is something? Hiding blood or identity?"

"I don't know." The gray-clothed demon cultivator spread his hands: "Your Majesty Changyu became king when he was young, and then his cultivation base was promoted step by step. He reached the crossing robbery 300 years ago. Hu Shengfeng, in our magic way, is a figure who can stop children from crying at night. He has been famous for 500 years, but let's talk about the origin..."

Gray Clothes Demon Cultivator sighed: "No one knows."

The young man was thoughtful, and the gray-clothed demon cultivator continued: "Our magic way was originally unified, and the 36 cities in the four prefectures all worshiped under the red clothes of His Majesty Changyu, but this time it's all right, your majesty has disappeared, Duan Lei If you want to kill the king and ascend the throne, you don't know what kind of bloody storm will be caused."

This is true.

The young man thought to himself, now the world is divided into four parts—righteous way, demon way, demon cultivator way, and ghost cultivator way, which divide the entire continent into four major sections.

Among them, the orthodox way is divided into four major sects of cultivating immortals. Although there are a large number of talents in each sect, none of them can obey the other.

Now that the demon king is missing, Duan Lei is only a third-level Mahayana. Whether he can survive under the hands of the four major demon kings is still a question.

Civil turmoil in the Demonic Dao is already a certainty.

The young man's eyes flickered, the gray-clothed demon cast a secret glance at him, and poured another glass of wine to drink.

He went on to tell a lot of deeds about the devil in a furtive manner, among which the truth was mixed with falsehood, and there was truth in the false. He also lost interest, ordered another pot of wine for him, and then turned and walked out of the restaurant.

After the sun went down outside, the gray-clothed demon cultivator was also half full. He hiccupped and walked out of the restaurant as well.

He didn't have a fixed residence in Silent City, and he couldn't afford to live in an expensive inn, so he randomly found an alley and rested against the wall, his whole body full of flaws and defenseless, with his arms folded over his chest, and a handful of tattered pieces in his arms. big knife.

Outside the alley there were demon soldiers patrolling under martial law, and the iron armor collided with each other, making a pleasant sound. The gray-clothed demon cultivator listened to it for a long time with boredom before falling asleep in a daze.

midnight.

A cat quietly approached the alley, lightly jumped to Gray Clothes Moxiu's side, and meowed softly.

Gray Clothes Moxiu opened his eyes, only to realize that at some point in time, there was a black cat standing in front of him, accompanied by a man in dark blue clothes.

The man almost blended into the night with his cat, only a pair of eyes showed a slight blue color, rubbing a flute in his slender fingers, seeing Gray Clothes Moxiu open his eyes, his heart was filled with anger, he asked with a sneer: " Your Majesty, is it fun to play Nima for so long?"

Fake Gray Clothes Demon Cultivator, His Majesty the Real Demon King, Ayu: "..."

The agreed high-cold character set fell!