Chapter 2239 (1/2)

Beiming mountain.

The most central hinterland is a black brown wasteland.

At the end of the wasteland, there is a huge peak with a height of 3000 Zhang, which is known as the holy mountain of Beiming mountain.

Half way down the mountain, it was as dark as ink, cold and dead.

And above the hillside, the rocks and soil are dark red, very strange.

The dark clouds and evil spirits that cover the sky and the sun cover the whole holy mountain, making it looming in the clouds.

On the top of the sacred mountain, there is a magnificent, mysterious and solemn black palace.

That is the famous Beiming palace.

At that time, Luoshui broke into this place separately, and fought fiercely with the original demon God to avenge Luoli.

In that war, the northern Ming Palace was destroyed and reduced to ruins.

Now, the northern Ming Palace was rebuilt by demon craftsmen.

At this time, in the depths of Beiming palace.

In a wide, dark hall.

Around the wall is inlaid with blood crystal stone, bright red blood light.

In the middle of the hall, there is a 100 meter high black altar, surrounded by gems and skeletons.

A huge dark red figure stood respectfully under the altar, standing quietly.

This is a strong demon, more than ten feet tall, wearing a red robe.

The robe was embroidered with white bones and demons, and a pair of ghost claws was embroidered on the chest and collar.

He had no hair all over his body, his head was bare, only a few black scales with cold light.

The hands exposed outside are also black and cold claws.

The ferocious face is also covered with a layer of black dragon scales.

Big eyes, is a pair of dark blue pupil, flashing blue fire.

There is no doubt that this man is the first strong man under the command of the ancestor demon God, the great devil Saint Ling Xuan.

He stood with folded hands and waited for a moment.

Dark red blood fire was kindled on the dark and strange altar.

Then, a black figure like a real fantasy rose from the blood fire.

This figure is as strong as a black bear, and exudes the extremely domineering evil spirit.

It has three huge heads, six pairs of blade like wings on its dark back, and four strong arms in front of it.

Seeing this dark shadow appear, the great demon Saint Ling Xuan quickly kneels down on one knee and salutes respectfully.

”My subordinates see our ancestors!”

The ferocious black shadow on the altar is the projection of the original demon.

It opened scarlet eyes, looked down at Ling Xuan under the altar, and asked in a dull voice, ”Ling Xuan, this God has ordered you and shetuo to handle the affairs of Beiming mountain.

This God wants to heal in the blood sea abyss, impact the shackles of God's realm.

What is the matter that makes you unable to make a decision, and you have to ask your own God? ”

Ling Xuan bowed his head and respectfully replied: ”to our ancestors, I have two things to report. You must make a decision!

The first thing, Tianjue Wushen sent a message and wanted to make a deal with you. Please kill Ji Tianxing

Hearing this news, the ancestor demon God narrowed his eyes, and his voice was like an owl's sneer: ”Jie Jie Jie Can't even a little martial Saint be killed?

Hum! He must have sent his martial saint to assassinate Ji Tianxing, but he failed.