C921 (1/2)

”Master Yueer, what do you mean?”

The tone of Huotian Pavilion is a little hasty, and its eyes are flickering.

”Do you want to keep pretending?”

Shangguan yue'er gazed at him and said, ”when did you still learn this kind of trick, sneak into us, and want to attack us?”

What? Who is the leader of the burning heaven pavilion?

The rest of the people were surprised. Could the dead have lurked among them.

”Master yue'er palace, are you sure the master Yan Pavilion is really a dead soul clan?”

The master of Sirius sect doubted that the Lord of burning heaven Pavilion had been with him for thousands of years, but he didn't find any clue.

”I'm not entirely sure, but we have a treasure left by the former palace master in Chaotian Palace. We can immediately find out the identity of his dead spirit clan.”

Shangguan yue'er said calmly, and then told a disciple to go down and get the treasure.

The face of the Lord of the burning sky Pavilion suddenly changed, and a wisp of invisible killing intention shot out of his eyes. Suddenly, the whole hall was surrounded by an extremely cold breath.

”Now that you've found out, I'm not polite!”

A cold, hoarse voice came from the Lord of the pavilion, and everyone's faces changed greatly.

The Lord of the burning sky Pavilion is really a dead soul clan!

Their hearts suddenly cold, the dead spirit clan unconsciously lurked in their side.

Is there anyone else besides the Lord of the burning sky pavilion?

”Bang!”

A terrible power came out of the Lord of the burning Pavilion, and the purple light shield broke like glass.

”I'm the demon emperor of the dead spirit clan. I was going to let you live a few more days. Since you can't wait to die, don't blame me. Ha ha ha...”

The demonized emperor laughed wildly, and the whole person soared into the air, and the four spaces vibrated.

”Do it!”

After he gave a big drink, the black mist came out of his sleeve robe and covered the hall.