For Ming Kong, this is definitely an opportunity for him to rise. As long as he handles the matter assigned by Master Qian well, he will definitely be able to enter Master Qian's eyes. As long as a little bit of it is exposed between Master Qian's fingers, he will benefit. Very shallow.

Even with just a word from Mr. Gan, his status in the Death Clan can be raised several levels.

The more Ming Kong thought about it, the more excited he became. He swayed and disappeared directly into the hall, and went to prepare to deal with the Shenxian Sect. Since he couldn't find the Shenxian Sect's station, he would start with those disciples of the Shenxian Sect!

………

At the same time, somewhere in a mysterious place, an ancient pitch-black castle stood in the sky. The entire pitch-black castle looked ghostly, without a trace of aura, and the pitch-black light flickering from time to time made people feel the cold murderous intent.

In the castle hall, a burly figure covered in black robes stood with his hands behind his hands. Under the black hat, a pair of scarlet eyes flashed past.

"To destroy our branch is to seek death!"

A cold word sounded in the hall, and the temperature in the entire hall suddenly dropped to the extreme, causing layers of ice crystals to condense on the pillars in the hall.

"Yes...yes, sir, I understand!"

But at this moment, the burly figure trembled all over, nodded repeatedly, and responded humbly.

If anyone sees such a humble scene of this burly figure, they will definitely be frightened. This God of Death is the one who makes countless strong people in the Qiankun Holy World fearful. He is in charge of the huge God of Death Pavilion, and his power is not as powerful as that of the seven great emperors of the Holy Dynasty. And the leaders of the five major branches of the Tiandao Ming Clan are weak.

But such a person actually calls himself a slave? What kind of existence can make such a person so humble?

After a moment, the burly figure straightened his body, and a flash of shock flashed in his scarlet eyes: "Then the Immortal Sect can actually let Lord Gan give the order in person? How can it be so virtuous?"

"Oh, but that's fine. If you destroy the Immortal Sect, you will be able to get into Lord Gan's eyes. By then, this God of Killing will be able to be promoted to the top!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the burly figure suddenly disappeared into the hall. Not long after, jet-black rays of light gathered from all directions in this mysterious place and poured into the pitch-black castle.

The aura that permeates every ray of pitch-black light is extremely astonishing.

………

At the same time, in a mysterious place in the Chaos Emperor Realm, Ye Muqing was swaying and walking among the flowers. Her beautiful and moving figure seemed to suppress the gorgeous flowers around her.

Beside him, a young man followed slowly. If Wang Feng were here, he would definitely find that this young man is actually the Forest Prison Yan Long who came out of the ancient Buddhist gate.

"You just watch those guys harming the Heavenly Dao Nether Clan?" Forest Prison Yan Long lowered his head and said.

"There are some duplicitous people. It's useless to keep them. It's better to use their hands to see clearly! Those who can persist until now and haven't wavered are my people!"

Ye Muqing's words echoed among the blooming flowers, like the gurgling water and the wind blowing the willows, soft and charming.

But these sweet and sweet words, when heard in the ears of Forest Prison Yan Long, made him twitch the corner of his mouth fiercely. He had not seen this woman for so long, but she was still so cruel. I am afraid that only in front of the king,

This woman must have a gentle side.

"How's Tianhuang's plan going?"

Ye Muqing stroked the flowers in front of her and asked softly.

"Soon!"
Chapter completed!