Chapter 1 Don't make the devil unhappy

The moonlit night is dim.

The silver light quietly sprinkled on the desolate desert, like a ladder to the kingdom of heaven, beautiful and sad. The strong wind blew up the sand grains, making the quiet night even more horrible.

Suddenly, a hiss of horses in the distance broke the terrible silence. Before long, they saw nearly 10,000 soldiers and horses standing under the city. The expressions on their faces were either happy or sad, or afraid or afraid...

"Night fantasy dust, you are the great demon who has to be killed. Today, our eight sects gathered in the Dark Demon Hall, and we will definitely crush you and the Dark Demon Hall!"

Among the people under the city, a woman in a red gown said angrily to the white shadow above the castle. Looking at her ferocious appearance, she seemed to be eager to fly to the top of the castle immediately and cram the white shadow.

"Did I destroy your whole family or steal your lover? Looking at your indignant and angry look, is it possible that the palace really did something injure and unreasonable? The white shadow on the castle tilted his head slightly, as if he was really thinking, but the corners of his mouth seemed to evoke a sarcastic smile: "But why don't I remember?"

The woman in white and wide clothes glanced at the people under the city. Her eyes paused slightly when she glanced by the woman in red, and turned to a deeper smile on her face: "Yan Shui, your memory has always been the best. Help me think about whether I have done something 'meaningful', but I forgot it? The Lord of Anzhe'an is so angry!"

"The suzerain's praise, Yan Shui is panicked!" The soft teenager standing next to the woman in white immediately bowed his head and replied submissively, "The suzerain takes care of thousands of machines every day. There are so many things he has done. It's reasonable not to remember those trivial things!"

"Can't that work?" The woman in white raised her eyebrows and smiled, "If I forget about the leader of the alliance, and I am worried that she will kill me in anger, won't you be a widow in the future?"

The woman in white seemed to be thinking about it. She tilted her head and thought about it in the blink of an eye and said, "Oh... I remember it. I remember that there seems to be a palm pearl in the family of the owner of the League, named An Mozhu!"

The woman in white said the name word by word, and her eyes seemed to gently pass by the teenager: "In those years, An Mozhu was a peerless teenager who was famous all over the world. I don't know how many famous families came to ask for marriage, but unfortunately they were rejected by the Lord of the Alliance. Then, somehow, An Mozhu suddenly disappeared out of thin air two years ago, and even the bones could not be found. I remember that at that time, it seemed that it was the time when I was very famous..."

The woman in white seemed to look at An Zhe with regret, and then turned her head and said to the teenager, " By the way, Yan Shui, I remember that you also came to the Dark Temple two years ago!" At that time, you were embarrassed. It was really haggard and heartbreaking!"

The woman in white looked at the panicked teenager in front of her with pity, gently stroked his cheek with her hands and said, "What's the matter? Is it uncomfortable? Why is your forehead still sweating? I told you to wear more clothes at night. Look, it must be cold at night!"

The woman in white took off her cloak and carefully put it on the teenager. The action was as gentle as cherishing a precious treasure.

Of course, if you remove the deep indifference in your eyes, it will be even more perfect!

"Big devil, don't waste our time here. If you finish your story, call out your people and fight with our eight sects!" An Zhe raised his red sleeves and pointed his long sword straight to the night fantasy dust.

"Is that a story?" Ye Huanchen lowered his head and smiled gently: "If it's really a story, it should not have been finished..."

"Don't dawdling. Don't think I don't know. You want to delay the time to find a rescuer!"

"Anmozhu, your mother said that I was procrastinating to find a rescuer... Do you think so?!" Ye Huanchen's eyes did not move, and he whispered to the teenager in his arms.

At that moment, the teenager felt that his head was 'boom', as if it had exploded. He immediately stretched out his hands and pushed away the night magic dust, and his eyes were full of shock and consternment! She, she knows, she actually knows!

An Mozhu can't imagine how the night magic dust who knows the truth will treat him, whether to throw him into the snake cave, throw him into the valley of evil people, or...

"What's the matter? Why do you push this palace away? Oh..." Ye Huanchen pretended to be suddenly enlightened, "Look, as soon as I was in a hurry, I said your real name. You are the same. Mo Zhu is so beautiful. Why do you have to change your name!" Ye Huanchen said with a smile, "Lord of Anda League, your precious son is in the hands of Ben Gong. Do you think I still need to find a rescuer!"

"You..." An Zhe clenched his fist and his face turned blue: "Even if Mo Zhu is in your hand, for the sake of the world, even if I sacrifice my son, An Zhe will do anything!"

"The Lord of the League is really good. For the sake of the magic moon of our dark temple, he can even sacrifice his own son. Yes, he can bring so many people to my palace to die. It's nothing to kill another son..." Ye Huanchen rolled his sleeves and said to An Zhe under the city.

"Demon, I came here with the eight sects to destroy the dark temple and for the peace of the people in the world. What is the magic moon formula? I have never heard of it! Don't judge me by your clumsy thoughts. Do you think that all of our eight sects will be deceived and fooled by you?

It seemed that he was hit by Ye Huanchen, and An Zhe suddenly stared and said righteously.

"Isn't it?" The sound of losing temperature slowly sounded under the night sky, and Ye Huanchen put away the smile on his mouth: "Isn't the ant fooled?"

"Humph... Ye Huanchen, don't be arrogant. After waiting for you for a while, there will be a toxic attack in your body. I want to see if you can still be so arrogant!"

"Poison... I'm in good health. Where is the poison...?"

"Haha... You don't know about the night fantasy dust. Our undercover agents have been involved in your dark temple for a long time. Let me tell you, in the silk water you drink every day, we are the most strange poison in the world. This poison is colorless and tasteless. After eating for a long time, you will lose all your martial arts skills, and your whole body will bleed and die. After all, you have been eating for nearly two years. Do you feel weak and drowsy now? Hahahaha..." An Zhe looked at Ye Huanchen and laughed wildly.

"Oh?" Ye Huanchen narrowed his eyes slightly, and then pointed to An Mozhu: "Is this what you're talking about?"

The teenager who was fine just now suddenly fell to the ground trembling violently. Before long, he was bleeding and his body smelled.

"Mozhu...!!!"

Looking at the painful death of her beloved son, An Zhe couldn't help shouting from her throat. She never expected that Ye Huanchen found the poison in the silk water as early as two years ago, and also drank the poisonous silk water to Mo Zhu. An Zhe's forehead was full of blue veins: "Ye Huanchen, you beast, I'm going to kill it. You!"

"You have used all kinds of tricks to harm my palace. Are you human, not animal?" Ye Huanchen glanced at An Zhe coldly: "You ants, I want you to come back today!"

"The big devil, when he is about to die, he dares to say wild words. Sisters, come on, you must wash the dark demon hall with blood today!"

"Hmm... it's up to you!" Ye Huanchen sneered and said, "Purple Moon, pass the order down. All the dark people are guarding in the hall and are not allowed to fight!!!"

"Yes! The suzerain!" Ziyue nodded slightly, replied coldly, and then turned around and disappeared in an instant like a ghost.

It is said that the voice of Ye Huanchen is not loud, but it is enough for everyone present to hear it. For a while, the so-called decent people in the world are all blue and purple, especially An Zhe, who is even more purple and black.

An Zhe stared at Ye Huanchen fiercely. The devil not only killed her beloved son, but also spoke wildly. Who did she think she was? She could fight against more than 10,000 people by herself?

Ridiculous! Even if she is a legendary existence in the world, she Anzhe doesn't believe that she can be safe and sound under the feet of more than 10,000 horses!

"Kill...............!!!" An Zhe looked up to the sky and shouted, and everyone listened to the order. In an instant, they flew to the top of the castle and went straight to the night dust.

Seeing this situation, Ye Huanchen was not panicked, but smiled coldly at the flying crowd, and then his body flew up like a ghost, with a cold murderous atmosphere all over his body in an instant.

On the side of a cloud hand, the night magic dust gathered a wisp of bright moonlight from the air. In just a blink of an eye, the moonlight covered the surroundings of the body. The wrists rotated gently, and the moonlight quickly gathered at the fingertips of the ten fingers. In an instant, the death desert was as bright as the day.

The people of the eight sects instinctively raised their hands to cover the dazzling light for a while, but even if they covered it with their hands, they could still feel the powerful light.

Everyone was so stabbed by the light that they couldn't open their eyes at all. They stayed in the air and couldn't use any tricks. They looked forward to the light to dissipate.

However, this brilliant light like the sun has no intention of dispersing. Instead, it is getting more and more intense, surrounding everything in the desert of death in the middle, including the eight sects on the ground and in the air.

The people of the eight sects could not retreat. An Zhe was very impressed and shouted loudly, "Return to the camp!!!"

"Can you return it?"

The night magic dust was still indifferent, turning gently, and the white light on his fingertips turned into snowflakes scattered in the air. Following the strong wind in the desert, it blew to every corner. Between breathing, he heard bursts of screams from under the castle.

Just at that moment, the 13,000 people of the eight sects were all destroyed!

Snow-like white dots fly in the eyes of the night dust. Looking at the gorgeous scenery she created under the city, a bloodthirsty smile floats on her lips. It is gorgeous and cruel, like the most beautiful Manzhu Shahua in hell. It is the most beautiful color between heaven and earth, but it can only be seen at the cost of death.

In this world, I'm afraid only Ye Huanchen can do it!

"If you provoke the dignity of my palace, you will pay the price of death!" The night fantasy dust raised its long hair like ink, turned around and disappeared into the moon sky.