"My blood has no regrets, no regrets, three brothers, I swear here today, as long as you can keep my blood eye clan, my three brothers are willing to be loyal to you forever" Seeing the three people with solemn expressions, Ye Jingyu was also surprised, he felt that as long as he could have a good relationship with the three of them, and then be able to help himself in some things, he would be satisfied, but where did he think that they would be so quick to be like their own loyalty And he also understands that this kind of allegiance is not the allegiance that those treacherous people in the human race say, for the demon race, once they swear allegiance, it is immortal and immortal allegiance, unless they die, they will definitely not betray.
Very few demons will break their oath.
"I, Ye Jingyu, also swear here, as long as I am for a day, I will never let the Bloody Eye Clan suffer any catastrophe" Seeing the solemn expressions of the three people, Ye Jingyu also spoke, and even supported the three of them with one hand, directly lifting the three of them up from the ground The faces of the three of them were full of gratitude, originally they lost to Ye Jingyu, they should be Ye Jingyu's slaves, their allegiance to Ye Jingyu is a matter of course, Ye Jingyu doesn't need to promise them anything at all, but now Ye Jingyu has also made such a promise to them, how can this not make them grateful.
After the three of them got up from the ground, they stood behind Ye Jingyu respectfully, and from then on, he was the object of their allegiance.
Seeing the expressions of surrender in the eyes of the three of them, Ye Jingyu smiled faintly, but his eyes rolled and he fainted directly.
"Jingyu" Jiufeng and the others exclaimed in surprise, their bodies flashed, and they rushed towards Ye Jingyu, and the three of them were also surprised without complaint or regret, why did he look so good, but suddenly fainted, but how did they know that although Ye Jingyu's body was strong, his heart was pierced, and it was not comfortable.
When Ye Jingyu woke up again, it was already seven days later, and in these seven days, Liang Xiaoke took the three brothers with blood and no resentment, and swept away all the surrounding tribes together, and in the entire Panbras prairie, there was no force that could confront Ye Jingyu, and Ye Jingyu became the only leader of this force.
In addition to the three brothers of the Blood Eye Clan, who have no complaints and no regrets, are nine-rank masters, the Moon Clan's Moon Scar is also a nine-rank demon lord, and there are also twelve other eight-rank demon lords, plus the nine Li Pagoda and three eight-rank demon lords among the minotaurs, the high-end power around Ye Jingyu is already a rather terrifying force.
He, Liang Xiaoke, Jiu Li Tower, no complaints, no regrets, ruthless, Moon Scar are all masters of the Nine Rank realm, Chi Yi Xiu and Lin Xiaoyi reach the Nine Rank It is also a matter of time, plus fifteen Eight Rank Demon Lords, it is enough for them to fight against any force other than the Eight Great Royal Clans.
It was also when Ye Jingyu and others swept away the forces of the Panblas Prairie, in the west of the Fighting Spirit Continent, near the Tiangang Mountain Range, there was a dilapidated palace, which used to be the main hall of the Rakshasa Gate.
At this moment, in the middle of the palace, a ghost dressed in black looked at the throne in front of the palace with a blank look, where her master once lived, it was she who raised herself, she taught herself martial arts, and she brought her back But now, she is gone, she will not return to her side, and she is just a Martial God of the Four Heavens, the Martial God of the Four Heavens, if he was called before, he would definitely feel that he was a genius among geniuses, but now, after seeing Xuanyuan Jing's strength and feeling Ye Jingyu's horror, he felt that he was simply a piece of garbage.
Yes garbage, a good-for-nothing garbage.
The ghost wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry, he could only look at the broken throne so blankly, and in a trance, he saw that there was one more person on the throne.
Is it his own master, hehe, maybe he misses her too much, there is a hallucination, his master often wears a red gauze skirt, I have never seen her wear white clothes, how is this a white shadow The ghost was stunned for a moment, and then he looked carefully and found that there was really a person sitting on the throne, an old man wearing a white robe, enough to hug his body.
He rubbed his eyes vigorously, and after realizing that what he was seeing was not an illusion, the ghostly body stood up violently.
"Who are you" The Blood Moon Knife instantly appeared in his hand, the tip of the knife pointed directly at the man on the throne, his eyes were full of anger, even if he was useless, but he was also a disciple of the Rakshasa Gate, how could he not insult the honorific title of the Rakshasa Gate.
This seat can only be sat by the master of the Rakshasa Gate, and no one else is qualified, if it weren't for the other party's appearance here out of thin air, his strength must not be weak, and he might have rushed over for the first time.
The old man didn't pay attention to the ghostly words, he just gently stroked the broken throne, a pair of deep-set eyes slowly looked at everything around him, his face was full of sentimentality, full of nostalgia, as if an old man who had not been home for a long time suddenly came home and saw the change of his family situation.
Seeing that the man ignored his words, the ghost saw that the anger in his heart was even greater, and his body turned into a streamer, and he rushed directly towards the man, and the blood moon scimitar shot out a half-moon-shaped knife and slashed at the man on the throne.
In the face of this knife that was enough to open the mountain and crack the stone, the man just flicked one finger, and the half-moon-shaped knife was completely shattered and dissipated, and then he didn't see any movement from the man, just waved his sleeve casually, and when he saw it, he felt a huge force hit his chest, and his body flew out uncontrollably, hitting a stone pillar straight on, knocking out a slender crack on the stone pillar, and then slowly slid down.
Red blood overflowed from his mouth, and his eyes were full of horror, what kind of power is this, it is so terrifying in the face of such a power, and he has no ability to resist at all, who is he The man had already stood up at this time, and came to the body of the ghost in one step, stepped on the heart of the ghost, and roared very hideously: "Who am I who am this place is I chose, this palace was built under my orders, everything here belongs to me, who do you say I am, who do you say I am" Feeling the tremendous power under the man's feet, and hearing the roaring sound coming from the man's mouth, the ghost's sad face turned pale: