The voice that sounded suddenly did not seem abrupt.

It is difficult for Ji Tianxing to judge the age of the speaker based on his voice alone.

That voice has the domineering and majesty of a middle-aged man, the vicissitudes of life that only an elderly person has, and the open-mindedness of insight into the world.

It is difficult for Ji Tianxing to imagine, what kind of powerhouse is he who can blend these two completely different temperaments into his voice?

He subconsciously raised his head and looked at the first seat in the north of the hall.

I saw that there were two six-meter-long golden bridges at the end of the hall. Under the exquisite and luxurious arch bridges, there was a small river flowing with colorful spirits.

After crossing the golden bridge, there are nine steps of golden bricks, on which is a platform with a radius of ten meters.

On the platform is a large, luxurious, and extremely honorable emperor's throne.

On the left and right sides of the throne stood two statues of three meters high, one dark gold and one dark.

The dark gold statue on the left is carved with a half-man, half-dragon'Dragon Man', holding a golden spear in his hand.

It was a strong and graceful man, wearing golden armor, with human limbs and head, but his skin was covered with golden dragon scales.

Moreover, there is a golden dragon horn on top of the head.

The dark statue on the right is carved with a harpy that looks like an eagle.

She is enchanting and hot, with long straight and vigorous legs, wearing short black armor, a pair of wide and slender black wings, and holding a treasure bow in her hand.

Although they were only two statues, they were lifelike and extremely realistic, as if they could come alive at any time.

Ji Tianxing's eyes swept across the golden dragon and harpy, his eyes fell on the throne.

The six-meter-wide dark golden throne is made of blazing sky gold and is inlaid with tens of thousands of rare gems. It is also woven with spirit chalcedony and star secret silver to draw many ancient and mysterious patterns.

A burly middle-aged man wearing a purple robe is sitting quietly on the throne.

In his nearly two-meter-high Ang hiding body, there is a worldly majesty and domineering power looking down on the world.

A long snow-white hair, tied by a dark golden dragon rope, tamed behind his head, showing a free and unrestrained, arbitrary temperament.

The purple robe he wears is simple and elegant, embroidered with mysterious patterns.

He wore a large dark golden cloak on his shoulders, dragging on the ground for a long time, blooming with sacred golden light.

His face is not handsome, but his appearance is dignified and majestic, and his outline is as tough and resolute as a knife.

A pair of dark and deep eyes, like a boundless abyss, and like a vast starry sky, contains vicissitudes of experience and insight into the magic of people's hearts.

Ji Tianxing only glanced at him, and felt that his mind was seen through, and he did not dare to look directly at his eyes.

There is no doubt that this mysterious, but majestic and domineering man is the legendary palace lord of the emperor!

As Ji Tianxing walked into the hall, his mind was full of doubts, still secretly contemplating the words of the purple-robed man.

"The deity has been waiting for you for a long time, are you finally back?

The palace lord is the supreme powerhouse of the Primordial God Realm, and the deity is what he claims.

But why did he wait for me so long? How long is long? How many days? How many years?

You mean me? Or the blood of the sword god?

What does it mean to finally come back? I have never been to the imperial palace in the future, so how can I come back? "

Ji Tianxing felt that Palace Master's words contained profound meaning, but he couldn't figure it out or guess it.

After a while, he walked to the hall and stood still, facing the palace lord on the throne, bowing respectfully.

"Emperor Ji Tianxing, see the Lord Palace Master!"

The palace lord looked at him calmly, and said in a majestic voice: "No ceremony."

Ji Tianxing did not get up, continued to salute, and said in a sincere tone: "The emperor thanked the palace lord for his life-saving grace. If the palace lord had not helped him, the emperor would have died."

He knew very well that the sacred golden sword that came from outside the sky and appeared through the sky must have come from the palace lord's hand.

Only this mainland's number one powerhouse could make the Demon Emperor feel deeply jealous and retreat on the spot.

The palace lord nodded slightly, and said in a calm tone: "Be flat. The deity was a hundred thousand miles away at the time, and could only save you from the air.

If you are killed by the Demon Emperor, not only will the Sword God inheritance be severed, but the Sword God bloodline will also be deprived of the Demon Emperor.

If the Demon Sovereign gets the blood of the sword god, he will be more powerful, not only can he restore his peak more quickly, but he can also lift the curse and shackles..."

Having said this, the palace lord paused and did not continue.

But Ji Tianxing understood that once the Demon Sovereign received his Sword God bloodline, it would surely make the Demon Sovereign stronger.

That is definitely a nightmare and disaster for all races in the world!

He frowned, and said to the palace master full of anxiety: "Your Excellency, the Demon Emperor captured Yun Yao and suppressed Yun Yao in the Soul Refining Bell.

Yunyao may die at any time, the emperor beseeches the palace lord to help, only you can save her! "

From Yun Yao's arrest to the present, his heart has always been tightly grasped, very worried and anxious.

Therefore, he couldn't help but ask the Palace Master.

However, the Palace Lord shook his head lightly, and said in a calm tone: "Yun Yao will not be in danger of life, and the Devil Emperor will not kill her.

But the Demon Sovereign had already fled from Zhongzhou. Even if the deity chased him, he couldn't catch up. The matter could only be plotted later. "

Where can Ji Tianxing wait until later?

He just wanted to rescue Yun Yao as soon as possible and saw Yun Yao return to the imperial palace safe and sound.

"Palace Master, why are you sure that the Devil Emperor will not kill Yun Yao?"

"You don't need to know this for the time being, you will naturally understand it later." Palace Master replied blankly.

Ji Tianxing frowned, still reluctant to give up, and continued: "Palace Master, now the Demon Race is so rampant, the Demon Emperor is indiscriminately causing chaos and harming the people of all races.

Could it be that you, the palace lord of the imperial palace, the number one powerhouse in the mainland, just sit back and ignore it? "

Although he was an emperor, it was disrespectful to question the palace master in this way.

But the palace lord was not angry, and still said calmly: "Even if the deity personally makes a move and goes to the North Desert Devil's Nest, it will not be able to kill the Demon Emperor, let alone rescue Yun Yao alive.

The matter of killing the devil ~lightnovelpub.net~ can not be rushed for a while. For the demons, you really know too little. "

In fact, there is still something the palace lord hasn't explained, and it is impossible to explain to Ji Tianxing.

When he boarded the Nine Heavens Terrace, he was severely injured by the Nine Heavens God Thunder, leaving only five successful powers.

Now he has been in retreat for 20 years, and he has only recovered to his seventh strength, and there are still unhealed internal injuries.

Ji Tianxing was silent for a while, anxious and unwilling, but helpless.

If he hadn't heard it with his own ears, he would never believe that the Palace Master, as the number one powerhouse, could not break the Devil's Nest and kill the Devil Emperor.

After a moment of silence, he made up his mind and said with a firm tone: "Since the Lord Palace Lord refuses to help, then I will rescue Yun Yao by myself.

She is my wife. We worshipped heaven and earth and made a vow of dependence on life and death.

In any case, I will save her back! "