There are very few guards in the Demon Emperor Palace.

Because it's useless.

There is no one in the demon clan who can protect Qingluan.

"Have you made a decision?"

The phantom of the blue bird in the sky sings for a long time, and a blue torrent is broken in an instant. If you look closely, the huge torrent is composed of countless tiny feathers, which are slender and gorgeous, with silver brilliance on the edges.

This is Qingluan's weapon. She has been with Mo Yu for thousands of years. Mo Yu will often teach her her swordsmanship. Her swordsmanship has a good talent, but she did not go deep into the swordsmanship, but instead she ingeniously combined the swordsmanship with her own abilities and created her own magic.

She named this magic, Shattered Peel Light.

Each feather here has her swordsmanship and her mastery of law power. The law she masters is simple and pure flame power, but based on this flame power and her own ability, she combined a powerful killer move.

Every person hit by the feather will not only be scratched by the feather, but will also be injected with a flame power. This force will always act on his body, weaken his defense, and absorb his life to strengthen himself.

If this force accumulates to three channels, an explosion will occur. This explosion will not only cause damage to the target, but will also dissipate more flame power into the body of people at a certain distance around them, entering the next cycle.

Theoretically, if many people gather in a space, as long as there are three or four explosions, they can continuously produce explosions. The damage of one explosion is not high, but continuous triggering of explosions can kill everyone in that space.

Many people?

What Qingluan is most afraid of is that there are many people.

Of course, there will inevitably be no group of people standing together in reality. Qingluan is not facing a naughty green man, but the high-end combat power of most of the demon clans is now. Although it has the bonus of blood, they are all powerful people who have emerged from life and death.

Some of these are even the ancients who built the demon court with Qingluan.

"I'll give you one last chance," countless green feathers surrounded the girl, like a dazzling ribbon. "Now, I can leave, I can't pursue your fault."

"Your Highness, when we reach this point, we have no way out."

The white-haired old man shouted loudly, and dozens of people behind him jumped up and attacked Qingluan.

This group of powerful demigods is naturally not a solid piece of iron. He cannot leave time for these people to think. If someone really regrets it halfway, then he may not die and have to do things in a desperate situation.

"Where are you?"

Qingluan did not care about the dozen people rushing over, but looked at the remaining majority.

The scene fell into a silence.

These people hesitated for a moment, but rushed up with the old man from the white-haired man.

They have been in high positions for a long time. After forcing the palace here today, even if they give up, they will have to worry about Qingluan's liquidation in the future, and no one can give up the power they have obtained.

Since that's the case, then go all the way to the black and kill Qingluan. They are the founders of the new dynasty.

Three hundred fights one, they have a great advantage.

Even if Qingluan is strong, can this kill us?

All the people standing here are smart people. Although they have come and go, they all figured out this truth and rushed towards Qingluan without hesitation.

"It seems that my leader is indeed not qualified."

Qingluan sighed lightly and her figure disappeared instantly.

Most of these three hundred people were her subordinates, and many of them have even followed her since the ancient times of the Demon Court. Now these people unite together for the sake of their interests and betray her.

This only proves that her political skills are really failing.

The countless feathers turned into countless blue brilliances in an instant and scattered everywhere.

At the same time, three hundred demigods have also set up their formations. The long-range mage stands in the back row, and the melee mage is extraordinary, and some defensive abilities such as bast are standing in the front row. Some demigods with strange abilities are wandering among the crowd to help the injured repair their injuries, or pull some near-death warriors out of the main battlefield.

Although they have never been able to work together, they have natural war keenness.

For example, when a mage deals with the blue light, it will naturally pull the warriors next to him as meat shields.

Many demon races also showed prototypes, and suddenly various powerful and terrifying creatures rushed around.

The originally spacious study room was instantly shattered, and in an instant, even the entire Demon Emperor Palace turned into ruins.

Countless citizens of the royal city woke up from their sleep and looked in surprise at the direction of the royal city.

They didn't know what was going on, they just felt a huge shadow shrouding everyone's hearts.

At the same time, some demigods living on the edge of the royal city also quickly reacted and rushed towards the Demon Emperor Palace.

They are all Qingluan's loyalty. In fact, there are a large number of strong people in the entire demon court who are loyal to Qingluan, or in other words, they are loyal to the demon emperor Jun and then to Qingluan.

However, there were very few of these people staying in the royal city, with only a few, most of them stationed in various places. On the way to the Demon Emperor Palace, they were stopped by other demigod powerful men.

These demigods were the demigods who had killed Taiyi before, but when they arrived at the Diguan Mansion, they were left with only an empty mansion. Taiyi often stayed in the study, and there were only lonely Diguan Mansion seals. The entire mansion was already empty.

They also had no time to continue searching for Taiyi's whereabouts, so they could only give priority to preventing the support of those demigod powerful men loyal to Qingluan.

The flames covered the entire royal city, and on this night, countless people could not fall asleep.

——

On a high mountain outside the royal city, Taiyi looked out at the magnificent city with flames from afar, and a mini bronze ancient bell was suspended in the palm of his hand.

"I will come back in the royal city."

He smiled softly, turned around and walked down the mountain, and servants hidden in the shadows followed him.

After tonight, the history of the demon clan will be written by him.

His story has just begun.

There are no eternal friends, only eternal interests.

On the board of power, everyone thinks they are chess players, but there can only be one real chess player.

——

In this very short time, the battle in the Demon Emperor Palace is coming to an end.

The entire battle was almost one-sided.

The weak fell into the surrounded side, and the three hundred old-fashioned demigods were surrounded by Qingluan alone.

The New Year of the Demon Clan is the Harvest Festival in October every year. After the autumn harvest and when everything enters winter, fireworks to celebrate the harvest will fill the sky of the royal city.

And now bursting flames exploded on the ruins, just like the most dazzling fireworks at the Harvest Temple Fair.

Three hundred demigod-level strong men, the top combat power of the demon clan, can't even touch the corner of the girl's skirt.

First, the weak mage was cut by the blue feathers, and the surging flames penetrated into their bodies, causing explosions. Then the powerful warriors standing next to them were buried in the power of flames.

The girl in a blue dress was shuttled between the figures. Her speed was so fast that even the most agile assassin could not find her trace.

But someone saw the charming and charming face stuck in blood in a flash, and then his life would be taken away by this beautiful master.

She was like the god of death who harvested souls in human mythology, waving a huge sickle, cutting away the souls on the battlefield piece by piece like cutting wheat.

In order to cultivate these demigods, Qingluan lost a lot of thoughts. This was once the capital for her to seek credit and praise in front of Mo Yu.

And now, she wants to destroy these achievements she has personally created.

Feeling uncomfortable?

Of course it is uncomfortable.

But all betrayers deserve to die.

The girl's eyes were cold and she continued to harvest her life.

Gradually, fewer and fewer people stand on the field.

The girl stopped and the green feathers gathered in her hands, like long ribbons.

Tianguan and his followers had already lie down on the ground. They were seriously injured, but they still had a breath.

The cyan cast iron high heels made a banging sound when they stepped on the floor.

"The demon clan is not my demon clan, but my demon clan. I think you have already expected the consequences of betraying me."

The Tianguan supported himself up with difficulty, leaned against the broken half next to him, and smiled on the stone pillar standing alone, "Your Highness, do you know what I have learned from your favorite minister recently?"

"Um?"

Qingluan's face changed, and countless feathers exploded from her hands like petals.

"Never underestimate those lowly people." Tianguan supported himself with difficulty, but his smile on his face became more and more prosperous. "Actually, I had the opportunity to kill your favorite minister a hundred years ago, but why, I just took action now? Because I have to face you!"

Endless golden light surged out from the earth, and fine lines spread throughout the entire Demon Emperor Palace. These lines were connected together to form a huge golden magic array.

"The human race looks fancy, but it is indeed quite useful," Tianguan coughed up a mouthful of blood. "Your Highness, do you know what the difference between the human race and the demon race? Those human race consortiums, as long as they give money, they do everything, including but not limited to some strange 'magic arrays'."

"snort"

Qingluan snorted coldly and said nothing.

She knew that the Tianguan was deliberately delaying time, and the scattered feathers soared into the sky, spread out, rushed towards the seriously injured Tianguan from all directions, blocking all his escape routes.

"Your Highness, you look a little cute when you panicked," the old man smiled for the first time, and endless light gushed out from the earth. The feathers with a breath of destruction were frozen in the space in an instant, and then fell one by one as if they had lost the petals that had been lifted.

"What makes human things a little unusable is that their things always follow some strange principles of equivalent exchange, such as activate this formation," Tianguan slowly stood up straight, and his decayed aura gradually dissipated. His eyes swept over the 'demigods' lying on the ground, "need some blood and souls of cannon fodder."

"Your Highness, you think your palace does not need any guards, but if your guards are slightly more than double, we will not be able to lay this magic circle so smoothly," Tianguan squatted down, picked up the feathers on the ground, looked at the sharp edge, and gently stroked his fingers. A hole appeared in an instant, and surging flames poured into his body along the hole.
To be continued...