Chapter 4331 The Second Plan: The Fate of the King (1)

Yes, the truth is, it's that simple.

From the very beginning, Wen Zhe was a pawn who was placed in the Demon Race.

This chess piece has been arranged for nearly two thousand years, one step after another, approaching the core of the Demon Race's power.

Then just a little bit, you can turn the demons upside down.

Minwei grabbed the old man and said in a trembling voice, "Are you Zhongli? Are you Zhongli?!"

Zhong Li closed his eyes and slowly wiped the blood and tears from his face.

Then he stooped and bowed: "The old man is now just a servant by the princess' side, and he is no longer a priest of the Demon Emperor!"

He originally didn't even want to come back to the Demon Palace.

Baiyun Canggou, things are right and wrong, what else is there to be nostalgic?

The only purpose of his standing here is to ask an answer for the thousand-year-old self.

To get justice for myself who has been wandering in hell for thousands of years.

The old man slowly walked towards Zhongli, the old hands had complex talismans on his chest, and he muttered something.

One step, another step.

"Wa...ah...ha...xia...sha...well..."

When the two were only one meter apart, the old man stopped abruptly and looked up to meet Wen Zhe's eyes.

A dazzling red light flew out of the old man's hand and directly penetrated Wen Zhe's eyebrows.

"what--!!"

A short and painful scream came from Wen Zhe's mouth.

Then the flames began to burn his face, his hair, his flesh and bones.

The severe pain made Wen Zhe struggle desperately, and the two demon servants who were holding him couldn't catch him, so they could only retreat.

Wen Zhe's scream was not like Yu Yanran's, it was shrill, breaking through the sky.

He tried his best to suppress, his body spasmed, not wanting to make a sound.

But occasionally I couldn't bear the groan that leaked, but it was so heart-wrenching that it made my scalp tingle.

The old man looked at him screaming, howling, and struggling.

His eyes slowly filled with wetness, but his voice was still calm: "This face is not yours, and this body is not yours. Since it's not yours, it shouldn't stay on your body."

His hands continued to form seals, and he recited the strange demon incantation in his mouth.

"And your magical powers as a priest, which I carefully taught and imparted to you, and they also do not belong to you."

"Wen Zhe..."

The old man said slowly, word by word: "As the priest of the Demon Emperor Zhongli, I will expel you from the priest's palace and the Demon Imperial City. From now on, you will no longer be my disciple of Zhongli. From now on, you and I will Kindness and righteousness are absolutely irrelevant!"

The bones on Wen Zhe's body seemed to make a harsh, crisp sound.

Immediately afterwards, he spit out a scream that was a hundred times more terrifying than before, and his whole body suddenly burst open, blood splashed everywhere, and instantly soaked his whole body in a pool of blood.

The surrounding demon servants all turned pale when they saw this scene.

Before today, Zhong Li was still a high priest of the Demon Emperor.

He is a big man of the entire Demon Race under one person and above ten thousand people.

But now...

Is that person lying in a pool of blood, even his face blurred with blood, really the former Demon Emperor Priest?

"LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL!!"

Suddenly, hysterical laughter came out of Wen Zhe's mouth.

His hunched body slowly stopped the spasms and stretched out.

A bloody face slowly lifted up and looked at the old man, "Master, in this way, what I owe you can be considered to be paid off?"