Chapter 500: Each with His Own Agenda

Ghostland.

The ghost kings were all shocked at the same time, no matter whether they were practicing in seclusion, planning to expand their territory with their subordinates, playing around, or doing nothing... all of them stopped what they were doing.

Some of them hurriedly pushed away the servants around them, some called out their spiritual magic weapons, some who were familiar with divination quickly calculated with their fingers, and some directly used the escape technique to flash under the sky.

Other evil spirits may know nothing about it, but as the actual landlords of the ghost realm, they can sense the changes taking place in the ghost realm.

The invisible but terrifying power belonging to the Ghost Lord that exists between heaven and earth has weakened.

Because the Ghost Lord had weakened for some unknown reason, the power of the Ghost Lord that bound them was greatly reduced.

The ghost kings were terrified.

Why did the Ghost Lord suddenly lose nearly half of his power?

Is the Ghost Lord about to fall? Or is he feigning weakness as a test to see who is loyal and who harbors evil intentions?

Anyway, it's a good thing.

As long as the Ghost Lord becomes weaker and his power drops to 20% of its original value, they will be able to break free from the Ghost Lord's constraints and become equal to the Ghost Lord.

Between evil spirits, there is only malice and devouring, conquest and submission.

At that time, a new round of competition will begin among the ghost kings. The old ghost lord will fall and the new ghost lord will take the throne. Great changes unprecedented in thousands of years will be born.

The eight ghost kings were terrified and began to get excited and get ready.

Some bold ghost kings have begun searching for the location of the ghost lord. Like ferocious sharks smelling blood, they swarm out and surround the injured whale, ready to pounce and bite it at any time.

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Jing chased him back to Jing's house.

The Jing family is an ancient and prestigious family in the Demon Realm. The family history is long and profound. It is said that they existed when the Demon God created the world.

The main family occupies a large oasis in the north, and the black castle covers hundreds of miles, and its scale is even more magnificent than the residence of the Demon Lord in Modu.

A huge stream surrounds the castle, and water, a precious resource in the desert, is just an ordinary thing here.

This Nuo Creek was originally a famous scenic spot in the Demon Realm. One of the ancestors of the Jing family liked it so much that he moved the Nuo Creek to a new location and moved it to his doorstep, making it his private property.

If you look closely, the architectural styles of the castles, big and small, of the Jing family do not seem to be uniform, and the placement of the forests, mountains, rivers and lakes seems a bit random, not quite in line with the laws of nature - this is normal, because these are "taken" by the Jing family from other demon families.

"The young master is back!"

The guards of the city lowered the bridge over the moat and happily announced the news.

Jing Zhui walked back to his residence under everyone's attention, planning his own affairs in his mind.

The master died suddenly, and the master's wife became a widow and has been taken back to her parents' home.

His assassination was done very well. The Demon Cave regarded the master's death as an accident and did not suspect him. Because he successfully completed the task, he was given a leave to visit his family.

He planned to tell his family and bring his master's wife home to marry.

Jing Zhui was lost in thought when he bumped into someone walking towards him.

"You blind brat, you didn't even know how to apologize after bumping into someone. Do you know who I am?"

Jing Zhui didn't want to pay any attention and wanted to keep walking, but the middle-aged man he bumped into was glaring at him and wanted to teach him a lesson.

Jing Zhui then raised his eyelids and saw that the man was tall and strong, with silver hair, and looked somewhat similar to him.

This area is the main house, and all those coming and going are the core bloodline of the Jing family. Jing Zhui is probably one of his uncles or cousins. He has a bit of face blindness and is too lazy to remember anyone.

He frowned: "Who?"

The middle-aged man probably also thought Jing Zhui's face was familiar. He crossed his arms, touched his chin, and frowned in the same way: "Who are you?"

As the two men faced each other, a dashingly beautiful woman with silver hair and black clothes came from the nearby cave entrance. She strode past them with a swift, powerful stride. Suddenly, she stopped and walked back to them. She looked at their faces, which bore some resemblance to hers, and asked in confusion, "Who are you?"

The three prosopagnosic patients were looking at each other suspiciously. A group of visitors followed Jing and finally caught up with him.

The leader trotted forward and knelt on the ground: "Demon Lord, Madam, this is the Young Master, your biological son!"

The middle-aged man's anger turned to joy: "Madam? My son?"

The beautiful woman in black suddenly realized: "Husband? My son?"

Jing Zhui's expression didn't change: "Mother, Father."

Jing Zhui had not met his parents many times. Before today's meeting, his father had been in seclusion for ten years and his mother had been in seclusion for fifteen years. The three of them had not seen each other for at least fifteen years. The Jing family worshipped power and were obsessed with cultivation, so their relationship with each other was so indifferent.

Father Jing kicked Jing Zhui away. Everyone looked up and saw Jing Zhui smashing an archway and disappearing into the clouds. After a while, Jing Zhui, with blood on the corner of his mouth, stepped into the void and appeared in front of his father again.

Father Jing was happy: "Not bad, my bones and muscles have become much stronger."

Before Jing Zhui could say anything, Jing Ma whipped him into the moat. At the bottom of the river, there were monsters with their mouths wide open waiting for food. Jing Zhui fell into the throat of one of the monsters. The monster closed its mouth and burped.

Everyone waited patiently, and soon Jing Zhui used his sword to break through the monster's carapace and escaped.

Mother Jing was satisfied: "My son has made great progress in the Demon Cave."

night.

To celebrate the Demon Lord and his wife coming out of seclusion and Jing Zhui returning home, the core family members of the Jing family sat together for a meal.

Everyone present was a pureblood, all with silver hair, and each of them wore black clothing. The styles of the black clothing were identical, as if they had been ordered from the same supplier to save trouble.

This is the family style of the Jing family. In order to squeeze out more time for cultivation, everything is kept simple.

In the past, Jing Zhui thought it was a waste of time and disdained to participate in such occasions, but today he had important information to announce, so he reluctantly showed up.

The food hasn't been served yet.

As the leaders of the family, Jing Ma and Jing Dad are discussing matters with their staff.

The guest officials in charge of foreign affairs complained bitterly, "The Dugu clan's ambitions are becoming increasingly rampant. Last month, they robbed twenty of our cities and looted countless resources, including spiritual mines, spiritual gardens, and monster farms. They simply don't take the Jing clan seriously."

"...But Patriarch Dugu has been quite favored by the Demon Lord recently. He must have received his instructions to so brazenly seize territory. Isn't it better for us not to clash with them for now?"

Father Jing was very impatient: "You bother me with such a trivial matter. Dugu is ignorant. Why not just find someone to kill his entire family?"

The guest asked cautiously, "What if we can't kill him?"

Jing Ma felt that these staff members were not as smart as she was. She really didn't know what they were doing. "If you can't win, just give them your territory. The winner will do evil, and the weak will bow down. What a simple principle."

"But I think we have a slight advantage in terms of fighting power. I don't even need to choose a day to fight Patriarch Dugu."