Chapter 287 Memory Recovery

At the same time, in the Demon Realm.

At the junction of the four realms, on top of countless dark and majestic peaks, a gorgeous palace was suspended in the air, with a strong and terrifying aura spreading out, heading eastward. The invisible ancient gate gradually became staring, and countless sharp winds and lightning surged dangerously in it.

And near this gate, countless demon armies surrounded it, and the terrifying and cold power surged and spread out. They each took their own master as the leader, and there was a faint aura of mutual repulsion.

At this moment, there were only three demon lords here, and the Northern Demon Lord Bei Mo Li had not yet appeared, but was temporarily led by his generals, and the other three demon lords were each the leader.

A wisp of green smoke slowly rose up, and the delicate smoke was gently held by the slender jade-like fingers. The beautiful and peerless Southern Region Demon Lord Nan Yanlou was leaning on her chair.

"If we had completely broken the imprisonment of Lin Moyuan and captured Youzhou City before, we wouldn't have to squat here at this moment, waiting for the high priest to open up a new path?"

The voice of the Southern Region Demon Lord was lazy and weak, revealing a sense of carelessness. Obviously, she was about to go to the human race, but she was still leisurely and not nervous at all.

The Eastern Region Demon Lord Dong Lihai was very sensitive to these words. After all, he sacrificed 100,000 demon army in that battle. Although he got a little compensation later, he was still irritable in his heart, and he always felt that the high priest was getting more and more anxious.

It's only been a year, and he wants to attack the human race to negotiate. What exactly does he want to do?

The East Region Demon Lord couldn't figure it out, but he couldn't disobey the order of the Demon Tribe's High Priest. The Demon Tribe has always respected the strong, and the High Priest is the strongest person in the Demon Tribe.

So the East Region Demon Lord, who was already in a bad mood, heard the words of the South Region Demon Lord at this moment, and always felt that this guy was taking the opportunity to cause trouble.

So the Eastern Demon Lord's powerful gaze fell on her: "What do you mean by that? Do you think the arrangements made by the high priest were wrong?"

The Southern Demon Lord gently shook his cigarette: "No, how could I blame the high priest? I just think it was not thorough enough."

She looked at the Western Demon Lord with charming eyes and smiled, who had no demonic manners at all. His long golden hair was flowing down. Even in the demon realm, he was still noble and elegant, and his handsome and dazzling appearance was as dazzling as the sun.

"I wonder what the Chongyun Demon Lord thinks?"

She called softly, and the Western Demon Lord, who was closing his eyes to rest, slowly opened his eyes. He was more casual than the Southern Demon Lord, and there was a hint of sleepiness in his eyes.

"Just follow my orders."

He was listless, leaning back in his chair, half-closing his eyes, looking drowsy, as if he didn't want to get involved in their dispute.

The Eastern Demon Lord glanced at him and snorted coldly, "Sleep, sleep, sleep. All he does is sleep all day long. People who don't know him would think he's a sleepyhead! "

The Southern Demon Lord didn't care, as he had been like this for a while.

"Come to think of it, not long ago, our noble saint seemed to beg the high priest and the Bei Moli family to go to the human race to save her master." The

Southern Demon Lord took a puff of cigarette, and a bewitching white mist overflowed from his lips, blurring his exquisite and gorgeous face, making it even more alluring.

When the Demon Lord of the North and the Demon Lord of the West went to Dengxian City to rescue people, the Demon Lord of the West found that the powerful human beings who were participating in the Immortal Alliance Conference were about to come out, so he left decisively without any lingering fight.

However, the Demon Lord of the North left a step slower for their noble demon saint Luo Yuyang. When he was about to leave, the powerful human beings were about to break his space teleportation.

As a result, Bai Wuchen's sword came too timely and directly stunned the group of powerful human beings around him.

So it can be said that the Demon Lord of the North and Luo Yuyang were able to escape, all thanks to Bai Wuchen's sword.

Then Luo Yuyang, who had originally despaired of her master, seemed to have a glimmer of hope in her heart.

Her master didn't care about her so much, otherwise he wouldn't help them and let them escape.

So Luo Yuyang was happy again after encountering this catastrophe. Only when she saw the injured Bai Xue and thought of her senior brother Zhou Jinshu and the demon general Yun Fei who died to save her, she would feel pain and awaken the hatred in her heart.

Unfortunately, not long after, she fell into a more painful and angry mood, because the master who saved her was actually beaten by the people of Yunmiao Sect and his cultivation was abandoned. Luo Yuyang was immediately hurt and fainted when she knew about this.

When she woke up again, the hatred and sorrow in her heart made the demon unable to ignore. She was heartbroken and begged the Demon Lord of the North Territory and the high priest to save her master, but unfortunately she was rejected.

I don’t know what the Demon Lord of the North Territory said to her. She gave up at first and became the saint of the demon clan.

The Demon Lord of the Southern Region sighed softly and said with a smile: "It is said that our demon race is cold and ruthless, but the human race is no worse. They just discarded a great master in the fusion stage, and their means are extremely cruel."

This incident surprised her greatly. It was really too straightforward.

Even the Sword Sect, the force behind Bai Wuchen, didn't say a word?

The Demon Lord of the Southern Region didn't understand the thinking of the human race. If it were her, she would definitely find a way to make use of the waste. How could she just throw away a great master in the fusion stage?

The Eastern Demon Lord sneered: "Isn't that a bad thing? The internal strife of the human race is more advantageous to us without a fusion-stage cultivator." The Western Demon

Lord raised his eyelids and said lazily: "I heard that the waste seemed to have been rescued by someone. It shouldn't be our turn, right?"

The Southern Demon Lord covered his mouth lightly and smiled: "You could have kept quiet, but why did you call him waste? After all, he was on the same level as us."

"But it's not wrong. Who would save him now? He is completely worthless. I used to admire his face, but after losing his cultivation, he is really not challenging and too boring."

The Southern Demon Lord smiled seductively, but his eyes were cold and ruthless.

"I really don't know who would work so hard to kidnap him from a person in the Fusion Stage and the late Spirit Severing Stage..."

The mastermind behind Bai Wuchen's kidnapping was indeed unimaginable, but the person who did it was not as strenuous as they imagined. For him, it was a piece of cake.

In an extremely magnificent secret palace.

The man was wearing a washed-out robe and had a friendly smile on his face. He threw the always arrogant and indifferent Wuqing Immortal Venerable to the ground like dragging a dead dog, and uttered a muffled groan. He

walked nonchalantly towards the throne in the hall, sat on the throne in a casual and unrestrained manner, supported his chin with the back of his hand, and looked at Bai Wuchen who was kneeling on the ground with a smile.

"Long time no see, your memory has recovered, right?"