Chapter 842 The Supreme Appears
When the Demon Lord saw Ji Wenyi, he remembered the fight between Sikong Qing and Ji Weiming last night, and his expression became a little embarrassed.
The final outcome last night was that Sikong Qing was punished with confinement and Ji Weiming was handed back to the Divine Realm for disposal. However, I heard that Ji Weiming is no longer under the control of Ji Wenyi.
The Demon Lord wanted to ask Ji Wenyi if he was okay, but it was obvious that Ji Wenyi did not look well.
Not only did Ji Weiming's family scandal become public, bringing him shame, but recently the Qianji Sect also had bad predictions about Ji Wenyi. Ji Wenyi was a little exhausted from dealing with it, so the Demon Lord hesitated to speak.
Fortunately, Ji Wenyi didn't seem to want to communicate with anyone, so it couldn't be considered as a breach of etiquette on the part of the Demon Realm.
After Ji Wenyi took his seat, two streaks of light as bright as the morning sun swept across the horizon. Although they were not as grand as the Divine Emperor's ceremonial procession, they still had a rolling canopy and numerous attendants, making for a very grand occasion.
The light flowed behind Ji Wenyi and stopped at the camp of the gods. One on the left and one on the right, they occupied one side according to their status. They were Jiaying and Ji Weiming.
Ji Weiming looked a little haggard.
Sikong Qing's cultivation is higher than Ji Weiming's. When Sikong Qing beat him last night, he not only attacked Ji Weiming's body, but also deliberately tore Ji Weiming's face to make him unable to have a fever. Therefore, Ji Weiming had some scars on his cheeks and mouth.
The wounds caused by the spell could not be healed in a short period of time, so he could only apply thick powder on his face to cover the wounds.
Fortunately, the gods consider elegance and agility as beauty, and men have the tradition of applying lightly scented powder and taking elixirs to maintain fair skin. Ji Weiming's attire adds a bit of elegant and graceful style to him.
I can't believe she got beaten because she was a mistress.
The Demon Lord saw that Ji Weiming also seemed to be hesitant to speak. Logically, he should greet him, but he felt it was better not to speak.
After Ji Wenyi, Ji Weiming, and Jiaying sat down, they acted like strangers without any communication with each other. In the cold atmosphere, it did not seem that the Demon Lord lacked the hospitality of the host.
Ji Weiming and Jiaying were immersed in their own thoughts.
Last night, Ji Weiming was beaten for no reason by Sikong Qing's men in front of a huge crowd of onlookers. After the beating, Sikong Qing grabbed his collar and warned him that family conflicts must be resolved internally and that he should not tell anyone about his bad words and affect Ye Xiaoman's reputation.
Ji Weiming had never suffered such a great humiliation in his life. After returning, he was subjected to several vicious sarcasm from Ji Wenyi. The Taoist priest could no longer do anything and was so angry that he could not sleep all night.
He stayed up late to call people over, wanting to get rid of the love Gu in Ye Xiaoman's body, but was told that Sikong Qing's method could not break it for the time being, which made him even more angry.
But then he thought again, Ye Xiaoman would rather endure the risk of losing her life to the love poison than not fall in love with him. This was a beating for love. Even if it left a scar, it was a mark of deep love. Suddenly he was no longer angry.
Ji Weiming smiled, which pulled the scar at the corner of his mouth, causing a little pain, and he put away his smile.
The fighting scene below has been set up. It is not yet time for the geniuses to enter, so it is empty everywhere. He is waiting expectantly for Ye Xiaoman to appear.
Jiaying glanced coldly at Ji Wenyi's back, who was standing in front of him.
He and Ji Wenyi had secretly fallen out, but in public they would still sit together in order to show the unity and stability of the Divine Realm.
He had already made plans, and following Qianjimen's prophecy, he asked Yongning Temple to issue a manifesto, presenting all kinds of evidence of Ji Wenyi's crimes that had wrought hatred among the people and heaven, in an attempt to incite interested parties to force Ji Wenyi to abdicate.
It can be said that Ji Wenyi's subsequent hardships were helped by both Shi Zaixing's strength and his help.
As for Ji Weiming, who was sitting far away on the other side of him, Jiaying was too lazy to even look at him.
Some dirty men are afraid that if they look at her for one more moment, they will be struck by bad luck and need to get their eyes treated.
He lowered his head and checked the message Ye Xiaoman sent him.
Ye Xiaoman had tried the same trick with Ji Wenyi and Ji Weiming, and she tried it again with Jiaying.
[I've told you before that Ye Xiaoman is a friend of mine. She even stayed in our house during your visit to Qing Zhengzong during his poisoning.]
[She looks a bit like me. Don't mistake me for her when she appears later.]
The name Ye Xiaoman has appeared quite frequently in Jiaying's life recently. I still remember that she was framed by Jing Zhui and replaced Yan Xia with the honor of being number one on the Tianbang.
Jiaying was indifferent to everyone except Jiao Yanxia. After reading this message, he didn't take it to heart.
Flipping through the messages, Yan Xia did not accept his invitation to go on vacation to the Demon Realm. She said that she had to work and was very busy at her part-time job and could not leave, so they could only meet after the competition was over.
Jiaying asked her where she worked part-time, but she didn't respond.
Jiaying suddenly felt very lonely and bored, so he could only focus on his career. He was invited by the Demon Lord to attend the competition.
Along with the roars of thousands of monsters, the clear cry of a phoenix suddenly rang in my ears.
A colorful phoenix with a wingspan of a thousand feet broke through the clouds and cast a thick black shadow on the ground.
On the back of the Divine Phoenix, the Demon King and his family of three stood on the wind, their clothes fluttering in the wind, showing their majestic demeanor as great demons.
The Demon King stood at the head of the Seven-Colored Divine Phoenix, followed by the Great Demon King's husband and Yue Mushan.
She was dressed in a Miao costume with a black background and gold embroidery. The front of the gown had silver buttons and the pleated skirt was embroidered with ancient totem patterns. A bone hairpin was simply inserted diagonally in her bun.
Time has carved a few fine lines at the corners of her eyes, but it has also added to her aura of majesty without any anger.
Her calm gaze swept over the Demon Lord and God Emperor who had arrived earlier. The majesty accumulated over thousands of years was as high as a mountain. The latter both respectfully bowed to her as juniors, and she nodded lightly in response.
The Emperor and the Demon King are wearing the same couple's shirt.
He was not good-looking, but he had a sturdy build and an extraordinary bearing. As a powerful demon with an illustrious record of battle, it was no problem for him to accompany his wife to such a grand gathering. He inspected the spacious venue with a cheerful expression.
As always, Yue Mushan didn't like to show up in public. He had a thin blue and white cloth embroidered on his head to cover his face. The boy's facial features were faintly visible under the cloth, which aroused people's imagination. He did not lose the strange beauty of the demon god's bloodline.
"唳——"
The Divine Phoenix cried out, and its wings stirred up gusts of fragrant wind. It carried the Demon King and his family and slowly landed on the viewing platform belonging to the demon world.
The Demon King waved his hand casually, and three long beds made of the skeletons of ancient ferocious beasts appeared out of thin air, and a demon fire barrier appeared around them.
The family of three slowly walked up to the viewing platform. The phoenix folded its wings, chirped humbly to the Demon King, and disappeared into the illusory space.
Ji Wenyi, Ji Weiming and Jiaying all looked at Yue Mushan at the same time.
The boy is full of youthful energy, and his arms and ankles outside his clothes are soft and white. Is this enough to win the favor of women?
A trace of contempt flashed in the eyes of the three people at the same time. If she becomes a mistress before her fur has fully grown, sooner or later her demon skin will be peeled off and used as a fur foot pad.
Ji Wenyi showed no emotion, he just glanced at her and then looked away indifferently.
Ji Weiming recalled the insults Yue Mushan had said to him during the call and frowned slightly.
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