In a huge palace that is slightly dark.

The Demon Lord Youquan is sitting in the main seat.

In the palace, a man from the devil was laughing and talking.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

A thin old man with a sinister look laughed and said with excitement: "Haha, this time, I, the only one who can climb the secret realm is the first to reach the Youquan Demon Sect. With Zhuo'er's cultivation and the Ao Jian Kuang Sword, you will definitely gain something!"

"Not bad, haha!"

Another elder of the Demon Sect also smiled repeatedly at this moment: "In addition, don't forget that this time, the senior brother of the sect also invited the Black Evil Demon Flag in his hand. It is sure to be foolproof in that small secret realm!"

The Demon Lord Youquan smiled slightly, nodded, and said, "Zhuo'er's cultivation level is only one step away from condensing the golden elixir, but he can enter the secret realm and hone it hard. If he can gain something, it is not difficult to advance to the golden elixir, hahaha, huh?!"

Suddenly, the laughter of the Demon Lord Youquan stopped abruptly!

His expression suddenly changed!

Wow!

He vomited blood suddenly!

His face became extremely ugly!

"Senior Brother!"

"Sect Master!"

"this!"

Suddenly, a famous elder of the Demon Sect was shocked and wanted to step forward quickly.

"No, no obstacle!"

The voice of the Demon Lord Youquan sounded, and he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a huge anger appeared in his eyes!

His face was even more gloomy and terrifying!

The thin old man with a sinister look asked, "Senior Brother, what happened?!"

"Zhuo'er, dead!"

The Demon Lord Youquan said in a deep voice: "Even the strand of soul that I attached to the Black Evil Demon Flag was destroyed!"

"What?!"

Hearing this, the elders of Youquan Demon Sect only felt their heads buzzing, and they were shocked!

"how so!"
Chapter completed!