Prison territory.

A strange-shaped palace, which seems to be a polyhedral with thousands of edges, seems to be a twisted ball, lying across the center of the prison tribe's territory.

"Everyone."

The magic inn in the shape of a purple gold beast trampled on forty-four hoofs and flew into the palace: "Everyone, based on the secret technique we imposed in the first eternal void origin, the human race Dongming is dead."

A gloomy voice slowly rang: "If you die, you will die. It is nothing more than the ignorant natives of this world."

Inside the palace, he returned to the dead silence.

It seems that there is a hell of the infinite, sinking here and suppressing the atmosphere.

"but."

Mo Yinhan sighed and said softly: "Tian Bian Shengwu is dead too."

That low voice suddenly exploded in the palace!

"What?"

"Why is Tian Bian Shengwu dead?"

And there were four sequential voices one after another, making anxious voices: "Tian Bian Shengwu has a very noble status, why did he die?"

Bangkang!

In the deep inside of the palace, a prison tribe, like a metal python, was shining with cold light all over the body, crawling out and roaring: "Tian Bian Shengwu is really dead? Mo Yinhan, I know you usually hate Tian Bian Shengwu, but you don't know his noble identity?"

"He's dead!"
Chapter completed!