Prehistoric: Unlimited Opening Crit

Chapter 87 In the Hall of the Demon Master, hit Kunpeng, and the Biyou Palace shook!

“I don’t know if your Majesty is here, the poor Dao has missed a long way, and I hope to forgive him!”

In an instant, Kunpeng stepped out of the hall of the demon master, with a respectful expression on his face, cupped fist with both hands, and said.

“No problem, Kunpeng fellow daoist is welcome!”

“I have nothing to do, I just walk around!”

“What? The Kunpeng fellow daoist doesn’t plan to invite me in and sit down?”

“Your Majesty, where is this? Come on, please inside, please inside!” Kunpeng said with a strong smile and averted the way.

Seeing this, Di Jun didn’t hesitate, and walked towards the Demon Master Hall with his feet raised.

Not far away, Kunpeng looked at Di Jun’s back, and a feeling of non-second was born in his heart and muttered: “It’s over, isn’t this Di Jun suspecting Poor Dao?”

“Kunpeng fellow daoist, why don’t you leave?” Di Jun turned around and looked at Kunpeng dumbly in place, and couldn’t help but ask.

“What’s the situation with Kunpeng? Why is he always absent-minded?”

“Could it be…!”

Just as Dijun was speculating in his heart, Kunpeng walked over and waved his hand, and asked, “Your Majesty, what do you think?”

“So absorbed?”

“Is there something on your mind?”

“If there is any difficulty, your Majesty may speak up, as long as the poor Dao can help, he will definitely not refuse!”

Looking at Kunpeng with calm eyes and no flaws in front of him, Di Jun rubbed his eyebrows and said: “I may be too tired to go to the west this time. Just rest and rest. It makes Kunpeng fellow daoist worry!”

“Your Majesty, what’s this? If you are sleepy, you can rest here in Pang Dao!”

“Other Poor Dao may not be able to help your Majesty much, but Poor Dao can still share the worries for your Majesty for such trivial matters!”

If it hadn’t been for the pursuit and killing of quasi-promotion and enticement, Emperor Jun would have been deceived by Kunpeng’s corner of his mouth.

Walking into the center of the Demon Master Hall, Kunpeng said towards the first cupped hands: “Your Majesty, please!”

After Emperor Jun sat down, Kunpeng took out two more cups of tea from nowhere.

“Your Majesty, this is made by soaking a Spiritual Roots tea that Pian Dao accidentally obtained when he traveled to the Northern Ming Dynasty!”

“For a sleepy person like you, it’s perfect!”

“…!”

As Kunpeng’s voice fell, Di Jun said with interest, “Huh? Something that can be praised by Kunpeng fellow daoist is definitely not a common product!”

“In that case, I will try it!”

I saw that Dijun picked up a cup of tea, put it under his nose and sniffed it a few times, and said: “It’s not bad, not bad, it is really good tea. Even if I smell it like this, there is an unexplainable smoothness in my body, even The sleepiness of the whole body has also been relieved a lot!”

“It is not in vain to get the following praise from your Majesty, and the birth of this strain of Spiritual Roots is not in vain!”

Di Jun glanced at Kunpeng, who was slapping his beard and slapped his horse, and muttered inwardly: “This guy, when he encounters a problem, he won’t get rid of it!”

“It’s fine now. I’m afraid that all the monster races in Heaven Court are not as good as you!”

However, there must be demons when things go normal.

As everyone knows, the more Kunpeng looks like this, the more he begins to doubt Di Jun’s heart.

Right now, Di Jun didn’t want to break this layer of gauze either.

After all, most of the current demons are carried by Kunpeng from the land of the North Ming!

If Kunpeng is dealt with now, I am afraid that the demon race in the land of the north will not let it go.

Although Dijun had demon banners in his hands, he was not afraid of them resisting at all.

But sometimes, force is not the only way to solve the problem.

To persuade people with reason is the kingly way.

The purpose of Emperor Jun’s visit this time is to beat Kunpeng so that he will be more interesting in the future.

Seeing Dijun tasted a sip of tea, he suddenly felt a clear spring, from his throat, all over his body.

Even the sleepiness in the body disappeared in an instant.

Seeing this, Di Jun couldn’t help but flash in his eyes, and asked curiously: “Kunpeng fellow daoist, this tea is made by soaking in Spiritual Roots!”

On weekdays, Di Jun was very tired by clamoring about trivial matters of the demons every day. Now that it is rare to have such a peculiar tea, he couldn’t help but make Di Jun want to ask Kunpeng for some.

Kunpeng didn’t know the meaning of Dijun’s words.

“If your majesty loves it, there are still some stocks here in Pang Dao, which can be taken away by your majesty!”

Seeing that Kunpeng is so sensible, Di Jun said with embarrassment: “What a shame, this is the chance of a Kunpeng fellow daoist…!”

Before Emperor Jun finished speaking, Kunpeng hurriedly said: “What’s the matter, it’s rare that this tea can relieve your majesty’s fatigue, and it can be considered to have exerted its effect!”

“Besides, your Majesty works day and night, and the poor way can’t help…!”

As Kunpeng’s voice fell, Di Jun pretended to be reluctant and said, “In this case, I won’t be polite to you!”

“Where, where, as a demon master of the demon race, how can you not think about it for your majesty!”

After saying this, Kunpeng’s sleeve robe waved, and hundreds of tea leaves were revealed in front of Emperor Jun.

See this scene.

Di Jun was not polite. It is rare to get something out of Kunpeng. How could Di Jun miss it.

I saw Dijun put the tea in front of him into his body and yawned: “Kunpeng fellow daoist, it’s too early, I won’t bother you to clean up!”

Looking at the back of Emperor Jun leaving, Kunpeng hurriedly bowed his waist, cupped fist with both hands and said, “Send your majesty!”

Who would have thought that it would be good if Kunpeng didn’t speak. When he spoke, Di Jun immediately stopped at the door of the Demon Master Hall.

Kunpeng looked at the stopped figure of Di Jun, and couldn’t help muttering in panic: “What’s the situation? There will be nothing wrong with this Di Jun, right?”

at this time.

The Emperor Jun, who turned his back to Kunpeng, said in a deep voice: “Kunpeng fellow daoist, I know, in your heart, you are still unwilling to the things of the year!”

“However, if time can come back again, I will still do that, not for other things, just because the demon clan will not be slaughtered by the witch clan!”

“Besides, you remember that I still said what I said. As long as you are obedient and obedient, I can return your soul instantly; but if you are not obedient, please don’t blame Pin Dao for turning your face against you!”

“Especially in the current prehistoric continent, the Lich War is about to start!”

“If you still have other things in your mind, imagine the consequences for yourself!”

“This is what I said today, please think about it!”

When the voice fell, Di Jun lifted his foot from the Demon Master Hall and walked away.

Only Kunpeng was stunned in the same place. After a long time, he returned to his senses and muttered: “Di Jun, didn’t you know that I had leaked the secret?”

Thinking of this, Zhunti yelled angrily: “Zhunti, you old bald donkey, dare to betray the poor Dao, and wait for the poor Dao!”

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at the same time.

On Jin’ao Island in the East China Sea.

Originally, today was the day when the Master Tongtian opened his door to preach, but who would have thought that it was when tens of thousands of cultivators came to listen to the preaching.

A loud noise, in vain, resounded from inside the Biyou Palace.

Rumble!