Accompanied by the sounds of sighs and exclamations from the audience.
The memory scene of the Demon Sovereign seemed to reach its conclusion.
In the gloomy, dark image, the young Qingling Demon Sovereign slowly pushed the ice coffin into the large pit ahead.
He raised the Demon Sword, a hint of sorrow unexpectedly appearing on his indifferent, merciless handsome face:
"In the end, let me bid you farewell, Uncle-Master."
"Sorry, in the end, Qingling still betrayed you."
"There's no choice, Qingling doesn't want to gamble."
"In order to save the master back...."
"I want to pass this calamity without any risk! As for you....."
"Don't worry, my Demon Blood can not only heal the sword wound on your abdomen, but also mask the aura on your body!"
"Therefore, once I bury you, the Demon Emperor will find it hard to locate your traces!"
"Of course, Qingling also knows that when you wake up, you will undoubtedly hate me to the bone, but that's no problem."
"Because......"
