Secrets of the Nether Clan
He suddenly flew into a rage.
Uncontrollable!
Moreover … this kind of anger was like the eruption of a volcano, anger to the extreme.
The entire mystic realm began to shake violently.
At the same time.
The Transformer and Long Fei were almost blown away by a powerful gale of evil power. It was too powerful.
Yi Yourong couldn't bear it either. She released her strongest power. A phantom of a Dark Phoenix appeared on her body, protecting her.
"Dark Phoenix Body?"
"You're nothing!"
Ming Yue was furious.
The evil energy of the netherworld struck down like a bolt of lightning, shattering the shadow of the Dark Phoenix around Yi Yourong. Yi Yourong was sent flying and smashed heavily onto the ground.
"Pfft …"
Yi Yourong spat out a mouthful of blood.
Did I say something wrong?
Why was Elysian Moon so angry?
Lord Nether Dragon's physical body contained a powerful inheritance power. As long as he fused with it, he would obtain the power of the Nether Dragon who was once ranked number one on the Primordial Chaos List.
The rise of the Dark Clan wasn't hopeless.
But …
Why was Ming Yue so angry?
Yi Yourong crawled up from the ground with great difficulty and said, "If this disciple has done anything wrong, please punish me, milord."
"Wrong?"
"Hahaha …"
Elysian Moon laughed maniacally. "It's not just wrong. All of you are guilty. Moreover, your Dark Clan is like a bunch of brainless trash. "
He directly insulted the entire Nether Race.
And very angry.
Yi Yourong clenched her fists tightly and said in a deep voice, "If this disciple is in the wrong, you can punish me. Why did you insult the ancestors?"
"Hmph!"
Ming Yue coldly laughed and said, "Listening to slanderous words and killing a loyal official, should I be scolded?"
"The entire Nether Race was played in the palm of a single person's hand. Should we scold them?"
"A traitor of the Dark Clan has been worshiped and revered by you for generations. Should we scold him?"
Word by word.
Every word he said was filled with rage and cold killing intent.
Yi Yourong couldn't understand at all.
Although a trillion years had passed since the war between the Nether Clan and the Tian Clan, every disciple of the Nether Clan knew very well that it was a life and death battle.
At the same time.
It was also a massacre.
The Underworld Race was massacred by the Heaven Race.
Ming Yue coldly smiled and said, "How powerful was the Nether Clan in the past? They are the number one divine race in the Ancient World, and they rule over the entire Grandmist World. Half of the experts on the Grandmist List are from the Nether Race, and their warriors cultivate the ancient Nether Race's inheritance. How awe-inspiring is that? No one can defeat such a race. "
"But!"
"The Nether Race suffered a crushing defeat and was driven to the last man. They couldn't stay in the Ancient Era, and they couldn't stay in the Grandmist World either. They were like rats crossing the street. No, they were worse than rats. At least rats dared to cross the street, but you could only hide in your dog holes."
"Do you know why all of this happened?"
Yi Yourong shook her head and said, "No, no, I don't know."
Ming Yue said, "Because of the Nether Dragon. He's a traitor of the Nether Clan. Do you think he's dead? You worshipped him as the War God of the Netherworld Race and worshipped him for generations. Do you know that everything you have today is because of his betrayal? "
"What a joke …"
"Hahaha …"
"How ridiculous!"
Elysian Moon laughed angrily.
His laughter was filled with hatred.
It should be the only one who knows the truth.
Because …
It saw the Nether King killed by the Nether Dragon with its own eyes. It saw the Nether Dragon bring the Nether King's head to the Mystic Thearch of the Tian Race.
The fall of the Nether Dragon?
It was just a cover-up.
But …
What Ming Yue didn't expect was that the surviving descendants of the Nether Race would worship a sinner as a god, seeing him as the hope of the Nether Race's rise.
Pain.
Extreme pain.
Yi Yourong was stunned. "No, impossible, absolutely impossible. Lord Nether Dragon fought with the experts of the Tian Race for three days and three nights to cover the retreat of our ancestors. Without Lord Nether Dragon, no one from our Nether Race could escape the pursuit of the Tian Race. How could he be a traitor?"
"Furthermore, someone saw him being surrounded by more than a hundred experts of the Tian Race and finally falling."
"Bullshit!" Ming Yue angrily interrupted her and said, "All of this is just an act. Do you know what he wants? He wants the complete inheritance of the Nether Power. He wants the position of Nether King. "
Yi Yourong said, "But …"
Ming Yue shouted, "There are no buts. Did you find his grave? If my guess is not wrong, what you found was not his grave, but a trap he set. "
"That's not right!"
"This trap is not aimed at you!"
Suddenly.
Ming Yue seemed to have thought of something and trembled slightly, "This trap of his is not for you, but for me!"
"Nether Dragon, oh Nether Dragon, how sinister are you?"
Ming Yue roared towards the sky.
The endless aura of the Nether Power raged out once again.
Following that.
Ming Yue glared at Yi Yourong who was kneeling on the ground, and said: "Scram, scram out of here, and don't ever appear again!"
Yi Yourong said: "Master, perhaps all of this is a misunderstanding. Lord Nether Dragon really won't …"
She didn't believe it.
Because she couldn't believe it.
From the moment she knew all of this, the Nether Dragon was her idol, the God of War.
Not only her.
The entire Nether Race viewed the Nether Dragon as a god.
His position in the hearts of the descendants of the Nether Race had once surpassed that of the Nether King who had fallen without doing anything.
Now.
But to say that he was a traitor, a sinner of the Nether Race, Yi Yourong couldn't accept it.
"Scram!"
Ming Yue immediately roared. He didn't want to argue with Yi Yourong. To be exact, he couldn't be bothered to argue with Yi Yourong, because he didn't believe it either.
The Nether King's life and death brother had betrayed him.
However …
The truth was the truth. He had seen it with his own eyes. It was definitely not fake.
Furthermore, he also believed that the Nether Dragon was definitely not dead. The so-called tomb was definitely a trap.
Yi Yourong did not give up, and said: "Master, please help …"
"I, said, scram!"
"If, you, still, don't, scram, then, you, will, die, here!" His killing intent was abnormally strong, word by word, with a pause after every word.
On the altar.
Although Ming Yue was sealed by the altar, it was too easy for him to kill a person with his strength.
Yi Yourong's mind was almost unable to take it anymore.
Her body couldn't take it anymore.
The powerful Netherworld cold energy suddenly swept out.
"Boom!"
The wind howled, directly sweeping up Yi Yourong's body and sending it out of the secret realm. Yi Yourong couldn't control it at all.
When she was sent out of the secret realm.
Her mind was in a mess.
Her mind was a mess, she couldn't understand it at all.
Following that.
Yi Yourong's eyes tensed up, "Long Fei!"
Long Fei was still inside.
However …
Without waiting for Yi Yourong to rush into the secret realm, a powerful force attacked her. Before she could react, a cold sword was placed on her neck.
"Sister Yi …"
"Run!"
In an instant.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh, whoosh whoosh whoosh … *
Several black shadows descended and surrounded Yi Yourong.
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