"What should I do if my husband is the future Demon King?" 1

22 : Died

A figure appeared in front of the cave.

The visitor was a handsome man wearing a light blue brocade robe, with handsome eyebrows, jade crown and hair, and a jade ornament on his forehead with a jade ornament on his forehead. His expression was cold, his eyes looked at Ning Zhezhou with a bit of scrutiny and carelessness, with the breath of a long-time superior, not a character that can be cultivated in a small place.

Ning Zhezhou's eyes dimmed, and he instantly understood that this person was not a cultivator from Tanglin Kingdom.

He is fairly proficient with the younger generation of cultivators in the Tanglin Kingdom, but he has never seen this person. In addition to the several killings of the cultivators from the Tanglin Kingdom after entering the Lintai Hunting Valley, he has noticed this time the terraced hunting valley is open, and many foreign practitioners are mixed in.

These foreign cultivators have a high level of cultivation. I don’t know what their purpose is. They came to Lintai Hunting Valley not for experience or treasure hunting, and even some resources that do not look at the Lintai Hunting Valley. In addition, many cultivators died in their hands. People suspect that they are only here for the pleasure of killing people.

As a disciple of the Tanglin Kingdom’s royal family, Ning Zhezhou naturally has the responsibility to protect the Dongling Kingdom cultivators. He happened to encounter a conflict between a few foreign cultivators and Tanglin Kingdom cultivators. He wanted to take action, but he knew that there was a Donglin government suddenly. When he was born, everyone rushed to this place, so he didn't have time to make a move and asked the purpose of these foreign cultivators.

The visitor examined it for a moment and said in a very determined tone: "Ningzhezhou of Ningshi, Dongling Ningshi."

Ning Zhezhou looked at him calmly and asked, "Senior?"

"Shengwu Temple, Yin Xinheng."

Ning Zhezhou's expression shifted slightly, and a turbulent wave rose in his heart, revealing some clues on his face.

Yin Xingheng showed a faint smile on his face and said, "I believe you should have heard of the name of the Saint Martial Hall. This time, I am waiting for the son of Saint Martial to come to Dongling to find the son of the Chosen."

Ning Zhezhou is not stupid. He understood what he meant in an instant, and said, "Am I the candidate for the chosen son of this time?"

"Exactly."

Ning Zhezhou looked at him uncertainly, without speaking for a long time.

***

The wind blew across the ground, making a low, shallow groan, lingering in the ears.

"Your Highness, Your Highness..."

Ning Yuzhou slowly opened his eyes, and the pain hit the sky with his sobriety, making him clearly feel the pain that the bones of his whole body were almost shattered. However, apart from pain, there is another strange experience.

He could finally feel the ubiquitous vitality in the air.

Seeing him wake up, Qianshou finally breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly took out a few more spirit pills and fed him, among them was the bone-shaping pills.