Chapter 2468: Detention of spiritual consciousness?

The Eastern Patriarch frowned.
As a Patriarch, he knows what he should do.
He also knows his responsibilities.
Especially as the Patriarch of the Dongfang Family, the Patriarch of this huge family that has guarded the edge of the Demon Realm for thousands of years, its significance is extraordinary.
"Father." Dongfang Zhi said suddenly.
"You..." The Dongfang Patriarch subconsciously scolded him coldly.
"Father, don't interrupt in a hurry." Dongfang Zhi smiled suddenly.
"It's a fact that Xiao Yi's little thief is dead now."
"In the previous demon sacrifice day, he ranked first, but since he is dead, his reward should be gone."
The Eastern Patriarch took a deep breath, "Zhi'er, I don't have the idle time to care about the Demon Sacrifice Day."
Dongfang Baijiao also frowned and said, "Second Miss, the Patriarch has already been devastated about this demon realm."
"The day when the sky changes is imminent, there has long been an inexplicable undercurrent surging in the Central Territory, and the Patriarch has already thought about it."
"Now that we have added this scourge, we will have to find a way to explain it to the Eight Palaces, and then we will have an explanation from all forces that are imminent."
"The Patriarch is exhausted, so please stop bothering the Patriarch, Second Miss."
"Dongfang Baijiao, shut up." Dongfang Zhi glanced, then looked at the Dongfang Patriarch.
"Father, if Zhi'er said, can Zhi'er solve this urgent need for you and share your worries for you?"
"Huh?" Dongfang Patriarch frowned and looked at Dongfang Zhi.
Dongfang Zhi smiled triumphantly, "If you want to go to the Demon Region to save people, Zhi'er naturally doesn't have the ability of her elder brother, nor the courage of Xiao Yi's little thief who is so courageous to find death on her own."
When it comes to Xiao Yi's little thief and the word ‘guts’, Dongfang Zhi is full of banter.
"But, I can let my father give an explanation to all forces."
"What?" Dongfang Patriarch asked.
Dongfang Zhi smiled, "It's very simple, Diro's life."
"One of the ten great monster races in the ancient times, the most outstanding tianjiao of the generation of the horrendous Jialuo clan, and the supreme monster of the future. His life is enough to explain."
The Dongfang Patriarch squinted, "Diro has already escaped back to the Demon Realm, how do you take his life?"
"He is in the Jialuo clan, and trying to kill him is no different from the difficulty of going to the Supreme City to save people."
"Where is your confidence?"
Dongfang Zhi chuckled, "Then it won't bother my father. In short, my daughter has a way."
"I will take his life before tomorrow morning."
"But there is one condition."
"When I asked my father before, my father had to promise me."
"Yes." Patriarch Dongfang thought for a while and nodded.
Dongfang Zhi arched his hands, "Father just wait for the good news from me."
...
A group of people, leave.
In the study, only the Eastern Patriarch and Eastern White Jiao were left.
"Huh." The Dongfang Patriarch exhaled deeply and rubbed his forehead.
"Patriarch," Dongfang Baijiao whispered, "The pressure that the Patriarch has been under over the years may far exceed the Patriarch of the past."
"The Patriarch has done his best to achieve this."
"According to the old man, everything is done as best as possible."
"Some things may not be changed at all."
The Dongfang Patriarch took a deep breath, and then sighed.
"This generation has Jinglei and me."
"Jinglei is the best martial arts genius of our Eastern family in history. He has such strength at his age.
"And I, although I am not as good as Thunder, but I am not much inferior."
"I thought that this generation of the Dongfang family, with me and two, would surely reach the peak of prosperity, and I could make the Dongfang family stronger and better."
"That group of monsters and evil animals, dare not come again."
"But now I know that this era has changed too fast; Jinglei and I are the best people in the previous generation, but they have encountered the most terrifying era."
"I...really tried my best." Dongfang Patriarch sighed heavily.
...
It was late at night, and deep in Dongfang's home, the weak sigh disappeared with the wind.
The bleak and cold night will never change a little because of this sigh.
Somewhere above the mountain near Dongfang home.
Dongfang Zhi stood on the top of the mountain.
That white robe swayed along with the night wind.
Looking at the deep cold night sky in the white clothes.
Perhaps, she had never feared this night sky or the darkness.
That white dress, even in the dark, is still dazzlingly white and flawless.
Her hand moved slightly.
The hands were emptied, but it seemed to be holding the big night.
In the space, a wisp of shadow slowly condenses.
It was a painful and distorted phantom with a terrifying expression.
"Dongfang Zhi?" A familiar cold voice.
That was the voice of Diro.
Diro looked at Dongfang Zhi in horror, "How...how could it be...wrong..."
"Dongfang Zhi, do you dare to detain my spiritual sense?"
Dongfang Zhi had a sneer on her face, "Is it true that you count yourself? I can let you go, and I can catch you back."
Dongfang Zhi's eyes were stunned, his hands were vacantly held, and the condensed phantom roared in agony.
tread…
Just at this moment, behind Dongfang Zhi, a footstep was heard in the darkness.
A Yingying figure walked out slowly.
"Dancing?" Dongfang Zhi frowned.
"Sure enough." Dongfang Wu stared at Dongfang Zhi and Diro's spiritual consciousness phantom in the air.
Dongfang Zhi sneered, "I should have thought, Wuer, you can guess what my confidence is."
Dongfang Dance frowned, "Sister can figure it out clearly, there are no hidden flowers, no people, never..."
"I know." Dongfang Zhi interrupted coldly.
Dongfang Dance said in a deep voice, "Sister should also know that if you really go out at this step, there will be no turning back."
"I know the price." Dongfang Zhi said coldly, "I know the price better than you, and you don't need to talk about it."
"For Mo You, everything is worth it."
Dongfang Zhi's hands became tighter, and his face became more and more ferocious.
Diro's phantom was almost distorted.
"Oh." Dongfang Dance sighed, she knew that she could no longer persuade her sister.
Dongfang Dance turned around and gradually disappeared into the night.
In the night wind, there was only another sigh.
Dongfang Zhi looked at the phantom spiritual consciousness coldly.
At this moment, beside Diro, a phantom condensed out of thin air.
"A human junior, wants to kill my grandson too? A joke."
With an old sneer, the figure stretched out his old palm to catch Diro's spiritual consciousness phantom.
However, the palm of his old hand was empty.
"Huh? No shore flower?" The old voice was horrified.
"Humph." A cold snort.
The old figure carried Diro's spiritual consciousness phantom and disappeared.
Dongfang Zhi's face became cold, "Monster Venerable? It is amazing, but no matter how good you are, you dare not step into the scope of my Dongfang family."
Dongfang Zhi sneered, holding a group of damaged spiritual consciousness phantoms in his hands.
"Hmph, what if I let you save it? My spiritual sense was nearly half torn off, enough for me to go back and give my father back to life."
"Now..." Dongfang Zhi looked into the distance, and beyond the scope of the Dongfang family, it was the vast demon territory under the night sky, terrifying and terrifying.
"Little thief Xiao Yi, I know that you are strong, and that you have a lot of those nine deaths. Everyone thinks that you will die, but you can always reappear in the most amazing way inexplicably."
"This time, I don't care if you die or not, the Jialuo clan will only put all the hatred and anger on you."
"Even if you can't die again this time, the Jialuo clan will not let you go."
"Hahahaha."
In the night breeze, the laughter was particularly harsh.
These laughter should be sweet and crisp.
Today, it is even colder than this night wind.
...
The vast night sky, eternally cold.
If the fallen star is really strong enough, then even if he has fallen under the afterglow of the setting sun, he will definitely rise again and cut through the cold night sky.
Some people may not be afraid of the darkness and the night sky.
But some people are destined to cut through the night, light up this night sky, and overturn the sky!
...
Holy land of ancient lions.
Boom...a loud sound.
A figure fell for an unknown period of time, and then crashed down. The loud noise was probably more violent than the shaking of the earth.
But in this deep geometric abyss that does not know the bottom, even the explosion seems to be extremely small, as if silent, it cannot be transmitted.
"Puff." Xiao Yi spouted out blood.
He supported his painful body and looked at the darkness around him.
"Here?" Xiao Yi gritted his teeth and held his palms down, but it was cold, "Huh? Mountain wall?"
"No, this mountain wall..." Xiao Yi frowned suddenly.
He heard Bai Xing say about this crack in Tianyuan.
According to Bai Xing, this is the grave that the Six-Pole Mad Lion hit with a punch before it fell.
But this dodge...
"This is definitely not a fist." Xiao Yi touched the mountain wall and narrowed his eyes. "This is a sword mark."
"In the world, who can cut such a terrible sword?"
...
Fifth more. (burst)
Update today, over.
Today is even more here, tomorrow is the last day of the end of the month, there will definitely be more outbreaks.
I hope it can be updated earlier. If it is not early, it can only be updated in the early hours of the morning.
I have always turned upside down day and night, this is nothing.
Good night, everyone.