Jiu Jianxian's words were like a thorn, piercing his eyes red, what Jiu Jianxian said was the truth, the people in the demon world were not in harmony, the kings of all clans were ambitious, and their colleagues were killing each other, if they really wanted them to help him fight against the heavenly realm, it was a fool's dream.

Using the Snake Clan's own strength against tens of thousands of elite soldiers in the Heavenly Realm was a game with no chance of winning.

He put down his hand on the enchantment, looked at the depths of the enchantment, and said, "It's good if you remember me, if you don't remember me, if you don't want to go back to the Snake King City, I'll accompany you here." Even if I have no chance of winning, I will definitely find a way to protect you, I can't make the entire demon world fight for you, but I can burn all the jade. I am the king of the demon world, the king of the snake clan, but aside from these, I am a son. Even if you never remember who I am anymore, you will always be my father. After speaking, he turned around and left, walked to the entrance of the Qiankun Realm, and flew out as a streamer.

When he left the Qiankun Realm, in the library pavilion, the old snake king stood behind the bookshelf, looking at the back of the library with heavy eyes, and his heart was heavy.

He walked out, bowed to the Wine Sword Immortal in a proper manner, and said, "Thank you seniors for your help." ”

The wine sword fairy squinted at him, and said inquiringly: "Why are you pretending to be crazy and stupid, although you are demonized, you still have memories as the snake king, why do you want to disguise?"

The old snake king sighed helplessly, and said in a deep voice: "If it weren't for that, how could Dongting let the snake clan go." ”

In that year, the East Court condemned the snake clan, the snake clan ushered in the catastrophe, the clan was killed, the snake clan withered, he became a demon in a rage, against the tens of thousands of heavenly soldiers in the East Court, shocked the Quartet, the matter alarmed the emperor, the emperor came forward to mediate, so that the snake clan was saved from the difficulty of extermination, but a demonized snake king must not stay in the demon world anymore, no matter what reason you demonize, the devil is the devil, and the world cannot tolerate him.

In order to prevent Dongting from angering the snake clan and his family because of his demon identity, he can only pretend to be crazy and stupid, cut off all contact with the past, no one knows, no one can recognize each other, even in the face of his closest relatives, he can only turn a blind eye and be a demonized monster.

After leaving the Snake King City, he was chased and killed by the heavenly soldiers, and after being chased by the Sword Immortal Pavilion, he was sealed in the Demon Elimination Rift, and the fire of the Demon Elimination Rift has been burning, and hundreds of years of burning can't burn the unwillingness in his heart.

"So many clansmen, just because the Devouring Demon Beast cried a little baby to fight for their lives, I will never forget, that day the cry of the Plains Hills and Valleys, thousands of snake clan disciples were driven to gather in the valley, the heavenly soldiers opened the heavenly thunder array, the tragic cry is still in my ears to this day It is difficult to disappear, the blood in the valley is like a river, even the stones on the ground are dyed red, those who died, are all my people, just because of the cry of a baby, why why?" With a roar, the old snake king cried out in sorrow, his thin hands covering his cheeks in pain, tears flowing down his fingers.

The wine sword fairy looked at him silently, let out a long sigh, raised his head and took a sip of wine, the liquor entered his throat, burning his internal organs like a raging fire, burning his whole heart unbearably.

The old snake king back then, for the existence of the snake clan, endured humiliation and burden, and lived not as good as a dog in front of Dongting, like a play, to please Dongting, but the result

The Emperor of the Eastern Court was like crushing an ant to death, easily deciding the fate of tens of thousands of snake clans.

(Markor Literature-)