In the thick clouds, in front of the golden hall, there were nearly a hundred Heavenly Clansmen kneeling in a row, as well as thirty or fifty spiritual cultivators.

These Heavenly Clan clansmen are all descendants of the Five Elements Clan, and like those dozens of spiritual cultivators, they are all unlucky people who were captured alive by the Thousand-Eyed Demon in the dark during the previous Thousand-Eyed Demon Raid in the middle of the night.

At the top of the steps of the main hall, hundreds of Thousand-Eyed Demon Great Chiefs sat proudly on the throne made of bones, squinting at these noble captives below, surrounded by tens of thousands of Thousand-Eyed Demons with more than a thousand eyes on their bodies.

On the empty plains around, countless slave soldiers who originally belonged to the Celestial Clan lined up in a neat line, looking at those Celestial Clans and spiritual cultivators with bleak faces with expressionless faces.

Hanshan Shaojun rode a strange beast shaped like a red deer and had a silver body, smiling lightly, and slowly rode through the military formation formed by these slave soldiers. After making some rounds, he urged his mount and headed for the golden hall.

His heart was filled with pride.

Of course, he also has the qualifications to be proud.

As one of the many young monarchs in the Divine Palace, Hanshan Shaojun is not like the crazy knife young monarch who fights and kills all day long, nor is he like the sneaky leather gentleman who ponders all kinds of conspiracies and tricks all day long, he has always acted in an orderly and orderly manner.

The part of the Divine Palace forces under his control stared at the slave army of the Five Elements Clan. For decades, he Hanshan Shaojun has almost become a bodhisattva in the hearts of these slave soldiers to save the suffering - of course, there is no concept of 'bodhisattva' in this world, but in the hearts of countless slave soldiers, Hanshan Shaojun is the only hope to save them from the Infernal Hell.

Hanshan Shaojun even found a secret way to break the ban on the soul of the Heavenly Clan, which could make countless slave soldiers escape from the control of the Heavenly Clan in a very short time.

It is with such confidence that Hanshan Shaojun was able to ascend to the heights during the war, and the slave army of countless Five Elements tribes fought back, making the Celestial Clan embarrassed, and there was an elite army with a large scale and an extremely fanatical and firm will to fight.

The Five Elements Clan was able to draw, and almost all the mobile legions gathered under the command of the Young Monarch of the Cold Mountain at this moment, which was a terrifyingly large legion.

The slave soldiers who were originally ragged were all dressed in neat Celestial Clan armor at this moment, holding excellent and extremely sharp celestial weapons, and many slave soldiers were also issued with various long-range attack weapons.

Look at the flying boats and battle forts that hovered over the array of these slave legions.

The soldiers are strong and strong, the equipment is excellent, the elite soldiers are like rain, and the generals are like clouds - the young monarch of Hanshan has issued a summoning order, and the masters of the Divine Palace under his command have already arrived, and there are thousands of masters who have ascended to the heavens and stepped on the heavens, which are just used to dominate this huge army.

Soldiers are brave, and with such a large army under his command, the words and deeds of Hanshan Shaojun are very different from those of previous days. Even the Great Chieftain of the Thousand-Eyed Demons, who had a large number of clansmen, was nothing more than that in the eyes of the Young Monarch of the Cold Mountain.

"Ladies and gentlemen, hehe, Miss Xiu'er has summoned us here, and it seems that she is going to make a big move. Jumping off the mount, surrounded by dozens of Divine Palace masters, Hanshan Shaojun sat on a big chair in the middle with a grin, his cold gaze was like a knife, and he glanced at the hundred great chiefs quickly.

The Great Chiefs of the Thousand-Eyed Demon laughed lukewarmly, their eyes flickering with cold light, and they looked up and down at the Young Monarch of the Cold Mountain.

From the bottom of their bones, these big chiefs look down on the young monarch of Hanshan.

A dignified male was actually pitted by a delicate female, and was forced to work for others!

The folk customs of the Thousand-Eyed Demon are special, and they look down on a male who suffers at the hands of a female.

So they just sneered a few times, and they didn't even have a person who greeted Hanshan Shaojun.

Seeing that these big chiefs were so cold, Hanshan Shaojun also sneered a few times, opened a large silver folding fan with a 'snap', and slapped it a few times. He was secretly ruthless in his heart, and when he cleaned up those Celestial Clans outside, he must make these Thousand-Eyed Demons look good.

A cold light flickered in his eyes, and Hanshan Shaojun remembered the urgent letter he had sent back to the Divine Palace last night.

He had already asked the upper echelons of the Divine Palace for help, and he had reported the value of these Thousand-Eyed Demons to the Divine Palace Higher-Ups by 1510, and he believed that those old monsters would definitely be interested in these Thousand-Eyed Demons.

The essence of the Divine Palace is unpredictable, how strong the cultivation of those old monsters is, and how many people there are, this is a secret that none of them can touch as a young monarch. But everyone knows that the foundation of the Divine Palace is very strong, very powerful, and hides countless masters!

Otherwise, the Divine Palace is the enemy of the Celestial Clan and the Spiritual Cultivator, and the Celestial Clan and the Spiritual Cultivator are chasing and killing the Divine Palace, and there is not enough background, how can the Divine Palace have a taste that has continued until now?

As long as a group of top masters of the Divine Palace came to reinforce him, Hanshan Shaojun would have the confidence to wipe out these thousand-eyed demons and give those Heavenly Clans outside a powerful look.

Of course, Hanshan Shaojun smiled subtly.

Now is not the time to launch.

Waiting, waiting with peace of mind, waiting for these Thousand-Eyed Demons and the Celestial Clan to bleed each other and let them exhaust their strength, this is the best chance for the Divine Palace to make a move.

Footsteps sounded, and Ying Xiu'er, who was full of spring light, walked out with swaying steps, surrounded by dozens of heavily armored generals, holding the arm of General Jiao.

General Jiao's face also rippled with a layer of spring light, he was wearing a set of armor with extremely strange shapes, which was very different from the popular styles of the Heavenly Clan and spirituality, and he wore a heavy helmet with hideous shapes and dense sharp horns, exuding a cold and murderous aura around his body, smiling, but no one in his eyes walked over.

Ying Xiu'er was still smiling and greeting Hanshan Shaojun and the big chiefs, while General Jiao, his gaze was thirty degrees to the sky, and he didn't look at Hanshan Shaojun and these big chiefs at all.

Hanshan Shaojun and the big chiefs snorted coldly at the same time, this time, the two sides were on the same camp.

A tall big chief, with only about two dozen fist-sized eyes flashing on his chest, and a compelling heat wave all over his body, laughed a few times, looked at General Jiao and said fiercely: "This ...... Male, who are you? Before, I haven't seen you!"

General Jiao snorted softly, raised his head expressionlessly, and watched seriously as a wisp of clouds slowly swept by the sky, without the slightest intention of paying attention.

The old face of the Great Chief suddenly tensed.

Among the hundreds of Great Chiefs present, this Great Chief was one of the oldest, and his cultivation was enough to rank among the top ten, and in the native world of the Thousand-Eyed Demon, this Great Chief was also quite famous.

General Horn was dismissive of him, and in the customs and folklore of the Thousand-Eyed Demon, this was considered a great insult, and it was almost equivalent to challenging the Great Chief to his face.

A thousand-eyed demon with more than three thousand tiny eyes and a height of more than ten zhang roared angrily, and he snatched it out in one step, swinging a halberd and slashing at the horned general's head.