Seeing that Sanskrit was not up to the task, Tao Yao only felt that the pain in her temples was unbearable.

No wonder Phoenix Nu knew that Fanyin was still alive, but she also entrusted her with the task of revitalizing the demon clan, and she knew best that the demon clan had produced a group of unreliable demons.

This is when she left Tao's house blindly, she also speculated cleverly that Shangxian had to ask her to return to the secluded capital with Fanyin, because she was afraid that Fanyin would make trouble with the demon clan as soon as she came back, and the reason why Shangxian was relieved that she and Fanyin came to Youdu together was because he was sure that Fanyin would not make much noise.

Is it?

It seemed like this, but she always felt that something was wrong.

Tao Yao looked at Fanyin again, her eyes were unblinking, and she looked at him deadly: "Sanmao'er, did my master say something when he played chess with you?"

"He said—" Fan Yinton, holding back his voice, shook his head a little weakly, "The poor monk promised Peach Blossom Jun not to say anything."

Tao Yao hooked her lips: "So, my master does have an agreement with you?"

"......" Sanyin's expression cracked for a moment.

Is this impossible to act?

"Let's go, Sanmao'er."

"Huh?"

Tao Yao glanced at the stunned Fanyin in disgust, she didn't ask because she was sure that Fanyin couldn't say it, but there were some things, she didn't have to say it, she couldn't figure it out,

She walked up and walked into the hidden capital, and Fanyin came back to her senses and quickly followed.

"Sanmao'er, a thousand years ago, did the demon clan all live in the secluded capital?"

Sanskrit shook her head, "No."

"Huh?"

Sanskrit evoked a shallow smile reminiscing about the past: "A thousand years ago, the demon clan was prosperous, and within the Three Realms, where could I go? For example, my king loves to run the wind the most, and Zeyu, who is mostly in Chongquan."

"Is that the big demon who invited you to eat fish and drink?"

Sanskrit pouted: "It's just a dragon that can't walk a good way."

This tone...... Tao Yao thought thoughtfully: "It shouldn't be your love, right?"

Sanskrit immediately exploded: "Nonsense!"

I'm so excited, I'm afraid it's true.

"I understand, I understand~"

Sanskrit refused to let Tao Yao fool the past: "The poor monk and the tumbler are innocent, and the female benefactor should not talk nonsense."

"Tumbler? Haha......" Tao Yao laughed heartily, "Who is so talented and has such a good name?!" Sanmao, if you have the chance, you must let me see how he walks."

「……」

The secluded capital in winter is silent, except for the laughter of Taoyao, which is loud and clear. She suddenly stopped laughing, and looked into the distance, but there was not a single little demon in the dead branches and leaves.

"Sanmaoer, where is that tumbler now?"

If she can live, she may want to save her, with the love demon by her side, she may be able to call Fanyin this guy to use it at the top.

However, Sanskrit whispered, "He's dead. After the death of my king, the demon clan was defeated like a mountain. Gods and humans traveled all over the Three Realms and captured the entire demon clan to the hidden capital.

The immortals stood in the clouds, watching the human cultivators peel the bones and cramp the demon clan, and break the abdomen. And among the four demons behind my king, Ze Yu was the first to die."

Tao Yao wanted to ask again, but suddenly her heart twitched like an electric shock, and the exquisite mirror flew out of her sleeve and stood up in the air: "Little demon, you are really lying to the mountain master!"

"Shhh

The mountain lord became more and more angry: "You said that you were going to Tao's house to steal the demon pill, but you disappeared for a long time, and the mountain lord called you repeatedly with the exquisite mirror, but you turned a deaf ear. Little demon, this time, no matter what you say, the mountain master will kill you!"

Although Tao Yao was in pain to death, she still tried her best to refute: "Lord Mountain, let's be reasonable, when did you call me with the Linglong Mirror?"

The mountain lord suddenly retracted his anger and said coldly: "The little demon who is used to talking nonsense, the mountain lord will no longer listen to your rhetoric, today, the mountain lord will kill you to set the record straight!"

The mountain lord's voice was about to fall, and Tao Yao felt that her heart was about to be crushed. When she couldn't stand it anymore, she only heard a cold snort from Sanskrit, and the remnants of the pheasant in the exquisite mirror were shattered into slag in an instant.

The mirror fell into the snow.

Then, the Sanskrit voice was raised, and the sound was so loud that it could reach the entire secluded capital: "This seat has returned, why don't you come and see it soon?"

In a quarter of an hour, perhaps half an hour, the demon beasts of the hidden capital, either from the sky or from the withered ice and snow, rushed at such a speed that it was jaw-dropping.

And the number of demon beasts is so large that Tao Yao is very amazed, less than half an hour, in the lonely sky, it actually shows the majesty of ten thousand demons.

Tens of thousands of little demons lined up in a regular matrix at the border of the hidden capital, and they all bowed down to Sanskrit.

This situation and this scene, and the so-called crying and mourning meeting that the owner of the pheasant mountain bought in the sheep intestine mountain, is really a small thing.

It can be seen that the hidden capital is not free of fierce monsters such as jackals, tigers and leopards, but because they can't look down on a pheasant to dominate the king, they are hidden.

Seeing the opportunity, the mountain lord took the lead in flapping his wings and rushing to the front, bowing to the Sanskrit sound, with a chicken face, half of the side was apprehensive, half of the side was flattering, and he reluctantly raised his voice and said: "Yurui leads the ten thousand demons in the secluded capital, knock to see Lord Fanyin."

Sanskrit frowned, pondered for a long time, and asked, "Who is Yurui?"

"......" The mountain lord was embarrassed, but he didn't lose his temper, but licked his face and said, "Lord Fanyin has not been in the secluded capital for a long time, so I can't remember who the little demon is. In the past, the little demon used to walk around the Phoenix Maiden."

The mention of the pheasant made Sanskrit suddenly realize: "This seat remembers, you are the little pheasant who serves the Phoenix Girl."

"......" The mountain lord couldn't stop laughing.

Not only that, but the fierce demon beasts who came to worship Sanskrit also grinned and sneered with disdain.

For these powerful demon beasts, the demon clan is lonely, and it is an extremely uncomfortable thing to think about it because of a pheasant in the huge secluded capital.

However, if it is not the pheasant who is the owner of the mountain, who should do it? There is no big demon in the dark capital, it makes no difference whether it is made by a pheasant or a tiger.

It's a pity that the pheasant can't see the undisguised mockery on the face of the fierce demon beast.

There was even a hint of displeasure in its eyes because of Sanskrit's words.

For thousands of years, the pheasants are all mountain owners, and the little demon beasts of the mountain lord in the past are known in the quiet capital, and the little demon beasts that surrender to it, are respectful every day, and they are afraid that the pheasants will forget who they are.

The pheasant raised his paws, leaned his head forward slightly, and whispered, "That, Lord Fanyin, the little demon is now the master of all demons, and I also ask Lord Fanyin to be in front of people to save some face for the little demon."

Sanskrit is a reading of Buddha, but not a vegetarian monk who eats fasting and recites Buddha, he heard the pheasant say this, and mercilessly ridiculed: "It is really that there are no tigers in the mountains, and the monkey is the king." It's a pity that you're not even as good as a monkey."

This ridicule aroused the red eyes of the mountain chicken, and he wanted to stand up and resist.

Idiot!

Before the pheasant had time to attack, Fanyin raised his eyebrows first, so the so-called Lord of Ten Thousand Demons was bounced away in an instant, a pair of wings, two feet and half of his body were embedded in the ice, leaving a chicken butt in front of people, dangling around.

Sanskrit snorted coldly: "Lord of Ten Thousand Demons? Oh, you're not even the king of beasts."

There was a burst of laughter.

The eyes of the demon beasts looking at the pheasant were full of hatred.

Tao Yao also laughed.

Sanskrit's eyes sank, and he said coldly, "Isn't it funny?"

One sentence, four words, not heavy at all, but the words are clear, straight to the bottom of the demon's heart, the laughter suddenly stopped, so the huge border of the secluded capital, only a demon Taoyao, laughing forward and backwards, those little demons were prostrate on the ground, frightened to the heart of the heart, trembling and shouting: "Please Lord Sanyin to calm his anger."

"Ahem." Sanskrit Yin folded her sleeves and whispered to Tao Yao, "Female benefactor, please save some face for the poor monk."

"Oh."

Fanyin flicked his sleeves, conjured a chair out of thin air, and sat down, Tao Yao sighed in her heart that this guy would be pretentious, and walked behind Fanyin quite cooperatively and stood still.

Fanyin's cold eyes swept over the tens of thousands of little demons: "I heard that for a thousand years, you and other little demons have only been slaughtered by human cultivators?"

This question, the little demons who were already scared lowered their heads in unison.

Tao Yao disdainfully hooked her lips, and she had to thank this guy for being embarrassed to ask like this, no matter how angry the little demons were, at least they still had the courage to send people to repair and kill.

What about him?

nested in the underground of Tao's house, closed himself for nearly a thousand years, and actually returned to the secluded capital, so he made a lot of nonsense.

It's enough.

However, whoever calls him a big demon, in front of absolute strength, but there are doubters, and the end will be like a pheasant.

The silence of the little demon made Fanyin's face heavy, and he stuck his throat and scolded sharply: "Speak!"

The poor little demons could only reply pitifully, "...... Yes."

When he got the answer, he slapped the arm of the chair again angrily: "Do you know why you only have the place to be slaughtered?"

"No...... Yes."

The colder the Sanskrit voice, the more he raised his chin and said in an extremely dignified tone: "The so-called big demon is also cultivated step by step from the little demon, and only then can it have the glory of the later prosperous world. But what about you, who have been hiding in the secluded capital for a thousand years, have you ever worked hard to cultivate?"

Probably not, because the heads of the little demons were almost buried in the snow.

On one side, the pheasant finally wanted to pull out of his body after a difficult struggle, but he asked Fanyin to flick his fingertips and bounce back the pheasant that was about to pull out of the snow.

"If no demon can answer this seat, then this seat slaughtered the pheasant first."

The poor pheasant was so frightened that he didn't even dare to writhe his buttocks.

Even so, no one dared to answer.

Tao Yao sighed, the more the Sanskrit sound of the heart is like this, the more no demon dares to speak.

When everything was silent, a vulture flew to the front and respectfully saluted to Sanskrit: "Meet Lord Fanyin, please allow the little demon to defend everyone."

When Fanyin heard this, his expression was not good, and he raised his hand to make a move on the vulture, Tao Yao hurriedly grabbed Fanyin's sleeve and said softly: "Sanmao, this is my mother, give me some face."

"Dear—" Sanskrit was shocked, "Female benefactor, is it because the poor monk has been away for too long? When did the demon clan degenerate to the point where even vultures could only give birth to sand sculptures?"

Tao Yao sank her face: "What's wrong with the sand sculpture? Why do you look down on sand sculptures? Did the sand sculpture eat you? Sand sculptures are raised by you? Sanmao, do you believe that I will let the master return you three hairs?!"

Fanyin immediately hooked the corners of his mouth and looked at the vulture very kindly: "Courageous little demon beast, say it."

Seeing that Sanskrit Yin's voice was kind, the vulture posture became more and more respectful: "Lord Hui Fanyin, nine days before the immortal ascended, not only killed all the big demons in the demon clan who had incarnated into adults, but also broke the belly of all the big demons, and the little demons who survived were either dull people who couldn't incarnate, or incompetent people who couldn't survive the adult catastrophe.

It's not that the little demons don't want to forge ahead, and there is no shortage of little demons who dare to take revenge on the world over the years, but the weakness of the demon clan has reached the verge of death, and the little demons are really desperate."

is worthy of being her mother-in-law, and in the face of the murderous Sanskrit sound, she can also talk eloquently, and her words are reasonable and well-founded, and she does not shrink at all.

"Go on."

The vulture raised his eyes slightly: "Lord Fanyin, we are not waiting for it, I can't live up to the reputation of the demon clan, but you are different, you used to be the right-hand man by the side of the demon king,.

Now, you can return to the demon clan, why should the demon clan have no day of revival? The little demon implored Lord Fanyin to put the righteousness of the demon clan first, and lead the demon beast clan to be ashamed of a thousand years of blood."

As he spoke, the vulture turned around and asked the demons in a loud voice: "Today, the demon clan has Lord Sanyin, and the thousand-year-old grudge of the demon clan finally has the hope of revenge.

Little demons, let's implore Lord Fanyin to lead the demon beast clan to reorganize the hidden capital, rejuvenate the demon clan, and kill mortals to avenge the blood—"

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