In the dimly lit hall, a murderous intent filled the silent air.

More than a dozen figures sat on the ground, forming a circle. There was no light in the hall, and only by the rays of moonlight that broke through the temple door could I barely see a few figures.

None of the people in the circle spoke, except that from time to time someone glanced at one of the blonde men, as if waiting for him to take charge.

The Golden-Winged Dapeng King looked around and saw that all the demons were full of fighting spirit, and he smiled happily: "Very good, I am very relieved to see that you are all so energetic." The defeat last time was due to bad luck, but I didn't expect that our clan's holy weapon Demon World Floating Slaughter would be contained by the human emperor treasure that suddenly appeared. I'm not afraid of defeat, I've been defeated for more than 10,000 years, it's not terrible to lose a battle, it's terrible that you are afraid of being beaten by the Terrans, and you don't have the heart to go north anymore. ”

Speaking of this, King Dapeng paused, his gaze stayed on a young man with a face like a crown of jade on the opposite side, and said with a smile: "Although we suffered heavy losses in the last battle, and the three demon kings died on the battlefield, Elder Xiong sacrificed the holy weapon with his body, so that the holy weapon was repaired, and won a valuable opportunity for our clan. The Lion King was also seriously injured in the last battle, and although he barely recovered, he did not have much to live. If you don't fight hard this time, I don't know how many years later, the 10,000-year-old blood feud and shame of our clan will be in this battle to get back from the human race. ”

After the dark sun's words fell, all the demons were boiling with blood, and the demonic aura that rushed to the sky swept up, and the murderous aura was steaming.

"Chengdao, swallowing the moon, Heijia, the future will be on your shoulders, King Peng and I are old, just because I never saw the day my clan stepped into the Central Plains, and I have been refusing to swallow my breath. This war should be the time for the old man to fall, and when the time comes, try to drag a celestial of the human race to hell together. ”

The extremely burly Golden Retriever Lion King said with a smile.

It's just that Jin Kui said lightly, and his tone was relaxed and flat, but all the demon clans present had gloomy expressions, and their eyebrows and eyes were full of sadness.

As a veteran of the demon clan, Jin Kui's qualifications are older than the Golden-winged Dapeng King, second only to the Old Bear King who sacrificed himself. This respected old demon king has great prestige among the demon clan, and he is also a fan of the demons, at this time, his words are full of heroic twilight attitude, and all the demon clans can't help but feel sad.

Even the demon clan, which has always been extremely pessimistic about life and death, is also filled with depression in the hall at this time.

Even the dark sun, one of the five emperors, was a little gloomy at this time, and his heart was full of desolation for this old comrade-in-arms who had fought side by side for nearly 10,000 years.

"One by one, like a dead mother, why are you crying with a sad face. When was the good son of my demon clan afraid of death, when did he shrink his head. Who in the world can be immortal, even the Demon Emperor can't escape the end of falling into the long river of time, what can't Lao Tzu die. To be able to die on the battlefield of the two clans, to do my part for the future generations of my demon clan, and to die as he deserves. Raise your head for me, how many clansmen have died in the past 10,000 years, and how much blood has been shed, so that they can close their eyes when they see your wretched appearance in the spirit of heaven?"

The lion king got up suddenly, his tall body and waist straight, and he couldn't see the sagely and old posture at all. Jin Kui's beard is all open, and his words are stern and lustful.

was beaten by the golden lion king, all the demons raised their heads, and the battle spirit on their bodies was unprecedentedly high, and it seemed that they couldn't wait to immediately mobilize the clan and kill the demon city.

"King Peng, when will the ghost come to arrive?"

Seeing that his goal was achieved, the Lion King was also relieved, and turned his head to the dark sun and asked.

The Golden-Winged Dapeng King also put away the sadness in his heart for the first time, and replied in a deep voice: "Ghost Rulai has already replied, and you can arrive in Nanchizhou within three days." In the last battle, the ghost Rulai did what he said, and he hit the Sword Master hard, and won a great advantage for our clan. It's a pity that the Demon World Floating Slaughter was not well prepared at that time and could not launch a decisive battle, which led to the later rout. This time, he is still on the side of our clan, and I believe that this is the time when our clan rushes out of the 100,000 mountains and wins the Central Plains. ”

"Okay, let's strike in three days. Admittedly, a few of you will make your own war arrangements later, and this big battle will depend on the performance of several of you. ”

The Lion King nodded, then closed his eyes silently.

The face of the lion king, who meditated and recuperated, was full of vicissitudes, all the traces left by the swords and axes of the years, although he was majestic and prominent, but he also really showed a trace of tiredness.

The oldest demon king of the demon clan has worked hard for the family's plan all his life after all.

The Golden-Winged Roc King also stopped talking, just waved his hand, and when the demons saw it, they immediately got up and dispersed, leaving a quiet space for the two mainstays.

"King Peng, this time it is really pressing the future of a clan, and if you don't succeed, you will become benevolent. ”

Jin Kui, whose eyes were still closed, said softly, so low that only the Dapeng King, who was close at hand, could hear it.

The corners of Dark Sun's eyebrows twitched slightly, and after a moment of silence, the lips that were only pursed slowly opened: "Don't worry, Lion King, this battle will definitely be won." I believe that they young people, even if you and I are no longer there in the future, the sky of the demon clan will not collapse. ”

Twenty years ago, on the eve of the war between the two clans, the two demon kings stood side by side in the 100,000 mountains, and the same was true.

I hope that in my lifetime, I can set foot on the land of Zhongzhou and die facing the north.

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After the banquet dispersed, everyone separated, Zhuo Yuming had no other acquaintances in the demon city, and after buying more than a dozen jars of demon blood wine to fill the storage spirit weapon, he returned to the inn.

Zhuo Yuming, who was sitting in the wing, smiled slightly, this inn was the place where he and Shu Jinran first met.

It was in this room that the woman who he could never forget at first sight stepped out of a large hole in the wall and walked out vividly. Now that the wall has been repaired, there is no trace of damage, but Zhuo Yuming still stretched out his arm and rubbed it lightly on the wall.

I still remember that Jinran was wearing a pair of white-bottomed embroidered cloud boots that day, and her legs were thin and long. The body is tall and beautiful, just that glance is ten thousand years.

Maybe it's fate.

Thinking of Shu Jinran, Zhuo Yuming was a little less worried about the war between the two clans that might be about to start, and took out the communication Yujue from his arms, and recorded all the things he had seen and heard in the Demon City in the past few days into it with his divine sense. I don't know how she is practicing at the beach, as long as she thinks about it, the thick thoughts will rise from the heart lake like a tide, making people unable to calm down for a moment. But fortunately, over the years, the two have gathered less and separated more, and they have gotten used to it a little.

After sending the message to Yujue in a secret way, Zhuo Yuming sat cross-legged on the couch, and all his mind sank into the qi mansion, trying to use his soul to pull the emperor's first treasure, the emperor's scriptures.

With his current return to Tibet to cultivate, the Qinglong Yupei and the Mountains and Rivers Seal can barely drive one or two. It's just that the emperor's book has never been able to move the slightest, and the divine consciousness that penetrates into the sea is like a mud cow entering the sea, without the slightest wave.

Perhaps because of the proximity to the demon clan in the Demon City, today's Human Emperor Book suddenly moved slightly under the communication of Zhuo Yuming's divine sense.