The territory of the demon clan is actually no smaller than that of the human clan.
There just aren't many places to live.
Southern Xinjiang is considered to be the most suitable place for ordinary demon clan to live in the entire demon realm. It is the southernmost part of the demon clan, close to Mobei. Every year, you can feel the so-called summer for one or two months.
But starting from the southern border, the further north you go, the colder it becomes.
The Beihai in the Monster Clan is also called the Sea of Ten Thousand Monsters by the Monster Clan. Most of the Monster Clan have always believed that this place is the last place where the entire Monster Clan can barely survive.
Going further north, you have to cross the depths of the demon sea and land on the north side, where there is a large area of land.
There was no life or vegetation on that land. It is said that a demon clan once brought the most vigorous flowers and plants in the world - the fairy tree.
But as a result, not a single fairy tree survived.
It is said that to grow living flowers and plants on this land, a monk with a very high level is required to use Qi machines day and night to keep the flowers and plants away from the severe cold.
Otherwise, there is absolutely no possibility of survival.
And on that land, except for the extremely high-level monks, it would be difficult for the ordinary monsters to survive for two hours.
So even though it has always been the land of the demon clan, the demon clan has not been familiar with this place for countless years.
It's just that from time to time, some young monsters will set foot in this place in order to polish their physique and improve their realm. However, even though they often make very complete preparations, a considerable number of them die here.
It is difficult to become the nourishment of this land and make this land full of vitality.
When that tall man appeared in the depths of the demon sea, the demon clan's beings were a little at a loss. After all, the demon clan in the south was non-stop trying to go further south, but this man appeared here.
This is something no one can guess the reason for.
But soon they discovered that the man had disappeared into the depths of the Demonic Sea, and they didn't know where he went.
"It seems...I went to the north..."
A very old demon tried his best to open his eyes, looked towards the north with cloudy eyes, and spoke softly.
"Grandpa, didn't you say that at the end of the sea is... the place of death?"
Compared to other places in the Demon Realm, the Demon Sea is the closest to that land, so there are the most legends about that land.
But among those enduring legends, the most direct statement is that the place was a dead land without any life.
The old demon did not retract his gaze, but said lightly: "Some places are death places for most people, but for some people, they are just pleasant summer nights."
After saying this, the old demon took his grandson's hand and said with a smile: "Go see your father off."
The child nodded, but then waved his fist, "Master, this time we will fight all the way to the south until all the human races are dead!"
The old demon asked: "A lot of demons will die."
"If dad dies, then wait until I grow up!"
A child of this age should have a pair of extremely innocent eyes, but there are no such things in his eyes.
There is only endless anger.
The old demon looked at the child, and a smile gradually appeared in his turbid eyes, "Okay, if you are ambitious, if your father dies, then you will follow him. If you die, then your child will continue to do it!
"
As he spoke, the old demon picked up the child, put it on his shoulders, and walked slowly towards home.
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There was a small boat that crossed the monster sea where there were more ice floes the further north it went, and finally arrived at the shore.
The tall man walked down, stood on the shore, and looked further north.
The boat sank to the bottom of the sea.
The man lowered his head and glanced at the land beneath his feet. There was a thick layer of old ice on the surface of the land.
This is not the so-called snow, but the snow that has never melted for hundreds of thousands of years, and finally turned into old ice bit by bit.
The hardness of this layer of old ice is probably not weaker than the magical weapons refined by many great monks.
This is the power of heaven, earth and time. When combined, they will create something extremely remarkable.
The man was walking on the ice, his steps seemed neither fast nor slow, but he had already traveled hundreds of miles in the blink of an eye.
The deeper you go into this land, the more obvious the coldness becomes. When the man breathes, the extremely cold air enters the man's body, and then when it comes out, it turns into white mist.
His eyebrows and head were soon covered with silver frost, but it soon turned into water droplets and fell.
But those water droplets just fell into the air and turned into ice again.
This shows how cold it is here.
The man was walking like this, and suddenly a green and vibrant valley appeared in front of him.
For most people in the world, it is absolutely unimaginable for most people in the world to have a valley full of life in this land called the land of death.
But the man didn't take it seriously and just stepped into the valley.
As soon as we entered the valley, it was like stepping into spring. The air was no longer so cold, but instead warmed up.
The man looked ahead and saw a thatched house located next to a stream in the valley.
"Jie Tuan, if you don't do well as a demon emperor, why do you come to me, an old guy?"
An old voice sounded, and then a white-haired old man dressed in commoner clothes appeared by the stream.
His figure cannot be said to be tall, but rather slender. However, he does not have any demonic aura about him. Instead, he looks a bit like those great scholars from the human race.
The demon emperor who came here looked at the old man and said without any hesitation, "Senior, now the demon clan is going south with all its strength. As a member of the demon clan, senior, I'm afraid it won't be good if you don't do anything."
The old man glanced at the Demon Emperor, and smiled indifferently at this figure that the entire Demon Clan needed to fear, "Why, the Demon Clan is so ineffective now that it is impossible to defeat the weak Human Clan?"
From the past to the present, in the war between the demon clan and the human race, the demon clan has almost never lost.
This is an ironclad fact.
The Demon Emperor said calmly: "At this moment, the human race is no longer the original human race. They are becoming extremely powerful. Maybe in a few years, they will really become a being capable of destroying us."
"If that day comes, you, the demon emperor, will die at the front and become a shame in the history of the entire demon clan!"
The old man stared at the Demon Emperor and sneered: "In these years, I have never had any thoughts about your throne, nor have I interfered with your rule. You'd better be wiser."
Whether they are humans or monsters, they must have some unknown strong men, just like this old man, whose cultivation has reached the sky long ago, otherwise he would not be able to carve out a vibrant world in this dead land.
valley.
It's just that such strong people are destined not to take action. They are no longer interested in worldly affairs. Who can become the master is none of their business. They just want to live a good life and practice and attain immortality.
This old man has lived for a long time. When the Demon Emperor was not the Demon Emperor, he was already the Demon Lord of the Demon Clan. At that time, he had a great reputation and was considered to be the strongest existence after the Demon Emperor.
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Zhuori was what everyone called him at that time.
However, following the death of the Demon Emperor back then, the Demon Lord Zhuori, who was considered most likely to take advantage of the chaos and ascend to the position of Demon Emperor, disappeared inexplicably without a trace.
Some people say that he was afraid of the demon emperor, so he assassinated him before his death so as not to affect the demon clan's throne in the future.
Others say that when he was young, the demon king Zhuori practiced too overbearing techniques, so something went wrong during his practice and he died.
In short, there are different opinions, and no one knows the exact answer.
But what no one could have imagined was that not only was the Demon Lord Zhuoli still alive, but his realm had already reached a much higher level than before.
In fact, if he was willing, he could have taken the throne from the Demon Emperor before he even set foot in this realm.
But now, since he doesn't even care about the Monster Clan's throne, how could he possibly contribute to the so-called Monster Clan's move south?
The Demon Emperor seemed to know that the result he was waiting for would definitely be like this, so he didn't take it seriously. He just said calmly: "Senior Zhuori is unwilling to come out of the mountain, which is what I expected."
"Since it's what you expected, what are you still doing here?"
Zhuori looked at the Demon Emperor in front of him by the stream, with a strong sense of wariness in his eyes.
Although he believed that his level was no lower than that of the Demon Emperor in front of him, he did not think he was sure of victory if a fight came up.
The demon emperor's royal bloodline is too strong. If there is a life and death battle, I'm afraid that the demon clan, who have entered the Fuyun Realm, will not be able to please them.
"Senior, since I'm here, I don't come empty-handed. I've brought something. If senior sees it and is indifferent, then there's no need to say anything."
Zhuori didn't speak and just looked at the Demon Emperor. But the next moment, he suddenly became nervous and his pupils suddenly dilated.
Because the Demon Emperor took out a glass bottle with a drop of juice in it.
With just a drop of juice, Zhuuri could already feel a strong sense of vitality.
"This is...miraculous medicine..."
Zhuori said with some trembling, "The magic medicine is a legendary existence. Except for the legend that the demon clan had a magic medicine thousands of years ago, there has been no trace of the magic medicine in the following years."
It is impossible for all Fuyun realm monks to be indifferent to the magical medicine.
"It's just a drop of juice, but if senior is willing to come out, I guarantee that you will get at least one leaf."
The Demon Emperor looked at the turbid sun in front of him calmly. Before going up the mountain, he knew very well that no one could resist the temptation of the magic medicine.
"Just a leaf?"
Zhuori frowned and looked at the Demon Emperor.
The Demon Emperor didn't care at all, and just said calmly: "Senior will probably know the preciousness of a magical medicine. It is not easy to get a part of such a thing. Besides... even if I promise to give you the so-called divine medicine
Medicine, do you believe it?"
Zhuori was silent. He knew that what the Demon Emperor said was true. He knew very well how precious the magical medicine was. No one would give up a complete magical medicine.
"The medicinal power of one leaf is enough to keep you alive for a few more days when your energy and blood are failing."
The Demon Emperor looked at Zhuori in front of him and said calmly: "There are not many strong people in the human race, so the matter is not difficult."
Zhuori said: "How did you get that magic medicine?"
The matter was so important that he had to care.
The Demon Emperor said calmly: "This is not something you should care about."
Zhuori was silent for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay."
He has accepted this matter now.
"Not just you, but also inform others that this time, I want the human race to disappear completely!"
The Demon Emperor turned around and walked towards the outside of the valley, his voice lingering.
"I'm still not feeling well. I'll just give you one chapter today. I'll take care of myself for another day. I'm sorry."
This chapter has been completed!