A master is not scary, but he should not be a face-to-face expert. A master without any bottom line is quite scary.

A touch of solemnity appeared in Yang Sanyang's eyes. Looking at Kunpeng who was kneeling down on the ground with a bowed knee, his heart suddenly stumbled, and a sense of alert suddenly rose in his heart.

Judging from the momentum, Kunpeng is really not good!

When a master can give up all the bottom line that belongs to a master, what else can he not do?

A hint of caution appeared in Yang Sanyang's eyes. He lowered his head and looked at Kunpeng, who was extremely humble, and a murderous intent began to breed in his heart.

"Oh?" Taiyi looked at Kunpeng with his eyes faintly: "You also know the magic of the Demon-Recruiting Banner. Now this emperor wants to include all the bloodlines in the world into the Demon-Recruiting Banner. However, the masters from all walks of life in the Great Wilderness are also a headache for me, for fear that if you accidentally cause everyone to be afraid of being afraid and backfire. I want to take action, but I can't find a reason for it."

"Your Majesty may as well hand this over to me. I am willing to make meritorious contributions!" Kunpeng said respectfully: "I am willing to take the blame for Your Majesty and give Your Majesty a natural excuse to attack."

"Oh? What's your trick?" Taiyi looked curious when he heard this.

Kunpeng raised his head and looked at Yang Sanyang with a puzzled look on his face: "This matter is somewhat related to the barbarians, but I don't know if the great master can allow the barbarians to make a fuss."

Taiyi looked at Yang Sanyang with a look of inquisitiveness in his eyes.

Yang Sanyang slowly clamped his palm in his sleeve. What can you do when a leader asks you if you can?

"Did the fire be burned back so soon? Kunpeng is worthy of being Kunpeng!" Yang Sanyang's thoughts turned.

"But I wonder if the great wizard is willing?" Kunpeng asked again.

"I wish to understand the master's skills," Yang Sanyang said slowly: "If the master's words are reasonable, he will follow the truth."

Kunpeng nodded after hearing this: "Master Gao Yi, I really have devoted all my efforts to my Heavenly Palace."

"Your Majesty, it's not difficult to attack! As long as your Majesty imposes a large number of pardons and infinitely raises the status of the barbarians, it will attract the attention of hundreds of clans. At that time, if you instigate a little, hundreds of clans will inevitably attack the barbarians. At that time, if your Majesty has an excuse, he is still worried that he cannot use his means?" Kunpeng smiled flatteringly.

"Bang!"

After the words fell, Taiyi suddenly slapped the table, and a hint of anger appeared in his eyes: "Kunpeng, what's your bad idea? Are you trying to provoke the relationship between me and the great master? If you think so, it would be too superficial! The entanglement between me and the great master is definitely not something you can imagine."

"Kunpeng, don't show off your scheming and force me to kill you!" Tai's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and a touch of storm slowly rose, just like a storm that began to rage, solidifying the time and space of the body.

And Kunpeng is like an ant, shaking in the storm.

"Your Majesty, don't be angry. What the demon master said is reasonable. This matter is the best way to resolve the disputes in the wilderness, so let the demon master do it!" Yang Sanyang spoke, breaking the stagnation of the atmosphere in the field.

"Daoguo, I have now unified the world, why should I do this..."

"Your Majesty!" Yang Sanyang interrupted Taiyi's words, looked at each other with his eyes, shook his head: "Leave it to the demon master to do it."

Taiyi was helpless when he heard this, so he could only nodded: "Kunpeng, then you can do it."

"Abide by Your Majesty's order!" Kunpeng bowed respectfully and quickly retreated. This disaster had passed.

"The world has been unified. Just find a suitable reason and I can take the opportunity to attack. Why should I sacrifice your barbarian interests?" Taiyi looked at Yang Sanyang.

"What Kunpeng thought was just fulfilling my thoughts!" Yang Sanyang looked at Taiyi and bowed: "The foundation of the barbarians is clearly understood in his heart. If you want to rise by relying on the barbarians alone, it is probably a waste of time to give them billions of years. I want to ask Your Majesty to help me!"

"Don't do this. If you have anything to do, just tell me, I will never refuse!" Taiyi helped Yang Sanyang up, and a touch of solemnity appeared in his eyes.

"Your Majesty needs to impose a large number of pardons, give all kinds of privileges to the barbarians, and bring the barbarians from the bottom to the position of equality with the hundreds of tribes!" Yang Sanyang said.

"This matter is not difficult. It's just that with the qualifications of the barbarians, even if they divide hundreds of millions of mountains and rivers, it's just a cheaper price for the elves and wild ghosts in the mountains!" Taiyi shook his head.

"Your Majesty, you still need to issue an edict to continuously oppress the territory of the Dragon, Phoenix, Qilin tribes, and force them into desperate situations!" Yang Sanyang said.

"Why is this? Do you want me to take the opportunity to attack and eliminate the three clans?" Taiyi was puzzled: "But, what does this have to do with the prosperity of the barbarians? Even if there is a rise in energy, it is not the energy of your barbarians."

"Your Majesty doesn't know that if you force the three tribes to the extreme, the three tribes will inevitably be desperate. At that time, the countless bloodline tribes mixed with the dragon tribe, the Phoenix tribe, and the Qilin tribe will return to the human tribe, and use the human tribe's body and resources to change their appearance and rise again!" Yang Sanyang was confident: "As long as the mixed bloodline returns, my barbarian bloodline can be improved from generation to generation, and there is hope for a rise at that time."

What he had to do was to force countless mixed races of the three tribes to go desperate and return to the barbarians when they had no room for survival.

It is true that it is reborn with the blood of the barbarians, but generations have passed, and in the future, they will use disasters to continuously consume the mixed race generation. Where can I remember the source of the rest?

After a long time, who will recognize his ancestors?

"Those mixed-race people may not be able to look down on their own kind, and there will be oppression at that time!" Taiyi pondered for a little while and pointed out the key issues.

"Your Majesty is wrong. The three tribes of dragon, phoenix, qilin can see the potential of the barbarians. Can't the other races of the Great Wilderness see? Don't you want to divide the barbarians' aura?" Yang Sanyang looked at Taiyi: "After this reshuffle, the pattern has been redefinitely defined and it will be difficult to change in the future. Materials, spiritual objects, and territory are all limited. As time goes by, the territory that the barbarians have not yet reclaimed is the fat in the eyes of the hundred tribes."

The only way for hundreds of clans to borrow barbarian resources is to make trouble in their bloodlines.

Of course, we must also beware of the few unafraid of death and take action to plunder it directly.

"The news of the Demon Banner can no longer be hidden. Although I have been ordered by the Star Lords to be included in the starry sky and cannot be lowered from the world, there are always ways to convey the news!" Taiyi suddenly said.

"So what?" Yang Sanyang said coldly: "The Zhoutian Star Dou Array is in hand. Even if the gods are dissatisfied, they can only pretend to be deaf and dumb. They have personally experienced the power of the Star Dou Array of the Sky, and naturally know the horror of the Star Dou Array of the Sky."

Taiyi was silent when he heard this: "No matter what, it would be better to prepare early."

"I want to go back to the barbarians to stare at the rest. Your Majesty just need to follow the steps!" Yang Sanyang said.

"The edict of pardon will arrive soon! I will pardon the White He clan withdraws from the barbarian territory, and the barbarians will have no guardians in the future. There will be no way out except relying on themselves!" Taiyi said solemnly.

After hearing Taiyi's words, Yang Sanyang nodded, bowed and turned around and walked out the door.

As soon as he left Lingxiao Palace, he saw the lazy Kunpeng leaning on the pillar, boredly placing his sleeves, humming an unknown tune.

"Oh, isn't this a great wizard? Why are you free to come out?" Kunpeng said without any yin and yang.

"You'd better work hard to get everything done, otherwise..." Yang Sanyang stopped and looked at Kunpeng up and down: "I think you are a seven-foot man, why are you so unscrupulous? Even if you are a ants in the lower realm, you are still ashamed of being shameless. You are such a person who is so proud of yourselves and seeks honor, you are really...shy to be with him."

After the words came, Yang Sanyang suddenly shook his sleeves and turned around and left.

"Daoguo, you damn barbarian, one day I will teach you a good look. I will replace your position in His Majesty's heart and personally crush the barbarians behind you bit by bit, turning them into powder!" The blue veins on Kunpeng's forehead swelled, and the cold light in his eyes kept flashing, and a little bit of murderous intent flowed.

Netherworld

Yang Sanyang turned into escape light and returned to the barbarian ancestral land. Looking at the countless barbarians, he thought a little in his heart. With a blink of an eye, the void was twisted and changed. The mark left by the ancestors that year began to be destroyed, and the forbidden method to protect this place gradually dissipated into nothingness.

"You can't raise tenacious flowers in the greenhouse! You shouldn't miss the great era of the rise of my barbarians!" Yang Sanyang sighed: "Survival of the fittest is the law of eternal success. I have tried my best and worked hard to do everything for the barbarians. Next, whether you can seize the opportunity to rise and gain a glimmer of vitality for the descendants of my barbarians depends on your own grasp."

Yang Sanyang looked solemn and slowly came to the ancestral land of the human race, looking at the thatched hut, stream, bluestone path, and the snoring inside the hut.

"Impossible! The twelve years have passed, why is Zhu'er not dead?" Yang Sanyang felt the familiar aura and couldn't help but be stunned. He quickly pushed open the door of the thatched hut, but heard the snoring in the room soaring into the sky. A female barbarian was sleeping in a drowsy manner.

In the room, the smell of alcohol soared into the sky, and the drunken smell made people want to block their nose.

"Impossible, why didn't she die?" Yang Sanyang looked at Zhu'er, whose face was still alive and his vitality, and his eyes showed a hint of disbelief.

Not only did he not die, Yang Sanyang even had an illusion that Zhu'er seemed to have become much younger.

"It's Zhu'er! Her current condition seems a bit strange!"

"Worth studying!"

Yang Sanyang's thoughts turned into golden light and soared into the sky. He suddenly waved his sleeves and rolled up the Tai Chi diagram, uprooting all the thatched cottages, small buildings, and streams in the mountains, and put them in the Tai Chi diagram.

Finally, he glanced at the barbarians, and Yang Sanyang turned around and left: "Barbarians, I have done everything I can. Whether I can rise up next depends on your luck.
Chapter completed!