"So, these people will never watch this precious spider die here, and they will definitely take action to save it, right?"

A flash of inspiration flashed in Ding Ning's mind, and he suddenly understood the old donkey's intention.

"Yes, that's what I originally planned. However, the plan couldn't keep up with the change. Hexiang is here. I have to leave first. You should be careful and don't die here."

The old donkey gave a vague explanation and then disappeared without a trace. No matter how many questions Ding Ning asked, he got no response.

Who is Hexiang? Why is Lao Donkey so afraid of him?

Ding Ning was confused, but secretly heightened his vigilance and became cautious.

Whoosh whoosh!

Thirteen figures wearing white robes and carrying ancient swords suddenly appeared on the scene, making Ding Ning feel horrified.

Although he did not use his spiritual consciousness to investigate in order to avoid causing trouble, based on his perception, he did not discover the traces of these thirteen white-robed men in advance, which is enough to show how terrifying these people are.

Looking carefully, I saw that the leader was an old man in white robes with white beard and hair, a rosy complexion, and a fairy-like spirit. He was frowning and carefully looking at the dragon-locking star formation.

Behind him were men, women, old and young, all staring at the Dragon Locking Star Formation with interest, a strange look flashing in their eyes.

The thirteen men in white robes all stared at the Locking Dragon Star Formation as soon as they landed, and even ignored the battle between the Wing Man Ancestor and the Purple Queer Demon King, as if a battle of that level could not arouse their interest at all.

Ding Ning was secretly shocked, where did these strong men come from? The aura exuded by the weakest white-robed men seemed to be no less than that of the Yiren Ancestor, a semi-god. Wouldn't it mean that these thirteen white-robed men

Is the weakest one among the robes half a god?

What was even more unexpected was that the Yiren Ancestor and the Ziqueer Demon King, who were fighting in full swing, immediately stopped fighting after noticing the arrival of the thirteen white-robed men, jumped to the ground and bowed respectfully: "

Peng Guke (Purple Bird) pays homage to the senior."

Ding Ning raised his eyebrows in surprise. This was the first time he learned the name of Yi Ren Ancestor, and it was also the first time he saw her respectful look.

"Um!"

The white-robed old man at the head had a calm expression and just squeezed out a single syllable from his nasal cavity in response. However, Yi Ren Ancestor and Zi Que'er were not dissatisfied at all and stood with their hands tied in a respectful manner, as if the old man's attitude was perfectly justified.

Generally speaking, Ding Ning was amazed.

At this time, Peng Tianao and others also killed all the remaining demon kings. Regardless of the bloodstains and stains all over their bodies, they all came to pay homage with extremely respectful attitudes.

The leader of the white-robed old man ignored their greetings, as if they were not qualified to talk to him, and circled back and forth around the Dragon-locking Star Array, seeming to be observing the layout principles of the Dragon-locking Star Array.

A middle-aged man behind the old man stepped forward, pointed at the dragon-locking star formation that trapped the Spider God, and asked domineeringly: "Who set up this formation?"

Everyone looked at Ding Ning subconsciously. Ding Ning frowned, took a step forward and said, "It's me."

"What is this formation? Do you have a diagram of the formation?"

The middle-aged man in white robe stared at Ding Ning with burning eyes and asked in an arrogant tone.

Ding Ning was unhappy and said coldly: "Why is this formation? What does it have to do with you whether there is a formation map or not?"

The ancestor of Yiren changed his face and quickly raised his voice: "Ning'er, please don't be rude. This is the elder of the Crane Clan, the guardian tribe of my Ten Thousand Demons Territory."

The middle-aged man in white robe had a gloomy face. After hearing this, he raised his eyebrows proudly and glanced at Ding Ning disdainfully.

Ding Ning frowned and sneered: "Guardian clan? Haha, it's really ridiculous. They didn't show up when the insect plague spread. Now the Spider God is trapped, but they came after the insect plague was stopped. I really can't see how they look alike.

It is the guardian group."

"You're brave, boy!"

"How dare you insult our Crane Clan."

"court death!"

The middle-aged man suddenly pulled out the ancient sword from his back and glared at Ding Ning, as if he would draw the sword at Ding Ning if they disagreed.

The expressions on the faces of Yi Ren Ancestor and others changed drastically. Just as they were about to step forward to dissuade him, Ding Ning sneered and said calmly, "What? Did I say something wrong? Such a guardian tribe, it's really shameful to seek fame and reputation."

"You... are looking for death!"

The middle-aged man was furious, and the ancient sword in his hand suddenly chopped off Ding Ning's head.

"stop!"

The leader, the old man, suddenly shouted loudly, and the sword in the middle-aged man's hand stopped suddenly, defying the laws of physics, and stopped on Ding Ning's neck. The cold light caused goosebumps to appear on his neck.

"Clan leader, this kid ignores the majesty of our Crane Clan and must be severely punished to set an example..."

The middle-aged man said reluctantly, but suddenly found that everyone had strange expressions and looked at him with strange eyes. He was very surprised and his words stopped abruptly.

He lowered his head and looked in horror at a ferocious fang that was pressing against his chest. With just one push, it could pierce his heart. Big drops of sweat could not help but appear on his forehead, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

color.

Only then did he suddenly realize that the clan leader's shout to stop had saved his life. If he hadn't stopped, the two of them might have perished together by now.

perish together?

The corner of Ding Ning's mouth curled up with a touch of disdain. If it weren't for the mental attack contained in the old man's shout, which caused his movements to pause for a moment, this middle-aged man would be dead at this moment.

"You are so friendly and skillful, what a good trick."

He Xiang's eyes flickered as he stared at Ding Ning and said with a hint of something in his words.

Ding Ningyun lightly stretched out her hand to push away the ancient sword that the middle-aged man had placed on her neck, and said sarcastically: "To each other!"

He was not a fool. How could he not hear the accusation in Hexiang's words that he was cruel and ruthless? He immediately became angry and responded tit for tat without hesitation.

"How bold, how dare you disrespect the clan leader!"

The middle-aged man lost face in front of everyone, and immediately pointed at Ding Ning and shouted angrily.

"I'm talking to the head of your family. Who do you think you are? You have no role to speak here."

Ding Ning's eyes widened and he used the Eyes of Control for the first time, his eyes filled with purple and shining with a coquettish luster.

The middle-aged man's eyes were blank for a while, then he shook his head in shock and regained his clarity. He couldn't help but take two steps back, lowered his head and didn't dare to look into his eyes again. His heart was full of deep fear.

At that moment, it was as if his life and death were not under his control at all. The overwhelming pressure of his will made him feel a sense of fear despite his own insignificance.

Ding Ning secretly sighed, his cultivation level was still insufficient. Facing a strong person whose realm was much higher than his own, he would not be able to exert the true power of the Eye of Control. Otherwise, the middle-aged man at this moment would have been controlled by him and he would become the only one.

His life is a slave to obedience.

But this is fine. Although this middle-aged man's will has not been destroyed, the seeds of fear have been planted in his heart, and he will never dare to provoke him again from now on.

Hexiang narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was light flowing in the slits of his eyes. He used his consciousness to carefully pay attention to the movements around him, but he still found nothing.

At that moment, he seemed to sense a terrifying will coming that made his heart palpitate, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving him confused. He didn't know if it was an illusion or if there was a strong person peeping beside him.

"He Nian, what's wrong with you?"

A beautiful woman in white robe with a pretty face like a girl saw the middle-aged man lowering his head without saying a word, and couldn't help but asked curiously.

"Um, He Ling, I'm fine."

He Nian raised his head, his eyes flickered and he did not dare to look at Ding Ning. He put on a stiff smile and responded to He Ling's question casually.

Although He Ling felt a little baffled, he didn't think too much. He shrugged helplessly, focused his eyes on Ding Ning with interest, bowed to him with cupped fists, and said in a gentle tone: "This little brother,

He Nian had a bad attitude just now, I apologized to you on his behalf, please don't take offense."

Now it was Ding Ning's turn to look weird. He looked at her in disbelief and said, "Little sister, how old are you this year? Did you call me wrong just now? I think you should call me little brother."

It's not surprising that Ding Ning said this. After all, He Ling looks like he is only fourteen or fifteen years old. He is just a cute and beautiful little Luo Li, and she actually calls him little brother. It doesn't sound right to him.

"Hahaha!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he said these words, everyone burst into laughter. Even Hexiang no longer looked like a fairy, he was laughing so hard that he couldn't control his joy.

He Ling's pretty face was dizzy, she suppressed a smile, shook her head and smiled bitterly.

"Little friend, I am thirty-eight thousand three hundred and sixty-two years old this year. Ling'er is my daughter who was born when I was thirty-three thousand five hundred years old. I guess you will take advantage of her even if she calls you little brother."

Already."

Hexiang stroked his beard and said with a smile.

Ding Ning opened his mouth in astonishment and looked at He Ling in disbelief. He was stunned for a long time before murmuring: "Oh my god, she turns out to be a thousand-year-old witch."

"What did you say? Tell me clearly, who is the thousand-year-old witch?"

The smile on He Ling's face immediately faded when he heard this, and he pinched his waist and asked menacingly.

"Uh, you... haha, don't be surprised if you make a mistake!"

Ding Ning originally wanted to say something to her, but when he saw her big black and white eyes flashing with tears, his heart couldn't help but soften, and he laughed dryly and apologized.

But he was secretly complaining in his heart that it was too childish for an old monster who has been alive for five thousand years, and a strong man who has reached the level of a god in terms of cultivation, to cry all the time.

How did he know that the Crane Clan, as the guardian group of the Demon Kingdom, has a long lifespan that is unmatched by other races. Five thousand years is an unimaginable time for the human race, and for the Monster Clan, it is also an unimaginable time in the life of the Demon Clan.

Years are short, but to the Crane Clan, five thousand years is just an adult, equivalent to eighteen years of age in the human race.

So in a strict sense, He Ling is still an underage He Ling, equivalent to a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old. Ding Ning said that she is an old witch, how could she not feel wronged.

"Okay, okay, Ling'er, he doesn't know the longevity of our Crane clan. As the saying goes, he who doesn't know is not guilty, so don't blame him."

He Xiang is the head of the clan, but he loves He Ling, the youngest daughter, very much. Seeing her bursting into tears, he consoled her kindly.

You must know that although there are many children under his knees, He Ling is the only one who has reached the semi-divine realm before reaching adulthood, and his aptitudes for monsters can be seen as average.

"snort!"

He Ling wiped away her tears, pouted her pink lips, glared at Ding Ning fiercely, turned her head angrily and ignored him, just like the angry children in the kindergarten, which made Ding Ning dumbfounded.

He Xiang shook his head speechlessly and ignored her. He looked at Ding Ning with his deep eyes and bowed deeply with his fists in his hands: "Little friend, He Nian was offended by his rude remarks before. I am here to apologize on his behalf."

"Clan Chief Crane is too polite!"

Ding Ning didn't dare to support him, so he quickly held up his hands to show that he didn't take it to heart. In fact, he secretly muttered in his heart that he and the old man were arrogant at first and respectful at the back. Who knows what they were planning, so they must be careful.
Chapter completed!