The strength of Patriarch Fan Yao is obviously superior to that of Feng Mian. Coupled with years of hatred and resentment, it can be said that he hates the orthodoxy of the Nether Clan to the core. The opportunity that finally came to him will never be let go easily.
But now Feng Mian has the strongest bloodline of the Nether Clan. The Nether Qi can be controlled at will. Under various alternating methods, the Saint-level Nether Armor has super strong defense, and it is impossible to tell the winner for a while.
Continuing to delay is not an option.
The Soul Hunters will not give up easily, and the Pluto army is now targeting the human race. Even if Pluto is found to regain control, it will take some time. It is better to find another way to solve the problem.
Feng Mian stepped on the stone wall of Senluo Mountain with one foot, the soul-suppressing sword in his hand disappeared, and the aura on his body also converged. A smile appeared on his face, and he stared at the Fan Yao clan leader. His meaning was already obvious.
Seeing this, the soul-splitting blade in the opponent's hand trembled: "Boy Feng Mian, what do you mean? You don't look like someone who gives up easily. What tricks are you thinking of? Tell you, I won't accept your tricks!
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Landing slowly, Feng Mian even restrained the battle dragon armor on his body and faced Patriarch Fan Yao in a normal state: "Captain, don't be nervous. You can also see that I don't mean any harm now, right?"
With a wave of his right hand, Patriarch Fan Yao also restrained the Soul Splitting Blade. He put one hand behind his back and stared at Feng Mian.
"I want to see what tricks you can do. You must have something to say, right?"
With a wave of his sleeves, an out-of-place stone table appeared on top of Senluo Mountain, with fragrant tea, pastries, and various delicacies on it. Is Feng Mian trying to win over him?
"Chief Fan Yao, from the battle just now, this junior can also see that you do have the demeanor of a superior. If you really lead a clan, you will be more than enough. I have deep sympathy for your experience."
Looking at Feng Mian's sincere look, Fan Yao suddenly didn't know how to deal with it. This guy changed so quickly that he didn't know what he would say next second.
Sitting opposite each other, Feng Mian looked at Patriarch Fan Yao strangely, which made the latter a little embarrassed.
He coughed a few times and said, "Ahem... Boy, if you have anything to say, just say it. Don't do these weird things that will confuse people. If you still want to persuade, I advise you to stop. It's absolutely impossible."
Feng Mian did not answer, but just picked up the wine glass and said respectfully: "Senior, it's not easy for your family to be able to reach this day, right? This junior still admires you very much, I admire you from the bottom of my heart."
When the conversation changed, Feng Mian stood up and took a few steps forward: "Actually, at present, the army of the Nether Clan has been stationed on the human race, above the wilderness. I grew up in the human race, and although I have the blood of the Nether Clan, I can't let go of it after all."
"Therefore, the most important thing now is that I have to rush back immediately to prevent the underworld from attacking in large numbers, so as to avoid the destruction of all living beings. My home is there, and I have the responsibility to protect it, right?"
Patriarch Fan Yao looked at Feng Mian, still unsure of what he wanted to do.
"Patriarch, since your Soul Hunting Clan is specifically targeting the Nether Clan, now I also want to prevent the Nether Clan from starting a war with the Human Clan. In fact, we should be friends, not enemies. Do you think this is the truth?"
Hearing this, Fan Yao finally understood. Feng Mian wanted to negotiate terms, and he really wanted to win over him.
"It's interesting. Why don't you come and have a listen. If I think it's feasible, I might agree."
With joy in his heart, Feng Mian turned around and stared at Patriarch Fan Yao: "If I guessed correctly, the power of the Soul Hunters is pretty good now, enough to occupy the entire Hades. How about this, you and I join forces and negotiate terms with Hades."
Frowning his brows, Fan Yao asked in confusion: "What do you mean? The Nether Clan didn't recognize us from the beginning and thought we were trash. If we could negotiate terms, we wouldn't have ended up like this."
Shaking his head, Feng Mian disagreed: "Clan Chief, today is different from the past. Nowadays, the power of the Nether Clan is scattered, and the focus is entirely on the war with the human race. You also know that I am the strongest bloodline of the Nether Clan, but still can't be trusted?"
"Release the two Hades and let them hand over control. But you must promise not to harm them and cooperate with me. In the future, I will completely leave this underworld to your control. I have no interest at all."
His face changed, and Patriarch Fan Yao was actually very shocked. His first reaction was that he didn't believe Feng Mian at all. You must know that although the Nether Realm has been sealed for many years, its power and strength are very strong, otherwise he would not attack the human race rashly.
"Haha... Feng Mian, you have the strongest bloodline in the Nether Clan for thousands of years. Although you grew up in the human race, your bloodline is gradually awakening. You are the hope of the Netherworld in the future. Are you really so guilty and give up so easily?"
The human heart is the most complicated thing. After Feng Mian has been in the human race for so long, it will not be so simple. Fan Yao is still very wary of him. This is normal, no one can believe it easily.
Feng Mian looked as usual, not nervous at all, and didn't show the slightest bit of hypocrisy.
"Ruling the underworld, occupying one side, and pursuing hegemony are not in my plan at all, so it doesn't matter to me. In fact, it doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, we are just cooperating."
silence.
Patriarch Fan Yao looked at Feng Mian for a long time, and finally said cheerfully: "Okay! I will believe you just once. Indeed, it is difficult to completely control the Nether Clan with our strength and unstructured actions."
"But if you, the future master of the Nether Clan's strongest bloodline, agree to stand by our side, then everything will be settled. It seems that I, the soul-hunting clan, who were once abandoned as waste, will finally turn around one day.
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After sitting down, Chief Fan Yao picked up his wine glass, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.
"Tell me, how do you want to cooperate? I'd like to hear what you think about it."
Feng Mian smiled faintly, picked up the wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Okay, Patriarch, please be happy! I know very well that since it is cooperation, everyone knows that it is normal to not start early if there is no profit. The promise I made will definitely be fulfilled."
With a wave of his sleeves, the view ahead became clear: "First, you have to release the two Plutos. I will come forward and order them to temporarily truce with the soul-suppressing order."
What Feng Mian meant was that he wanted to push the Pluto army back from the human race without wasting a single soldier. With the Soul Hunters as their backing, and he was on the side of the Soul Hunters, Pluto didn't dare not agree.
After the underworld has calmed down, it will be much easier to control the remaining underworld army of the human race.
"Haha... Feng Mian, you are really good at calculating! You are trying to use us as gunmen!"
Then I thought about it, if Feng Mian really gave up the control of the Nether Clan after the matter was completed, and the Soul Hunter Clan officially entered the Nether Realm and took control of the overall situation, this would avoid a lot of damage and make it less difficult.
"Okay, my clan leader will promise you. But if you go back on your word later, I won't let you take it easy. Even if we die together, you kid will have to pay a heavy price. It's best to remember!"
This deal has more advantages than disadvantages for the Soul Hunting Clan. Now that the Nether Clan is weak, it is actually very easy to control it. Feng Mian just figured it out, so he doesn't have to work too hard to be a favor.
Just when the two sides reached an agreement and the plan was about to be finalized, suddenly a figure flew over and quickly stood between them. A dark cyclone directly lifted the stone table away, sending smoke and dust everywhere.
"Brother, you can't promise him, be careful of fraud!"
A man who was also wearing a robe, but it was dark green. He reached out and grabbed Fan Yao.
His eyes were very cold as he stared at Feng Mian: "Boy, you are really good at demagogueing people. You talk about it all, but in fact you are just using my soul-hunting clan. Who knows whether you will go back on your word in the end?"
Tit for tat, the visitor was very wary of Feng Mian and didn't want to believe him at all.
Feng Mian's expression remained unchanged as he looked at the person in front of him: "Sir, from the looks of it, you are also a member of the Soul Hunting Clan? Why are you so insistent that I will deceive you? Give me a reason."
Taking a step forward, Fan Yao stared at Feng Mian coldly: "Boy, don't think I don't know. Although you don't care about the blood of the Nether Clan, you really care about those of the Human Clan, your so-called friends and relatives."
"It sounds nice, cooperation? In fact, it's just using us to help you push back the Nether Clan army and save the human race from disaster. But don't forget, our origin is also the Nether Clan. After so many years of suppression, let's forget it.
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With a thought, a battle dragon armor appeared on Feng Mian's body. A counterattack force swept through, forcing Fan Yao to retreat.
A cold light burst out from his eyes, staring at him lightly and locking his aura.
"Okay, I'll give you a chance. How can you trust me? Tell me your conditions and we'll get straight to the point. There's no need to go into too much detail, because it's meaningless at all."
Fan Yao never spoke. His younger brother has always been suspicious and prone to conspiracy theories. But sometimes, it is right to be careful. Why not test Feng Mian's sincerity to see if it is true or false.
"Conditions? Haha... What conditions can you come up with? How about this? Don't you have the symbol of the Nether Clan on you, which is the soul-suppressing order? You first hand it over to me, the Soul Hunter Clan, to show your sincerity."
Understanding in his heart, Feng Mian smiled faintly. This guy came for the Soul-Suppressing Order, or the Soul-Suppressing Sword would be more appropriate. But the Soul-Suppressing Sword would have no effect even if it was given to him.
He stretched out his hand and turned it over, and the soul-suppressing order appeared. Feng Mian slowly raised it:
"This is the Soul Resurrection Order you want. I can give it to you, but please fulfill your promise. The cooperation between us must be flawless and successful the first time, otherwise..."
Before she finished speaking, Fan Yao flashed her body and reached out to grab the soul-suppressing order. She looked at it carefully, her eyes filled with hot light: "This is the soul-suppressing order! I finally saw it. After so many years of grievance, I finally have a chance to vent it out.
Got it!"
With a stomp of his feet, he flew upwards, froze in mid-air, and held the soul-suppressing order high.
"With the soul-suppressing order in hand, now I am the master of the Nether Clan, and no one can object. Feng Mian, now that I don't agree to you, what can you do to me? I'm just a mere brat, what else can you come up with?
Big waves?”
Hearing this, Fan Yao was shocked and widened his eyes: "Fan Yao, you are crazy!"
Feng Mian smiled faintly: "Really? Do you really think that with the soul-suppressing order, you can control the underworld? Then you can do that!"
The afterimage flashed, Feng Mian stretched out his hand, and a powerful force collided with Fan Yao. With a thought, the soul-suppressing order returned to his hand. He raised his eyes and stared at Fan Yao: "Don't you understand, the soul-suppressing order