It was so furious that no one knew how many lives had died.
"Faster..." the magic oyster buzzed.
"Yes, patriarch!"
The demon clan members, carrying the Sui Kuai, were speeding all the way. When they got tired, they just replaced the people and had no intention of stopping to rest.
Demon Oyster knew very well that time was running out, and once the Mao people were allowed to break through to the ninth level first, it would be a devastating disaster for them.
After running like this for two and a half months, almost all the demons were exhausted and exhausted before they returned to their ancestral land.
As soon as the gate of the realm is opened, a monstrous amount of demonic energy emerges. To other races, this is a deadly poisonous mist, but in the eyes of these demons, it is a real tonic.
In just a moment, everyone who had been exhausted immediately regained their strength.
Even the clan leader, Demon Oyster, recovered most of the injuries he suffered due to his psychic powers in an instant, and his face was once again covered with a layer of magic lines.
Returning to the Demon Palace, as soon as one foot collapsed, Long Wenzhang's figure floated out from the debris.
First, he looked at the surrounding environment. He was not too satisfied, but he was not too picky. Then he looked above his head: "There are only... more than three thousand avenues?"
"No wonder your clan's strength is so impressive. When the Psychic Society was at its peak, a clan like yours wouldn't even be qualified to take the exam."
After hearing this, the magic oyster didn't feel embarrassed. Instead, he bowed to it respectfully and said with a flattering face, "Senior...please help the village."
Long Wenzhang said "Yes!" and said: "Don't worry, since I have promised you, I will not break my promise. The great truth in me can be understood by your tribe."
"It's just that the top priority is to find enough resources so that I can recover my body within five years. As for you, don't worry, I will give you my best guidance."
"What resources do you need, senior?" Mo Oyster thought for a while and asked cautiously.
"A huge amount of energy and blood." Long Wenzhang said.
So simple?
The demon oyster was startled, and his heart that was originally hanging returned to his stomach. He took out a piece of blood sea directly from the Xumi bracelet and said: "Senior, is this kind of blood okay?"
"No!" Long Wenzhang shook his head and said: "What I want is the blood mixed with the bones of living creatures, meat residue and soul essence. In other words, I need you to hunt other races."
"As for the quantity, for a race with a population of hundreds of billions, maybe fifteen or six will be enough. You can also bring them back with them as well as their ancestral land. This will be very helpful for you to break through to the ninth level."
Big help.”
What the hell?
Fifteen, six ethnic groups must be the kind with hundreds of billions of living beings...
Demon Oyster was dumbfounded, his heart thumped for a moment, and he looked at Long Wenzhang with some embarrassment.
Ordinary races don't matter, but with a population of hundreds of billions...their demon race is only worth a hundred billion. The only races that can agree with this condition are the top thirty races.
Seeing that it hesitated to speak, Long Wenzhang also frowned: "What, is it difficult?"
"No!" Mo Oyster quickly shook his head.
"Then go quickly, I can rest here." Long Wenzhang said calmly.
"Yes, senior..." Demon Oyster bowed his body and slowly retreated from the Demon Palace, his face suddenly turned ugly.
Although in the outer world, strength has always been respected, and it is common to massacre a race, but if such a race with hundreds of billions of creatures is massacred on a large scale, it will definitely be punished by heaven.
This is still secondary. With its ninth-grade peak strength, it can barely resist it.
What really makes it difficult is that these races are considered their allies and they kill their allies wantonly. If this news is leaked, the demon race will probably become a parasitic race that everyone screams for beatings.
After seeing the demon oyster come out of the demon palace, he kept frowning. An elder of the demon clan slowly walked over and said: "Chief, what happened?"
Demon Oyster rubbed his temples: "How many races near us have given birth to hundreds of billions of creatures?"
The old man was startled: "It seems like six!"
"Tell me to go down and continue searching. We must find at least seventeen more. Also, let all the strong men in the clan come out and start attacking these races immediately. We must wipe out seventeen of these races within half a year."
ethnic group, bring their ancestors back." said the demon oyster.
"What?"
"Sweep seventeen..."
boom!
The magic oyster finished speaking.
Several elders nearby were dumbfounded, looking at it with dull eyes and shock on their faces.
After a long time, the elder said tremblingly: "Clan leader, you... have thought clearly. A race that can give birth to hundreds of billions of creatures must be at least one of the top thirty existences in the world."
"In addition, with the protection of the ancestral land, it is not easy to invade and occupy. I am afraid that our tribe will also suffer countless casualties. What's more, for such a large amount of killing, the law of heaven will probably punish us..."
"Does this patriarch need your teaching?" Mo Oyster said angrily.
How could it do such a thing if it wasn't forced to do so? Nowadays, the demon clan is desperate and can only follow Long Wenzhang's path to the end.
It was still thinking about whether there was a way to avoid the punishment of heaven, but it suddenly occurred to it that Ryumon Akira was not the only heroic spirit who came out of the Psionics Society.
The other three want to restore their physical bodies. If they also use this method, wouldn't those races with hundreds of billions of creatures become a sought-after resource?
In just a moment, the thoughts of heavenly punishment and allies were forgotten by it, and he said urgently: "Let the clan members gather, and I will lead the team myself."
"Yes, patriarch."
"..."
After a cup of tea.
The entire demon clan was busy. Long Wenzhang, who was sitting in the demon palace, saw this scene and unconsciously smiled on his face: "I did not misjudge the person."
"What resurrection from the dead will break the balance of heaven? Huh! I, Long Wenzhang, do not believe in evil. Since your president can ignore this world and even break out, I, Long Wenzhang, can definitely do it too."
After seeing the mighty army of demons leaving the ancestral land, Long Wenzhang closed his eyes again.
"Chief, where should we go first?" an elder asked.
"Which race is closest to us?" Oyster asked calmly.
"The Konshui clan." The elder hesitated for a moment, then slowly said, "I understand."
"Then let's start with them..." said the magic oyster.
With the flying magic weapon.
It only took about half a day for these demonic armies to arrive outside the ancestral land of the Konshui Tribe.
Get into position instantly.
Such a big movement naturally alarmed the people of the Konshui Tribe, and soon, dozens of ninth-level Konshui Tribe strongmen came out one after another.
When they saw that the people blocking the outside were actually demons, their clan leader, Jun Bingqing, was also startled.
There was a trace of doubt on the face that was clearer than water, and he said: "I wonder what the leader of the Demon Oyster Clan wants to do when he mobilizes an army to come to our Nanshui Clan?"