Kui Yu's eyes flashed with solemnity, because she actually sensed the remaining seven demon clansmen so much later than Zhang Ziyu.
'I'm afraid he's the only one who can compete with Chonglou.'
Before I could think too much, besides Wanren Gufeng, there were seven more people, with different appearances and strong auras.
"Kuiyu, what's going on?"
The leader is a white-haired old man, with dragon scales on his face, dragon horns on his head, stern eyes, and a vaguely dragon-like face.
This is the Dragon Ghost King, the leader of the Dragon Demon Tribe, the strongest one besides Kui Yu.
Kuiyu looked at Zhang Ziyu on the throne and said, "Ask him."
Her eyes fell on Zhang Ziyu, and she was already holding her sacred weapon, the Pan Chi Shen Yun Gun, in her hand.
The leaders of the eight major demon tribes fell on Zhang Ziyu, their eyes solemn and their expressions serious.
No one is a fool, and the scene in front of them means that the powerful demon in front of them is definitely difficult to deal with.
"I don't know which tribe your Excellency is a master of, but what happened to the Demon Lord Tower and this place?"
The Dragon Ghost King asked in a deep voice. The demon clan respects the strong, so it is not impolite to call Zhang Ziyu "sir".
However, rather than being polite, they want to find out what's going on here, such as what's going on with this giant tree?
Wanrengu Peak is only a few hundred miles away from the Well of Gods and Demons. If something unexpected happens, it will not only trigger actions from the God Realm, but even the entire Demon Realm will be blocked.
Zhang Ziyu moved his body, stood up, picked up the ax with his right hand, raised his eyes and glanced at the eight people, and said: "It just so happened that the eight tribes are here, so let's talk about it."
He grinned, and coupled with his arrogant Qilin Demon appearance, he looked a bit arrogant.
"I have sent Chonglou away. As for me, Qilin Demon Zhang San, I will be the Demon Lord from today on. Do you eight tribes have any opinions?"
As soon as these words came out, Kui Yu and the Dragon Ghost King's expressions darkened, especially the face of the Dragon Ghost King, an old guy who had experienced some things in ancient times, gradually became ugly.
"Did you kill Mo Zhenglou?"
"Absolutely. Does the old guy have any opinions?"
Zhang Ziyu looked at the Dragon Ghost King and saw that his face was getting uglier: "Master Chonglou is the leader of our demon clan after Master Chi You. How dare you do this?"
"You know a lot."
Zhang Ziyu smiled, but his eyes became calmer: "Isn't it just after Chi You? Why does anyone else have opinions?"
"You are the Demon Lord, what have you done?"
Kui Yu's cold voice came and he stared straight at Zhang Ziyu.
She is not a demon created by Shennong's lineage, and she does not have much extra respect for Chonglou, a demon with noble blood.
On the contrary, she was more concerned about one thing. This person was definitely not a pure strong man like Chonglou. He must have another purpose in wanting to become the Demon Lord.
"Surrender or die."
Zhang Ziyu replied domineeringly, and the black flames around his body rose up, and the beast pupils of his eyes burst out with a captivating light.
The powerful momentum directly suppressed the leaders of the eight demon clans, and their faces turned pale. Except for Kui Yu, who was a little better, the rest were under great pressure.
"Zhang San, we, the Shura Demon Clan, are willing to recognize your status as the Demon Lord, but it is impossible for the entire clan to surrender."
On the side, Mo Li, the leader of the Yasha tribe, withstood the pressure, released his momentum, regained his composure, and said, "That's right! Even Chonglou didn't ask us eight tribes to surrender."
The words of the two people are actually the thoughts of the other six people. It is okay to share the respect for the Demon Lord, but they are determined not to hand over the ruling power of the tribe.
"Sorry for the trouble, come down here."
Zhang Ziyu swung the ax in his hand towards everyone, swept past, and rushed straight towards the eight people.
Kui Yu and the others' expressions changed, and they immediately took action to parry, and the attack was blocked very quickly towards the ax blade.
"Boom"
As soon as the ax blade passed by, the eight people worked together to block it, but they could only block it for a breath of time, and then they were swept away by the overbearing force and fell from the air.
Zhang Ziyu was condescending, looking at the miserable appearance of the eight people at the foot of the mountain, and said slowly: "As a man, you must know how to advance and retreat, otherwise the eight major clans will have to change their people."
He stepped towards a few people, but before he reached him, a magic sound suddenly sounded, like a dream, which struck straight into the soul. Even the commanders and generals like Xi Feng in the distance fell into confusion.
"Do it, he's fascinated by me."
Gan Ying, the leader of the Gandharva Demon, shouted loudly for the leaders of the remaining seven tribes to take action. Without hesitation, the leaders of the seven tribes unleashed their strongest strength and attacked Zhang Ziyu.
No one who can become the leader of the eight demon tribes is a fuel-efficient lamp, they are all at the sixth level of strength.
The weakest among them are the leaders of the two races, Gandharva Demon and Garuda Demon, but they are only at the mid-sixth level.
The rest of the demon leaders are basically in the late stage and at the peak of the sixth level.
Kuiyu rushed to be the fastest, and the gun shot out like a dragon. The energy from his whole body gathered at the tip of Panchi Shenyun Gun, and attacked Zhang Ziyu between his eyebrows.
Sonorous!
There was a sound like the collision of metal, and the tip of the gun was held by a big red hand.
Kui Yu's face darkened, and his eyes met Zhang Ziyu's smile: "Even Chonglou can ignore this power of confusion. Who gives you the confidence to charm me?"
Kuiyu's eyes turned hard, and he turned the tip of his spear, trying to break through on the spot, injuring Zhang Ziyu, and creating an opportunity for himself.
But when she exerted her strength, Zhang Ziyu's strength in holding the tip of the gun became even stronger.
"Lie well."
He squeezed the tip of the gun, a click sounded, cracks appeared in Panchi Shenyun Gun, and then Kuiyu was thrown to the ground by him, and a large pit full of cracks appeared in front of everyone.
"Kuiyu!"
Seeing this scene, the remaining demon leaders couldn't help but step up their offensive.
Their lips are dead and their teeth are cold. They don't want to lose any of their strong combat power when facing a powerful enemy.
The attacks came to Zhang Ziyu one after another, each one more fierce and weirder than the last.
Each of the eight major demon clans has its own abilities, which are the foundation for their survival.
But in the face of these means, Zhang Ziyu still refused to dodge, and the Qilin demon body directly hit him, making a clanging sound, and was not hurt at all.
I saw him swinging his ax, and every attack would definitely knock away a clan leader, severely damaging him with one blow.
In just a few breaths, all the demon leaders fell to the ground.
"It's a little less interesting. It's far worse than the old building."
"Containment"
Zhang Ziyu thought about taking him in, but he thought silently in his heart that he didn't want an old guy like the Dragon Ghost King to be taken in.
"Did you repeat it?"
He frowned, but it didn't look particularly strange.
The Mimic Fence does not contain everything. Each race generally has one. Sometimes, due to excessive variation or different levels of strength, one more can be included, but the number is not large.
Now only the Dragon Ghost King is taken in, which means that the others cannot be taken in.
"Then let's recycle waste."
A shadow appeared on Zhang Ziyu's left hand and he stretched his glove. He ordered in a cold voice: "Except Kuiyu, pull them to the roots of the tree and supply the energy of the Kingdom of Shadows."
Shadows gradually emerged on the ground. Ten ghost-faced generals headed by Tara rose from the shadows on the ground and bowed respectfully: "Yes, Master."