"Yes! Haven't you already spread the word that you want to be at odds with the demons? Three days have passed and I still haven't come to see you. I'm afraid you've forgotten this." Ming Ce also smiled in a flattering manner.
Gusu Zhan appeared on the ground in a flash, and all the ghost soldiers and ghost generals behind him fell down one by one.
Gusu Zhan raised his eyebrows and looked at the group of foreign clan leaders who were facing formidable enemies, and then said sarcastically: "We haven't seen each other for hundreds of years, how come you still haven't improved much in strength?"
These words were blatant mockery, and at the same time, the pressure on Gusu Zhan easily made several clan leaders feel oppressed.
Surprisingly, as expected, Gusu Zhan's strength has become much stronger.
It's not that they don't make progress, right? It's that the demons have been "surveilling" and harassing them from time to time for hundreds of years, so why do they have the heart to retreat?
Unlike the ghost clan, if you retire, you will have more time and mood to delve into matters of strength.
And their major alien races are constraining each other, and they are always tense. For the sake of power and Gu Qian Nian, how can they still think about cultivation? And each bottleneck has been stuck for who knows how many years? There are still breakthroughs! Not going backwards is considered good.
Looking at the ugly-faced heads of the foreign tribes, Gusu Zhan approached step by step. His eyes passed over this desolate plain, with a vaguely complicated look in his eyes. He then continued: "Since you have been here for three years, all the chiefs,
Japan, you should know what’s going on with the demons now, right?”
Do you want to share the situation as soon as you come?
They don't trust him!
Gusu Zhan casually looked at the flattering, calculating but defensive mouths of several people, and sneered: "Useful information? For example?"
With just one sound, the two crows and squids behind knew that their king was in a bad mood.
"King of Ghosts, we are also waiting for news from the demon clan. It has only been three days. With the cunning of the demon clan, how can we find out any news?" Gree scratched the back of his head with a fake smile.
Gusu Zhan raised his slender fingers, then turned the thumb ring, looked down at the lines on the ink ring finger, and sneered in his voice: "Ha!"
"Does that demon have any weaknesses?"
"And to what stage has her strength fallen? Is she almost the same as us?"
It's really stupid. Since you know the relationship between the Ghost King and the Demon Lord, why do you ask so much nonsense?
Even if the Ghost King is on your side, he would rather resolve his grudges by himself than tell you jackals about this. There is no benefit at all, and there is no need to do so.
"Yes! Is there anything Baili Wenrou is afraid of?"
Seeing Gusu Zhan's reply, the excited voices of several alien kings immediately rushed to ask excited questions.
The dwarf leader next to him also nodded in agreement: "Yes, among the major foreign races, I am afraid that only you, the Ghost King, can be compared with the Demon Clan. But I don't know if you and the Demon Clan have been close in the past. Can you provide some useful information?
?”
The heads of several foreign tribes also immediately stopped asking questions and looked at Gusu Zhan anxiously. They didn't know what the Ghost King's sneer meant.
Gusu Zhan then raised his head and looked at the others: "You guys want to ask so many questions from my mouth without telling me anything. You are really good at planning."
Patriarchs: "..."
The ghost kings are not stupid to begin with, they are obviously self-righteous.
But looking at the expressions of the clan leaders, Gusu Zhan suddenly seemed to have changed his mind and raised his eyebrows lazily: "You want to know her weakness? There really is one."