"It's very simple. Give Chen Xuan the three treasures won by Chen Xuan, and I will spare your son's life."
Hearing what Qiye Shengjun said, Nan Mingxu quickly responded: "I'll give it to you right away! The treasure is on Yu'er, please let him down first!"
Hearing this, Qiye Shengjun only loosened his fingers slightly so that Nan Mingyu would not stop breathing.
"This is enough to use the mind to retrieve items from the storage bag."
Of course, it was impossible for Qiye to listen to Nan Mingxu and let Nan Mingyu go. After all, the three elders of the Wumen were close at hand.
Nan Mingyu gasped for air. He was so frightened that he had just walked through the gate of hell. After gasping for several times, he took out the three treasures in the storage bag and threw them to Chen Xuan with a look of shame.
Under Wu Chenlu's extremely jealous gaze, Chen Xuan caught the Purple Gold Divine Iron, the Jade Dragon Demon Pill and the Ancient Demon Blood Crystal and put them into the storage bag, and then said to the Seven Nights Saint Lord: "Thank you for your help."
Qiye Shengjun smiled faintly and released the hand holding Nan Mingyu's throat.
Nan Mingyu immediately retreated to Nan Mingxu, and then the three elders of the Wumen soared into the sky instantly with a strong look of power! At this moment, they no longer had to use any defensive weapons.
"If you want to fight, then fight, why hesitate?"
Qiye Sage is calm and composed, with peerless grace, "Without this Sage, you cannot stop the Evil Emperor Chen Xuan, but with this Sage here, the two of us will surely make the Wumen Headquarters bleed into a river of blood!"
These tyrannical words made all the masters of witch cultivators present tremble with fear. They had already lost 70% of their fighting spirit before the war even started.
The three elders of the Wumen looked at each other, and they all saw a look of caution and solemnity in each other's eyes.
They are confident that they will join forces to kill the Seven Nights Saint Lord in the headquarters of the Wumen, but before the Seven Nights Saint Lord falls, they will definitely turn Tianwu City into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
And maybe the people from the Yuanshi Demon Palace are waiting for Qiye's orders somewhere outside the walled city.
Therefore, starting a war with the Seven Nights Saint Lord will not be worth the gain no matter how you calculate it.
"Qiye, you are a majestic Holy Lord of the Demon Sect, and you are definitely not a man who is motivated by his own will. Otherwise, our Witch Sect and the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom would only benefit from the righteous gang of hypocrites by merging with your Demon Sect!"
Wu Xiangshan said coldly.
"It turns out that your witch sect also knows that the real enemy is the righteous sect."
The Qiye Sage's mouth curled up with a hint of teasing, and then he got straight to the point, "I am here today to discuss cooperation with your witch sect. It just so happens that people from the Ten Thousand Monsters Kingdom are also here. Why don't you go into the meeting hall to talk about it?"
Wu Xiangshan thought that his guess was correct. The Demon Sect had regained its strength. If he wanted to go further, he must rely on the power of their Wu Sect.
"Princess Nanming, what do you think?"
Faced with Qiye's question, Nan Mingxu didn't have a good expression: "You almost killed me and the Monkey King's beloved son just now. Do you think it is possible for our Ten Thousand Monster Kingdom to cooperate with you?"
"This Holy Lord has a reason why you have to cooperate, and that is the Eight-Bud Pagoda."
As soon as Qiye Shengjun said this, Nan Mingxu and the three elders of the Wumen all changed their expressions.
The Eight Pagodas are the top secret of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom and the Wumen. Ordinary witch cultivators and demon clans are not qualified to know about it. Now that it is in public, Nan Mingxu and the three elders do not want this matter to be leaked.
"Okay, Qiye, I hope you won't disappoint me. Let's go into the meeting hall to talk!"
Nan Mingxu took Nan Mingyu and was the first to go towards the meeting hall.
"Seven Night Demon Lord, please."
Wu Xiangshan gave a lukewarm invitation and was about to turn around, but heard Qiye say calmly: "Evil Emperor Chen Xuan will also enter the meeting hall with this Holy Lord."
"What qualifications does a small Xiaoyao Sect have to discuss cooperation with us?"
Wu Xiangshan looked unhappy.
"Then we won't talk about it in Yuanshi Demon Palace."
Qiye Shengjun's words made the three elders have to hold back their anger and act like they were doing whatever they wanted.
Then the three elders and Wu Chenlu walked towards the meeting hall first.
Only then did Chen Xuan have the opportunity to ask Saint Qiye his doubts: "Qiye, why do you want to help me?
Feng Yue and I are the main culprits that caused the demise of the Moon God."
"When I was just reincarnated back then, I really hated you and your Taoist companion Feng Yue."
Qiye Shengjun did not hide his true inner thoughts, and his words contained a hint of emotion.
"However, throughout a person's life, ideas change at any time, and their thoughts are different at each stage."
"When I came out of seven reincarnations and still couldn't get the love of the Moon God, and the emotional pain and sorrow of the Moon God's death, I looked back and thought, if you hadn't voluntarily returned the stigmata to me, I would definitely not have been able to return to the top.
With your cultivation, you can control the demon sect in one fell swoop; as for the death of the Moon God, you cannot be completely regarded as the culprits."
"Besides, now we have a common problem. To solve this problem, we must cooperate."
"What problem?"
Chen Xuan didn't know why.
"Let's go in and explain in detail."
Qiye Shengjun smiled slightly and walked forward.
Chen Xuan and Zhang Zhicheng had no choice but to suppress their curiosity and follow them.
After entering the meeting hall and taking their seats, everyone's eyes focused on the face of the Seven Nights Saint Lord.
"Qiye, how much do you know about the Eight-Bud Pagoda?"
Nan Mingxu asked with surprise and uncertainty.
The last thing she wanted was for the secrets related to the Eight-Bud Pagoda to be known by a powerful person like the Seven Nights Saint Lord, because this would mean that her plan to completely control the Eight-Bud Pagoda would be disrupted.
"The Eight-Bud Pagoda is an ancient thing. It existed tens of thousands of years ago when this holy king was born."
The first words of the Qiye Sage made the three elders and Nan Mingxu very surprised, because they all thought that the Eight Pagodas were the treasures left by the Witch God and the Demon Saint.
"The origin of this object is extremely mysterious. It has passed through the hands of many people for tens of thousands of years, but no one has yet figured out its true secret."
"There was an elder in our Demon Sect who had reached the heavens and speculated that it wandered from the legendary fairy world or even the divine world to our mountain and sea world, but there is no way to verify this."
"Later on, gradually no strong man regarded the Eight-Bud Pagoda as the most precious treasure of heaven and earth, because it did not help in cultivation and could not be used to kill enemies. If he carried it with him, he would be killed."
"More than five thousand years ago, the Witch God and the Demon Saint who had not yet become God Lords obtained the eight pagodas. They could not figure out the reason, so they could only divide half of them into half and hand them over to the headquarters of the Witch Clan and the royal family of the Ten Thousand Demons King for safekeeping. I guess you still don't know why.
Study out the secret."
When Qiye Sage said this, the three elders of the Wumen and Nan Mingxu did not respond, which meant that Qiye's guess was correct.
"Coincidentally, I saw the record of the Eight Pagodas in a incomplete ancient book. It turns out that this small tower made of eight magic weapons can be opened with a key on the first floor.
And the key is somewhere in the Northern Wasteland."
After listening to Qiye Shengjun, the three elders and Nan Mingxu asked almost in unison: "Did you find the key?"
"Yes, this saint has spent more than a hundred years since he returned to the Demon Sect, but he has spent a lot of energy looking for the key to the pagoda."
Qiye Shengjun said, the storage ring on the middle finger of his right hand flashed with black light, and then a bronze rusty key appeared in his hand.
When Chen Xuan saw the key, his eyes couldn't help but change slightly.
