Jin Ling's heart was shaken and he immediately bowed: "Then I'll trouble Senior Dragon Clan."
Jin Ling handed over the token of the Eagle Clan, turned into a golden eagle, and flew into the sky.
Xiao Long glanced at the token in his hand. It had the word "Eagle" written on it. Below it was the map logo of Netherworld State. There was also the word "13" next to it, which represented the thirteen quotas.
After collecting the token, Xiao Long released Huang Mao and Dahei Erhei and walked into the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons.
In the sky, Jin Ling recalled the scene just now and sighed: "As expected of the Dragon Clan, not only with powerful talents, but also with such attainments in formations, I am ashamed of myself!"
Formation, like alchemy, requires a lifetime of exploration. Many strong people spend their whole lives unable to figure out the way. It is even more rare to have extremely high attainments in formation while having strong cultivation talents.
Suddenly, Jin Ling realized a problem.
Netherworld State and Ten Thousand Demons State are separated by more than a dozen states and span most of the Southern Barbarian Territory. Such an interstate teleportation array cannot be activated by semi-high-grade spiritual veins. It must be activated by top-grade spiritual veins.
The more Jin Ling thought about it, the more thrilling he felt...
The Kingdom of Ten Thousand Monsters was established by monsters. It was not divided into several cities like humans, nor did it build city walls. It was like a village that had expanded countless times.
In Wanyao's country, there are countless huge buildings with strange shapes, arranged vertically and horizontally. Looking at the sky, they look like ants densely packed in the distance. The only thing that is pleasing to the eye is that the buildings are arranged neatly, and you can clearly distinguish where they are.
Streets, where is the business district and where is the fighting platform.
As the Ten Thousand Demons Conference approaches, many demon lords who have turned into humans can be seen on the streets. They walk in groups and talk on the streets, and some people set up stalls to sell things.
Xiao Qing and the others stayed behind Xiao Long, not daring to run around, but Huang Mao was very interested, looking around, scratching his ears and cheeks from time to time.
"Boss, I really want to find someone to fight with." Huang Mao muttered.
"Go to the reception desk to register first, and then you can do whatever you want." Xiao Long said.
"Okay!" Huang Mao said excitedly.
The reception desk of the Eagle Clan is not far away, and Xiao Long and the other demons arrived within an hour of their departure.
This is a large courtyard about a hundred miles wide. It is already filled with all kinds of transformed monsters. They come from all the major states in the Southern Barbarian Territory. They are all flying transformed monsters. This place should be specially used for
Receive the flying demon tribe.
Xiao Long's consciousness briefly scanned it, and he found that the number of monsters in the courtyard was around 30,000, and these were only flying types. If other types were included, the total number of monsters participating in the Ten Thousand Monster Conference should exceed 500,000.
These monsters are all the elites of the monster world in the Southern Barbarian Domain.
A white crane squatted on the roof. When it saw someone coming, it transformed into a white-haired old man and landed in front of Xiao Long.
This person is the only demon saint in the courtyard, and must be the host of the flying demon beasts in the Ten Thousand Demon Conference, Elder Yan He.
"What race are you?" Yan He looked at Xiao Long and the group of people behind him.
He could tell that the group of people behind Xiao Long were probably hawk-like monsters, but he couldn't tell what race Xiao Long, the yellow-faced man next to them, and the dark-skinned man and woman were.
"I am here on behalf of the Eagle Clan of Netherworld State."
Xiao Long handed over the token of the Eagle Clan.
"Netherworld Eagle Clan." Yan He took the token and counted it in his mind, and found that Xiao Long and his group numbered seventeen.
Yan He's eyes narrowed and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Haha, the Eagle Clan only has thirteen places, but you have seventeen people here. Do you think I can't count?"
Yan He put away the token and waved his hand: "Go away!"
After saying that, he turned around and left without returning the token to Xiao Long.
Yao Chen and others were immediately stunned.
Huang Mao was also slightly startled, and took the token away after a disagreement?
Yan He was secretly happy. He waited for several days and finally found a group of weaklings. The leader of the team, a mere ninth-level demon king, dared to hand over the token to him. He was really stupid to the extreme.
"Alas! Poor fellows!"
"The token must have been stolen by that old guy, and he earned thirteen spots in vain."
"The only thing to blame is that they were too stupid to let a ninth-level demon lord lead the team."
The monster beasts who were watching were talking a lot and mourned Xiao Long and the others from the bottom of their hearts.
"I remember, isn't the Netherworld Eagle Clan a four-star force? It doesn't even have a Demon Saint to lead the team."
"Who knows, maybe he was killed by someone who was robbed on the way." The monsters talked about it.
Yan He sat on a roof, glanced at Xiao Long and the others, and closed his eyes to rest.
Xiao Long had no expression on his face and slowly walked towards Yan He.
When the monsters saw this scene, they all became quiet and looked at this scene curiously.
"He still wants to find a place?"
"It's so reckless!"
The monsters shook their heads and sighed at Xiao Long's irrational behavior.
"I really didn't expect that the dignified host of the Ten Thousand Demons Conference would have such a moron." Xiao Long said with cold eyes as he walked away.
Yan He glanced at him and sneered: "Give you a chance, kneel down and apologize, then slap yourself twice, and I will spare your life!"
Xiao Long shook his head helplessly.
Sure enough, there will be no fair treatment anywhere. All fairness is achieved with fists.
If you have a strong fist, others will not dare to provoke you. If you are a little weaker, others will try their best to squeeze you.
For example, this person, seeing that Xiao Long and his group were not led by the Demon Saint, had evil thoughts in his mind, and stole the token. If he resisted, he would die. Anyway, if he killed Xiao Long and the others, they would die without evidence, and the onlookers would not be full.
, to report a host.
Divine beasts do not need a quota to participate in the competition. If Yan He returns the token to him, Xiao Long will explain it. Now it seems that there is no need to explain.
Xiao Long walked over step by step, his footsteps ringing loudly in the yard.
Yan He's eyes narrowed.
"You dare to disobey me?"
Yan He's voice was low, and murderous intent burst out of his eyes.
As the host of the Ten Thousand Monsters Conference, Yan He has a superior status. Countless people have tried their best to please him. Even the heads of the demon clans who are countless times more powerful than him, they all treat him with courtesy when they meet him, and they naturally treat him with courtesy.
It has become a noble and aloof temperament.
At this moment, an unknown person dared not to listen to him!
His dignity seemed to be challenged at this moment!
Without saying a word, Xiao Long walked to the house, flew into the air, and flew to the opposite side of Yan He.
"Okay, you ignored me! I will break your limbs and punish you for the crime of disrespect!"
Yan He's anger reached the limit, and his old face flushed red. He took the lead and struck hard at Xiao Long with a big hand of true energy.
The True Yuan Big Hand is a method commonly used by respected kings and emperors, and is rarely used by holy kings. But facing Xiao Long, Yan He did not need to use a killing move, just one palm.