"Bastard, are you saying that all the war slaves under my command are cowardly, cowardly, and fearful of death? All of them are hidden in hiding?"
In the dark canyon, a demon young man wearing dark blood-colored armor, who looked like a human with wings on his back and a sinister face, like a green ghost, roared angrily.
"Your Highness, please calm down. This is absolutely not your intention!"
The demon general, who looks like a wild boar, has hair on his temples like steel thorns, is as short as a mountain, and has a green face and fangs, kneels on the ground like a quail, and explains in a hissing voice.
"Then tell me, what is going on? Why are all of them missing? No one alive, no dead body?"
Pointed fangs loomed at the corners of the demon youth's lips, and blood flames flashed in his eyes, clearly very angry.
"My subordinates received news that a war slave under Lang San encountered a powerful enemy, so he assembled a team of war slaves to encircle and suppress him, but he disappeared without a trace!"
The mountain boar demon general trembled.
"Oh!"
The demon youth smiled sternly. This was just the same old story, no different from the news he had received before. What he wanted was the result, not the explanation.
The demons who were familiar with this young master all trembled and lowered their heads humbly, for fear of being noticed, because this was a sign of extreme anger and an explosion!
"Your Highness, spare your life. I really don't know what's going on. With the strength of the dozens of slaves gathered by Lang San, even an ordinary semi-holy venerable among the human pigs can only run away. In a place like this,
It’s simply impossible to have the power to make them disappear silently!”
The Mountain Boar Demon General almost collapsed, hissing in defense. His body was extremely majestic, and the aura of a peak emperor was actually frightened and showing signs of disorder.
"Hey, you are a pig-like idiot, what do I want from you?"
The face of the demon youth suddenly became calm as usual, like a green-faced puppet without any life, but a flash of blood suddenly flashed between his eyebrows.
"Forgive...ah!"
The wild boar demon rolled over in panic, but suddenly screamed and rolled on the spot.
What made the powerful demons present fell silent was that the hissing sound coming from the body of the boar demon was sometimes like a poisonous snake spitting a letter, and sometimes like the gurgling water, and the majestic body of the mountain shriveled up in the blink of an eye.
Go secrete!
With the sound of splashing liquid, the Boar Demon General shrank into a ball like a deflated balloon and spread out on the ground. The flesh, flesh and bones in his body disappeared directly after the appearance of a crystal red and black brilliance.
"Hmph, a pig-like idiot can only do so much!"
The demon youth opened his mouth and swallowed the blood. His scarlet forked tongue, like the tip of a snake's tongue, licked the corner of his lower lip with evil intent. Then he glanced coldly at his subordinates who were like clay sculptures and said, "Say
, what’s going on?”
All the demon generals trembled, hunched their necks, and no one dared to say a word. According to His Highness's temperament, if he did not get a satisfactory answer after speaking, his end would definitely be no better than the previous one.
They are both peak demon emperors, but no one dares to call themselves "emperor" before they are the direct descendants of the orthodox royal family. Although doing so is very standard and is passed down from the human race, no one dares to do so.
.
But looking at the fate of the Mountain Boar Demon General, we can clearly see how big the gap between the two sides is. It is not only the status oppression that has been formed for many years, but also the mark of humiliation and slavery burned into the bones!
Even if they join forces to resist, they may be able to hold on for a while, but they will definitely not be their opponents, and they will harm the tribe!
Now, we can only hope that this moody Highness will see that he is employing people and will not kill wantonly.
But now, their calculations are totally wrong!
In the eyes of high-level demons, especially the royal family, these tribal elite war slaves who come from scattered demon tribes and do not even have titles are no different from slaves. They can be killed and replaced.
If they can extinguish the anger of His Highness, it can be regarded as waste utilization, and it will be their honor!
Fortunately, there are still people who know that if His Highness is allowed to lose his mind and vent his anger, the current situation will be unfavorable and he will step forward.
"Your Highness!"
It was a demon with a skinny and shriveled body, like a hunched old wolf. He was as humble as a slave and said, "Your Highness, please calm down. Lang San is one of the slave captains. He is powerful, even among the human race at the same level."
It is difficult for ordinary people to match up with such talented warriors, let alone gather more than half of the battle slave team?"
"so what?"
The demon youth said coldly.
"The life cards of this team of war slaves are not broken. There are only three situations. Either they died in a special place and the life cards cannot be sensed, or they were captured and imprisoned in a special place. The life cards cannot be sensed either. And the third
This situation... my subordinates dare not say anything!"
The old wolf demon said humbly.
"Say, I forgive you for not being guilty!"
The demon youth said coldly.
"Thank you for your forgiveness, Your Highness!"
The old wolf demon breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "In the third case, I am afraid that someone does not want His Highness to rescue the ancestor, so they deliberately weaken His Highness's power!"
"How dare they? This is the strategy set by the demon lords of Demon Star Tianyuan. Who dares to interfere with it?"
The demon youth had a livid face and stared at the old wolf demon with a sinister look, as if he would be sent to hell if he didn't give a suitable reason.
"Your Highness Mingjian, this attack on the Shenzhou Territory is the most violent in tens of thousands of years. The five royal families are coming together. With the little strength of the human race, they cannot resist it. Now it is just delaying time! Such a big piece
Fat..."
The old wolf demon trembled and lowered his head, but did not continue midway.
"Okay, okay, everyone has plundered so many things from the human race. The good ones didn't learn anything, but they actually learned how to 'kill the donkey' to harm our ancestors. Damn it!"
The demon youth's face was distorted, and he hissed like a fierce ghost, "Yin Zhi, Duoluo, I swear in the name of my ancestors, if you dare to disrupt my rescue of our ancestors, I will fight you to the death!"
"Your Highness, as long as you have your orders, we will not give up even if we die!"
All the demons were half kneeling on the ground, shouting respectfully and angrily.
The master humiliates his ministers to death, not to mention that they are just war slaves that are only one level higher than slaves. They still have not broken away from the category of slaves, so they naturally know when to show their loyalty.
"Lang Er listens to the order, summons all the war slaves, and assembles to the emperor immediately, without any mistake!"
The demon youth shouted loudly.
Judging from the situation, it was already figured out that for the sake of the fat piece of the Shenzhou Territory, an agreement had been reached within the Demon Territory. At this time, the Demon Emperor who had not much combat power but had great achievements was naturally happy to see the result.
In the Demon Star Tianyuan, except for the transcendental beings of the Ziyue Royal Family, who rarely get involved in miscellaneous matters, the other five royal families do not infringe on each other on the surface, but secretly compete for power and gain, but there is never a shortage of conspiracy activities.
"As you command!"
Wolf Er, that is, the old wolf demon, kowtowed respectfully, took out something like a throat bone and blew it, letting out a low whimper like a cry, which spread far and wide.
…
At the same time, in the Boundary Pearl space that was completely different from Youxia Ridge, in a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, dozens of strange and sluggish demon emperors were all lying on the ground exhausted, cursing endlessly.
"Oh, you still have the energy to curse. As expected of the Demon Clan, which is known for its strength. Even the motley crew of the Demon Clan has far more strength than the human race at the same level!"
Wu Ming stood with his hands behind his back and gave him a cold expression.
"Boundary Lord, you are ready!"
Ao Zhan came closer and bowed to report.
"Um!"
Wu Ming nodded slightly and waved his hand.
"Do it!"
Ao Zhan gave a low drink.
Whoosh!
Dozens of Dragon Saint Legacy Emperors came out together, each holding a strange treasure to form a formation, isolating each demon clan.
Wu Ming stepped forward slowly, came to an isolated demon, kicked him over, stepped on the opponent's chest, leaned over slightly, and looked into the opponent's eyes.
"Human pig, if you have any skills, just use it. If this emperor frowns..."
The Demon King is a tough guy. Even though he is in jail, he still curses and shows no fear.
It is well known that humans and demons are mortal enemies. Once you fall into the hands of your mortal enemies, you will have no way out. Rather than begging for mercy, it is better to be tough.
Seeing this, the other demons who were separated did not know what they said, but they started making noises one by one, shouting and cursing.
It's a pity that except Wu Ming, no one understands the demon language at all. Even if someone does, they can't distinguish the indigenous languages from the various demon tribes!
In fact, even Wu Ming couldn't understand quite a few of them, but that didn't matter.
But when he saw Wu Ming's hand making a strange seal, a strange and eerie wind suddenly rose up. Even Ao Zhan, as a semi-saint, couldn't help but get goosebumps and took half a step back feeling quite uncomfortable.
No one recognized what kind of magic formula this was, and even though Ao Zhan vaguely felt that it was very different from the seal formula of the Chinese people, he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
My Lord, the master of the Dragon Saint's heritage, is the descendant of the Dragon Saint ancestor from eons ago. Even if he knows some special seals, it will only make him more knowledgeable and talented.
What's more, if this is being used on demons, what's wrong with it?
"Zole..."
But seeing Wu Ming holding a dazzling and strange seal in his hand, a silver-gray, winding stream of light like a small snake condensed on his fingertips. After a burst of obscure and mysterious spells were silently spit out, he pointed.
At the center of the Demon Race's eyebrows.
"ah……"
The demon was still cursing, but the next moment his eyes suddenly widened, and blood soon filled his pupils. He screamed miserably, and his entire majestic body twitched and rolled.
Such a scene made the other powerful demons go crazy and howl in anger, but they gradually felt frightened.
Because, after just ten breaths, the companion's legs stared, and his breath was extremely sluggish. Except for the continuous spitting of black blood foam from his mouth and the slight rise and fall of his chest, it almost made people think that he was dead!
"Next!"
Wu Ming frowned slightly, left the demon clan, and said coldly.
Plop!
Soon, the Emperor of the Dragon Saint Heritage brought a demon closer and knocked him to the ground.
As before, the demon continued to curse, showing off his iron bones, but Wu Ming was not moved at all, and remained as before. The small silver-gray snake flowed into the center of his eyebrows.
Eight in a row, just like before, Wu Ming's face turned a bit pale. It was not until the ninth that he succeeded, kneeling at his feet like a slave, answering all questions.
"Sir, the one our clan is leading this time is the blood of the royal clan's weeping blood god's son, Blood Eyes..."