There was no joy on Mo Ming's face, but a solemn look on his face: "Since everyone agrees, let's start preparations.
Of the nine veins of the Saint clan, I, the Dharma Demon, have only one, while the Yin Demon and the Yang Demon have four veins each.
To summon the true form of the ancestor of the demon, the power required still comes from us. Each line requires one half-step Nascent Soul and two late or peak golden elixirs.
The participating tribesmen must all have the phantom of the real demon in their consciousness.
As a result, almost half of the top leaders of our Holy Clan will be sacrificed.
Since this method was proposed by me, I naturally want to participate in it.
From now on, all affairs of the Holy Clan will be handed over to my brother Mohui."
Mo Hui quickly declined: "Brother, there is also an ancient true demon shadow in my sea of consciousness, which can lead the Nine Lights Heavenly Demon Array on your behalf.
The Saints can live without me, Mohui, but they cannot live without you."
Other demons also spoke to dissuade him. Among the demons, the magic and demon lineage has always been the main one, with other demons as supplements.
Mo Ming has been ruling the demon clan for thousands of years, and the demon clan of Yin and Yang and the Eight Meridians obey his orders.
Although Mo Hui is not weak in strength, in terms of prestige, he is far inferior to Mo Ming.
The demons tried to dissuade him again and again, but Mo Ming no longer persisted.
Losing most of the top management, he went to summon the true form of the ancestor of the demon.
Even if it succeeds, there will be turmoil among the demons.
If it fails, then you need someone who can convince the crowd to stabilize the situation.
No one can do this except him.
Xue Jie asked: "What should we do with the demon cultivators in the Demon Valley? They are not of the same mind as the saints.
When the true form of the ancestor of the demon is summoned, these guys may rebel.
The more than forty golden elixir demon cultivators are also a considerable force and should not be underestimated.
How about we deal with them first?"
Mo Ming shook his head: "Once these people jump over the wall in a hurry, they will inevitably cause casualties to the Saints.
It's not cost-effective for us to take action. It's better to let the human race take action.
Order these demon cultivators to go into battle. As long as they leave the Demon Valley, the human race will have a headache.
Master Yunhe has made a promise before that those who surrender will not be killed.
This group of demon cultivators surrendered, and the people who felt uncomfortable were the humans.
Killing them would be a breach of trust.
I was worried if I didn't kill them, so I could only send people to watch them.
In this way, it can also weaken the human race's ability to participate in the war.
You go back first to discuss the candidates for each lineage of the Saint clan, and I will handle the matter of the demon cultivators."
The demons bowed their hands and said yes, then retreated.
Mo Ming sent a message to the leader of Mo Xiu and asked him to come to the cave.
Soon, a thin monk with a flattering face walked into the cave.
After meeting Mo Ming, the thin monk bowed and saluted: "I have met Master Mo Ming. I wonder what the important thing is for you to ask me to come here?"
Mo Ming nodded: "Wang Ming, if we want to fight back against the human race, we need you to lead the demon cultivators to disrupt the human race, and then we can attack them unexpectedly.
If you win this battle, I will replace you with the true blood of the Holy Clan and allow you to marry a Saint Clan woman as your wife.
From now on, you are the true saint, and no one dares to say that you are not."
Upon hearing this, Wang Ming bent even harder and wanted to knock his head on the ground: "Thank you Lord Mo Ming for your cultivation. I will do my best to help the Holy Clan and conquer Beiyuan."
Seeing him like this, Mo Ming felt a little disgusted.
But now is the time for him to risk his life, so naturally he can't show it.
He pretended to be appreciative and patted Wang Ming on the shoulder: "As long as you work hard for the Holy Clan, the Holy Clan will never treat you badly.
Go ahead, summon the demon cultivators, and prepare to attack the human race.
Whether you become a member of the Saint Clan or continue to be a demon cultivator in the future depends on your performance."
Wang Ming patted his chest and assured: "Don't worry, Sir Mo Ming. Although my subordinates are not strong enough to deal with Master Lei Yan for you, it is not difficult to kill the half-step Nascent Soul human race."
Mo Ming suppressed his disgust, encouraged him a few words, and let him go out.
After Wang Ming left the cave, he yelled at the demon cultivators: "You lazy guys, get up quickly, Lord Mo Ming has something to say."
Wang Ming has no dignity at all in front of the demons, but he always acts aloof in front of the humans.
It seems that it is an extremely honorable thing for him to be the lackey of the demons, and he is head and shoulders above the rest of the human race.
If any demon cultivator dares to disobey his will, he will be severely punished.
The demon cultivators did not dare to touch his troubles, so they could only come to him.
Wang Ming raised his head and saw the listlessness of everyone, and cursed: "Looking at your appearance, the dignified Jindan monks are not as good as the low-level monks of the Saint clan.
Lord Mo Ming wants to fight back against the human race. As long as we can make great contributions, we can have the same treatment as the saint race in the future.
If you dare not try your best, be careful of your dog’s life.”
The demon cultivators responded sparsely, and Wang Ming led everyone to fly out of the Demon Valley with a look of hatred.
Wang Daoyuan and others were scolding vigorously outside Tianmo Valley.
The demons had been a coward for more than a month, and now they actually sent people out, and they were still heading towards them.
Wang Daoyuan was worried about an ambush, so he didn't dare to step forward. He just ordered the flying warships to attack the demon cultivators.
All of a sudden, dozens of fourth-level high-grade attack magic weapons attacked the demon cultivator at the same time.
These demonic cultivators were quite strong and easily dodged the attacks, with only a few being injured.
After dodging the attack, Wang Ming used a pitch black gourd and took the lead, flying towards Wang Daoyuan's car.
The other demon cultivators didn't take it seriously and followed slowly behind.
They were all ready to surrender, and naturally they would not follow this idiot Wang Ming to death.
Wang Daoyuan murmured in his heart, how could a demon cultivator at the peak of the golden elixir have the courage to rush over so directly?
When Wang Ming flew more than thirty miles in front of the warship, Wang Daoyuan waved his right hand, and a huge dragon claw phantom appeared out of thin air and grabbed Wang Ming.
This is exactly the spell that comes with the True Dragon Body Forging Technique, called the True Dragon Breaking Heaven Claw.
The shadow of the dragon claw carries the power of a real dragon.
Wang Ming was confused at that time. He thought that his strength was not weak, but he didn't expect that besides Zhenren Lei Yan, there were such powerful people in the human race.
He was experienced in fighting and did not panic. The black gourd in his hand spurted out streams of black sword light.
This gourd is also a weapon gourd. It should contain several flying swords. The power of this sword light is quite powerful.
Wang Daoyuan's dragon claw phantom also fell apart after breaking through all the sword light.
His casual blow was so powerful that Wang Ming did not dare to step forward to seek death.
Wang Daoyuan would not give up and shouted: "Those who surrender will be spared from death, and those who resist will have their souls and souls refined."
His roar was also mixed with the power of Tiger Roar Soul Suppressing Technique.
However, these demonic cultivators were known for their powerful spiritual consciousness and were not directly shocked out of their minds. They were just extremely frightened by the sound and did not dare to move forward.
On the human side, the other flying warships would not just watch. They began to surround the other demon cultivators.
Wang Ming was fascinated by the pie painted by Mo Ming, and he wanted to make great achievements.
Instead of running away at this time, Wang Daoyuan launched an attack.
Seven long black swords flew out of the gourd and attacked the flying warship.
Three hundred feathers over one foot long, composed of silver flames, instantly appeared on Wang Daoyuan's body. These were exactly the feather blades in the Golden Roc Fighting Dragon Technique.
He left the flying warship, controlled all the silver feathers, and attacked Wang Ming.
Wang Ming was still greedy for life and afraid of death, and did not dare to exchange injuries for injuries. He recalled his black sword and resisted Ling Yu.
He himself turned into a puff of black smoke and tried to escape.
The silver feathers hit the seven flying swords and chopped them into pieces.
There were more than a hundred feathers left, and they continued to move forward, finally hitting the defensive formation of Tianmo Valley, causing the defensive formation to fluctuate.
Wang Daoyuan turned into a silver roc and chased towards the black smoke.
Soon, the Pengniao caught up with the black smoke.
Stretching out two sharp claws and grabbing into the black smoke, Wang Ming immediately appeared.
The Peng bird's claws just scratched through his pipa bone.
This is exactly the dragon-catching claw used in the Jinpeng Dragon Fighting Technique. Dragons can capture it, but even a soul demon with a weak body cannot escape.