The Ancestral Demon God obviously did not take General Fulong seriously.
Such confident and domineering words shocked Ling Xuan, Shetuo and others, and they all felt deeply proud.
Deep down in my heart, I naturally have enough confidence.
Ling Xuan said no more, and quickly bowed his hands in salute, saying: "In compliance with the order of the ancestor, I will send a message to General Fulong."
After that, he took out the summons slip and summoned General Fulong on the spot.
The Ancestral Demon God thought silently for a moment, and then asked: "Did you report before that Tianzhu Mountain was destroyed by the Fatian Clan army?"
"Exactly." Ling Xuan nodded quickly.
The ancestral demon god frowned and asked in a low tone: "Tianzhu Mountain is the dojo of the Sword God, and there must be the Sword God's Shinto inheritance or treasures hidden in it.
After the Fatians destroyed Tianzhu Mountain, did you see any strange phenomena? Did you find any treasures?"
Ling Xuan shook his head and replied truthfully: "No! Tianzhu Mountain has become a ruins like an ordinary mountain.
The Fatian Clan army built a new Fatian Palace on the ruins.
Since then, the Sword God has disappeared without a trace and has not appeared again to this day."
The Ancestral Demon God pondered for a moment and said in a solemn tone: "In the battle at Tianzhu Mountain, the Sword God did not show up, which proves that he did not participate in the battle, and he must still be alive!
He is probably hiding and recuperating his energy to regain his strength in order to seek revenge in the future!"
Ling Xuan hesitated for a moment and then asked: "Forefather Qi, the Sword God now has enemies on all sides. Not only the Futian Clan is looking for him, but also the Tianjue Divine Kingdom is looking for him.
Do you think we should take the lead and seize his bloodline and inheritance?"
The ancestral demon god waved his hand, grinned with a teasing sneer, and said: "No need! This god has returned to the divine realm and no longer needs the sword god's blood to condense his divine body.
Moreover, the Futian clan is too ambitious and will definitely become a stumbling block for our clan in the future.
We can’t let the Fatian Clan go too smoothly, leaving the Sword God to deal with them will just weaken their power!”
Ling Xuan suddenly realized it, showed an expression of sincere admiration, nodded and said: "That's it! The ancestor is indeed far-sighted!
The Futian clan is eager to expand and must kill Luo Shui and Sword God.
After they have defeated both sides, we will reap the benefits!"
The ancestral demon god smiled and nodded, and said in a low tone: "It's best if you understand! No matter how strong the Futian Clan is, it is only temporary.
The one who will eventually rule this world must be our clan!"
Ling Xuan, Shetuo and others all agreed, full of hope for the future.
Not long after, a dark red blood light flew from the sky and landed in front of Ling Xuan.
That was a piece of mysterious blood jade, which was exactly the message sent by General Fulong.
After Ling Xuan read the message with his spiritual consciousness, he suddenly smiled.
"Reporting to the First Ancestor, General Fulong said that he has wanted to meet you for a long time. Since you invited him, of course he will go to the appointment..."
Ling Xuan bowed to the ancestral demon god and relayed the message truthfully.
…
Soon, two days passed.
In the early morning of the third day, Beiming Palace was decorated grandly and solemnly, and a guard of honor was placed on the square outside the palace.
At 4 o'clock, Ling Xuan, Shetuo and others walked out of the hall and waited in the square to greet General Fulong.
Not long after, a dark shadow came from the south, traveling hundreds of miles in an instant.
"Whoosh!"
The black shadow came to a stop above Bei Ming Palace, and revealed its true appearance. It turned out to be a thousand-foot-long warship.
The battleship hung high in the sky. After the door opened, a tall monster walked out.
This is a half-human, half-animal monster, with black dragon scales all over its body, two ferocious black dragons protruding from its shoulders, and a mysterious black aura lingering all over its body.
There is no doubt that this is the leader of the Fatian Clan, General Fulong.
Behind him were four guards from the Fatian Clan wearing black armor.
General Fulong, accompanied by four guards, descended from the sky and landed on the square outside the palace.
Ling Xuan, Shetuo and others immediately came forward to greet them and bowed with smiles on their faces.
"We sincerely welcome General Fulong. The ancestor of our clan has been waiting for a long time!"
Ling Xuan, Shetuo and others were very confident, and their attitude towards General Fulong was polite, but not respectful and humble enough.
General Fulong noticed something strange, he just nodded slightly and didn't say anything more.
Afterwards, Ling Xuan, Shetuo and others, surrounded by General Fulong, left the square and entered the meeting hall.
In the dimly lit, cold and gloomy meeting hall, the ancestral demon god was sitting at the top of the table.
At this moment, he was just a two-foot-tall black-robed giant with three huge heads.
In appearance and body shape, he is obviously not as domineering as General Fulong.
But the aura of the ancestral demon god is more mysterious and gloomy, and his momentum is not weaker than that of General Fulong.
General Fulong came to the main hall and stood still, staring at the ancestral demon god with his eyes, the purple fire in his eyes kept beating.
The ancestor demon god also looked at him intently, looking him over from head to toe.
The two looked at each other for a moment, and then withdrew their scrutinizing gaze.
The ancestral demon god raised his hand and said in a low tone: "Welcome General Fulong to Beiming Palace, please take a seat!"
General Fulong grinned and said with a half-smile, "There's no need to sit down. Lord Demon God, please just talk about business."
Given his size, the seats in the hall were obviously too small, so he simply stood and spoke.
The ancestral demon god did not force himself, and said with a playful expression: "It seems that General Fulong has worked hard and has mastered the language of our clan."
General Fulong was still smiling, and said in a calm tone: "If this were not the case, how could I communicate with the Demon God?"
"Hehehe..." The ancestor demon sneered twice, and his eyes became even sharper.
"I'm afraid that not only our language, but also the human language and the situation in the Shenwu Continent, General Fulong has a clear grasp of it!"
General Fulong raised his eyebrows and said in a neutral tone: "Since I have come to this world, I have to learn and adapt.
To use the human language that I recently learned, this is called doing as the Romans do."
"Do as the Romans do?" The ancestor demon sneered again: "I'm afraid you have other agendas?"
The purple fire in General Fulong's eyes jumped twice, he looked directly at it and said: "I don't understand, please tell me, Lord Demon God."
"Okay!" The ancestral demon god stopped beating around the bush, restrained his sneer, and said solemnly: "The Futian clan first occupied the five southern regions of our clan, then invaded the Seventy-Two City and Tianzhu Mountain, and now they also occupy the Luoshui Kingdom.
half of the country.
The Futian Clan is so angry that they are devouring mountains and rivers and pointing their swords at the entire continent. Have they ever thought about the consequences?"
General Fulong said expressionlessly: "War and killing are nothing more than victory and defeat. What are the consequences?
Besides, with our clan’s strength and power, it would be easy to sweep across the entire continent.”
The ancestor demon sneered again and said in a playful tone: "Hehehe... General Fulong is so confident!
Then have you ever thought that if you become an enemy of the entire Shenwu Continent, even if you win in the end, you will pay an extremely heavy price?"