Lord God Xiaoyao

? Ten Thousand Demons Conference!

The number is Ten Thousand Monsters, but the number of people is far less than 10,000, but it is just a general term.

This time is a rush, Fuxi will not really invite ten thousand monsters to come, after all, Ziwei is the demon emperor, the nominal master of the demon clan, if the demon clan fights internally, it must be the demon emperor who has the righteousness, this invited ten thousand monsters , Are all the support of the Demon Emperor.

Ants often kill elephants, and thousands of demons come to form a large formation. They can also add power, which is definitely not a force that can be ignored.

Clouds and mists reflect each other, and the aura of light flashes!

The strands of light passed through the cracks in the trees, and there were countless light spots on the ground swaying, and the surroundings were full of greenery.

The halls are built against the mountains. The halls are majestic, majestic and magnificent, erected on the continuous mountains, like layers of lin armor, protecting Zhoushan.

Yang Qifeng sat on the main seat and watched Fuxi greet the Daoists from all directions.

"Your Majesty!" Bai Ze looked at the comers one after another, his eyes darkened involuntarily, the feather fan shaking in his hand had stopped, and he preached to Yang Qifeng in a low voice.

"Something is wrong!"

"What's wrong, Fuxi dare not kill the king." Yang Qifeng shook his head slightly, picked up the wine cup in front of him, shook it, watched the wine in the wine cup continue to shake, and finally put it down gently, preaching disdainfully.

"Your Majesty," Bai Ze turned his eyes on the powerful men of the tiger, leopard and jackal tribes such as the wolf ancestor, tiger ancestor, and Sirius, with a bad premonition in his heart.

With so many strong people, each one is the leader of a clan, none of them are weak.

It’s okay if they are all from the monster race, but there is one person who is not from the monster race, so you can say that if you come to one or two, it can be said that Fuxi has a lot of friendship, but there are so many, it can only explain The problem is.

Yang Qifeng waved his hand, interrupting Bai Ze's words.

This wave has stabilized, it's time to wave, and prevent yourself now, how can you reflect your innocence.

I didn't kill Boren, but Boren wanted to kill me.

Painful!

Face is still important, this is just finished fighting Emperor Jun and Taiyi, where can I go to fight Fuxi again, if such deeds spread all over the world, then Yang Qifeng will give people a fixed impression of treacherous, or villain and so on.

No matter how fierce creatures are, when he is successful, he will disguise himself as a harmless little white rabbit.

"Xi, don't tell me about it!" Yang Qifeng asked after watching Fuxi lead the white tiger into the table.

"I'm about to introduce to your Majesty." Fuxi's tone was flat, with a shallow smile hanging from his handsome face, which made people feel like a spring breeze, and began to introduce Yang Qifeng to preach:

"These are the tiger ancestors of the tiger clan, Baihu, Yinhu!"

"These are the wolf ancestors of the wolf clan, Sirius, and misfortune!"

Misdou, isn't this a dog?

When Yang Qifeng heard this, his expression moved slightly, but then he remembered that in the ancient times, the wolfdogs were basically a family regardless of their families. After all, this is not a later generation. Nowadays, similar races must be gathered together.

One after another, the seven-star powerhouses were constantly introduced by Fuxi, and they had a kind of seven-star walk all over the place, which was not as good as Chinese cabbage.

You must know that in the first battle in Tianfeng Palace, seven-star or high-end combat power, even the three clans that dominated the world, there were not too many.

But the number of seven-star powerhouses gathered here now is no less than twenty. This is how long it has passed, that is, more than a thousand years.

No wonder the three tribes have done a good job, but the tribes can no longer control the world.

The forces gathered here now to participate in the Ten Thousand Demons Conference are strong and strong, but at most they occupy one-tenth of the current prehistoric power, or even less.

Since the three clans lost their hegemony, the prehistoric hundreds of clans have risen, the storm is violent, and the waves are raging.

"Since you all come to the Ten Thousand Demon Conference, you have the intention to join the Demon Race."

"We are the demon emperor and will not be stingy with rewards."

"Establish ten great demon kings and establish ten great palaces to arrest and suppress."

"Your Majesty is passionate." Yang Qifeng was interrupted by an indifferent voice before he finished speaking.

The white tiger, who had just sat down, stood up suddenly, his burly body propped up his clothes, and his exposed muscles were like rocks. The indifferent tiger eyes stared at Yang Qifeng with piercing eyes, and he preached unceremoniously:

"I'm waiting to come, I must join the monster clan."

"It's about letting the monster race annihilate it."

"It's not a witch or a demon, what a big tone, where does this move my Leopard Clan?" Baihu's words just fell, Leopard Ancestor threw the wine bottle in his hand, with a bang, Leopard Ancestor also stood up.

The dense beard opened, and an angry voice resounded in all directions: "The monster race will be destroyed!"

"Yes, the monster race will be destroyed today."

The words of agreement continued to sound. Although he was dissatisfied with the timing of Baihu's first attack, the first person still began to agree.

"The establishment of the Demon Race, the rewards of heaven, is it comparable to you." Kunpeng watched this scene with a sneer, but had to stand up. If it was just a rage, Kunpeng wouldn't mind when it arrived, but he wanted to destroy the Demon Race.

This is denying Kunpeng's status as a demon master and seizing Kunpeng's luck. This is what Kunpeng cannot bear.

Looking at Fuxi with dissatisfaction, he didn't know how to align with each other, and the main contradictions were unclear.

If it's just a fight inside the monster clan, Kunpeng can stand by with cold eyes, because no matter who wins or loses, he must appease Kunpeng, where it seems that Kunpeng has to go shirtless in front of him, and he has to shoot himself.

Cannot unite all those who can be united, and push the neutral people to the side of the enemy. It is not a waste.

Yang Qifeng showed a look of sarcasm, looking at Fu Xi who didn't say a word. At this moment, Fu Xi had been forced to the corner of the wall with the knife on his neck, so he had to go the other way.

What a waste~www.wuxiaspot.com~ If you know what Kunpeng is thinking at the moment, Yang Qifeng will definitely agree.

It was a good situation, but was kidnapped by Baihu.

Obviously this is not the time for Fuxi to attack, it is not in Fuxi's interest, but this is in line with Baihu's interests, the demon clan is destroyed, the tiger clan rises, and this is the purpose of the white tiger.

So the Monster Race will be destroyed, but what can Fuxi gain if the Monster Race is destroyed?

He didn't get anything, and was actually played by Baihu. It really made Yang Qifeng feel lonely. He thought he was a character, but he didn't expect it to be just a flowery.

Life is as lonely as snow.

Yang Qifeng sighed, looked at Fuxi and Baihu and others in the distance. He shook his head and preached:

"Foreign enemies have been attracted, and the fire is ripe."

"Xi, you made a great contribution, and I will reward you afterwards."