Behind the dense demon clan and demon birds, there is a continuous camp tent, and the demon clan raises the strength of the whole clan, and completes the battle in one battle, gathering all the forces of the demon clan that can be fought.

From the awakening of the old man in Tsing Yi in the Moon-Seeking Mountain, to the call for the Great Witch of the Twelve Royal Clans, it took several years before finally at this moment, all the elites of the demon clan were hovering at the junction of the two realms.

In this battle, the people of the demon clan who died also had to cross Dingjun Mountain, and in the world, take another look at the long-lost daylight.

Among the tents, there was one of the largest camps, in which twelve luxurious thrones were placed, and only eight men sat on them.

In front of the twelve thrones is a seat made of animal teeth, representing dignity and supreme majesty.

Bi Yu was holding between the twelve thrones, constantly looking at the other seven people seated, many of them had not seen each other for many years, and more of them had been fighting each other for countless years, if it weren't for that existence, I am afraid that a few people present would be able to fight on the spot.

"Everyone, the twelve royal clans of the demon clan, can it be that there are only eight people present?" asked with a smile.

The remaining seven people didn't bother to take care of it, only one of the women smiled and said, "There are still eight people, hehe, I don't think I can even make up half of it." ”

Bi Lu, who was the first to rush to the battlefield, naturally took on the responsibility of the host, and said with a smile: "Rong Yan, put away your fire python, when the master comes, I can't see such a mess." ”

One of the twelve ancestors of the demon clan, the Southern Fire Ancestor Witch, Rong Yan snorted and glanced at Bi Lu fiercely, but he still put away the fire python under his feet, and his whole body was covered in red, and the whole person sat there like a raging flame.

Thinking back then, when the demon clan was still in charge of the heavenly court, Rong Yan was the fire ancestor of the world, but he was trapped in the Nine Netherworld for so many years, and he could only play with fire and reflect the moon.

Sitting in the first of the twelve thrones, like a yellow sac, has no face, and the person sits there, but it is ethereal, and the illusion seems to always make it impossible to understand whether the person is present or not.

"When is the master coming?"

Bi Hao was extremely respectful to this person sitting at the top of the twelve thrones, "Emperor, the lord is in Zhuyue Mountain, why don't you pass by but don't go to the court, is it still angry with the lord?"

The twelve ancestors of the demon clan, the well-deserved first, the emperor head, snorted, "There are still eight people alive, hum, how can you not die a fine thing!"

I don't know when, the main seat polished by the beast's teeth was already sitting on the green clothes.

"Emperor Head, as the head of the Twelve Ancestors and Witches, you have been looking at the Demon Clan like this all these years? You have been to Dingjun Mountain a few times, why don't you lead the Demon Clan over Dingjun Mountain, just a sword embankment, can you stop your Emperor Head?"

The tone was stern, and the remaining eight of the twelve ancestors of the demon clan got up together and prostrated on the ground, "I've seen the master!"

The old man in Tsing Yi, who woke up in the Demon Clan's Holy Land Zhuyue Mountain, coldly glanced at the eight ancestral witches of the Demon Clan who were prostrate on the ground, "If the deity doesn't wake up, do you people plan to fight around, and finally die completely, and bury this corpse in the Nine Netherworlds, it will be a hundred, right?" ”

None of the eight demon ancestors who were prostrate on the ground said a word, in the Nine Netherworld Realm, they were the gods of billions of demon clans, and they were supreme beings, but under the noses of the demon clan co-masters, they were not even a fart.

In the final analysis, the entire demon clan is the people of the co-owner of the demon clan, the twelve ancestors and witches, but they are all the heirs of the co-owner, but in the demon clan, there is no brother and sister to say, everything in order to survive, anyone can die!

When the heavenly court collapsed, the demon clan was driven to the Nine Netherworld by the monks of the human world, and none of the twelve ancestors fell in that dark war, but in the Nine Nether Realm, their families fought life and death behind closed doors, except for the old ancestor of the Nine-tailed Clan who was stripped of his face and died tragically by Yu Ya himself, the other three ancestors died in the hands of their own people because of the few luck in fighting for territory in the Nine Nether Realm, there is no trace of affection to talk about, the people of the demon clan want to survive in a projectile place like the Nine Nether World, and hundreds of millions of demon birds do not die every day, and the Nine Nether Realm has long been exhausted。

The old man in Tsing Yi got up and put his hands behind his back, "Get up, you are the only few remaining ancestors of the demon clan, what kind of body do you have when you lie on the ground, let your people see where the majesty is!"

The eight ancestral witches all got up obediently and stood behind the old man in Tsing Yi, but they didn't even dare to come out.

"Tell me about the current situation. ”

Bi Lu, who was in charge of scheduling, took a step forward, "Master, although there are only eight of the twelve veins of the demon clan left, there are still a few people who have risen from it over the years, enough to replace the original position of the ancestral witch, and ask the lord to be crowned king!"

The old man in Tsing Yi said coldly: "The avenue of the Nine Nether Realms is incomplete, how can you be crowned king if you don't enter the Twelve Realms, you have crossed Dingjun Mountain and returned to the world that belongs to us, it is not too late to be crowned king!"

"Everything is under the orders of the master!"

"The six of them can choose the person who will fight with the gang of dolls in Dingjun Mountain?"

Before Bi Hao could answer, the emperor head of the Twelve Ancestors snorted: "Master, why joke with a group of dolls, as long as the master waves his hand, he climbs over the sword embankment, collapses the Dingjun Mountain, and returns to the world, in an instant!"

The old man in Tsing Yi sneered: "Since it is so easy, it is not that your emperor does not have this strength, why has it been delayed for so many years?"

The emperor was speechless for a moment, it wasn't that he, the head of the ancestral witch, hadn't thought of collapsing the general trend of the world of Dingjun Mountain with his own strength, and he couldn't do it!

The old man in Tsing Yi waved his hand, and the main camp tent was immediately erased, only the two waning moons above his head hung high in the sky, and he looked up, Dingjun Mountain, and on that side was the longed-for blue sky and white sun.

"In such a ghost day, only animals can survive! Even if you don't have a backbone, you must stand up and defend the dignity of the demon clan!"

The eight demon clan ancestors were as silent as cicadas, for fear that none of their eldest masters would be happy, and when they turned around, they would slap them to pieces.

"The heaven and earth of Dingjun Mountain are maintained, which human dolls are they, go and take a look with the deity. ”

"Whoa!"

The co-master of the demon clan took the eight remaining demon clan ancestors and witches to fly to the junction of the two realms of Dingjun Mountain and the Nine Shadows Realm.

Everywhere they passed, billions of demon birds raised their heads and roared, and the sound resounded throughout the sky.

A thick demonic aura began to rush towards Dingjun Mountain, and the saints of the three sects sitting on the sword embankment sacrificed together, and the Sancai Great Array could withstand this demonic qi, so that the general trend of heaven and earth in Dingjun Mountain would not be assimilated by the Nine Nether Realm.

Dao Dao sword qi emerged.

Although the demon clan has hundreds of millions of soldiers who can fight, on the sword embankment, there are also great sword immortals who can send hundreds of millions of sword qi to block it.

The old man in Tsing Yi stopped at the junction of the Nine Shadows Realm, looking at the blue sky and white sun of Dingjun Mountain.

"The Buddha-figure blooms in the midst of slaughter, like the light of dawn!"

"Over Dingjun Mountain!".

Behind it is the shouts of countless people of the demon clan.

When the heavens and the earth are reversed, I want demon blood to stain the world!