Chapter 373 The Eighth Ancestor of the Demon Race

As soon as Shura's words came out, all the demon powerhouses present looked a little ugly, and they were extremely unhappy with Shura.

"No egg fly into the stinky boy, dare to call himself a hero in front of us."

An elder of the Shura clan laughed angrily, wanting to catch him and beat him up: "Heroes can live longer, which one is the hero who dies early?"

Shura turned his head and said seriously to him: "There are old bastards who have lived long enough."

The elder of the Shura clan was furious, and wanted to grab him and beat him violently. Zhong Yue coughed and said softly: "Do the Shura clan even dare to beat their own ancestors?"

"Old ancestor?"

The elder of the Shura clan was stunned, and stopped. There was an uproar around the deserted platform. I don't know how many powerful demons and even giants looked at Shura, unbelievable.

Shura said helplessly: "Why do you bother to expose the news of my reincarnation?"

Zhong Yue said leisurely: "The demon saint is resurrected, you have to be resurrected for the sake of the Shura Saint Clan, and you will be scolded by your own descendants after resurrection, Mr. Shura, I am not worth it for you. Everyone, Shura is the elder of the Shura Saint Clan." My ancestor, once fought against the demon saint in the secret realm of the heavenly demon, and retreated unscathed, I have always admired and admired him."

"The spirit of my family's ancestor is still in the holy land, so it is impossible to reincarnate!" The elder of the Shura tribe stiffened his neck.

Having said that, he didn't dare to trouble Shura any more, and secretly complained in his heart: "The demon sage was reincarnated, in order to deal with the demon sage, maybe the spirit of our ancestors really reincarnated... If he is really It would be terrible if the spirit of the ancestor was reincarnated, and many old people in the clan beat and scolded this kid, thinking that he was old-fashioned and repeatedly offended the elders..."

Zhong Yue and Shura didn't pay any attention to him, and the two of them exchanged cups, and suddenly Zhong Yue said with a smile: "You and I were drinking and having fun before this fierce battle, and we still seemed lonely. The demons are all wild, is it just you and me? Not a hero? Who else dares to come up and drink with us?"

There was silence on the barren stage, drinking with Shura and Zhong Yue? Many strong people would like to, but dare not.

If Shura is really the ancestor of the Shura Saint Clan, I am afraid that none of the people present are qualified to drink with him. Moreover, Mr. Mo Luo's notoriety spread far and wide, and the devil would kill him if he got it. Drinking with him would be his accomplice. I'm afraid there will be no good fruit to eat, who would dare to come forward?

Shura was disappointed, and sighed: "Is it true that there are no heroes in my demon race?"

"I would like to drink with the two of you!"

A crisp voice came, and a girl in pink stepped up to the deserted platform, came to Zhong Yue and Shura, and said politely: "The auspicious goddess has seen two fellow Taoists."

Zhong Yue was solemn, Shura's expression changed slightly, the two of them stood up quickly, and said, "Please sit down, Maiden of Auspiciousness."

On the barren platform, the faces of the older generation of the Auspicious Saint Clan changed, and they kept muttering in their hearts: "Auspicious Heavenly Girl? This is the title of my ancestor of the Auspicious Saint Clan. Bar……"

Before the goddess of auspiciousness took her seat, another loud laugh came: "Sura, auspicious, how can I let you be more beautiful than before? If I don't come out, the foreigners will think that my demon clan has no heroes!"

A red-skinned, red-bearded, red-haired man stepped onto the barren platform. He looked like a ghost, but he was extremely heroic. He bowed to salute with a voice like a bell, and said with a smile, "Yamo has seen you fellow Taoists!"

Suddenly another soft voice sounded, and said with a smile: "Brother Yan Mo, do you still remember Yan Luo?"

Another young Demon Qi Refiner stepped onto the barren stage. This person had green skin, green beard, and green hair. He also looked like a ghost. He was full of yin, and the air seemed to be frozen. He laughed on the stage and said: " Yan Mo Yan Luo, we belonged to the same family 20,000 years ago, brother Yan Mo, do you still remember your brothers?"

"Even if I can't participate in the battle of Moluo Demon Saint, I still need to watch the battle."

Another woman climbed onto the barren platform and said with a charming smile, "Today is also the day when old friends reunite. Rakshasa has met all fellow Taoists and Mr. Moluo."

Another man with a red devil sun on his head came slowly, and said quietly: "You all came out, if I hid XZ, wouldn't I make you laugh at me? Asura has met Mr. Moluo, you must not underestimate me .”

"Today's grand event witnessed the battle between the two heroes, and Yasha is also inevitable."

Another young man walked over like a ferocious ghost, and said with a smile, "I hope you can leave me a glass of wine."

Another woman with the head of an elephant came over and said with a smile, "Mysterious girl Tianxiang has seen you all, and Mr. Moluo."

Zhong Yue returned the salute one by one, and invited everyone to sit down.

Shura's face was cloudy, and he suddenly laughed and said: "It's rare for old friends to reunite, so we don't care about the past grievances between you and me, and we will settle it some other day. Today is the battle between Lord Moluo and the Demon Sage. , you and I have a toast together!"

The eight young men and women toasted together, all kinds of laughter gathered together, and they all laughed in unison: "Toast, young master!"

Zhong Yue raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp, and the eight young men and women also toasted and drank freely, everyone brightened their glasses and laughed.

The nine of them laughed, but the faces of the giants of the Eight Saints on the barren stage changed, and their calves were trembling. One giant murmured: "These eight boys and girls are so arrogant, they almost didn't It's written on my face that I'm awesome, they can't be the ancestors of my Eight Sacred Clan, right?"

"Could it be that the ancestors of our Eight Saints have all been resurrected? Impossible, impossible, if they were all resurrected, why didn't they even tell us any news..."

"If the eight ancestors are really reincarnated, and they are still talking and laughing with Mr. Mo Luo at this moment, then after the battle between Mo Luo and the Demon Sage, do you still want to kill him?"

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Shura raised his glass and chanted loudly: "Let's drink and chat today, and we will meet in battle tomorrow! Mr. Moluo, if you can save your life from the hands of the Demon Sage and escape the strangulation of my Eight Saint Clan powerhouses, maybe in the future you and I will be killed." See you again! At that time, we will not be friends, but enemies! I hope that at that time, the young master will not be merciful because of today's favor!"

Zhong Yue said solemnly: "Young Master Shura is right. When we meet in battle some other day, I will not show mercy. I will do my best to send fellow Taoists on their way!"

Everyone clapped their hands and laughed loudly, saying repeatedly: "Quick, quick!"

On the barren stage, all the powerhouses of the Eight Saint Clans breathed a sigh of relief, and the several giants looked at each other, and each of them felt relieved, saying in their hearts: "The eight teenagers who are suspected of being the ancestors said this to show their Attitude, although they admire the heroism of Mr. Moluo, but they also know the seriousness, and the grievances and grievances are clear, and they will not stop us from killing Moluo, a foreign race!"

"The devil has arrived!"

Suddenly someone exclaimed, Zhong Yue, Shura and the others put down their wine glasses and followed the sound to look, only to see neon lines in the air, and lines of magic energy, like ribbons spread out by celestial maidens waving their sleeves, paving avenues.

There was a burst of beast roars, but I saw eight strange beasts galloping, pulling a treasure chariot and galloping along the avenue in the sky paved with demonic energy. There are three claws on the bird's head, and the three heads are juxtaposed, which is abnormal for the horse.

The treasure chariot stopped, and the Demon Sage lifted the curtain, and walked out with the Demon Queen.

"The devil saint is not as majestic as you." Concubine Tianmo chuckled in Zhong Yue's ear.

Zhong Yue smiled slightly, but didn't get up, and Shura and the others didn't get up either, but looked at each other coldly.

Suddenly a giant said coldly: "Demon saint, you really dare to come to the deserted city. You set up a three-level sacrifice to lure the eight giants of my eight holy clans into ambush, and killed an unknown number of demon disciples. Today's deserted city, It is your burial place!"

A giant of the Yama Sacred Clan stood up, suddenly bursting with aura, and suppressed the entire city with terrifying coercion, and said coldly: "Demon Saint, Heiquan imprisoned hundreds of thousands of lives, all of which were sacrificed by your blood, even if you are a member of the Eight Sacred Clans! His Holiness must also be put to death."

Another giant stood up and said calmly: "You perverted, mutilated Zhongliang, killed the five elders of the dragon clan, sacrificed the five divine soldiers of the dragon clan, and let the dragon clan attack my demon clan. My eight holy clans have suffered a lot. Pressure. Today, no matter what, you will die!"

On the deserted platform, many strong men were chattering, repeatedly accusing the devil of his crimes, the devil's face was indifferent, he stepped down from the treasure chariot and came to the deserted platform, he glanced at the surrounding strong men calmly, and the corner of his mouth twitched , showing a hint of sarcasm.

"What are you guys...? If it wasn't for Moro destroying my plan, you wouldn't be like this now, but kneeling at my feet with flattering smiles on your face."

The sarcasm on his face became stronger, and suddenly his face turned cold: "Even if I have fallen like this, you so-called giants still dare not take action against me. Instead, you have to use a foreign race to test what capital I have. The majestic demon race, and The gods fought against the glorious race of endless years, and the luck of the race fell into the hands of you fools and incompetent people, I am really ashamed for my ancestors."

Many giants of the demon clan, their faces were ashen, their hands and feet trembling with anger, but they did not dare to step forward.

Zhong Yue tilted his head and smiled at Concubine Tian Mo, "This is called prestige, your tricks are just child's play to the devil saint."

"If the demons fall into my hands, within a hundred years, I will definitely let the demons prosper, rule the world, and enslave other races. But God's will trick me and give birth to a Moluo to ruin my plan."

The Demon Sage sneered, walked towards Zhong Yue, and said with a smile: "Young Master Moluo, I look down on them, but I look down on you, so today I will have a fair fight with you here, regardless of victory or defeat, it is only about life and death!"

The Empress Demon's face was tense, and she held his hand tightly, very worried about him.

"Young Master Moluo, these cadavers look down on you, thinking that you can kill you with a backhand, but I know that if you grow up, you will become the life and death enemy of my demon clan!"

The demon sage gently pulled out his palm, his breath bloomed, and his tragic momentum erupted. Obviously, he had the determination to fight to the death. He laughed loudly and said: "I was born as a demon clan, and I have infinite ambitions. I want to annex all clans and unify all the wilderness to complete the unfinished business of the previous life." .Since my plan has been destroyed by you, and I cannot be the ruler of the world, then today, I will kill you for the demon clan, and use my useful body to fight for a future for our clan!"

Many giants changed their faces one by one, and angrily said: "Presumptuous! Why do my demons use you, a traitor, to win the future for our clan?"

"Don't put gold on your face! It's my clan's great fortune that you didn't destroy all clans. You don't need to fight for the luck of my demon clan!"

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The demon saint turned a deaf ear, raised his hand, stared into Zhong Yue's eyes, and said softly, "Mr. Moluo, please!"

"Fight for a future for the demons?"

Zhong Yue got up and respected him in awe: "This is a righteous man's strong words, worthy of respect. Demon Saint, please."