Immortal emperor reborn mixed city

Fu Yuechi said: "Do we really want to be enemies with the demon clan?

Since the Monster Clan also targets the Five Holy Lands, wouldn't it be comparable to us..." Su Yan explained: "I have thought about everything you said, and there is nothing wrong with this idea.

What's wrong is that you think that the demon clan will have the same idea as you. Those beasts have always respected the strong.

If you want to cooperate with them, it doesn't matter whether you are sincere or not. The only important thing is your strength. Once you have strength, they will respect you and cooperate with you seriously."

"you mean?"

Fu Yuechi said hesitantly.

"Of course we have to fight against the demon clan, but we can't fight too hard. If we beat the demon clan to the point of breaking their muscles and bones, hatred will inevitably arise. But if we just kill a few of their demon kings, everyone will

On the contrary, there is room for cooperation.”

Fu Yuechi was confused when Su Yan said this: "You mean, if we kill their demon king, the demon clan will cooperate with us?"

"Let me explain it to you, if you are the little demon below and the demon king above is immortal, how can you climb up?

The position is only so small. If others don't move their buttocks, how can you sit down?

The death of a few demon kings may not be a bad thing for the demon clan.

There must be a struggle among the three saints. If a few demon kings are not killed, how can they arrange their own people to take the throne?"

Fu Yuechi really understood Su Yan's explanation.

The Yao family has a great cause, and the larger the organization, the more intense this internal struggle will be.

Moreover, within this kind of organization, only those who are alive can be called talents and have the value of being recruited. Once they die, they are of course useless dead ghosts.

The living environment of the monster race has long been determined, and they will inevitably be more realistic than the human race.

Judging from Su Yan's experience in dealing with monsters, this point has not changed in thousands of years.

At the same time, in the territory of the overseas demon clan, Miao Mushan was shocked! Even the sea waves outside the Fairy Mountain swayed violently! After the waves swayed, there was a spewing of spiritual light! After this wave of shaking, ten waves opened outside the Fairy Mountain.

Several rainbows completely protected Miaomu Mountain, just like the legendary fairy mountain scenery.

Miaomu Mountain is one of the seventy-two fairy mountains overseas. It has been a place where overseas monks have gathered since ancient times.

Until three thousand years ago, the demon tribe robbed Miao Mu Mountain and killed all the scattered cultivators on the mountain. At this point, the fairy mountain fell into the hands of the demon tribe.

Tianpeng Great Sage, one of the three sages of the demon clan, once regarded this place as his palace, and later gave this fairy mountain to his thirteenth prince.

After the Thirteenth Prince obtained Miao Mu Mountain, he practiced hard in the Immortal Mountain day and night and could not leave for five hundred years.

Miao Mushan was shocked just now because the Thirteenth Prince finally completed his cultivation and came out of seclusion.

The Thirteenth Prince was very ambitious, and his biggest goal after leaving seclusion was to compete for the position of the Demon King. However, before he could express his good mood, he saw his nephew kneeling in front of him.

It’s okay for my nephew to kneel down, and there’s nothing wrong with welcoming him as an uncle out of seclusion.

The key point is that the nephew is missing an arm and has a sad look on his face. It is obvious that he lost the battle and could only escape in disgrace.

The Thirteenth Prince had just started practicing the true method, and his self-confidence was at the peak of his powers. He immediately asked why.

The nephew said: "A few days ago, I followed my ancestor's wishes and went to visit the ancient tribe. My original intention was to convey my ancestor's will.

Who knew that the people of the ancient tribe were so ruthless and unreasonable that they broke one of my arms even though they knew I was a messenger sent by my ancestors and asked my uncle to make the decision for me!"

The Thirteenth Prince was furious when he heard this: "People from the Ancient Clan are so ignorant. Doesn't this mean they don't take our Monster Clan seriously at all?"

"They also said that the three saints of the demon clan are all vulnerable, they are just three trash..." the nephew said, "these lessons were told by the elders of the ancient clan themselves, and I didn't add any exaggeration to them.

Of course I couldn't bear it when I heard such words, so I started fighting for my life with those damn elders of the Ancient Clan. I only regretted that I was not strong enough, and in the end I was outnumbered, and one of my arms was cut off by those bitches of the Ancient Clan..." Thirteenth Prince

He glanced at his nephew. He had just mastered the demon elixir and was still at least a thousand miles away from overcoming the tribulation realm.

With his level of cultivation, let alone the elders of the Ancient Clan, even the average masters of the Ancient Clan would not be able to defeat him.

Not to mention fighting with several elders of the ancient tribe! What the nephew said must be an exaggeration, and it has nothing to do with the facts themselves.

But the Thirteenth Prince still said: "The people of the ancient tribe are so bold that they still cut off one of your arms after you revealed your identity?"

The nephew was stunned now.

When he went to the ancient tribe, the situation was almost like this.

At first, the elders of the ancient tribe treated each other with courtesy. He thought that the ancient tribe were easy to bully, so he said a lot of arrogant words and even threw the tea cup.

Later, when the elder of the ancient tribe started to lose his temper, he was so frightened that he cried out in fear and was speechless, unable to speak a word.

After one arm was amputated, he rolled out of the territory of the ancient tribe! There was no time to mention that he was the grandson of the Great Sage Tianpeng from the beginning to the end. This was really a big mistake! If he wasn't so scared,

As long as you reveal your identity, this arm might be preserved! It is of course too late to regret it now, but I am determined not to admit it. The nephew said: "Of course I said it, but their ancient tribe looks down on our demon tribe at all.

! He also said a lot of unpleasant things, uncle! Why don’t you go up to Tongsheng Mountain with me, explain everything to your ancestors, and destroy his ancient clan first."

The Thirteenth Prince said disapprovingly: "You still dare to go to Tongsheng Mountain now?

Do you want to die?"

The nephew was stunned for a moment and asked: "Shouldn't we go back to our ancestors for help?"

"You failed to accomplish your task and even disgraced your ancestors. Haven't you ever thought about how many monsters in Tongsheng Mountain will chase you and fight you?

If the ancestor is angry, he might kill you..." The nephew was frightened and asked eagerly: "Then what should I do according to my uncle's opinion?"

"Isn't this simple?

Just go to the Ancient Clan to find the place first.

I have practiced hard in Miao Mu Mountain for five hundred years and have developed the three minor supernatural powers. You and I just need to directly raise an army from the ancient tribe to punish them. Could it be that I, the crown prince of Miao Mu Mountain, am afraid of their ancient tribe?"

The Thirteenth Prince had just finished seclusion, and it was the moment when his confidence in himself was bursting.

There was a troubled expression on the nephew's face.

The Thirteenth Prince said: "It's easy if you don't agree. Just go back to Tongsheng Mountain to receive the punishment. You see how many goblins will protect you sincerely!"

The nephew immediately became hesitant. He was originally a tough-tempered person who bullied the weak and feared the strong. After hearing this analysis from the Thirteenth Prince, his legs were already extremely weak.