You can solve Shura by being alone.◇↓w.

The words of the Ancestor of the Styx shocked everyone. There are many powerful people here, but there is no one who dares to say that one person can solve the Shura King of the Demon Clan.

After looking at the Ancestor of the Styx, No. 2 said in a deep voice: "No. 11, you have to be responsible for speaking here. If you don't have enough ability, don't talk big!"

The Ancestor of the Styx laughed: "How dare you speak loudly in such a thing!"

He looked at the Huhai Taoist again and said, "But you must also promise me something, and you must solve the problem of Donghuang Taiyi."

"If Zhaoming can be solved first, why do you need to solve Shura?" No. 9 immediately sneered.

The ancestor of the Styx shook his head: "When I kill Shura, no one of you needs to deal with Donghuang Taiyi. What I want is that after Shura dies, you must kill Donghuang Taiyi. I don't want to be blocked by him in the sea of ​​blood for the rest of my life."

With his ability, he could have dealt with the emperor of this demon clan before, but now... he knew that he would never survive the joint efforts of the high priest of the witch clan and the twelve ancestor witches.

The Huhai Taoist nodded without hesitation: "I can guarantee that as long as you can solve the problem of Shura King, Donghuang Taiyi will undoubtedly die."

"Okay, that's it!" The ancestor of the Styx stood up and shouted: "If there is nothing else, I will leave first and make preparations."

The Huhai Taoist looked around and asked, "Is there anything else?"

"It's gone!"

The others shook their heads, and only No. 3 said: "I have recently reached a bottleneck in my cultivation and need to go into seclusion. I will not get involved in killing Donghuang Taiyi, you can do it yourself."

After saying that, he stood up and prepared to leave.

"Slow down!" No. 6 and No. 4 shouted at the same time, and said goodbye to No. 6: "Everyone has always participated in the Sixth Pole. It would be a bit inappropriate for you to suddenly say you don't want to work hard."

No. 4 nodded: "Who knows if you want to reveal what we are discussing today."

No. 3 said lightly: "I can't do such boring things. When No. 0 invited me in the past, I never said that I had to serve the Sixth Pole for the rest of my life. Having said that, whoever feels that I have the ability to stop me, just try chasing me out."

After saying this, he walked out of the cave without hesitation, his steps firmly. After a moment, no one chased after him.

After No. 3 left, No. 8 also stood up and said, "I also need to stay in seclusion for a while, and then talk about the others after they come out of seclusion."

After saying that, he left directly like No. 3. However, his steps of leaving were a little rushing, so he naturally could not be as calm and comfortable as No. 3.

After the eighth left, the fifth also stood up: "Nothing happened, I will leave first. Since the 11th said that he would solve the Shura King alone, then wait until the Shura King died before discussing the matter of Donghuang Taiyi."

After saying that, he also left step by step.

"I didn't expect that Zhaoming has made people feel so scared. Even the people from the Sixth Pole look like this!"

No. 4 sighed, and naturally he was a little dissatisfied.

At this time, the Huhai Taoist used the method of transmitting the voice to him. Number Four was stunned, then took a deep breath, exhaled heavily, and said in a deep voice: "I'll leave first."

Without waiting for the other people to respond, he flew away.

There was nothing else, and the others left one by one.

South China Sea. A nearly boiling sea, on an unknown island.

Zhaoming woke up leisurely. He lay on the ground, feeling the heat from all directions, and looking at the blue sky, his mind was blank, like a corpse.

"woke up?"

After a while, I heard someone talking beside me. Then I came to my senses, turned my head and saw a familiar figure with a pair of big horns on my head. It was the former Lord of Red Gang, the bull-headed demon.

"Master! Why am I here?"

Zhaoming was stunned. He sat up quickly and looked at the bull-headed demon, full of doubts, wondering why he was here, but his head was confused and he couldn't remember anything else.

At this time, the female witch clan came over timidly, handed two skewers of grilled monster meat to the bullhead demon, and quickly turned around and ran away, not daring to look at Zhaoming from beginning to end, for fear of causing any disaster.

"You scared her last time, she is very afraid of you now!" The bull-headed demon handed a string of monster meat to Zhaoming, threw a bottle of wine to him, and then sat down opposite him.

"Sorry!" Zhaoming took it and responded.

The bullhead demon was stunned and then smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to be sorry for this!"

Unlike other demon races in the heavenly realm, it is difficult for the bull-headed demon to be respectful to Zhaoming. Although he has done something that can be said to be sorry to Zhaoming, psychologically, the great immortal king in front of him will always be his junior.

"I don't know what happened to you, I only know that you rushed all the way with the flames. After landing on an island not far away, you fell into a coma... Your flame is so terrible that it burned the island directly. I caught you from the sea. Fortunately, the flames were extinguished after they were unconscious, otherwise I really wouldn't dare to get close."

The flames... ran wildly... Zhaoming was touched, and a little bit of things were remembered, as if time had flowed back. The matter from this island to Wudao was almost completely replayed, and finally everything was remembered.

Wudao is gone and the high priest of the Witch clan died. He could have been so powerful that he could have been extremely glorious. But when he remembered the lonely statue on the sea, he could not be happy.

Things in the world are impermanent, and fate is so tricked.

"Zhaoming!" the bull-headed demon shouted.

"Yeah!" Zhaoming came to his senses.

The bullhead demon asked with some doubts: "Rumors are flying all over the sky. I heard that you killed the high priest of the witch clan. Is it true?"

This incident has spread all over the world, and even he has received news in his own way. Others have confirmed that this incident is absolutely false, but he, who came from the prehistoric continent, felt that this fact was unbelievable.

Anyone who has lived in the prehistoric continent for these 3,600 years can feel the dominance of the Witch Clan's high priest on the prehistoric continent. That is absolute force, which makes the Eastern Prince always ranked second and cannot say anything. It also makes the immortal clan known as extraordinary and unparalleled to be suppressed and cannot raise his head and live under the military power of the Witch Clan.

Now, such a person died and died in the hands of the junior in front of him. It is naturally difficult for the bull-headed demon to believe it.

Zhaoming nodded: "If I remember correctly, he should have been killed by me."

After eating a few bites of monster meat and drinking a few sips of wine, this was obviously a good thing for the demon clan, but he couldn't be happy.

He couldn't be happy, but the bull-headed demon couldn't help but look excited and said repeatedly: "So it's true, it's true!"

He was once an ambitious person, or until now he has never been shattered, but he was limited by his strength and could only try to give up.

People like him naturally know what it means to die a person like the high priest of the Witch Clan.

The demon clan will officially rise. With the Heavenly Times of Heaven, under the leadership of Di Jun Zhaoming, he will look down on the world, even if there are twelve ancestor witches, they will not be able to stop it.

The general trend of the demon clan is not only completely stable, but it is even possible to begin to regain the homeland of the prehistoric continent. Even if he has left the Heavenly Court, he cannot help but be happy about the grand occasion of the demon clan.

"Haha!" The bull-headed demon couldn't help laughing loudly: "Although I can't compare to Di Jun, or even King Shang Yang and General Bai Ze, there is one thing they can't compare to me."

Zhaoming looked up in confusion, not knowing what the bull-headed demon was talking about.

The Niu-Headed Demon laughed: "Isn't the only one in this world, I, Niu Er, can be your king?"

This is a very interesting thing. He used to be extremely afraid of Zhaoming's strength, but after letting go of those things, he expected Zhaoming to be stronger, and even hoped that he could become like the unique nine-headed emperor millions of years ago, invincible in the world.

After all, looking at the world, he was the only one who had been the king of Zhaoming. Now, he just called himself the king, but his true respect, not perfunctory or ridicule.

Maybe I can no longer do anything to compete with the heroes of the world, but others will never be able to do this in their entire lives.

Suddenly, the bull-headed demon felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction, as if he had killed the high priest of the witch clan, which made him unable to help but feel excited.

At this time, the witch woman in the distance heard the laughter here and looked over in surprise, but after seeing Zhaoming's eyes, she immediately lowered her head.

The Niu-Headed Demon hurriedly stopped laughing and said softly: "Let's just say softly, don't let her know, I'm still hiding it from her."

A hero of a race is often a demon to a hostile race. This is true for Zhaoming. The demon clan worships him, and the witch clan naturally hates him.

"Is it appropriate for you to live together and you still hide it from her like this?"

Zhaoming took a sip of wine and said sadly.

He couldn't help but think of himself and Li Hua, and he kept it from each other for a lifetime, making the tragedy even more painful. What would have happened if he had told each other earlier?

Maybe there will be no more, only friendship.

But when I think about it, my heart seems even more reluctant to let go. Even though I know it will be a tragedy, I cannot choose to give up those years.

The Niu-Headed Demon snorted and said, "There is no suitable or not? When my old Niu family woman, I have to take my husband as the main point. I don't tell her that I already feel sorry for her, otherwise she can do anything else, and I can't pass my claws to me!"

The words were rude, but it was not difficult to see his love for the Witch Woman. The past, which was blocked in front of Zhaoming and did not give in, had already explained everything.

For some reason, Zhaoming suddenly felt extremely envious when he looked at the bullhead demon and the witch woman.

If possible, he also hopes to retire with the pear blossoms like two people, and never care about anything in the world from now on. He sits and watches the clouds roll and unfold, and listens to the wind rise and fall.

It’s a pity that too many bonds mean that I can never do this, so I can only sigh.

After sighing for a long time, I drank the wine in my hand.

Zhaoming flipped his hand and took out two books of martial arts and handed them to the bullhead demon.
Chapter completed!