The Ten Thousand Demons Conference!

It is called Wan Yao, but in fact the number of people is far less than ten thousand, which is just a general term.

This time it was a firefight. Fuxi would not really invite Wan Yao to come. After all, Zi Wei is the Demon Emperor and the nominal master of the demon clan. If it is a firefight within the demon clan, it will definitely be the Demon Emperor who takes over the righteousness. All the demons invited are all the help of the Demon Emperor.

Many ants bite the elephant to death, and many demons come to form a large formation. They can also increase their power. They are definitely not a force that can be ignored.

The clouds and mists are reflected, and the light and treasures are shining!

Strands of light penetrated through the cracks of the trees, and countless spots swayed on the ground, and the surroundings were full of greenness.

The main halls are built against the mountain. The main halls are majestic and magnificent. They stand on the continuous mountains, like layers of armor, protecting Zhoushan.

Yang Qifeng sat upright on the main seat, watching Fuxi greet fellow Taoists from all directions.

"Your Majesty!" Bai Ze looked at one visitor after another, his eyes became gloomy. The shaking feather fan in his hand had stopped and he preached to Yang Qifeng in a low voice.

"Things are not right!"

"What's wrong? Fuxi dares to kill the king." Yang Qifeng shook his head slightly, picked up the wine cup in front of him, shook it for a while, watched the wine in the wine cup shaking continuously, and finally put it down gently, preaching disdainfully.

"Your Majesty," Bai Ze's eyes were circulating on the wolf ancestor, tiger ancestor, and other powerful people of the tiger, leopard, jackal tribes, and had a bad premonition in his heart.

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

It would be fine if they were all from the demon clan, but one person from the demon clan was not. If one or two people came, it would be said that Fuxi had a wide range of friendship, but so many of them only showed the problem.

Yang Qifeng waved his hand and interrupted Bai Ze's words.

This wave is stable, and it’s time to wave. Prevent it now and take action. How can you show your innocence?

It’s not that I killed Boren, it’s really that Boren wants to kill me.

How painful!

Face is still needed. Just after fighting against Di Jun and Taiyi, how can we fight against Fuxi? If such deeds spread throughout the prehistoric world, then Yang Qifeng would give people a fixed impression of being treacherous, or a villain.

No matter how fierce a creature is, when he becomes famous, he will disguise himself as a harmless little white rabbit.

"Xi, I won't introduce it to me!" Yang Qifeng asked after watching Fuxi lead the white tiger into the table.

"Just about to introduce it to Your Majesty." Fuxi's tone was plain, and a faint smile hung on his handsome appearance, which made people feel like they were bathing in the spring breeze. He began to recommend and preach to Yang Qifeng:

"These are the tiger ancestors of the tiger clan, the white tiger, and the Yin tiger!"

"These are wolf ancestors of the wolf clan, Tianlang, fight against disaster!"

Fighting misfortune, isn’t this a dog?

When Yang Qifeng heard this, his expression moved slightly, but then he thought that in the ancient times, wolf dogs were not separated, and they were basically considered one clan. After all, this is not a later generation. Today, similar races must be gathered together.

One after another, seven-star powerhouses were constantly introduced by Fuxi, giving people a sense of seven-star walking around, which was not as good as a cabbage.

You should know that in the battle of Tianfeng Palace, there were seven-star or high-end combat power. Even the three tribes that dominated the world, there were not many.

But now there are no less than twenty seven-star powerhouses gathered here. It has only been more than a thousand years.

No wonder the three clans were killed in one battle, but the three clans could no longer suppress the world.

Now the forces gathered here and participated in the Ten Thousand Demons Conference are strong, but at most they occupy one-tenth of the power of the prehistoric world today, or even less.

Since the three tribes lost their dominance, hundreds of tribes rose up in the vast world, the storm and the waves were surging, and heroes took advantage of the situation to mess up the world.

"Since all fellow Taoists have come to the Ten Thousand Demons Conference, they are interested in joining the demon clan."

"I am the Demon King and will not be stingy with rewards."

"Create the Ten Demon Kings, establish the Ten Prince's Mansions, and arrest and suppress."

"Your Majesty is so passionate." Yang Qifeng's words were interrupted by a cold voice before he finished speaking.

The white tiger, who had just sat down, suddenly stood up, and its burly body supported its clothes. The exposed muscles were like rocks. The cold tiger eyes stared at Yang Qifeng with bright eyes and said bluntly:

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

"But let the demon clan destroy the clan."

"Either a witch or a demon, what a big tone, where is this move placed on my leopard tribe?" As soon as the White Tiger's words fell, the leopard ancestor threw the wine cup in his hand, and with a bang, the leopard ancestor also stood up.

The dense beard spread open, and an angry tone resounded across the world: "The demon clan will be destroyed!"

"Yes, the demon clan will be destroyed today."

The words of agreement began to ring. Although they were dissatisfied with the opportunity when Baihu took the lead in attacking, they still began to agree.

"The establishment of the demon clan, and the reward of the heavenly way is not comparable to that of you." Kunpeng looked at this scene with a sneer, but had to stand up. If it was just a battle, Kunpeng would not mind, but he would actually destroy the demon clan.

This is to deny the status of Kunpeng demon master and seize Kunpeng's luck. This is something that Kunpeng cannot bear.

He looked at Fuxi with dissatisfaction. He didn't know how to combine and connect, and he couldn't tell the difference between the main contradictions.

If it were just a fight within the demon clan, Kunpeng could watch coldly, because no matter who wins or loses, he would have to appease Kunpeng. It was like Kunpeng in front of him had to go barefoot and had to take action himself.

If you cannot unite all those who can unite, you will push neutral people to the enemy. What is it that you are not a waste.

Yang Qifeng showed a sarcastic look. Looking at Fuxi who was not speaking, Fuxi was forced to the corner of the wall and the knife was already on his neck, so he had to rebel.

It's such a waste. If Yang Qifeng knew what Kunpeng was thinking at this moment, he would definitely agree.

The good situation was actually kidnapped by Baihu.

It is obvious that this is not the time for Fuxi to attack, and it is not in line with Fuxi's interests. However, this is the purpose of the White Tiger, the destruction of the demon clan, the rise of the tiger clan, and the plunder of the identity of one of the hundreds of demon clans.

Therefore, the demon clan will be destroyed, and what can Fuxi obtain if the demon clan destroys it?

He got nothing, but was actually played by Baihu. It really made Yang Qifeng feel lonely. He thought he was a character, but he didn't expect that he was just a fancy air.

Life is lonely like snow.

Yang Qifeng sighed, looked at Fuxi, then at Baihu and others in the distance, shook his head slightly and said:

"The foreign enemies have attracted them, and the temperature is ripe."
Chapter completed!