"What are you? You dare to speak to the ancestor of my clan like this and kneel down to apologize!"

A strong man from the Flying Ant Clan shouted.

"Kneel to your mother, believe it or not and tear you!"

Zhang Yuan said viciously.

"You... are looking for death!"

The powerful flying ant tribe shouted angrily.

"Okay, please stop arguing. Can you fight hard? This will only make people feel better!"

The ancestors of other tribes shouted angrily.

"Yes, we can continue to discuss any conflicts. Kyushu is already a chopping board meat. There is no rush to be a moment. The same is true for the negotiation and then the action will be taken."

Many ancestors are persuading each other.

"Emperor Shura, the ancestor of my clan has been discussing with you, but you indulge your disciples to kill my envoy. Wouldn't you be willing to explain?"

The powerful flying ant tribe stared at the Shura Emperor and said in a gloomy way.

Zhang Yuan glared at the other party again, showing a fierce look, and said, "What are you explaining? Do the emperor of my clan need to explain to you when doing things? If you dare to say more, I will tear you up now, do you believe it?"

The powerful flying ant tribe almost burst into tears.

He opened his mouth to tear me, and kept tearing me up. Who is he who doesn’t know how to live or die?

The ancestor of the Flying Ant Tribe laughed even more angrily.

It is unprecedented to be confronted by the little Shura in front of him again and again.

He stared at Zhang Yuan tightly, imprinted his appearance in his mind, and prepared to twist the little Shura to death as soon as the meeting ended.

"Don't say anything more, just discuss anything."

"The rest is almost done now. Everyone, let's continue to go back and discuss."

A group of ancestor-level demons spoke.

Emperor Shura and the ancestor Feiyi snorted coldly and each withdrew their gazes.

"Xue Mingzi, you are following me. As long as I am here, no one dares to do anything to you."

The indifferent Taoist path of Shura.

"Yes, the Great Emperor."

Zhang Yuan immediately bowed.

They walked towards the palace not far away.

All demons were walking inside.

There was a huge long table in the palace, surrounded by seats, and all the ancestor-level demons began to sit down, while the other demons stood behind them in rows.

Zhang Yuan naturally stood honestly behind Emperor Shura.

"Everyone, we have been discussing for half a month now. The best way is to attack Jiuzhou first, destroy the human race and then divide the interests. In this way, the two will not be delayed. Otherwise, we will discuss and discuss it, and it will never be difficult to come up with any perfect solution, which will only waste time."

An ancestor of the Tiger Dragon clan spoke coldly.

The other ancestors nodded.

The ancestor of the Feiyi tribe said coldly: "But a member of our tribe has just been killed by the Shura clan. At this time, I think the Shura clan has to give my clan an explanation."

"Is there anything wrong with your tribe members provoking me. Is this emperor killed him?"

Emperor Shura was extremely tough.

Zhang Yuan suddenly stepped forward and whispered in the ear of Emperor Shura, saying, "Emperor, I'll prepare tea for you."

"Um."

Emperor Shura nodded lightly.

Although this tribe is a bit popular, its starting point is correct. It is absolutely unquestionable to be loyal to itself. It is still thinking about preparing tea for itself.

How could he be willing to hand over such a tribe to the Feiyi tribe for handling?

What's more, the Flying Ant Tribe has been furious after repeatedly targeting him.

Zhang Yuan respectfully retreated from the hall, came to the door, changed his eyes and quickly found a huge spiritual well. He looked around and looked around. No one noticed. He immediately drew a bucket of spiritual liquid, carried it to a room far away, filled a pot of water, and poured all the remaining corpse poison in.

He wasn't sure if he could deal with the ancestor-level demons. In short, he tried it first and then said that it would be better to reverse all of them. If he could all be knocked down, the overseas demons would no longer be troubled.

After Zhang Yuan poured the corpse poison in, he immediately shook the kettle hard and shook the venom thoroughly.

Then he carried the kettle, took a bunch of cups, and walked back to the hall.

He placed cups in front of the ancestors and brewed a pot of spiritual tea for them one by one.

When he came to the ancestor of the Feiyi tribe, Zhang Yuan said coldly: "Old Ancestor of the Feiyi tribe, I originally disdained to make tea for you, but the emperor of my clan is broad-minded and disdained to see your clan, so I asked me to come and make a cup of tea for you as an apology, so you can do it yourself!"

He also brewed a cup of venom for the ancestor of the Flying Ant Clan.

The ancestor of the Flying Ant Tribe was furious.

The Shura tribe is simply too bullying!

"Okay, Feiyi Ancestor, don't get angry anymore. Since Emperor Shura has accused you of the crime, this matter will be revealed in this way. It is the bottom line to attack Jiuzhou earlier."

An ancestor of the Demon Bat Clan took a sip of spiritual tea and persuaded him.

"Yes, Emperor Shura has already apologized, so don't be arrogant anymore."

The other ancestors were also persuading each other.

The Feiyi Ancestor snorted coldly, and his eyes flashed with fierce light.

Zhang Yuan curled his lips secretly and continued to make tea for other ancestors. Soon all the ancestors on the round table were brewed.

Zhang Yuan came to Emperor Shura again and said, "Emperor, come and prepare snacks for you."

"Well, you're intent."

The path of the Shura Emperor was satisfied with.

Zhang Yuan retreated and after coming to the yard, he immediately poured all the remaining venom in the kettle into the spiritual well. The venom here cannot be wasted so, so he can mix it into the spiritual well and let others taste it.

After doing all this, he threw away the kettle, saw no one paying attention, and transformed into a powerful man from the mountain tribe. He had a tall and strong body, a handsome face, and a thorn on his back. He was more than five meters tall and his body was full of powerful strength.

Instead of leaving immediately, he continued to walk into the hall and stood silently in one corner.

He wants to see these demons with his own eyes showing symptoms before deciding what to do next.

Otherwise, what if the other party is not poisoned?

There were many strong people in the hall, and all the demons of all races were here. No one was suspicious of him suddenly coming. Several gazes swept him and then took them back.

Zhang Yuan watched silently.

The negotiations on the round table continued, and the ancestors of all races were a little thirsty and sucked the spiritual liquid into their mouths one by one.

Emperor Shura suddenly frowned and looked out the door.

Xue Mingzi has prepared snacks for him, why haven’t he come back yet?

"You go and see where Xue Mingzi went?"

He waved his hand and informed a Shura powerful man behind him.

"Yes, the Great Emperor."

The Shura tribe said respectfully.

puff!

Suddenly, an old ancestor spurted out blood without warning, and then smoke began to snort all over his body, and he screamed in pain: "Ah..."
Chapter completed!