The demons crouched on the ground devoutly, with their palms facing upwards and a faint smile hanging on their lips, enjoying the miserable cries of the Rain Master clan.
"Due to Ji Machi's mistake, the demon clan became the favorite of the gods. Now the demon god Wuhuan leads the great demons to gain the vitality of the demon clan and sacrifice the Rain Master clan to the world. The glory of the demon clan will return naturally."
"Long live the demon god."
"Long live the demon god."
"Long live the demon god."
"Sacrifice to the Rain Master clan."
"Sacrifice to the Rain Master clan."
"Sacrifice to the Rain Master clan."
Ji Meng, who was lingering on the edge, bit his lips tightly and swallowed the sobs in his throat. Hatred raged in his eyes as he swept through the figures of the demons one by one, and finally landed on the stern-looking Wu Jian on the high platform. , despair, bitterness, and hatred flowed out, almost drowning Ji Meng.
Ji Meng didn't understand. Why did Wujiu turn his back on his father's favor?
Just because of a sudden anger? But she pulled away and no longer got involved in their messy affairs. Why didn't she let the Rain Master clan go?
Among the tribesmen tied to the high platform, who doesn’t know Wujiang? Why is Wujiang so cold?
Ji Meng was blinded by hatred and couldn't see Wujiang's struggle and insincere bitterness.
The powerful demonic power attacked the high platform, and the raging demonic fire enveloped the Yushi clan members. Countless screams rose into the sky, and the resentment did not dissipate. It condensed into a terrifying ghost body in the air, grabbing the demons unscrupulously, as if they were eating jelly beans. Click, click, eat.
"Ah, run!"
Fuqing, who was immersed in pride, rushed out and glared at Wujiang angrily. He put his hand on his neck and quietly pushed the soul-locking needle deeper, saying in a low voice: "Wuxian, break up the Yushi clan." The demon spirit, I won’t allow you to miss, understand?”
There was a flash of struggle in Wuhuan's eyes, which gradually dimmed, as if he was a puppet at the mercy of Fuqing. He rushed forward resolutely, with demonic fire burning in his palms, and he was only one punch away from burning the demonic spirit out.
"Wuhuang."
Ji Meng's eyes were red, and he penetrated Wuji's chest with one blow, holding his beating heart, and said sternly: "The demon clan cannot tolerate my Yushi clan, so from now on, the demon clan will no longer tolerate the Yushi clan. Shelter, and you and I have nothing to do with each other anymore. If you don’t want to die, just get out of here, otherwise, don’t blame me for not remembering our past friendship.”
As she spoke, Ji Meng tightly grasped his living heart. Seeing the pain that could not be concealed on his face, she turned her head away in embarrassment and threw the clan's sacred object, the Yilan Cone, into the air. The spirit was sucked in and landed in Ji Meng's palm.
Fu Qing: "Quick, surround and suppress the remnants of the Rain Master, rescue the demon god, and don't let the sacrifice fail."
Ji Meng came behind Fu Qing in an instant, his fingers turned into claws, pinched Fu Qing's slender neck, and said without any emotion: "Fu Qing, you are too impatient to get rid of me."
A thin needle emitting blue light magnified infinitely in Fu Qing's eyes. She was so frightened that she hid back, but where could she hide?
"Fu Qing, you have an impure mind. The Rain Master clan ended up like this, and it is indispensable for your planning." The thin needle was pressed against Fu Qing's cheek, and Ji Meng smiled contemptuously, "Now, I will return this thing to you, but May you never end well in all your life. In addition, Wu Jian harmed our clan without other people's hands, so I should send him to accompany you."
Ji Meng covered Fu Qing's mouth and nose tightly, and stabbed the soul-locking needle neatly. The light in her eyes disappeared little by little, and she sat on the ground as dull as a puppet.
"Ji Meng, I..."
"Wuhuang, without you and me, only the demon god Wuhuan and Ji Meng, the Rain Master clan, will suffer disasters in the future. Ji Meng will remember them and never make the same mistakes again."
Wuhuan took one step forward and Ji Meng took three steps back.
She looked at the remorseful Wuji with such indifference, and said softly: "The Emperor and the Empress are here, Ji Meng of the Rain Master clan swears an oath here to break up with the demon god Wuji, and we will have nothing to do with each other. One day we will meet with swords. , The oath will not be broken unless one party dies. If it is violated, Ji Meng is willing to be struck by thunder, and this body will be dissolved, and he will not enter reincarnation."
There was a boom.
A golden light fell into Ji Meng Lingtai.
The oath is fulfilled, the contract is here.
Wuhuan was severely injured physically and mentally. His stalwart body swayed slightly, and his dark face was full of bitterness. He resolutely took out the fresh heart from his chest, held it in front of Ji Meng, and begged: "Meng'er, don't make this oath. If you hate me, you can take my life and don’t hurt me..."
"Wuhuang, it's too late, everything is too late."
Ji Meng's sigh-like words shattered Wu Huan's last hope. She stepped forward calmly, covered Wu Huan's arm with a white handkerchief, and returned the beating heart to its original position.
"I don't want to see you again, even to the end of the world, Wujiang. It was you who lost everything, so you should taste the bitter fruit."
Before he finished speaking, Ji Meng turned around and ran towards her light. He used his divine power to maintain the God-binding formation beside Aning. He clenched the Yilan Cone in his hand and said softly: "Sister, thank you."
"Can you think about it carefully? Follow me to the God Realm, I'm afraid there will be no possibility of going down to the lower realm."
"Sister, there is no one or thing in the lower world that Ji Meng cares about. Ji Meng...doesn't regret it." Ji Meng hid half of his body behind An Ning, holding An Ning's clothes tightly with his little hands, his wholehearted trusting look stung. Wuhuang, he stepped forward step by step, with a very low posture, "Meng'er, stay here and let me make it up to you..."
"Haha." Aning was not used to bad habits, and sneered: "Stay here and let you sacrifice? Who is so brainless that you still want to believe the words of the enemy who wiped out the clan?"
Every word is heartbreaking.
Wu Fu's lungs were stabbed hard, and his dark skin turned a shade lighter. His fists clenched loudly, but he did not dare to reveal any of his emotions.
He didn't look at Aning, but looked at Ji Meng who didn't want to give him any mercy, and said dryly: "Meng'er, give me a chance to make up for it, I..."
"Give you a chance?" Ji Meng raised his tear-stained face and said with bloodshed: "Who will give the Rain Master clan a chance? Wujiang, why do you have so much talk? Why do you wipe everything out with just a few words?"
"Ji Meng, let's go."
The golden light flourished, and the monsters howled all over the land.
The golden light gradually faded away, and Wuhuang lowered his head in despair, holding a blood-stained handkerchief in his hand, feeling empty in his heart.
Spirit world.
Yue Zhu was restrained in mid-air by thunder and lightning, numbness mixed with a little pain flowed through his body, and his thin face trembled slightly.
Aning:......
Say he's lucky! As soon as he returned to the God Realm, he was caught.
Say he is unlucky! In the private world, there have been no pursuers.
Emperor Zun was so angry that he stared at Yuezhu, the anger in his heart became more and more intense. He suddenly looked at Ji Meng beside Aning and said angrily: "Xuanyou, do you think you are guilty of bringing a demon clan to the God Realm privately?"
Aning: "Emperor, what crime is Xuanyou guilty of? Xuanyou is not the only one who is raised by the gods to support the demon clan, so why should the emperor hold on to it? If the emperor wants to convict Xuanyou, those who support the demon clan in the gods must not be let go. one……"
Emperor Zun:......
Yue Zhu roared: "Emperor, Yue Zhu is in the private world and his sins cannot be forgiven. Please don't vent your anger on Xuan You, I... ugh!"
"The more candles are shapeless, the netherworld is forbidden, there must be no mistakes."
"Leave the candle to receive the punishment."
