"Your mission is to deal with the human race." In the mist, the figure stood still and ordered in an unquestionable tone.
The Emperor's order is like a big mountain hanging above your head. Once you feel resistance, you will feel the terrifying pressure coming on you.
Only by lowering your proud head can you get a chance to breathe.
However, this time, the Black Eagle King raised his head with difficulty and looked at the direction of the human race behind him.
There is a dragon chariot rising into the sky, backed by the sea of clouds, and in the light of thousands of feet, the human emperor's momentum is not inferior to that of the demon emperor, one in the south and one in the north, fighting against each other.
"My king, why can't this be done?" Black Eagle King's eyes were full of envy.
After countless reincarnations and reflections, it suddenly felt something.
Three thousand years ago, the four emperors represented the will of the demon ancestors, controlled the world, and inherited countless legacies from the ancient demon era - they were supposed to be invincible and rule everything steadily without any accidents.
The human race is still rising strongly. It has grown step by step despite the suppression of Wu Ming. Now it is one clan with two emperors and more than ten kings. In terms of the strength of a single clan, it is undoubtedly the leader of all clans.
Among them, there may be some secret reasons, and the Black Eagle King thought of the mysterious old man in green shirt.
Or perhaps, the four great emperors are not as invincible as imagined.
The seeds of faith took root and sprouted in his heart.
"I may not be able to follow the same path as the human race."
"The fate of the future depends entirely on the choices made today..."
"Huh?" The thick fog surged, and the blurry figure inside seemed dissatisfied with the Black Eagle King's move to raise his head.
The endless pressure suddenly dropped, like the deep sea, which made the body of the Black Eagle King crackle, as if it would be shattered into pieces in the next moment.
The Black Eagle King still raised his head, his dark black feathers trembling, and his eyes showed a fierce light.
"Since there is a glimmer of hope, how can I be willing to degenerate and become just a lowly thug?"
"You hide your head and face, you dare to use your power to force me, one day in the future, you will pay back a hundredfold."
"Today, no one can suppress me!"
A sharp eagle scream penetrated the fog and resounded throughout the world.
The eagle roared, the fog dispersed, and the world became white.
…
In the dim cave, the Black Eagle King suddenly opened his eyes, and a faint green light flashed in his eyes.
"What's going on? Why am I here?"
The back was injured, the demon pill cracked...the almost fatal stab wound had not healed yet, and when he woke up, he was immediately hit by severe pain.
The experience in the dream became blurry, and real memories quickly came to mind along with pain.
The Black Eagle King remembered that he had teamed up with the Bear King to attack a human border gate, but was defeated and was attacked by three human kings. He was stabbed by King Yinping and escaped with his life.
Finally, I managed to escape back to Black Eagle Cliff and hid in this cave, trying to recover from my injuries, but I fainted and had some weird dreams...
The Black Eagle King ignored the dream for the time being and focused on the crisis in reality - his own injury. He observed it for a moment and frowned.
Although King Yin Ping is almost dead from old age, his sword skills are still ruthless. A few strands of sharp sword energy have survived, seeping into the wound and repeatedly attacking the demon pill, making recovery very difficult.
"This injury will require at least twenty years of rest unless the Emperor bestows a sixth-grade healing treasure or a large number of fifth-grade spiritual flowers and fruits."
But will Emperor Zun give it such a precious resource?
He knew it wouldn't be possible even with his claws. The Black Eagle King snorted coldly and recalled some memories from his dream.
"I, the king, can no longer be cannon fodder on the front lines."
Deep in the cave, I suddenly remembered a familiar voice:
"Little bird, you finally figured it out."
In the dim light, the figure of an old man in green clothes slowly emerged.
"You are-" The Black Eagle King was shocked, his eyes widened, and all the memories from his dream emerged.
Infinite cycle, nesting again and again, the old man in green shirt appearing again and again...
As strong as the Black Eagle King, and as smart as a human being, he quickly figured out what was going on, his eyes were dark, and he looked at the opposite side warily.
"My benefactor...what a clever method."
Zhu An just smiled and said, "How will the future go? Have you made plans?"
The Black Eagle King looked at him and realized that there was no point in lying when facing a strong man who could weave dreams. It was better to speak frankly.
"I no longer want to be a pawn. I want to break away from Wu Ming and form an alliance with the human race. But -"
It paused, made up its mind, raised its head and said proudly:
"I will not be a slave or a thug. I need a higher status and more resources in the human race!"
"If you can't do it, then please do so. You're just cannon fodder everywhere anyway. I might as well die a happy death."
Zhu An smiled again, "Yes, this is what it looks like."
There was some relief in his tone.
It's great that this little bird that he personally saved back then found its way back and returned to his path.
"Then let's deal with your injuries first."
The Black Eagle King perked up, "Can my benefactor repair my demon pill?"
"What are you repairing? The demon pill finally cracked. It just broke and then stood up." Zhu An said, sending a spiritual thought into the other person's mind.
"This is this?" Looking at the strings of mysterious demonic spells in his consciousness, the Black Eagle King digested them and became more and more surprised. Could it be some ancient inheritance?
"It's a secret technique that I recently developed - "Elixir Transformation Technique"."
Zhu An said, extending his index finger and pointing to the location of the demon core.
"My point is, with the "Elixir Transformation Technique", your demonic elixir will be completely broken and fed back to your own body. Then you can modify the body refining method similar to that of the human race, and you will soon be able to return to the same state."
"Are you willing?"
"Broken demon elixir, modified techniques -" Black Eagle King's heart was shaking, and he vaguely guessed a terrible truth.
"You are not just an enemy of the Four Emperors!"
Although its lifespan is less than a thousand years old, as a demon king, it has also heard some stories from three thousand years ago.
It is said that the ancient demons back then did not have a unified cultivation method at all. They relied on fighting, resting, and devouring heaven and earth treasures... to naturally become stronger slowly.
The demon pill method pioneered by the demon ancestor has quick results and has become a blessing to countless ordinary demon beasts.
All living beings condensed demon elixirs and gathered under the command of the demon ancestor. They called themselves the real "demon clan" and opposed the ancient demon until the ancient era was destroyed.
The demon pill method, the demon clan, and the demon ancestors are inseparable.
If you abolish the demon elixir and practice other methods, can you still be considered a demon clan?
And betraying the demon clan would mean betraying that person...
The Black Eagle King realized this, his breathing became rapid and his chest heaved.
Although that person has been away for three thousand years, he is still a symbol of genius and invincibility in the hearts of all demon clans!
The most stunning and beautiful creature, and also the most domineering and tyrannical master!
Zhu An waved his hand gently, "The four emperors are like the four dogs raised by the Demon Ancestor. If you beat the dog, you will naturally beat the owner."
Such an understatement... The Black Eagle King smiled bitterly and looked at the figure in green clothes that seemed to be both virtual and real in front of him, feeling that he could not see through it at all.
It could only ask tentatively: "What chance does the benefactor... have of winning?"
Zhu An smiled mysteriously.
"Why should I do something that has no chance of winning?"
