Six hundred miles southeast of Sizhu Kingdom, there is Qingliang Mountain. It used to be the territory of a pangolin great sage. Later, a group of mongooses who were hunted by monsters fled here and occupied this place.
Originally, the fate that awaited the roe deer was destruction, but they were saved because of the protection of the Tiger Clan. From then on, they used Qingliang Mountain as their foundation and became a chess piece arranged by the Tiger Clan in this area.
The reason why it is called Xianqi is because, apart from the Sizhu Kingdom that was later established, this place is not far from the Qingqiu Kingdom of the Fox Clan. As long as the relationship between the Tiger Clan and the Fox Clan is acceptable, they will not move here too much to avoid arousing Qingqiu's suspicion.
It is precisely this that makes the two monstrous beasts who now occupy this place feel very anxious. They are afraid that one day they will become abandoned sons, so they often find ways to work for the Tiger Clan and show their value.
However, there is nothing about these evil monsters who eat their mothers since they are born that the Tiger Clan, thousands of miles away, would like. They are nothing more than assassinating some idle monsters who have bad comments about the Tiger Clan, or promoting the power of the Tiger Clan everywhere. and prosperity.
But it wasn't until today that they discovered that they had finally made a good deal——
Intercepted and killed the envoy Fang Cunshan.
For this reason, the Tiger Clan actually sent a special envoy!
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"Young Master is very satisfied with you..." Feng Qianchi glanced at the two deer saints standing respectfully in front of him and said lightly, "Young Master hopes that you will be bolder and go further."
With that, Feng Qianchi threw out a scroll and said: "This is the list of people who will go to Fangcun Mountain in the next two days. The envoys here are all strong enough for you to deal with. Use their bones to give them to the one in Fangcun Mountain." Xiao Baize, who is trying to connect with the way of heaven, gives me a big gift."
One of the great sages of the deer beast took the scroll, glanced at it, frowned slightly, and then said with a smile: "Your Majesty, a second-level great sage from Fangcun Mountain came to ask for help two days ago. There is simply a beast blood formation in Qingliang Mountain. Guard, otherwise it will be a little dangerous."
"But after that battle, the beast blood formation was exhausted, just in case..."
Feng Qianchi didn't take it seriously, waved his hand, opened his mouth, and a wine jar flew out of his mouth.
"Young Master knows your difficulties. This is the first reward for you - the materials of the first-grade beast blood array. After being arranged, it is enough to withstand the continuous attacks of ten second-grade great saints for an hour."
"As for the first-grade Great Sage, as far as we know, the second-grade Mastiff Saint you are fighting against is the one with the highest combat power in Fangcun Mountain."
"Whether it is Sizhu Country, Qingqiu Country, Yuyuan Country, or Junji Country, as long as a first-grade great sage is provoked to attack you, it will mean a declaration of war to our Tiger Clan!"
“So, feel free to do it!”
Hearing Feng Qianchi's promise, the two deer saints were overjoyed. The one with higher cultivation level took the formation materials, handed them to the other deer saint, and ordered the other person to arrange them, and then looked at them again. Zhifeng Qianchi said: "Your Majesty, there is one more thing I want to report to you."
Feng Qianchi was confused and asked: "What's the matter?"
The Deer Saint took two steps forward and said, "Don't you think it's strange, Your Majesty? Qingqiu, Yuyuan, Junji, even Davari, these powerful demon clans are willing to form an alliance with Fangcun Mountain. But it's fine. But Our Tiger Clan has clearly stated that we do not support Fang Cun Mountain, so why are there so many weak races willing to get involved in this muddy water..."
When he heard the deer saint say "I am a tiger tribe", Feng Qianchi's face flashed with displeasure, but he quickly calmed down and said: "There's nothing strange about this, it's just a hedging bet. "
"If we send a mission and are intercepted by us, Fang Cunshan will not respond at all. It will be regarded as a loss of a mission. If we successfully reach cooperation with Fang Cunshan and get more benefits, it will not Suffer a loss."
"Otherwise, why is there not even a single great saint among those envoys? The demon life of the Southern Wilderness is as cheap as a piece of grass!"
Speaking of this, Feng Qianchi added: "Going a step further, isn't it the same for those monsters who try to ally with the human race and gain benefits from the human race? If they send a delegation to Daxuan, if they are intercepted and killed on the way, they will They will never admit that the mission was sent by them; if they get any benefits from entering Daxuan, they will immediately weigh the gains and losses and choose a new position."
The deer saint heard Feng Qianchi's words and nodded in agreement, but still said: "The envoy is right. But this time the interception and killing operation was carried out, I discovered something special."
Feng Qianchi became interested when he heard this: "Tell me carefully."
"Let me see for myself!" As he said that, the deer saint's lips moved slightly, like a voice transmitted from outside the cave. After a while, several little demons pressed a Confucian scholar who was fully clothed and walked into the cave.
"Human race?" Feng Qianchi was stunned, then looked at the Deer Saint again, "What's going on?"
Only then did the Emperor Sheng explain: "Back to the envoys, according to the envoys' accounts, their king originally did not intend to pay attention to Fang Cunshan's summons."
"It was this group of humans who lobbied the great saints and kings of the demon kingdoms and persuaded them to send envoys to form an alliance with Fangcun Mountain. Let them believe that Fangcun Mountain can help them become stronger."
Hearing the explanation of the deer saint, Feng Qianchi looked at the Confucian scholar with a fierce light in his eyes and asked: "Who are you? Who instructed you to do this? Why do you do this?"
The human Confucian scholar reluctantly raised his head. His face was covered with bloodstains due to the torture, but his eyes were still shining brightly. He looked at the Tiger Clan's great sage Feng Qianchi, spat, and said feebly: "Fangcun Mountain, the center of the demon clan's culture. Earth, if the demon clan accepts it, it can connect to the way of heaven. If you try to destroy this connection, you are going against heaven!"
The deer saint raised his hand to teach the Confucian scholars, but Feng Qianchi stopped him. Feng Qianchi looked at the Confucian scholar and said: "Our demon tribe has no obstacle to the way of heaven since the demon ancestors. We still have ancestor demons in large numbers. Why do we need to connect with the way of heaven?"
"It's just that you, the human race, want to drag me, the demon race, to fight against the enemy with you. You obviously only care about the selfish interests of your own race, so why are you pretending to be righteous!"
Hearing the words, the deer saint nodded: "That's right. You humans say one thing, but you think another thing in your heart. Everything you do to connect with the way of heaven, and any teachings and preaching are all just to make the demon clan block your swords. You are the evil ones!"
"I am living freely in the Southern Wilderness, why should I get involved in the disputes of your human race!"
Feng Qianchi was quite satisfied with the praise of the Deer Saint and continued: "We, the Tiger Clan, are plotting against the Demon Clan to destroy the connection with the way of heaven. We will not be burdened by the heavens and do not intervene in the battle between the two heavens. In exchange for peace on our side, the Demon Clan. Is there anything wrong?"
As soon as these words came out, the Confucian scholar fell into silence. Feng Qianchi felt happy for no reason.
The young master is right, it is better to kill people than to kill one's heart. The feeling of killing one's heart is so good!
Of course, he didn't have the knowledge to say these words. It was just that he occasionally heard the discussion between the young master and his friends and jotted down a few sentences.
"Hehehe..." At this moment, a laugh came from the Confucian scholar's mouth.
The Confucian scholar took a deep breath, looked calmly at the two demon clan saints in front of him, straightened his spine slowly, and finally his eyes fell on Feng Qianchi, and said firmly: "What a big mistake!"
He used his last strength to break free from the little demon who grabbed him, and said, "Happy and free? Is the Nanhuang in your eyes happy and free?"
"Absurd! This is your freedom and freedom, but it is the sea of misery for most of the monster clan!"
"You determine your superiority and inferiority based on your bloodline. Your whole life has been laid out as soon as you were born. Some are born as swordsmen, and some are born as fish and meat!"
"My mother died in childbirth when I was born, and my father was just an ordinary farm worker. He died of illness when I was nine years old. But since I can study, I have hope."
"I was a scholar at the age of sixteen, a scholar at the age of twenty-three, participated in the examination at the age of twenty-eight, and was registered in the Wenchang Pavilion. With the handwriting of Wen Xiang and the seal of the Holy Emperor, I was listed as the 92nd in the three rankings!"
"My cultivation level has reached the level of fifth-grade master!"
"People like me are everywhere in Daxuan!"
"There is a poem from the human race that says: In the morning, you will be a farmer, and in the evening, you will ascend to the emperor's palace! Do you, the demon race, have such a change?"
"Even if there is a bloodline mutation in your demon clan, the chance is very slim. It is more likely that the strong clan will become stronger and stronger due to marriage, while the weak clan will weaken from generation to generation and eventually disappear from the list of demon clan in the Southern Wilderness."
"What you say is a plan by the demon clan, what you say is that you will not participate in the battle between the two heavens. You are just afraid of the possibility that heaven will give the weak race a chance to stand up, and you are afraid that they may become stronger in the future!"
"You want to control their destiny forever, and you want to occupy the freedom of Southern Wilderness forever."
"You are so shameless, and you dare to speak so brazenly in front of me, wagging your lips and tongue, you just don't know what to say!"
The Confucian scholar coughed, and then said: "Do you really think that I am the one who persuades the leaders of the demon kingdoms with my sharp tongue?"
"No! You are wrong!"
"They just want a chance to change their destiny!"
"In the past, they didn't dare to think about the restriction of reading through talents. But now, you monster clan has a great talent!"
"A square inch of white ink, like me, the human race Wuhou, actually wrote a book that the demon clan can read without the need for a thorough reading talent. This is an opportunity given to the demon clan by heaven!"
"You can kill one group, two groups, three groups... You can kill one, two, or three tribes... But you are destined not to succeed. You are destined not to be able to withstand the weak's struggle against fate!"
"The way of heaven is unkind and treats all things like rotten dogs. But the way of heaven is also the most selfless. He will give the weak clans the opportunity to compete with you. He will..."
The passionate voice stopped suddenly, and a tiger claw directly penetrated the Confucian scholar's heart, piercing his body from front to back. The Confucian scholar looked at Feng Qianchi who was very close and smiled: "You...are scared..."
Feng Qianchi pulled out his claws with a gloomy face, and the Confucian scholar fell backwards. Feng Qianchi looked at his bloody tiger claws and said coldly: "If you encounter such a human race in the future, you don't need to say anything, just kill them."
At this moment, the entire Qingliang Mountain shook, a strong demonic aura rose into the sky, and a shadow like a tiger enveloped the Qingliang Mountain.
At the same time, the third-grade deer saint who had run out before rushed into the cave, with panic in his tone, and shouted: "Envoy, big brother, Fangcun Mountain is coming!"
Feng Qianchi, who had been filled with unknown anger by the Confucian scholar, sneered: "How many people are here? The Great Sage of Japan is here today, and he just used the power of the beast blood array to destroy them all!"
"I don't believe that a great saint can accompany them!"
The third-grade deer saint opened his mouth but said nothing. The second-grade deer saint raised his leg and kicked the third-grade deer saint and said, "Are you stupid? Come back to the envoy quickly. How many people are here?"
The third-grade deer saint then looked at Feng Qianchi and said again: "Your Majesty, Fangcun Mountain is here!"
Feng Qianchi noticed something was wrong and was about to ask again when he suddenly heard a murderous shout from outside——
Fangcun Mountain seeks revenge, and all the monsters in Qingliang Mountain come out to die!
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