The group of monsters heard this and thought about it carefully. It seemed that it was really possible, and the discussion was buzzing.
"This matter has been reported to our ancestors, so we don't need to worry."
Ao Cang said: "Those human sects have deep foundations, and they probably still have the gods alive and protected by the sect-suppressing spiritual treasures. The Danding Sect may be known as the first sect, but it is difficult and dangerous to unify the human race. .”
"The living heavenly king?"
Zhou Yi and the demons looked at each other with horror in their eyes. Such existences were only recorded in classics.
"Maybe alive or dead, but there is no need to worry about such existences. Either they are self-proclaimed and dare not be born, or they are relying on heretical methods to survive. Unless the sect is destroyed, they will not be born."
Ao Cang said: "Other sects don't know, the Alchemy God of Danding Sect must have disappeared, otherwise the Demon Lord would not dare to destroy Xiaodanshan."
Zhou Yi asked curiously: "May I ask Mr. Long, is there a demon god alive in our demon clan?"
Ao Cang shook his head and said sadly: "The decline of the demon clan started with the incarnation of the demon god. The Hundred Thousand Mountains are the final foundation. If we retreat, we can only leave Jiuzhou and go to the four seas to find spiritual veins and practice!"
As soon as the words fell, the demons in the palace shouted angrily and cursed the human monks.
Since the beginning of spiritual energy in the world, there have been monsters in the world, countless years earlier than the history of human cultivation. Some ancient books also record that the sages of the human race introduced spiritual energy into their bodies to refine their magic power, referring to the practice method of the demon race.
Nowadays, the human race is so powerful that it continues to encroach on the realm where the demon race practices.
Zhou Yi's eyes flickered and his mind was spinning. Ao Cang seemed to be deliberately guiding him. This kind of struggle for the continuation of ethnic groups and the struggle for living space is the most common enemy.
"The Dragon Clan has a long lifespan. The golden elixir can live for nearly a thousand years. If the Dragon Emperor doubles the lifespan for at least two thousand years, he may not be able to survive Xuan Xiao. So what is Ao Cang paving the way for..."
After the noise, Ao Cang signaled the demons to be quiet.
"Don't say these depressing words again. Today's banquet is to celebrate fellow Taoist Jin's success in overcoming the tribulation."
Halfway through the banquet, Ao Cang finally got to the point. Ao Cang smiled and said, "Fellow Taoist, please join Bibo Pond. If a great calamity does come in the future, we can only survive it by working together!"
"It's what you wish for."
Zhou Yi stood up, bowed and saluted, and said solemnly: "I am willing to be sent by the Dragon Lord to guard the Hundred Thousand Mountains to protect the realm of the Monster Clan's cultivation. Pindao was born in the ordinary Eagle Clan, with low bloodline talent. He knows the difficulties of the Monster Clan and will never allow the Human Race Encroachment!”
Not to mention the words that shocked everyone, Zhou Yi drew patterns on the void with essence and blood, and swore to the sky.
"If you violate this oath, your life will be shortened by 500 years!"
Such loud and bold words made the group of monsters stunned. Everyone just followed the words of Lord Long and cursed, but why did they suddenly take it seriously?
"Okay, okay!"
Ao Cang repeatedly praised: "Fellow Taoist is really the backbone of the demon clan. If all the demon clan is like fellow Taoist, why worry about not being able to revive?"
Zhou Yi repeatedly waved his hands and said: "Longjun is ridiculous. The poor Taoist is just trying his best. Only by obeying the orders of Dragon Palace and following Dragon Lord can he have some use."
"Hahaha! Everyone, please drink!"
Ao Cang raised his glass and said: "I have already been to Tanggu, Qingqiu, and Baihuling. I learned that all the four ancestors have lived for more than a thousand years. We only need to wait for all the human Nascent Souls to be enthroned. With four against one, the advantage is I!"
"Yin Sheng!"
The group of demons suddenly understood. No wonder Zhou Yi swore that he had guessed Long Lord's plan.
This is not a clever strategy, but a majestic conspiracy. Without fighting or fighting, the human race's Nascent Soul will be killed by the long life span.
Even if the human race knew about it in advance, they were unable to stop the general trend. The Demon King wanted to hide and escape, and the Yuan Ying ancestor was helpless.
"Continued Cup!"
"Drink, drink, drink!"
"The revival of the demon clan is imminent."
"It's only five to six hundred years, even a poor man can wait."
"..."
Pushing cups and changing cups, drinking and drinking from each other, the shark man and the clam girl exchanged four or five waves of delicacies.
Towards the end.
Ao Cang said: "Since my Taoist friends have entered the Blue Wave Pond, they should have a place to stay. I know that you two have a deep brotherhood, so I will simply give you the southern section of the Thorn Ridge, and the Qingsong Demon King will change the realm."
"There is no need for this. Fellow Daoist Qingsong has a long life, and he will be the pillar of the demon clan in the future. Dragon Lord still needs to be close to him!"
Zhou Yi spoke sincerely and said: "Pindao is willing to station with Huang Niu in the northern section of Thorny Ridge, monitor the movements of the human race, and train the demon soldiers under his command, waiting for the time when the demon race is revived!"
"Okay, okay!"
Ao Cang only felt Zhou Yi's body glowing with fearless holy light, and said: "Since it is a celebration, how can we not have gifts? I open the Dragon Palace treasure house, and fellow Taoists can take one or two of them to congratulate the demon clan!"
Zhou Yi burst into tears with gratitude: "Thank you, Mr. Long."
"Everyone, please continue eating and drinking. Fellow Taoist, follow me."
Ao Cang said as clouds formed under his feet, and he took Zhou Yi and flew deep into the Dragon Palace.
After a while.
It fell outside a palace, the door was closed, and the plaque read: Jubao Pavilion.
Ao Cang opened his mouth and spit out the dragon ball, shook it in front of the door, and the forbidden aura shone and the door opened by itself.
Zhou Yi followed him into the Jubao Pavilion and saw shelves with various objects placed on them as far as the eye could see.
"The treasures collected by Dragon Lords in the past are all here. Fellow Taoist can choose any two."
Ao Cang smiled and said: "Dragon Lords in the past have liked different objects. Some like them to be crystal clear, and some like to be old. So there are some expensive and useless things, but they are to test the eyesight of fellow Taoists."
Zhou Yi scanned it with his spiritual consciousness and saw text labels next to the shelves, which were divided into categories according to their attributes.
Gold spiritual minerals, monster bones, wood rare objects, lightning strike spiritual objects...
"Long Jun, I also like ancient spiritual objects. I wonder which area they are in?"
Ao Cang pointed: "The southwest corner."
Jubao Pavilion is vast in area, covering an area of at least ten acres. Zhou Yi used his escape technique to land in the antiquities area and looked at the spiritual objects on the shelves one by one.
"Ancient tiger demon teeth, ancient jade, broken ancient artifacts, ancient tomb coffins..."
The hobbies of a certain generation of dragon kings were really strange. He even sealed a sarcophagus in a storage box for collection. It is not known whether he dug it out himself or the demon king below offered it to him.
The Book of Changes does not expect there to be any secrets in the ancient relics. After many Ren Longjun sifting through them, if there is any unfathomable strangeness, it will have been taken away from the Treasure Pavilion long ago.
——Bagua pattern tortoise shell comes from ancient ruins.
The simple green-gray tortoise shell is about the size of an adult's palm, with a naturally formed Bagua pattern on its back.
Zhou Yi looked happy and took the tortoise shell in his hand to play with it for a while.
"This object has a destiny for me. Using it to perform the Small Heaven-cutting Technique will surely reveal more information!"
Then I walked around for a while and picked up a fragment of an ancient treasure called Cuifeng Seal. The overall shape is like a small mountain peak, with green green all over, but half of it is broken at the waist. When activated by magic power, it can become as heavy as a thousand pounds.
This object has been in Jubao Pavilion for a long time. There are notes from several dragon kings next to it. It is verified that it is part of an ancient treasure.
Zhou Yi chose a good object, handed it over and said, "Thank you, Mr. Long, for the gift."
Ao Cang was in charge of the Jubao Pavilion. If any object left its place, he would have a forbidden message to remind him. When he saw the two useless items in Zhou Yi's hands, he smiled and shook his head.
"My fellow Taoist is commendable for his loyalty, but his temper is a bit thin. Although these two ancient artifacts are mysterious, they are only suitable for leisurely play!"
Ao Cang summoned the turtle demon to serve him, and ordered him to go to the armory to get the magic weapon and armor, and gave him another reward.
"Thank you, Mr. Long."
Zhou Yi put on his chain armor, and his weapon was a fine gold dragon mace, which weighed several thousand kilograms.
The demon clan rarely refines magic weapons, but instead continuously refines the physical body until it is as strong as the magic weapon. The divine weapon is similar to the precious treasure of the human monks, and coupled with the tyrannical power of the demon clan, it often collapses mountains and cracks the ground, and Jindan Zhenjun does not dare to resist.
The Dragon Palace Banquet does not last for one day.
After it was confirmed that Zhou Yi would be under the command of Bibotan, Lord Long summoned the Demon King under his command, and each of them came to get acquainted with each other.
Eat, drink and have fun, time flies by.
Fast forward two months later.
Zhou Yi Dunguang fell into the Moyun Cave, arranged many formations to cover it up, and took out the lotus tube to predict bad luck.
The spiritual lottery landed safely.
Winning the lottery.
"How can it be ordinary?"
Zhou Yi frowned slightly and took out the ancient tortoise shell from the storage bag.
After obtaining two ancient artifacts from Jubao Pavilion, they have been studying them in Dragon Palace for a long time.
One or two of the forbidden textures can be glimpsed in the Cuifeng Seal. In the future, if we study for a long time, we may be able to obtain the complete method of refining the treasure.
An accident occurred when the ancient tortoise shell was fortune-telling. All the lifespan consumed by the small sky-cutting technique was swallowed up by the tortoise shell. In the end, even the bad luck of the day could not be calculated.
After devouring Shou Yuan, the Bagua texture on the back of the tortoise shell became slightly clearer.
Zhou Yi noticed strange changes in the tortoise shell and did not dare to continue his research in the Dragon Palace until he returned to Moyun Cave.
"I want to see how much longevity this thing can swallow!"
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