"Is it interesting for you to force yourself like this?"
Jiang Pingan was unable to resist and stared angrily at the fox demon who was eating him.
"It's interesting. I just like seeing the expression of grievance, anger, and despair on your face."
"If you cry again, I will be even more excited!"
Ji Fei tore open Jiang Ping'an's clothes and ran her slender fingers across this powerful body.
His breathing increased uncontrollably, and water seemed to drip from his charming eyes.
Just when Jiang Ping'an was about to be captured, angry shouts came from the transmission talisman around Ji Fei's waist.
"I don't agree with Jiang Ping'an becoming the Holy Son of our religion!"
"Jiang Ping'an is not a member of our God and Demon Sect at all. Why let him be the Holy Son? My son is the most suitable candidate."
The meeting began, and the speaker was Mo Chong, the great elder of the Demon God Sect, a member of the Mo family of the three major factions.
A senior member of the Wu family said: "I don't think so. Now, the Demon God Sect's frontline has been defeated, many geniuses have been killed, and their momentum has been greatly reduced."
"I don't want to say more about the influence of momentum. Letting Jiang Ping'an join will definitely increase the momentum. He himself is very powerful in combat. Letting him participate in the battle can relieve the pressure on our Demon God Sect."
Mo Chong immediately retorted, "Jiang Ping'an is an outsider. For the sake of a little fighting power, let an outsider be the Holy Son? Are we, the Demon God Sect, losing face?"
Ji Fei touched Jiang Ping'an's chest and sneered at the transmission talisman: "Face? We have almost lost the Northern Territory, so what kind of face do you have?"
"Where do you want to go when the Northern Territory is completely fell? Do you think other territories will allow us, the Demon God Sect, to go over and seize their territory?"
"Now, what our Demon God Sect has to do is to keep its current territory. Even if we can't win the war, we can't lose our territory again."
Mo Chong's cold voice continued to come from the transmission note, "What is the use of Jiang Ping'an? To put it more seriously, he is equivalent to an ordinary monk in the Void Refining Stage and has little impact on the battlefield."
"Ah, yes, yes, Jiang Ping'an is useless. The East China Sea Anti-Demon Legion's defense of the coast has nothing to do with Jiang Ping'an."
Ji Fei started to get angry, "The battle in the Daqian Dynasty was not a battle between Jiang Ping'an and Taizu Crocodile."
"It would be best for your son to be elected as the Holy Son. Your son, Mo Bufan, will definitely be able to face millions of strong men of the same level without fear. He can defeat all the strong men in a realm, and he can easily face the top geniuses of the demon clan. Crush.”
As soon as Ji Fei said this, some of the elders who wanted to nominate one of their own as the Holy Son also shut up obediently to avoid being tricked by Ji Fei.
Mo Chong was obviously angry and raised his voice: "This is war, not about comparing who is stronger individually. The battlefield is about strategy and tactics."
"My son, Mo Bufan, has read hundreds of military books since he was a child. He has memorized many classic battles by heart. He knows how to use troops to fight and how to achieve the greatest victory with the least loss."
"Does Jiang Ping'an understand the art of war? Does he know how to lead an army to fight? Does he know how to deploy troops?"
Ji Fei smiled disdainfully, "In the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies and tricks are just fancy."
"Jiang Ping'an directly pushes invincible, kills until the same level is fearful, kills until the same level is dead, and kills until the enemy's mentality collapses."
"Your son worked hard to design and kill a master, but for Jiang Ping'an, it was just a few punches."
Ji Fei's words were full of contempt for Mo Chong's son.
"Ji Fei!"
Mo Chong's voice was trembling as he could no longer suppress his anger.
"No matter how strong Jiang Ping'an is, he is still just an outsider. Letting an outsider become the Holy Son is something that the Demon God Religion has never done before. We must not break the rules!"
"Who said Jiang Pingan is an outsider?"
Ji Fei touched Jiang Ping'an's chest, greedily smelled his scent, and said leisurely:
"You don't know, he has always been my adopted son and a member of my Demon God Cult."
Mo Chong: "..."
Senior executives: "..."
Do you dare to be more fake?
What is the relationship between Jiang Pingan and you?
"Who is your..." Jiang Ping'an was about to speak in retort when Ji Fei's fingers grabbed his tongue.
Ji Fei lay on Jiang Pingan's chest, her red lips close to Jiang Pingan's ear, and whispered: "If you dare to talk too much, I will bite off your tongue."
Mo Chong was extremely angry, "It's useless to argue here. Let's compete and see the real results on the battlefield."
"I am sending my son Mo Bufan, and you are sending Jiang Ping'an. Whoever is the first to repel the enemies on their respective battlefields a hundred thousand miles away will be regarded as the Holy Son. Do you dare?"
Their Demon God Cult is being besieged by the demons and is still at war.
"Let's compete. We have returned to the Northern Territory and will be on the battlefield soon."
Ji Fei responded easily, but her face was full of solemnity, because the other party's son Mo Bufan was indeed very good at commanding.
"See you on the battlefield!"
Mo Chong left a word coldly and then lost his voice.
Turning off the transmission talisman, the anger on Mo Chong's face suddenly disappeared without a trace, and even a smile appeared.
Mo Chong looked at an elegant man wearing white clothes next to him, "Feifan, how are you preparing?"
This elegant man is Mo Bufan, the son of the great elder Mo Chong.
Mo Bufan smiled and said: "The Flame Demonic Birds have agreed to retreat a hundred thousand miles, just waiting for a show and pretending to fight. They will retreat in three days."
The smile on Mo Chong's face became even brighter.
In fact, when he was so angry during the meeting, he was all acting, and his purpose was for the final bet.
If it were proposed that his son Mo Bufan should directly become the Holy Son, other people in the Demon God Sect would definitely not agree.
But if you defeat Jiang Ping'an, an outstanding talent, it will be different and you will become justifiable.
This is a psychological strategy.
Mo Chong spent some money to give great benefits to the Flame Demonic Bird Clan and perform a show with them.
After the two sides pretended to fight for three days, the Flame Magic Bird would retreat, thus showing his son Mo Bufan's strong side.
The Wu family and the nine-tailed demon fox would definitely not have thought of this move. When they risked their lives to fight the demons, they would find that his son had already won.
This position of Holy Son must belong to his son, Mo Bufan!
On the other side, Ji Fei was deep in thought while touching Jiang Ping'an's chest.
"Mo Chong, that old fox, must have some confidence in proposing this bet."
"It is very difficult to repel the demons for hundreds of thousands of miles. It requires the Wu family and our nine-tailed fox clan to unite."
This battle seems to be a competition between Jiang Pingan and Mo Chong, but it is actually a battle between different factions.
The battlefield is a melee of a group of people. Jiang Ping'an can play a role, but it shouldn't be too big.
But Ji Fei never expected that the Mo family would directly negotiate with the demons.
In just three days, the Mo family will win directly.
"Boom~"
The flying boat suddenly shook violently, and Jiang Ping'an ran into Ji Fei's arms, almost accidentally tearing off the fabric in front of him.
"Madam! Oh no, the demons are attacking!"
Soon, a maid with a fox tail opened the door in a panic, her face full of horror.
Ji Fei's pupils suddenly shrank, and she quickly tore open the void and arrived outside the flying boat.
The flying boat was surrounded by a group of green wolves with wings, and they were so densely packed that they blocked out the sky and the sun.
These green wolves are tall, with a pair of black wings similar to bats, blue-glazed eyes, and muscular limbs.
They bared their teeth, their saliva drooled from the foul smell, and their bodies were surrounded by evil aura.
The maid who followed Ji Fei bit her lip, fear appearing on her face.
"Madam, they seem to be the elite team of the Shadow Blue Demon Wolf clan!"
I didn't expect such bad luck. As soon as I came back, I met the Shadow Blue Demon Wolf clan. This is the top clan of the demon clan and has extremely strong combat power.
Not only that, judging from the aura of this group of guys, they are still a top elite team.
The Green Demonic Wolfs here are all top-notch beings at the same level.
There are very few people on the Nine-tailed Fox side, so there will definitely be huge sacrifices this time.
"It turns out they are from the nine-tailed fox clan. It is your misfortune to encounter us. You should go find a fortune teller when you go out."
The leader, a shadow green demon wolf, stared at Ji Fei greedily, "As expected of the nine-tailed demon clan, you are so beautiful. Don't worry, I will let you reach your peak before you die."
"I'm sorry to tell you that none of you can escape!"
