"You have a really good nose." Jiuqing didn't get angry when her deeds were discovered. She simply admitted it generously and sat back in her seat. "What do you want to talk about?"

Uncle Chen smiled. "I remember that the last demon king's strength was greatly reduced after being injured by Mr. Xiao Qian. Now the acting demon king seems to be the enemy of your Nine-tailed Fox Clan?" Jiuqing's

face darkened.

When she and the elders were in trouble, the Nine-tailed Fox Clan had a high status in the demon clan. Except for the Silver Moon Wolf King Clan, they were the ones with the most say. Later, when they were in trouble, the Silver Moon Wolf King Clan and some other demon clans did not attack them, only the Sun-eating Rat Clan did.

Relying on the large number of people and strong strength, they have occupied most of the territory of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan. If it weren't for the formation that the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan has reinforced for generations and the territory that is almost isolated from the world, perhaps the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan would not have suffered just a huge loss of strength.

Even now, because of the difficulties of the Sun-Eating Rat Clan, the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan who are still in the Demon Clan are walking on thin ice.

The little foxes in the clan, before they transformed, let alone running around in the Demon Clan territory as recklessly as before, even running and jumping can only be limited to a small formation.

And she, before, was like a fool, immersed in self-righteous love, and did not fulfill her responsibilities as a princess of the clan.

"Yes." She squeezed the word out almost through her teeth, with hidden hatred and self-blame in her eyes.

"The new Sun-Eating Rat is in the middle stage of level six, and your aunt Flower Demon and I are both in the early stage of level six ." Uncle Chen looked into Jiuqing's eyes, "If we work together, we may not be able to defeat it, but we can still contain it."

"I have some friends." Aunt Flower smiled, "three or four beastmen with perfect level five strength."

Uncle Zong also touched his nose, "Although I'm weak, I won't be a drag if we really fight."

After they finished speaking, they all looked at Jiuqing, "Do you want the Nine-tailed Fox Clan to become the new royal family?"

Jiuqing was stunned, her pupils trembling violently, her lips shaking, and she found her voice after a while, "Why help me?"

She thought that these beastmen who had a grudge against her would just not expose Ao Xue's affairs this time.

Uncle Chen smiled and said, "Do you think I am that kind of person with bad intentions?"

Jiu Qing listened to him and said, "I have two conditions."

"One is to help Xiao Qian. The other is that when you become the Monster King, you will incorporate the orcs into the monster territory and let the orcs enjoy the same treatment as monsters within the monster territory."

Jiu Qing raised his eyebrows, "Is the second condition a bit too much?"

Uncle Chen's smiling expression changed, "The orcs should also be treated enough."

The orcs scattered all over the place, when they were weak, the entire tribe was captured by people with ulterior motives and sold as slaves. Unlike the monsters, they do not have monster cores. The vast majority of orcs do not have any talent for cultivation, but they have an ability that the monsters envy -

no matter how weak the orcs are, they can transform into human form after adulthood. Only the beast patterns determined from birth represent the talents they may achieve in the future.

But he didn't believe in fate. Everyone thought that according to his beast pattern, it would be a great blessing for him to break through to the fourth level in this life. But he broke through to the fifth level after exploring the secret realm again and again, fighting for his life.

When he broke through the fourth level strength that lasted for nearly two hundred years like a nightmare, Uncle Chen leaned against the most dangerous corner of the secret realm, facing four roaring monsters.

He stared at the surging clouds and mist, and for the first time, a tear fell on the petals that were born from blood.

Perhaps that tear contained too much reluctance, and it was as bitter as her who was expelled from the territory.

The branches and leaves spread, and the flower demon, who was already a fifth level at that time, reached out and touched his cheek in a sea of ​​blood.

For eternity, forever and ever.

Compared to others, Aunt Hua knows too well what Uncle Chen wants.

It's just that he is unwilling to give up.

It's just that he still cares about the millions of beastmen.

She looked up at Jiuqing, "If you don't agree, we can support other tribes. After all, the Silver Moon Wolf Tribe is also short of people now."

Jiuqing's face sank, and he gritted his teeth, "Deal."

"Then let's sign the contract." Unlike his attitude towards Mu Wanwan, Uncle Chen did not hesitate at all.

Jiuqing did not hesitate either. She was indecisive for decades, and she wasted almost all her ignorant years because of her ignorance. Looking back, she was left with only desolation.

Ao Xue was beaten to a cripple by her, with only one breath left to hold on to the dragon clan. Bai Shuiyao's cultivation was also destroyed by her and he was sent back to Mu Shan's territory.

Although she found out that Mu Shan had been deprived of his position more than a month ago, the "loving" father and daughter will definitely get along well.

Putting aside the fact that Uncle Chen and Jiu Qing formed an alliance and prepared to join forces to seize power in the demon clan, Mu Wanwan has lived with Mr. Long on the seabed for two days.

Every day, Mr. Long would take out a fixed time to go out to patrol the territory and look for food.

Mu Wanwan worked hard to refine pills.

After she woke up this time, her strength had reached the third level of perfection, and she only needed a little understanding to break through to the fourth level.

Not only did the wood spiritual power in her dantian become more abundant, but some changes also took place in her sea of ​​consciousness.

It seemed that once she broke through, she would gain some new skills.

In addition to the improvement of her cultivation, her speed in cultivating spiritual plants and refining pills was also faster.

In the beginning, it took a lot of spiritual power to cultivate a first-level green star grass seed, but now it only takes a little to cultivate a second-level spiritual grass. Although the road in between was very difficult, it didn't seem so hard after reaching it.

Ningxue's cultivation was a little more troublesome, but after she advanced, she had no shortage of spiritual stones, and the refining process was also very smooth.

Before escaping, when Mu Wanwan was tidying up the mustard seed space, she found a lot of scattered seeds from the corners, as well as some pill recipes, which were much more precious than what her uncle had given her before.

There were two kinds of elixirs that she liked.

One was the Soul-Fixing Pill, and the other was the Demon-Exorcising Pill.

The quality of both pills was very poor, the Soul-Fixing Pill was second-grade, and the Demon-Exorcising Pill was first-grade.

The quality and quality of the seeds also varied. The Soul-Fixing Pill was better. In addition to the main spiritual plants, she found the remaining spiritual plants. But the quantity was very small.

According to the description of the pill recipe, it could nourish the sea of ​​consciousness.

Mu Wanwan has been in this world for a long time. She vaguely guessed that in addition to spiritual power, there is also such a thing as consciousness.

But before that, she had not touched the threshold of the fourth level, and no one reminded her, so she did not think about it.

But now the recipe is in front of her, a new pill that can help Mr. Long recover his strength is in front of her, she must do it.

As for the demon-repelling pill, according to the recipe, it can drive away the remaining demonic energy in the body and reduce the curse to a certain extent. But she didn't have the seeds in her hand, so she couldn't do it for the time being.

Having made up her mind, Mu Wanwan took out all the spiritual plants that she had cultivated and arranged before Mr. Long came back, and waved to Mengmeng, who had become a little rounder, "Mengmeng, come here."

"Chiu?"

The big fat Maojiu jumped over.

Mu Wanwan took out a new alchemy furnace, picked up the empty crystal used to hold the alchemy fire and placed it on the ground, pointed, and then rubbed Maojiu's head, "Fire."

"Chiu!"

As soon as she made this move, Mengmeng understood, and it tried to chirp a few times, then turned a few times with force, spraying small flames into the crystal several times, until it was exhausted and collapsed on the ground, motionless, like a large undulating white blanket.

Mu Wanwan used her spiritual power to control the crystal, put it into the alchemy furnace, and took out some first-level pills that she had refined before and placed them next to Mengmeng as a reward.

The alchemy furnace that her uncle had given her before was indeed for novices. After it accidentally went out the night before and stained her cheeks with black ash, she was ordered by a certain dragon not to use it again.

He jumped to a better alchemy furnace that was not complicated to operate, then grabbed Maoju and sprayed the fire for half the night, and awkwardly stuffed it into her hand.

The rough fingertips stroked her cheeks, and after just two strokes, Mu Wanwan's face turned as red as a certain dragon's.

Thinking of Mr. Long who was out, her heart softened a little, and she began to refine the Gu Shen Pill according to the alchemy method she had figured out before.

However, the second-level pills were very smooth to refine, and soon Mu Wanwan refined the first batch of three pills.

The lavender pills floated in the air. Compared with the first pills she refined, they were round and the color was very uniform.

She should have put the pills back into the jade bottle as usual, but she didn't know what she was thinking. She felt the medicinal power emanating from the pills and felt that it was very similar to the Ningxue Pill. She picked up a third-level Ningxue that she had cultivated before, and wrapped the petals with spiritual power. In an instant, the petals turned into a ball of liquid medicine.

Can it be fused?

Mu Wanwan's spirit was highly focused, and her spiritual power was four points. She just controlled the contact between the pill and the liquid medicine, and she felt a splitting headache. She gritted her teeth and persisted. Just when she thought she was about to fail, a burst of coolness came from the hairpin on her head.

The spirit platform was instantly clear, and Mu Wanwan's heart, which was a little impatient because of the pain, gradually calmed down.

She only felt that the whole world seemed to be left with only the three pills and the Ningxue medicine ball in front of her, and her full of love for Mr. Long to eat new pills.

The hairpin on her head gradually broke into pieces and fell to the ground, startling Mao Jiu and jumping up.

Parts with the same medicinal effect were fused, and different impurities were removed. She seemed to be carrying out a complicated process. The room gradually filled with fragrance, and the three pills in the furnace gradually merged and became one.

Mao Jiu looked at the pill furnace with greedy eyes, but the sound of water gradually came to his ears.

Mr. Long was holding the freshest part of the newly hunted third-level fish in his hand. As soon as he stepped into the cave, he smelled a unique fragrance that only belonged to the fourth-level pill.

In just a moment, he felt that his consciousness, which had been forced to be supported, was much relieved.

Mr. Long pursed his lips, and before he could even wash and change clothes, the fish in his hand fell to the ground. His eyes were filled with a rather dark haze -

she was only at the third level, but she wanted to refine a fourth-level pill. Even if she was extremely talented, she would have to upgrade the pill. If there was any mistake, it would cause a certain degree of damage to her body and soul.

Moreover, he could smell the smell of the Soul-Fixing Pill he used to eat in the air.

Madam was still unconscious, so it was obvious who the pill was for.

Sweetness and guilt surged up, and he was worried about disturbing her. Mr. Long only dared to walk to the door of the room fiercely, and then carefully restrained his breath, staring at her closely with his ink-black eyes.