Chapter 169 Ten Suns in the Sky
Taiyi suddenly closed his eyes to sense the surrounding aura, and confidently threw the Donghuang Bell into an open space. Kunpeng immediately put his hands together, and the Xuanming True Qi froze the place where Donghuang had attacked.
He immediately tore through this space and fled...
That's terrifying, absolutely terrifying! One of him could take on ten of those Eastern Emperors from before?!
Luo Hou, what nonsense are you talking about? He would have a hard time even fighting two Donghuangs. He hasn't become a saint yet. Even if he is a primordial god or demon, he is only a quasi-saint. Not every primordial god or demon is as abnormal as you and Hongjun. A quasi-saint can try to challenge a saint.
Yang Mei fled in panic to the wilderness, just in time to see two people walking towards him. Yang Mei immediately hid in a willow tree by the roadside, disguising himself as an unintelligent willow tree swaying in the wind.
"Demon Emperor, during this inspection of the prehistoric world, the territory of the Wu Clan has shrunk further. Should we maintain the previous arrangements or make other changes to our strategy towards the Wu Clan?" Fuxi looked at the vast territory belonging to the Heavenly Court, and a sense of pride welled up within him. He had helped them conquer this territory step by step.
Di Jun smiled meaningfully, "Startling the enemy is a bad strategy. The best strategy is to kill them quietly and without making a sound."
Wait, the purple aura emanating from the person at the head, the one called the Demon Emperor…
Yang Mei noticed that this one was even more similar. This demon emperor had a purple aura that condensed and did not dissipate, which resembled the primordial purple aura but was not quite the same. This was especially similar to the person from the Chaos Realm.
While Yang Mei was in the chaos, other gods and demons were fighting desperately, and he, hiding in the shadows, naturally observed everything clearly.
But then, Yang Mei noticed the people behind the Demon Emperor. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets—they were all Quasi-Saints. He counted the Quasi-Saints following behind the one called the Demon Emperor: one, two, three…
There were twenty-four of them! And they were all in a submissive posture.
What if the Demon Emperor gives an order...?
Yang Mei felt a cold sweat trickle down her forehead. Imagining herself being ganged up on, she shuddered. "Luo Hou, you almost killed me."
Yang Mei conservatively estimates that this Demon Emperor could take on five opponents at once.
But he really couldn't withstand so many quasi-saints attacking at once, and the Eastern Emperor he had seen before was even more troublesome; the difference between him and that Eastern Emperor wasn't that great.
Yang Mei was extremely unwilling. If the difference in strength were vast, it would be one thing, but he was clearly much stronger and had a good chance of reclaiming his Primordial Purple Qi...
Unwilling to give up, Yang Mei did not return to the Ruins. He stayed in the Primordial World to gather information and observe the situation, while secretly planning to make his move immediately if the Demon Emperor was alone or had only one or two Quasi-Saints by his side.
However, after the blunder of Chang Hao's disguised assassination attempt last time, Di Jun was very afraid that someone would try to assassinate him again, and his affiliated tribes were also very afraid that Di Jun would die.
Di Jun was a member of the demon race. With his death, the vast demon race immediately collapsed. They had already staked everything on the demon race, and there was no way they could escape unscathed.
Therefore, the protection around Di Jun was watertight, and only a sage could personally intervene to make a breakthrough.
Yang Mei's face showed bitterness. How afraid of death was this Demon Emperor? He was constantly surrounded by ten Quasi-Saints, one of whom was at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm...
Having nowhere else to turn, Yang Mei finally set his sights on the Wu Clan, intending to use them as a tool to kill. He believed that as long as he could weaken the Demon Clan's quasi-saint army, he could succeed.
How could they drive Dijun mad? Drive him to recklessly wage war against the Witch Clan? Yang Mei pondered, her gaze fixed on the child in the sky…
The Golden Crow's Sky Patrol is on track, and the little Golden Crows have already coordinated who should fly when. Tang Valley has two Quasi-Saints protecting it, so logically, no one would be shameless enough to lay a hand on the little brats.
However, they encountered innate gods and demons who had no moral boundaries whatsoever...
"Little Ten, you've really worked hard," Little Nine said, rolling her round body around on the ground. "How many times have you flown in these ten days?"
“This is the fifth time,” Xiao Qi said, her eyes fixed on the sky. “Xiao Shi flies so well. You wouldn’t guess that Xiao Shi, who can stumble when walking, is such a good flyer.”
“Don’t bully Xiao Shi,” Xiao Yi said, showing his brotherly love even in the most critical moments. “Xiao Shi has flown for the fifth time. Once we each let Xiao Shi fly for us once, we can’t do this anymore. Xiao Shi’s seclusion wasn’t his own idea.”
"Oh well, flying is so boring." Xiao Si sprawled on the ground, looking utterly hopeless.
"Since you're bored, why don't you fly up to the sky and keep Xiao Shi company?" Yang Mei, who had trapped Bi Fang and Kun Peng elsewhere and was disguised as Bi Fang, was enticing the little golden crows to amplify their inner desires.
He had already concealed the secrets of heaven, and by the time the demon court discovered it, the matter was already settled.
Several little golden crows looked tempted, but Xiao Yi said sternly, "No way, have you forgotten? Xiao Shi said that if we go to heaven together, we'll roast the humans created by Goddess Nuwa into dried meat. Goddess Nuwa will be angry."
“Oh right.” Xiao Jiu’s face fell. “Let’s forget about it.”
"Don't worry, with Bifang here, the high temperature will be naturally isolated, it's fine." Yang Mei was very impatient. His skills were limited, and if he delayed any longer, the people of the Demon Court would find out.
"Have you never had a time to soar through the skies together?" Yang Mei almost couldn't resist kicking these kids into the sky.
"My mother took us on a carriage trip, but that was a long time ago," the waiter recalled, feigning maturity. "It's been a long time since I've experienced that."
"That's it! If we don't unleash the True Fire of the Sun, everything will be fine, right?" Xiao Qi suddenly had a brilliant idea.
"Let's go, Seventh Brother is so smart, let's go keep Tenth company." Little Nine was extremely excited. He had never experienced the feeling of flying freely with his brothers before, it must be a lot of fun.
Yang Mei was furious. If you don't unleash the True Fire of the Sun and cause irreparable serious consequences, why would any fool from the Witch Clan come to shoot you?
Forget it, he'll help the little golden crows release their solar fire once they've ascended to the heavens. After all, they're still young, and it's common for others to think they can't be controlled.
As for the karma he had created? At this moment, Yang Mei couldn't care less about that; all he could think about was reclaiming the Purple Qi.
"Xiao Shi, Xiao Shi, your brothers are here to find you..." Xiao Jiu chased after Xiao Shi with all his might.
"Today, your brothers will fly with you..."
Xiao Shi turned his head and dared not close his eyes. "My Lord, help... Hou Yi is going to shoot down the suns..."
Xiao Shi hoped this was just his imagination, but it wasn't. Despite his repeated warnings, he still couldn't protect himself from these troublesome brothers.
Hou Yi noticed the ground temperature rising rapidly, the river water evaporating quickly, and the vegetation withering. He immediately looked up and saw ten suns in the sky. Hou Yi, who had long harbored resentment over Kuafu's death, didn't hesitate to draw his bow and nock an arrow, "Hit..."
Xiao Shi, now a tiny child, barely managed to hold the gourd. "My darling, please turn around..." The Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife collided with the Sun-Shooting Sword, piercing through it and continuing its flight towards Hou Yi...
A thick fog rose from the surrounding area. Yang Mei sensed something was wrong. He knew he couldn't possibly have created this situation on his own. Seeing the danger, he immediately fled, but alas, he was doomed...
No matter how much Rahu's demonic energy affected him, it was no match for Yangmei's instinctive fear of death.
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