Chapter 149 Realm Squad
The Southern Border Team discussed it and decided to casually search for the remaining fragments while simultaneously looking for the Demon Realm Team.
If you can find the fragments, then go find them; if you can't find the fragments, then go and steal from the Demon Realm.
Xiu Yan, with a green grass ring around his head, stood on a tree branch and looked into the distance. "Enemy activity detected! There's movement in the west. There's a dark mass that looks like demonic energy."
"Walk!"
What we're looking for is demonic energy.
The Southern Border Squad made a rustling sound as they crept westward. Lin Yujin pulled out a sack, grabbed a handful, and began distributing the talismans.
"There's plenty, smash as much as you want."
He Weiyu asked in surprise, "Where did you get so many talismans? Aren't we not allowed to bring them?"
Did you grab the Demon Realm Elder by the neck and get it approved?
Lin Yujin puffed out her chest, "While you guys were sleeping like logs, grinding your teeth, farting, snoring, talking in your sleep, and howling like ghosts, I was working tirelessly through the night for the collective honor of the team!"
My friend: "..." Forget it.
These talismans were clearly drawn by Bai Ziye.
He spoke as if he didn't drool in his sleep, then let out two eerie laughs and called out "Junior Sister."
His friends each gave him a tap with a hammer, and then he touchedly shook hands with Su Qingliu, Bai Ziye, and Jiang Xianwan.
"Senior Brother Su, Junior Brother Bai, Junior Sister Jiang, you've worked hard."
"It's so good to have you all."
"Good brothers (good sisters), for life!"
Lin Yujin: "..." After seeing it in their eyes, I can confirm that neither the Tianqing Sect nor the Daoming Sect are human!
The Southern Border Squad, playfully bickering, soon found a patch of lush, slightly concave grassland.
This is an excellent location; the vegetation and vines in front of it act as a natural barrier, blocking the view.
Jiang Xianwan casually plucked a flower and stuffed it into her mouth. "Why does it still have a demonic aura?"
Xiu Yan: "Why do I feel there are still fluctuations of spiritual energy?"
They exchanged a glance and whispered in unison, "Domain Squad!"
Indeed, parting the vines, the open space ahead revealed the Boundary Squad, which was facing serious internal problems.
Compared to the other two realms and two domains, this realm is a complete mixed bag, containing both humans and demons.
The former World Emperor was a human.
Legend has it that the Realm Emperor is warlike and ruthless in killing, cultivating both the two paths, making him a living Yama.
They are ruthless and will kill without batting an eye if they disagree with someone.
Wherever it goes, it leaves no living creature behind.
They're either fighting or on their way to fight all day long.
He frantically carved out territories in two realms and two domains, establishing a domain that attracted countless humans, demons, and monsters to frenziedly follow him.
The realm is a mix of humans, demons, and monsters, and friction between the three races is inevitable.
They open their eyes and get to work (of course, maybe they just want to get closer to their emperor), run to the altar, and start tearing things apart and babbling away.
Every day, the Emperor of the Realm hears them quacking like a million ducks, complaining about each other. Whoever comes, the Emperor will tirelessly give them a good beating.
After the beating, they weren't tied to the boundary marker in the center of the altar to bask in the sun and moon.
He would sit high in the thirty-three halls, letting those troublemakers, demons, and monsters hold hands and sing and dance joyfully on the altar.
And it was broadcast to all demons and monsters in the realm.
But this still couldn't stop the three clever tribes.
They huddled together, chattering away for days, and finally came up with what they considered a particularly good, shameless solution.
Cover your face before you go to complain.
The World Emperor glanced at the scene of people wrestling and yelling, a dark mass... then turned and left.
From then on, an ironclad rule quickly spread throughout the realm: if they covered their faces, the emperor would not be willing to beat them anymore.
If you hold hands and dance around the boundary marker, you can leave behind the emperor's footprints.
Gradually, a uniform style of black robes with array patterns emerged, covering everything from head to toe.
I must say, it sounds quite interesting.
The tradition of wearing a loincloth has been preserved to this day.
However, there is another, simpler and more direct way of saying it.
The Realm Emperor always wore a mask, never revealing his true face. The humans, demons, and monsters below thought their Emperor was incredibly cool and handsome, and they all rushed to imitate him.
Of course, these are just hearsay, and the truth cannot be verified.
It's true that cultivators from different realms follow crazy paths, obviously because their emperor is crazy and arrogant.
It can be said that the three races are all crazy, and the emperor is rampant in one region. They are all violent, warlike, and foul-mouthed individuals who have been strongly influenced by the World Emperor.
Although the Realm was a rising star with chaotic racial development, it developed rapidly in just a few years, becoming even more terrifying than the Central Plains at that time.
Internally, the three races fought each other to the death; externally, they cursed and swore, swarming out to chase and beat others.
They can even... chase them onto their own territory to fight.
The mere mention of the boundary realm caused all cultivators to turn pale and weep.
The good times didn't last long. The Realm Emperor wanted to fight against the two realms and two domains, and the Central Continent interfered.
Following the great battle in the Void Ancient Realm, all the supreme beings of the various forces perished, leading to disintegration and endless warfare.
The three kings of the realm obediently focused on their own territories, ignoring everything else.
A human, a demon, and a monster have been fighting for the throne for three hundred years, and things remain the same.
The team in front of us, fighting against the alien beasts while also ambushing their own teammates, was none other than a realm squad consisting of four humans, four demons, and four monsters.
As expected of someone universally acknowledged as having a problem in the Xuan Gu Continent, whether their eyes are open or closed, they attack indiscriminately.
Look at him, while killing the alien beasts, he didn't forget to rip off his teammates' clothes before attacking and biting them, his attack power was off the charts.
They eliminated two of their own...
The Southern Border Squad squatted behind the vines, eating sunflower seeds, and shook their heads as they watched.
Xiu Yan said with some sadness, "I feel that fighting with them will affect my already limited intelligence."
Lin Yujin strongly agreed, saying, "I feel like I'll catch their illness if I watch them for even a second longer."
He Weiyu: "They can get themselves kicked out of the game."
A group of friends were pointing and chatting animatedly at the Boundary Squad, unaware that a chubby paw had quietly slipped into the sunflower seed bowl.
The sounds of bombing, sonic booms, roars of strange beasts, and shouts of cursing filled the air, leaving onlookers sighing and listeners marveling.
The boy with huge, jet-black wings swung the strange beast away with one hand, put his hands on his hips, turned his head and cursed, "You little bitch! I'll fucking fuck you, you shameless dog, you try hitting my wings again!"
Yue Li chuckled coldly, flicking a ball of spiritual energy at the demon youth's feet, grazing the beast. "My father's long dead, you'd better get in your coffin and fuck me! If I don't, you're my grandson!"
He then turned to another boy who exuded demonic energy, cursing and swearing, "You little devils! Are you keeping your eyes open to vent your anger, or are they being sat on by big butts!"
Miyin kicked over a strange beast, acting arrogantly, and proudly raised her chin, "Wasn't that a good shot? I'm going to hit you!"
Before the words were finished, a pair of jet-black wings clamped tightly onto his face, earnestly asking the victim, "Is it really that accurate?"
"Shui Lian! I'll curse your ancestors!" He spat out a hair, jumping up and down in anger, "Pah! You molting dead bird! You're filthy!"
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