The King of All Monsters.
At that time, the people from the major sects had not yet recovered from the shock of their demonic energy being repelled by the Bagua Formation, and when they heard the girl's brief call, they were instantly frightened again.
"Is this the Myriad Demon King?!" the Red Plum Sect elder exclaimed, his tone filled with disbelief. "But doesn't it take the Myriad Demon King thousands of years to cultivate into a ghostly form? How could this thing be here?"
They have always believed that the King of Ten Thousand Demons was just a record in ancient books and did not really exist.
Moreover, "Doesn't every Xuanzong clan leader enter the ancient tower once to eliminate evil spirits? How could this thing be allowed to grow?" The people from other sects seemed a little indignant, as if they had been deceived.
Upon hearing this, the Xuanzong elders were furious.
"Damn it, you talk as if our Xuanzong owes you something. Our clan leader was only fifteen years old when he entered the tower. Fifteen years old, you beasts!" An elder grabbed the person who made the accusation. The man whose eyes didn't even turn red after the fierce battle just now, now had bloodshot eyes and looked like he wanted to eat people.
The man was also frightened by this and apologized haltingly, "Yes, I'm sorry, I just spoke too quickly."
Nan Xu walked over and pulled the man away, then spoke coldly to the others, "Back then, our clan leader was entrusted with a mission in a time of crisis. He had just reached the fifth rank when he entered the tower alone. He narrowly escaped death and was only saved by the Wu family. Is it strange that he didn't destroy the Myriad Demon King?"
Hearing the sound, everyone remembered that the Xuanzong clan leader almost died more than ten years ago. Thinking that only more than ten years had passed, the other party exploded and died in the battle, they sighed in their hearts.
During the brief conversation between the few people, a low, muffled laugh suddenly came from the King of Ten Thousand Demons, who seemed to be in a dormant state like a small mountain.
"Haha, you're talking about that delicate little girl, right?" The other person's voice was indistinguishable between male and female, as if dozens of voices were speaking simultaneously. It sounded very strange. The content of its words caught everyone's attention. "Hey, that girl is really a formidable one. Her martial arts foundation is still shallow, but her Xuanmen magic is a mastery. If I hadn't lived long enough, I'd probably be defeated by her. Why didn't I see her today? I really want to see her again."
It speaks in a meticulous manner, like an ancient scholar, and it can be seen that the ontological consciousness has indeed survived for a long time.
However, no one answered the last question.
"Hmm?" The Monster King, whose intelligence had long surpassed that of humans, immediately reacted and laughed even more cheerfully, "She's dead? Haha, they say beauty is short-lived, and heroes die young. It's true. What a pity! If she were still here, perhaps you could still fight me. Now that she's gone, you're nothing but ants."
After saying that, it opened its mouth and yawned deeply.
Everyone saw countless souls and evil faces in the gaps between the skulls, and they were so crowded that they almost had a claustrophobia attack.
But since there was no way to retreat, no one gave in.
"Humph, it's just a newly formed monster. Don't boast here. We can chop you into eight or ten pieces."
Unfortunately, when these words fell into the other party's ears, they only earned him louder ridicule.
"Hahaha, you bunch of foolish humans, if you had read more books you wouldn't have made such a low-level mistake in front of me. I've practiced for thousands of years, and my consciousness is as old as this ancient pagoda. Do you think I'm a newly formed demon?"
When everyone heard this, their hearts skipped a beat.
"You have just taken shape, so how could the successive Xuanzong clan leaders let you go?" someone couldn't help but ask.
The Myriad Demon King seemed to have not spoken to anyone in ages, and being in a good mood, he spoke freely, "Haha, that's because those less powerful fellows have never found me. Usually, when they reach the sixteenth floor, they just lash out at the demonic energy, and by the time they've completely eliminated it, they're already exhausted, so how could they possibly see me?"
Having said this, he paused and said with some nostalgia, "But that little girl last time was very powerful. She was able to force out my true form, break the magic circle I improved, and even exchanged a few moves with me. She was the only one who knew of my existence."
What?
Everyone was almost stunned when they heard this.
Since the ancient tower existed, Xuanzong was born right after it. It has been guarding here for thousands of years, and dozens of clan leaders have passed through it.
However, these extraordinary geniuses chosen by destiny had no idea of the existence of the King of Ten Thousand Demons.
Except for the previous patriarch Ye Lan.
"Tsk tsk, what a pity! I was thinking of sending a few spirits to greet the little girl first and let her come to me, but I didn't expect her to be dead. But you humans always like to fight among yourselves. A being as powerful as her will be eliminated by you sooner or later."
The King of Ten Thousand Demons' speculation directly hit the nail on the head for everyone present.
you do not say.
Many disputes and internal strife in recent years were caused by Ye Lan who appeared in Emperor Xuanzong's reign.
She is too powerful and almost perfect. Almost all the invitations sent to big figures in the ancient martial arts world put her at the top of the list. How can other sects accept this?
So some people secretly made small moves behind the scenes, deliberately provoking wars, and depleting Ye Lan's strength again and again. Even today, when facing the King of Ten Thousand Demons, the people from other sects began to regret getting rid of Ye Lan.
The lips and teeth are interdependent. Now that Ye Lan is gone, they are afraid they won’t live long.
Thinking of this, Xuanzong and his men all smiled sarcastically, especially Nan Xu, who was even more glad that this happened, as it made these greedy guys suffer the consequences of their own actions.
"Elder Nan, what should we do now?" People from other sects were in a panic, and some subconsciously asked Nan Xu for help.
Nan Xu's face remained calm as he looked towards the Myriad Demon King in the middle. "You've told us so much, so you probably don't want to kill us. So what do you want to do?"
With such a huge disparity in strength, if the other party wanted to take action, they would have been left with corpses all over the ground.
It is now clear that the other party has other intentions.
"Haha, these people at the foot of my mountain are still smarter." The Myriad Demon King praised with satisfaction, and the holes on his body all smiled, looking very creepy. Then he said in a vague voice: "Since that little girl is dead, I believe your Xuan Sect is no longer useful. Resisting me is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. Why not submit to me and accept me as your new master? There will still be a place for you in the ancient martial arts world in the future, okay?"
At this moment, it finally revealed its true purpose, or perhaps it was a sudden change of mind.
Originally, it wanted to corrode the entire ancient martial arts world as soon as it went out, filling it with demonic energy to create a sinkhole for it to continue growing.
But it was really too boring to live alone for thousands of years. The feeling of talking to people like this was particularly wonderful, which made it change its original intention and think that it might be a good idea to replace the little girl as the patriarch.
The idea that it is superior to the human brain is beyond doubt.
But in reality, Nan Xu spat on the ground without a second thought, "Want to be our clan leader? Dream on!"
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