The negotiation table is like the eucalyptus board of the court chef.
Blood was spurting out.
It is enough to make those who don't know the truth salivate.
But in the eyes of the demon saints, it was an extremely horrifying scene.
The demon race used to have seven great saints.
Now there are only three.
No one had expected that the human race, whose combat power was obviously weaker than that of the demon race, could actually achieve such a great victory.
The Phoenix Girl and two human saints with strange magical powers held back the three most powerful demon saints and released the mad dog Ying Wuji to reap the harvest with impunity.
"monkey!"
The golden-winged Roc's voice was a little hoarse.
The red-butted monkey looked a little bitter: "Tiger only managed to get one demon pill, the lion is gone, and Niuzi was seriously injured and escaped, and he will never be able to stand up again in this life. The worm's internal organs were dug out and are hanging on the military flag."
At first, he was determined to fight with the Phoenix Girl.
But later, they found that no one could do anything to anyone, so they could only slowly stop and stop breaking the rules. However, it would be embarrassing to stop fighting completely, so they could only do nothing to maintain their dignity and take time to observe the results of battles in other battlefields.
But the more I observed, the more anxious I became.
Then the Phoenix Girl told him not to be anxious.
Can't break free.
Can't escape.
Upon hearing this result, the other two demon saints fell silent.
The Golden Winged Dapeng gritted his teeth and asked, "Where are those demon kings?"
The red-butted monkey said in a deep voice: "Ten demon kings died! Thirty-six great demons died."
"Ten..."
The three demon saints were silent. Although they felt heartbroken, it was still within the acceptable range. The demon tribe had no shortage of experts, and the decapitation operation could still be carried out.
Ying Wuji was not stupid. He knew that if he delayed any further, once the Confucian Saint and the Mo Saint died, the two cities would be lost.
"Everyone!"
Ying Wuji held his chin and said, "Have you thought it through? Do you want to withdraw your troops?"
The three saints looked solemn.
The situation now is very embarrassing.
The reason why they dared to lead their troops to attack the human race was because they had overwhelming numbers of troops, overwhelming numbers of cannon fodder, and overwhelming numbers of experts.
There was some unrest among the cannon fodder group some time ago.
Now that they have been targeted and slaughtered by Ying Wuji, they must be in a state of panic.
Those ethnic groups that have been severely damaged will definitely not continue to participate in the war.
Those who have not been hit hard are worried that they will be the next to be hit hard, and it has become a foregone conclusion that everyone will return to their own homes.
Until their tribe recovers and they forget this pain, it is basically impossible for them to return to the battlefield.
Therefore, the only ones they can rely on now are the big demon and the demon king.
These high-end combat forces do care about their own ethnic groups, but they also want to enslave the human race and achieve greater breakthroughs.
Even now, the chances of winning are still extremely high.
The only ugly thing is that the cannon fodder and the master originally walked on two legs, but now one of them is broken.
It's very uncomfortable.
So they are very conflicted.
But the red-butted monkey raised his head and looked Ying Wuji up and down: "Just now you... must have burned up a lot of life, right?"
"how?"
Ying Wuji raised his eyebrows: "Are you trying to say that I don't have much life left to burn? You can definitely drag me to death?"
The red-butted monkey smiled and said nothing.
A trace of anger flashed in Ying Wuji's eyes: "Then let's give it a try! I also want to see, who will die faster if you destroy your own essence, or if I die faster if I overdraw my lifespan!"
"Oh……"
The red-butted monkey sneered, and his face, which had originally looked quite kind, was now filled with violent emotions.
He has always been a wise man among the demons.
Even though the other two great saints often competed with him, they would listen to his advice on some major issues.
This action was almost entirely initiated by him, but it was ultimately manipulated by Ying Wuji.
He doesn't accept this result!
He stood up and said, "Then let's give it a try! If we don't have the physique of a demon fairy, we don't have many years left. We have reasons to take down the human race in the Central Plains. Of course, I hope you can think about it again, whether you want to become a short-lived ancestor or a powerful demon saint."
The Golden-Winged Dapeng and the Sea-Covering Demonic Dragon also stood up.
This is true, their pain point is indeed their lifespan.
The demon race is not like the human race.
As long as humans live a prosperous life, they can live to sixty or seventy years old even if they don't practice cultivation.
This is not the case with the demon race. Their lifespan is linked to their cultivation. Without cultivation, they are no different from ordinary livestock.
The three of them have cultivated to this level, spending almost half of their time in cultivation. Every time they cultivate, they are racing against their lifespan. They have finally reached this level and are already the top of the demon clan, but they can't find a way to break through to a higher level.
in this way.
How can I be willing?
The same is true for other demon kings.
It's a pity that Ying Wuji is adamant. He has obviously mastered the art of reincarnation and everyone will praise him. Even if the human race cannot be independent, it is impossible for them to become a small tribe that can be bullied by others. But he just sticks to his own opinion.
Is the ancestral realm so fragrant?
Since he is so stubborn, let's wait and see how many more years he can last!
This time the demon clan lost.
But in the future, for quite a long time, the human race will not have such disgusting and evil things as the Confucian Sages and the Mohist Sages.
Ying Wuji was exhausted to death.
Everything is easy.
The three demon saints looked at the Phoenix Girl and said, "What are you standing there for? Why don't you send us out right now? Are you planning to fight us to the death inside Kunpeng's corpse?"
The Phoenix Girl smiled indifferently: "Don't you really consider establishing a demon country and making it a vassal of the human race in the Central Plains? This is obviously the option with the greatest hope and the least loss. Why do you have to solve it through war?"
"Be a vassal of the human race in the Central Plains?"
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