Chapter 422 I’m Su Mang!

Yuanzhou City.

In the past, Yuanzhou City was rich, prosperous, and lively. Vendors went north and south, and it was very lively. Countless people lived and worked here in seclusion and enjoyed the beauty of the oasis.

Nowadays, there are broken walls everywhere in the city. The battle has destroyed everything in this city, and the creatures fled, leaving only the flames of war.

Santo’s mansion.

More than a dozen high-level members of the Qiselu clan are sitting here, all of them are extremely serious, and their vitality is greatly injured by the battle with the secret door.

Even the ancestor of the clan, who was in the hands of the Lord of Darkness, was inadvertently struggling, was injured, and has not fully recovered yet.

Invisibly, dark clouds covered the entire Qi-color deer clan, and their faces were full of gloom.

“How is the connection!”

An old man with white beard and hair on the main seat asked in a deep voice.

Under his command, everyone was taken aback, and then a look of disappointment appeared in their eyes, but everyone did not dare to speak, for fear of touching the old man’s mold.

“We are also a monster race, why don’t the demon court care, why don’t you care!”

Fire in the eyes of the old man.

They contacted the Demon Court and wanted the three-legged Golden Crow to take action. Otherwise, the Seven-Colored Deer Clan alone would not be able to withstand the invasion of the hidden door.

This is because the Lord of Darkness hasn’t officially made a move. Once it does, I am afraid that the entire Seven Colored Deer clan will fall apart at an extremely fast speed.

“Demon Court, why do you want to make a move.”

A figure slowly appeared in the hall.

It was Su Mang, the black gold emperor robe was floating, the heroic spirit between the eyebrows was pressing, and the terrifying aura that loomed inside the body was faintly faint and frightening.

“Who!”

“Who are you, dare to break into the capital of my Nine-Colored Deer Clan!”

“Bold, in matters of the monster race, you are a human race, what right do you have to intervene!”

In the hall, the senior officials of the Qiselu clan stood up and shouted, but everyone dared to do it, and they all smelled a terrible breath from Su Mang’s body.

Su Mang smiled slightly, but didn’t care. He was really uncomfortable looking at the house full of humanoid monsters.

In fact, many monster races, such as Kuangtian, mostly transform into human life. This is more conducive to survival in this world, but the few sacred beasts around Su Mang have always been the main body.

This body cultivator line can better follow the power of the bloodline, of course, each has its own advantages.

“I can’t manage the affairs of the monster race, but I can manage the monster court.”

Su Mang said lightly.

As soon as these words came out, the senior officials of the Qiselu clan glared. What kind of nonsense is this, is it that the demon clan and the demon court are still different? Can’t they be mixed together?

“Why are you!”

A man shouted angrily.

Su Mang’s eyes looked like a sharp knife. He glanced at him and said with a sneer: “Only I am Su Mang!”

“You are Su Mang, what about you, you are Su Mang, you…”

“What, you are Su Mang, the lord of Beiming Palace?!”

The man was full of disdain, but suddenly he was startled, like a bolt from a blue sky, looking at Su Mang in horror.

Not only him, but in the entire hall, all the powerhouses of the Qiselu clan all got up one after another, staring at Su Mang’s eyes, full of shock.

Su Mang!

The shadow of the famous tree of man, looking at the world, who does not know who does not know?

“I… have no intention of offending the tyrant!”

The man who scolded Su Mang quickly cupped fist and apologized in a panic.

“Your tyrant, please come to your seat.”

The old man with white beard and hair quickly invited Su Mang to the main seat.

Don’t say it’s him, even the ancestor of the clan is here, and he doesn’t dare to call himself Gao Sumang, this is a terrible existence that can fight Zong Zheng undefeated.

In addition, there have long been rumors in the world that Su Mang’s strength has gone further.

Su Mang did not refuse, and sat in the main seat. The members of the Qi-Selu clan below were all trembling, not daring to sit down, and squeezed at Su Mang.

“If you want to get something, you have to pay. There is no free lunch in this world.”

Su Mang looked around and spoke lightly.

Everyone was taken aback, not understanding what Su Mang meant.

“I know something about the Seven-Colored Deer Clan. For example, when the Demon Court was established, the three-legged Golden Crow, as the ancestor of ten thousand demons, had an empty name at the time.”

“You, the Qiselu clan, did not defect, and did not even have verbal support.”

“Nowadays, the Demon Court is gradually growing and can control the situation in the world a little bit. Now, you have suffered disasters yourself, but you think of the Demon Court.”

“Let me ask, is it ridiculous?”



Su Mang’s words made everyone’s expressions drastically changed.

At the beginning, the Demon Court was first established, not to mention the Seven Colored Deer clan, most of the demon clan did not take it to heart, but on the surface they also verbally supported it.

After all, the ancestor of ten thousand demons has a great influence.

But no one paid much attention to this demon court. After all, the three-legged Golden Crow was too weak at the time, so Qiselu simply ignored it. Now Karma is here.

“I… we are ashamed.”

The old man bowed his head and sighed silently.

What can he say?

Now, it’s too late to say anything, he can’t cross the long river of years, go back to the past, support the demon court, this is not realistic.

“Where is the ancestor in your clan.”

Su Mang did not continue this topic, but changed the subject.

After a while, in a secluded courtyard in the city, Su Mang saw the ancestor of the Qiselu family. He was a middle-aged man with a magnificent appearance, but his complexion was a little bad.

He was injured and has not recovered.

Even a faint black mist was wrapped around his body, exuding an amazing breath.

“Old Deer Peak, I have seen a tyrant.”

The old man smiled heartily, very polite.

The two of them sat down in the courtyard. On a stone bench next to a bamboo forest, a pot of tea exuding a refreshing breath was slowly rising in heat.

“This is the unique tea of ​​my Qiselu clan. Although it is not as good as some treasures, it has a different taste. The tyrant will taste it and see if it fits the mouth.”

Su Mang didn’t pretend, and took a sip of the tea.

In an instant, his eyes lit up.

There is a hint of vitality in this tea, which nourishes his whole body. Although it is a bit weak, it is real.

If it is often given to the strong below the fairy road, it will definitely have an extraordinary effect.

“Good tea!”

Su Mang praised.

Lu Feng nodded, seemingly unsurprising: “This tea is unique to the seven-color deer clan, and the annual output is only about 100 jin.”

“Since the tyrant likes it, when the tyrant leaves, I will send a few hundred catties for the tyrant to taste.”

The two made a few more polite sentences, and Su Mang cut into the subject.

“I’m here to ask one thing.”

“Tyrant, please.”

“The secret door, what method is there? Why can the Lord of Darkness suppress all the arrogances in the Dark Forbidden Land? Why are they eager to fight with you?”

Su Mang felt that there was definitely something hidden here.

Strong combat power can kill people, but it is absolutely impossible for everyone to obey.

Moreover, after the secret door came to Zhongzhou, the real first battle was against the seven-color deer clan. This is why, there is no friction between the two.

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