The great victory in the Battle of Lantian pushed Zidu's reputation to its peak.

Because of this, several great demons voluntarily surrendered.

Zidu drew his sword and stood on horseback, full of pride and ambition. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart about the hearty battle that Manjusri contributed to yesterday.

At this time, Manjusri pushed open the door and walked in.

"Senior Hongyu, please take a seat quickly, I've been waiting for a long time."

Two maids had already placed Manjusri next to Zidu and prepared exquisite wine and spiritual fruits.

The group of monsters in the camp are all strong men who joined Zidu this time. In addition to Aiwen, Hongxiu, Xuanhe, and Benleizi, there are also many patriarchs of big clans and many strong hermits.

Zidu drank generously, and after the guests and hosts had finished enjoying themselves, he spoke.

"Everyone, when I left the Demon Master's Palace, my ancestor personally told me that as a leader, you must learn to strategize and stabilize the morale of the army. In the battle yesterday, the lunatic Tan Sheng was unforgettable to me. Even the creatures of the same camp will be

Being killed mercilessly by him shows that he has a cruel heart."

"Such a thing must not happen here, otherwise everyone will be resisting friendly forces, and who can go out to fight with peace of mind?"

"The purpose of calling everyone here this time is to use the channel's means to give all brothers some reassurance."

Two rows of banshees wearing goose-yellow palace attires walked in one after another, holding celadon bowls.

The celadon bowl is wide, containing six or seven kinds of resources, ores, spiritual plants, scales, halos...

Zidu stood up, activated his spiritual power, and forced out gurgling blood along his fingertips, flowing into the celadon bowl in front of him.

"Everyone, everyone knows this method well. It is a blood-based alliance between those who believe in it. If you want to fight with me and become the winner of this fight, you must force the blood out of the body and place it in the celadon bowl in front of you.

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When the demons heard this, some frowned, some looked worried, some looked slightly hesitant, and some were at a loss...

At this moment, Manjusri suddenly stood up and neatly used his nails on his arms and wrists to drip blood into the bowl.

"What does it look like to be hesitant and hesitant? Let me give you an idea!"

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