The gorgeous light broke through the dark night, and fireworks flew into the sky and burst into beautiful fireworks. However, none of the demon cultivators below looked up to appreciate the colorful fireworks. They all hurriedly took their seats, staring at the seductive wine on the mat and laughed.

Those who sit outside the hall are all from small tribes. Although they can occasionally drink a glass of wine, or fight with others and grab magic crystals, they will go to a good restaurant to order a can of wine, but compared with the fine wines from the City Lord's Mansion, those things are as bland as water!

The demons are extremely polarized, and the majority of tribes are extremely extravagant and want to use the most gorgeous gems to embellish tall buildings and houses. Those who awaken talent all use the best resources to improve their strength.

The small tribe is even not far from the situation he was a thousand years ago. They live in earthen walls and wooden houses. The so-called life is just to shelter from wind and rain and fill their stomachs.

Many children with awakening talents can only hunt and rob with their elders, and at a young age, they will fight with other tribes with adults in exchange for a bite of food for winter or a small pot of wine.

It is cold in the demon world, and a sip of turbid wine may save a life. This seemingly inconspicuous liquid is the most precious thing for them.

Now that the cold is gradually rising, although these people have awakened their talents and are strong, they always want to warm up the body with a cup of hot wine, let alone such a good wine.

Someone was already reaching out to the wine glass on the table, licking his tongue and murmured: "This wine is much more fragrant than the turbid wine we usually drink..."

"Bang!"

The guards of the City Lord's Mansion holding a spear next to him opened the man's hand without hesitation and shouted: "Be honest, you dare to move first before the adults arrived?"

The level of the Demon Realm is very strict. People from these small tribes may dare to compete with ordinary people from the large tribes, but people with status such as the Lord of Hanyuan City and the Young Master of the Black Snake Tribe will never dare to offend people.

No matter how strong the demon cultivator was, he sat in his position honestly, and looked in the direction of the hall with no time, waiting for the news of the food.

The hall was full of distinguished guests from several large tribes. They were not as vulgar as those demon cultivators outside. They were all sitting upright in the table, either wearing gorgeous animal skins or gem chains the size of pigeons and eggs wrapped around their waists.

There were also several young and tender magic cultivators wearing sword cultivators' clothes. Because their figures were not in line with their clothes, they tightened their originally flowing clothes, as if they were about to explode at any time.

Some people also carried a poorly carved wooden sword in their hands and occasionally held a sword flower for the people at the same table. They were so cool.

If someone asks what they are doing, they raise their chins, arrogantly without justifying, saying that the real strong men are dressed like this.

He also did not forget to take out the gift he prepared to show off his show, and told the people around him that this was the sword-cultivation equipment he had purchased at a high price. The original version was originally, and Young Master Mo You promised to like it!

This ease continued until the city lord of Hanyuan City arrived at the hall.

A strong wind that was almost transformed into substance hovered above everyone's heads, and the cold breath rose layer by layer, and the entire sky seemed to be shrouded in a black mist.

Finally, the fog was behind the innermost bead curtain of the hall.

Wen Yun and Ye Shubai looked at each other and saw the solemnity in each other's eyes.

This fog is exactly the same as in the Xuantian Secret Realm, and even the cold aura is extremely familiar to people.

Obviously, Mo You is hiding in this fog!

The demon cultivators in front began to tremble after the fog appeared, with awe and fear on their faces, and they all fell to the ground.

The totems they tattoo on the back of their necks are becoming more and more obvious.

Wen Yun and Ye Shubai sat in the corner, placing the humble position of the Tianlang tribe in the Demon Realm. They were so remote that no one wanted to be with them. Not only were they blocked by two walls, but there were huge trees in front of them, so of course they didn't have to kneel down.

However, in order not to be discovered, she still pulled Ye Shubai and squatted in the corner, carefully staring at the group of demon cultivators in front of her who were densely exposed to their totems.

The two of them quietly pressed the big animal hide cap on their heads, covering their entire face.

"Why did they suddenly start showing off their totems? Don't be discovered!"

They dare not show the totem behind their necks, otherwise the wolves with a unique style will definitely be exposed once they appear.

Ye Shubai was tall and was squeezed in the corner by Wen Yun and could not move. But now she looked at him with curiosity again with her head raised and stared at him. He had to try hard to straighten his body to prevent him from offending her.

"The demon cultivator kneels down and reveals the totem, which means surrender."

Ye Shubai explained softly: "The tribes coming today are almost all small tribes near Hanyuan City. They live with the Black Snake tribe and are also surrendering to them."

"And the level of demon cultivating martial arts is far superior to that of the righteous monks."

"I know this." Wen Yun pulled Ye Shubai's sleeves and said with great enthusiasm: "You are very famous in the Demon World, and there are many imitators, all of which are because of the worship of force."

"...Cough." Ye Shubai was a little uncomfortable on his face. He skipped the topic and continued: "The Lord of Hanyuan City is extremely powerful, so they were willing to kneel down."

Wen Yun didn't know much about the strength of the demon cultivator and said curiously: "How strong is it?"

Ye Shubai calmly replied: "Cross the Tribulation Realm."

As his three words fell, a tall man in armor had already stepped out of the hall at some point. A hideous scar was seen crossing his face, his eyes as cold as a long sword in his hand.

Lord of Hanyuan City!

He protected the black mist and looked around everyone from a high place.

After the second generation of the demons who were originally sitting in the hall were also suppressed by this powerful deterrent force and slightly lowered his head, he finally pulled the corners of his mouth with satisfaction.

"Today is a good day for Young Master Mo You's 100th birthday. You are also young talents from my demon clan. You must have heard of Young Master Mo You's reputation!"

"The Young Master is the pride of most of my Black Snakes, the hope of revitalization of the Demon Realm, and the most powerful genius who comes out in a thousand years!"

No one dared to refute in front of the powerful people in the Tribulation Period, and everyone knelt on the ground and did not dare to say anything.

Wen Yun murmured in a low voice: "At this time, we should cheer with the boss... the demon cultivators were very frightened."

Ye Shubai:...

What was even less eye-catching was the VIP sitting in the hall.

They are not like the demon cultivators of the small and medium-sized tribes outside, and do not need to rely on Hanyuan City to live with the Black Snake Tribe. They are the real guests of this banquet.

The reason why he acted respectfully was just to respect the powerful person in the Tribulation Realm of Lord Hanyuan, and he could not even have any thought of respecting Mo You.

One of the young men wearing sword cultivator's uniform stood up, bowed in a hurry, raised their eyebrows and asked, "Master Lord, I am a far away from Hanyuan City on behalf of the fox clan. Why haven't I even seen Young Master Mo You?"

After speaking, he glanced at the black fog behind the hall and chuckled: "I heard that Young Master Mo You had been lurking in the four continents for more than ten years, and now he suddenly came back and did not show up. Could it be that he was ruined by the righteous sword cultivator..."

Before he could speak, an extremely hoarse voice came from the black fog.

Just one word-

"kill."

The Lord of Hanyuan grabbed the people from the Fox tribe, looked at him expressionlessly, and then twisted his neck with his backhand...

The bright red blood flowed down and gathered into a great pool. Even the tyrannical demon cultivator was shocked by the scene in front of him.

The others sitting in the hall felt a little cold on their backs.

The Fox Tribe is a large part of the Demon World, but the Black Snake Tribe is so unpretentious!

The Lord of Hanyuan casually kicked the young man in the fox division off the stairs and sneered: "You dare to question Young Master Mo You, this is the fate! You all know that the Young Master went to Sizhou, but do you know who he caught back this time!"

Wen Yun became more and more alert in his heart and muttered to himself: "I know, he has captured my Senior Brother Chen back."

Lord Hanyuan City: "The three major sects and four major surnames are supreme existences in the four continents, and the righteous dog thief caught this time is one of the four major surnames!"

Wen Yun's face was slightly loose due to tension. She frowned and looked at the city lord, desperately correcting his mistake in her heart: "No... Senior Brother Chen is from the first sect, not from the four major surnames!"

"This dog is the head of the Xie family of the four major surnames of the righteous!"

As the words of the Lord of Hanyuan City fell, he threw out an iron chain as thick as an arm, and there was a dead dog-like man tied behind him. The clothes on his body were already dirty and could not see the color. The bones on his body seemed to have been discounted. He couldn't stand up even if he lay on the ground without knowing his life or death.

That's not Shen Xinghai, that's... Xie Xun!

After being briefly shocked by the news, the demon cult below suddenly burst into an roar in unison.

"Kill him!"

"Kill all the righteous dogs!"

The two paths of righteousness and demons are already unresolved blood feuds, and even a brave demon cultivator took a roast pig and smashed it at the person huddled on the ground.

What's ridiculous is that after the heavy roast pig was smashed down, the man on the ground not only did not aggravate the pain, but suddenly woke up, crawling over like a worm and gnawing it wildly. His whole face was so full that he couldn't see his facial features. Only he saw his crazy cheeks.

There is no spiritual energy to absorb, nor is there a fasting pill to eat in the Demon Realm. Even Xie Xun is almost unable to hold on even a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage.

The head of the Xie family, who was once arrogant, was scrambling for food on the ground without dignity, and was even worse than a wild dog.

Mo You's voice in the black fog was low: "This is the righteous sword cultivator you fear. Look at the appearance of this dog, are you still afraid now?"

The demon cultivator below burst into laughter and watched the embarrassing appearance of the righteous monk who defeated them in the past, begging for food.

"Didn't it mean that the righteous monks value the most integrity? This man is not even as good as a dog!"

"The righteous monk is just like this! It turns out that the pride of the sword cultivator who said that the ancestor is more than dying than to break his pride!"

"I can't have such a shameful thing in the Demon World!"

Mo You sneered and said, "As long as you are loyal to my Black Snake Tribe, one day I can make all the righteous dogs look like the head of the Xie family, so that all of them can only shake their tails and beg for food under our feet."

As soon as these words came out, everyone below suddenly shouted Mo You's name excitedly, almost worshiping him as a god.

Even the other few distinguished guests looked at Black Mir with complex eyes, secretly thinking about the current strength of the Black Snake Tribe.

Everyone knows that the demon cultivator was defeated by the righteous path. It has been hundreds of years since then and has recovered his strength, but he still huddled in a corner of the demon world and fought in internal struggles with each other, and did not dare to cross the sea and invade the four continents again.

Because they were once scared by a sword cultivator.

But their ambitions have never disappeared. Mo You's words infinitely amplified their ambitions and they set off like a fire!

The young man from the lion department who was originally sitting in front stood up and clasped his fists in the black fog: "Young Master Mo You, on behalf of most of the Yan Lion Department, I will give you a gift!"

There are five major tribes in the Demon World, one of the largest tribes in the Flame Lion! They rank fifth on the killing list and are a famous existence today.

He opened his hand, but he was a delicate wooden carved boat the size of a palm.

As soon as this object appeared, the Lord of Hanyuan narrowed his eyes: "Is this the Demon Boat?"
To be continued...