Tang Cheng waved his wings and looked at the man carefully. In Tang Cheng's memory, this man was protected by the Saint King of Whispers, as weak as a delicate baby.

And now, he comes with a sword, and is full of atmosphere.

Black hair is like clouds, shattered by the wind. Wutian's handsome face is hidden behind the messy hair, and sometimes it may reveal the tip of the iceberg, which is enough to amazed the audience.

"What is the teaching of the Demon King?"

Although they are hostile to each other, Tang Cheng will not speak ill of evil words. If the devil, monster screams like a righteous person as soon as they meet, it would seem that the Jianzhai disciples are too low-end and too hypocritical, wouldn't it be what Tang Cheng wished?

"Young man, are you Tang Cheng?"

The words were very gentle, as if neighbors were chatting.

To Tang Cheng's surprise, Wu Tian was beaten at all and wanted to stand up for him. Then, Tang Cheng remembered something again and said, "The Saint King of Wonderful Wings died at my hands. We should not have room for reconciliation between us. Why is his plan?"

Although he didn't understand very well, Tang Cheng replied very politely: "The Demon King is Tang Cheng in front of him!"

"Since there is no doubt, then please give me a few words to Master Ling!"

Tang Cheng became curious and his gossip was aroused. Could it be that the old Taoist Wangyou and the Demon Emperor Wutian had any connection? He couldn't help but ask: "Your Demon Emperor, please tell me, Tang Cheng listened attentively!"

The Demon Emperor Wutian smiled faintly and said, "Although Middle Earth is large, it can be said to be the ones who share the same words. You can count it as the first half. Return to Kunlun Mountain to tell the old Taoist Wangyou. This Middle Earth is not the Middle Earth of the human race, and our demon race also has its own place. The Nalanda Temple incident is a revenge and warning of our demon race. For ten thousand years, the human race massacre of the demon race has been written off. If the resentful person comes to take revenge, we will continue. But we will hand over the handle of peace to you. I will restrain the demon race sentient beings not to cross the river. I hope we can live in harmony with each other and not fight each other endlessly."

After hearing this, Tang Cheng looked weird and said, "Is this what the Demon King means?"

"Not bad!" Wutian felt a little uneasy, but he didn't know where the mistake was!

Tang Cheng laughed at the sky twice, then said coldly: "I treat you sincerely, but the Demon King thinks I am a three-year-old child..."

Wu Tian said calmly, "How do you explain this?"

Seeing that he was still defending, Tang Cheng sneered and said, "Your Demon Emperor is just telling me to see you that you can't afford it, but why bother?" Before the Demon Emperor could speak, Tang Cheng said again, "Your destruction of the Southern Alliance, destroying the country, and the sound of you shook the world. If you say that you will cultivate your mind and no longer take action, who can believe it? Your move is just to place my sect in the opposite direction of other sects!"

"You are trying to save my gentleman's affair with a villain!"

Seeing that the Demon King was still open-minded, Tang Cheng couldn't help but wonder whether his idea was wrong. However, the demon clan had planned for hundreds of years and now had established a victory in one fell swoop. I am afraid that even if Wu Tian wanted to stop, he would not be able to stop.

Moreover, the human race has never suffered such a great loss for thousands of years. Even if the two races are innocent, they are just castles in the air and there is no hope.

Thinking of this, Tang Cheng smiled coldly and said, "Forget it! Since the Demon Emperor insisted on his own opinion, Tang Cheng obeyed the order. However, if I killed the Holy King of Miaochi of Your Clan, did the Demon Emperor not want to avenge him?"

The Demon Emperor smiled calmly and said, "Will there be a day when the two tribes fight each other and have a peaceful conversation? I was naturally mentally prepared for this. I am afraid that the Buddhist and Taoist sects do not think so, so I would like to ask Zhenren Tang to mediate more!"

"Sorry, I can't do anything about this! I can only bring your words to you intact! Because I personally think that we, the demon clan, can only have one clan in this Middle-earth continent. The war that had been ten thousand years ago was definitely not without reason. Instead of getting along for years and having a decisive battle, it would be better to end all this now."

Even in front of the demon emperor Wutian, Tang Cheng was talking freely, not hiding his impression of the demon clan at all. If it were someone else, it might be very annoyed, but in Wutian's opinion, this is an advantage. After all, Tang Cheng is not a sweet-mouthed villain, isn't he?

Besides, Wu Tian’s mind was not here. After a while, it was almost time. Wu Tian looked around and saw a few wandering lights like lightning shot from the far horizon. If he didn’t pay attention, he would definitely not be able to see clearly. Wu Tian was happy and said, “Since Zhenren Tang has promised, then the family will naturally feel at ease. Next, it will be our personal grudges!”

When Tang Cheng heard this, he said, "The playful meat is coming. I beat the child and my mother comes out. This sentence is definitely not a casual statement. Although Tang Cheng thought he had all the advantages in the confrontation with Wuya. However, protecting his shortcomings and protecting his shortcomings is unreasonable and he is irresponsible. Even if Wu Tian would not curse like a shrew, the essence of the two is not at all different.

Therefore, Tang Cheng didn't talk nonsense and said straight: "What tricks does the Demon Emperor have? I, Mr. Tang, will follow me." In Tang Cheng's opinion, Wutian's move is also a prerequisite for observing the promise of trust. This shows that once this grudge is resolved, there will be no conflict between Wutian and Tang Cheng. However, no matter how smart Tang Cheng is, he would never have thought that this was just a smokescreen.

"Okay! Exciting, it's true man!" Wu Tian continued to exclaim, "We will fight once, no matter the outcome, the grudge between you and Wu Ya will be eliminated in one fell swoop?"

Tang Cheng slowly raised his arm and said, "That's the best! Tang happened to take the opportunity to ask the Demon Emperor for advice." After saying that, Tang Cheng did not wait for the other party to apologize, and bounced his five fingers in succession, five sword lights hooked up like wheels, and hit Wutian.

Tang Cheng also knew that this method was not a threat to Wutian, and he was afraid that he could not even be considered an appetizer. However, from Wutian's response, Tang Cheng believed that he could see whether the martial arts between Wutian and Wuya were in line with each other.

The Demon King's response made Tang Cheng shocked. He flipped his hand and the Yang Ge, who was originally behind, crossed his chest. The long Ge trembled gently and made a bloodthirsty low cry.

A black tide burst out, sweeping across the world with Wutian as the center. At this moment, there was no sun or moon around him, and only darkness lasted forever. Tang Cheng had long seen Wuya's soul-devouring black fog, but at that time, Wuya's strength was only in the Yuandan stage, and there was no comparison with Wutian at this moment.

The five-colored storm pierced into the soul-devouring black fog, and then it was like a stone smashing into the sea, and after a wave of inconspicuous waves appeared, it disappeared invisible.

The black fog filled the whole circle, and Tangcheng was also shrouded in it. He couldn't help but become cautious. The blazing white Duize Xinjin Divine Thunder Sword shone out, leaving four distinct traces in the thick black fog, but that's all.

Seeing this, Tang Cheng's heart sank. He thought that there should be no problem in the soul-devouring black fog, but the truth is not the case. The four rays of lightning were about a foot away from their original body and were flooded by the black fog.

Tang Cheng flapped his wings a little and found that the black fog was like a sticky swamp. Tang Cheng's speed dropped by more than 40%. Of course, even if it was reduced by 40%, Tang Cheng's wind and thunder wings still had the speed of looking down on the world.

At this moment, Wutian's deep voice came, "Tianren Tangcheng once guided the dog's cultivation. I am very grateful. Today, I will ask the realren to give me some advice on the shortcomings of my soul-devouring black fog."

He said something similar to sarcasm, but Wutian was merciless in his hand. A black lightning flash penetrated the black fog and pierced Tang Cheng's throat. Of course, it was not lightning, but the Yanggu in Wutian's hand.

Tang Cheng's face changed drastically. Before that, Tang Cheng had never had any danger, which means that the opponent suddenly appeared beside him.

Tang Cheng shook his wings, like fallen leaves floating in the wind, without any trace, avoiding the intimidating edge of the Desert Yang Ge. Up, down, left and right, and Tang Cheng's face became increasingly ugly.

According to his estimate, he should have thrown away Wutian early. However, every time Tang Cheng avoided Wutian, he would breathe no more than one percent, and Wutian's Brushing Yang Ge appeared three feet in front of Tang Cheng again.

Tang Cheng concluded that Wutian would certainly accelerate movement in this soul-devouring black fog. If he wanted to avoid the other party, he had to escape from the control of the black fog. This was an extremely difficult task for all opponents.

Tang Cheng moved, Wu Tian followed, and the soul-devouring black fog followed closely, so it was not so easy to get out. At this moment, a flash suddenly lit up in front of Tang Cheng's eyes, which was the blinding light emitted by the Blind Sword of the Break Yang.

Wutian actually wanted to kill Tang Cheng here. Is everything he said before just a lie?
Chapter completed!