Fantasy: There Is Something Wrong With This Beastmaster

The core place deep in the Mountain of Beasts, where the demon race Demonic Beasts saints gather.

There are seven abyss-like auras here. There are beasts, birds, scales, and plants. The seven monster saints are all from different backgrounds. Some are tall and some are similar to humans. Others simply kept their original appearance.

They gathered in this core place, but their gazes coincidently looked at Qin Luo who was at the Jiaolong Immortal Cave.

"This kid really came. Although he looks like a good-looking talent, he has a dark belly inside."

This was said by a demon saint with a rough appearance, a lion head and a human body, maintaining most of the animal shape, and a three-dimensional and five-thick physique.

"Whatever he does, as long as it's good for my monster clan, why didn't the four beasts under his hands show up?"

Another voice answered, it was a huge golden-armored dragon beast, possessing the bloodline of the dragon family, but it was not pure.

Another woman of the bird clan, whose body was like a human but whose arms were wings, spoke with a loud and pleasant voice.

"I really want to see that robber bird. Although I don't know why I want to practice swords as a bird, it would be nice to leave a Bloodline for my bird."

Another old voice sounded: "I heard from that junior from the Flood Dragon Clan that this kid's pet beasts are all staying in the space opened up by him at the Spirit Venerable level. Hmph! They won't be released."

"Hahaha! Tiger head, you want to meet that White Tiger, right? Speaking of Bloodline seniority, the White Tiger clan is the ancestor of your Chiguang Tiger clan."

The old demon saint of the Chiguang Tiger Clan said in a low voice: "Hmph! It's as if your snake clan is better than me. If you have the ability, the juniors in your clan don't use other people's snakes to get rid of it."

That snake clan monster sage was spitting out snake letters, his vertical pupils had no color at all, and looked extremely cold-blooded.

"The little guy on his stomach has Qilin Bloodline, and it's very pure, do you want to abduct it?"

"Okay, I like this kind of little guy very much, you go."

"This...forget it"

The Golden Armored Dragon Beast buzzed: "Let's get back to the point, is he really allowed to enter the Ten Thousand Beasts Pool? You all know the rules in the Ten Thousand Beasts Pool. The higher the Bloodline level, the stronger the power to suppress other monster races, and the more powerful it is. It can absorb the essence of the Ten Thousand Beasts Pond, and the juniors we put in will not even have to drink the soup."

The demon sage of the Chiguang Tiger Clan said: "But so what if we don't let go? Besides, we traded quotas, we made money, and we can directly feel the original power of their race. It's a big deal to spend some money. Over the years, we have also saved a lot. I'm missing a fortune."

The bird demon saint said: "The reason is this, but the question is, how much can we exchange? What if the kid opens his mouth?"

The lion-headed demon saint next to him coughed a few times, signaling not to take him with him when he was speaking.

"By the way, there is one more thing. Isn't it too childish for those three little demons to recognize him as a demon master? This is a major matter related to Bloodline. Let them change it."

"Change? How? It's about demon masters. As long as they are identified, it's about Bloodline taboos. They can't be changed unless they are allowed to deny themselves. But in that case, their Bloodline will self-dissolve and perish directly."

"But this is a bit of an eyesore. If you recognize a human beast master as a demon master, which corner did these three little guys come from?"

All the demon saints chatted endlessly, talking about this and that.

And at this moment, the remaining two demon saints of the monster clan who had been silent all this time spoke up.

One is a demon saint of the Dapeng clan, who was an old man with a hooked nose when he took human form.

The other one is the spirit of grass and trees, which is transformed from a big tree, which looks like a tree man, with countless little elves flying inside and teasing in the hands on the crown-like head.

But when the five demon saints were arguing, the Dapeng clan demon saint suddenly said something.

"I received a letter from the junior in Beast City. This kid named Qin Luo belongs to the Yushou Peak of Yuntianzong in the Southern Territory. He is also related to the surnamed Li. The Black Tortoise is now his turtle clan beast. .”

As soon as this remark came out, all the demon saints were startled, saying, 'What did you say? ’ Looking at the monster saints of the Dapeng clan, they all opened their mouths and eyes wide.

"Wow~"

In the next second, the little elves around the tree demon saint immediately burst into tears, crying unbearably, heart-piercingly.

The tree demon saint felt distressed for a while, and comforted him: "Don't cry, don't cry, I haven't seen that surnamed Li for so many years, he is probably dead, you all don't cry."

It's okay not to comfort her, but with this comfort, she cried louder and became even more miserable.

The dryad sighed in a daze: "It's a crime, it's been five hundred years, why is the psychological shadow still so big."

But it's not just these elves who have psychological shadows here, but also these majestic demon saints. When they heard that they had something to do with Li Jiu, their legs trembled.

After all, everything that happened five hundred years ago is as vivid as if it happened yesterday.

Li Jiu took nine pet beasts and swept across the entire Nanman Mountains, plundered an unknown amount of resources, and slaughtered an unknown number of demon clans who had malicious intentions and wanted revenge afterwards.

The little elves around the tree demon are a living example. The spirit saints of the elf clan five hundred years ago were forcibly beaten into Rogue Cultivators, and they were torn apart and turned into today's little elves.

Don't look at their majestic and majestic appearance of the demon saints in the Nanman Mountains.

Five Hundred Years ago, he didn't even dare to fart in front of Li Jiu. He was a cruel and black-bellied beast master.

Although they are all demon saints, so are Li Jiu's beasts.

Nine beat seven, plus the beast master, didn't they just push seven of them to the ground and rub against each other?

This time, when all the demon saints looked at Qin Luo, their expressions became strange, and all the demon saints were silent.

At this time, the lion clan demon saint said: "Why are you so aggrieved in this tone, alas! No, we can't beat the one surnamed Li, so let's beat the one surnamed Qin."

The golden armored dragon nodded: "Okay, you go first, I just want to hit that turtle"

But the demon saint of the snake tribe said: "I heard that there is a game called sacking in human beings, why don't we try it?"

The demon saint of the Chiguang Tiger Clan shook his head and said, "This may not work. An ordinary sack will burst as soon as he breaks free. What if he is seen?"

The Bird Banshee Saint said: "Can't we just use the vines from the old tree to make one? Guaranteed, he is a First Stage Spirit Venerable, and he will never be able to break free."

All the demon saints nodded, as if they were very satisfied with the plan.

"But having said that, who of us is going to set it up? It was agreed in advance that I am a snake and have no hands."

As soon as these words came out, the other demon saints looked at each other in blank dismay, and then they all turned their heads away consciously, with a look of 'today's weather is really good'.