The sea of ​​blood in the prehistoric

[69 Book Bar - www.] After listening to what Qingjiao said, Emperor Jun also understood that this Qingjiao was still worried about doing something to chase the spirit beasts, so he wanted to find ways to make meritorious deeds and strive to change his status. In fact, the emperor

Jun didn't really want a Daluo Jinxian to win over him. The reason why he proposed that condition was entirely out of anger in his heart.

Of course, if the Heavenly Court completely agrees with the Demon Clan in the future, completes the star battle formation in the sky, and destroys the Witch Clan, then he, the Heavenly Emperor, may be able to ask Daluo Jinxian to exorcise them, but that is what the Heavenly Court is doing now.

I can't stand his random tossing. Although there is a demon summoning flag, the best thing to do is to calm down.

Qingjiao's performance during this period was pretty good, so Di Jun also did a favor and gave him a chance to improve his status. Di Jun suddenly said seriously: "Qingjiao Demon Saint, if I give you a demon army

Do you have the confidence to bring the demon clan of Funiu Mountain back to heaven?"

At first, Qingjiao was still worried about his concealment, but when he suddenly heard Emperor Jun calling Qingjiao Demon Saint, he was immediately confused. He didn't even have time to digest what he said next. He thought that Emperor Jun was going to punish him, so he immediately fell to him.

On the ground: "The little demon will do his best to serve the Emperor of Heaven from now on, and he will never dare to hide anything again. Please..." As he said this, he slowly came to his senses, and thought about it, he was right in his desperation just now.

Duo, then continued: "Please rest assured, Emperor Tian, ​​there is no need for soldiers. As long as the little demon goes alone, he can persuade the green bull to come, but..."

Hearing that the green dragon was stuck again, Di Jun asked: "Just what? Do you need to make any more promises to the green cow?"

Gritting his teeth, Qingjiao said hesitantly: "The Heavenly Emperor's demon-beckoning banner is indeed very powerful, but most demon saints will not accept the feeling of being controlled by others. If the green ox were to lower the demon-beckoning banner, wouldn't it be right?

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Feeling the change in Di Jun's momentum, Qingjiao paused again. He had no right to speak about this kind of thing and could only stand there and wait for Di Jun's decision.

"Yes, I promise you." Di Jun thought for a while and said: "As long as you can persuade the Green Bull Demon Saint to surrender, he will not be controlled by the demon summoning banner. But if you fail, I will immediately send troops to Funiu Mountain and arrive at Funiu Mountain.

It's not up to him to decide what time to choose. You should go to Bai Ze Demon Commander now and ask for 50,000 demon soldiers to set off immediately. If you come back with the Green Bull Demon Saint, there will be more demon soldiers in Tianting at the same time.

Two demon saints."

"Thank you for your trust, Emperor Tian. Qing Jiao will certainly live up to his mission and bring all the monsters from Funiu Mountain to the Emperor of Heaven." Seeing Emperor Jun's promise, Qing Jiao was immediately overjoyed. After saying goodbye to Emperor Jun, Qing Jiao happily ran out and went directly to find Bai Ze.

The demon commander is asking for troops.

Qingjiao is full of confidence here and has no idea that a big nail is waiting for him to touch. He and Qingniu Demon Saint do have some friendship, but they have not been in contact with each other for hundreds of years. He has no idea what happened to the other party.

I don’t know, it’s easy for things to go wrong if we look at things from the previous perspective so easily.

Mo Zhai, the young master of the Qilin tribe, has been away from the Blood Sea for a long time. The originally proud Fire Qilin lost his pride after suffering the blow of his family's destruction, especially the ten thousand years he spent in loneliness.

His character became extremely withdrawn.

When we set foot on the ancient land, the world that was once dominated by three tribes has changed. The three ancient tribes that were once glorious have declined, and the three water beast feather tribes are no longer hostile because they no longer have the qualifications. The Wu tribe is developing.

Although it is not very powerful yet, almost all ethnic groups are threatened, conflicts continue, and the boundaries of the demon tribe have not yet been formally determined, all of which makes the ancient world chaotic.

All the way north, Mo Zhai kept his goal firmly in mind and headed towards the direction of Qilin Mountain, which was the last place where the Qilin tribe he knew gathered. It was definitely impossible for a golden immortal to cultivate Qilin and roam the wilds, but among these criss-crossing forces

It is still possible to escape, as long as there is enough time, and what Mo Zhai has most now is time. Later, Emperor Jun established the Demon Clan Heavenly Court, which reduced the battles between the Lich and the Lich clans a lot. This is even more

Speeding up Mo Zhai's speed.

In order to return to Qilin Mountain, Mo Zhai didn't even go to Hongjun's sermon. He spent thousands of hours traveling day and night to reach the northern part of the prehistoric world. A great war that year killed hundreds of millions of living beings, although most of the hostility flowed out.

They entered the sea of ​​​​blood, but some are still stranded here, and the already extremely harsh environment has become even more harsh.

The original Qilin Mountain was destroyed in the battle and had changed beyond recognition. It may have been razed to the ground. The surrounding terrain also changed greatly, which made Mo Zhai unable to determine which mountain was his former home.

After wandering there for a long time, Mo Zhai never found any trace of Qilin activities, which made him think that he was the last Qilin in the ancient world. Frustrated, Mo Zhai began to roam the ancient world.

If you don't break, you can't stand. After breaking, you can stand. Perhaps after experiencing too much pain and traveling aimlessly for thousands of years, Mo Zhai found that his state of mind was a little loose, and it seemed that he was about to break through again. This made Mo Zhai a little bit dumbfounded. This is not

he wants.

When an opportunity comes, you can't refuse it, so Mo Zhai wants to find a place to retreat. Now that he doesn't have the powerful Qilin tribe to back him up, he has to rely on himself if he wants to live comfortably. When he was looking for a retreat, there was a sound of fighting.

into his ears.

Along the way, he had encountered such fights countless times, so he had nothing to be curious about. He just ignored the matter and ignored it. This was already his code of conduct after the demise of the Qilin tribe.

Without hesitation, he turned around and left as before.

But before he had gone far, he suddenly stopped again. There were obviously beasts on the battlefield. He had heard those desperate roars countless times before being taken away by the netherworld. At that time, his blood would boil because of this and he would be desperate.

Going to fight, he had heard it countless times after coming out of the Blood Sea, but he no longer had that feeling of empathy, as if the orcs had nothing to do with him.

But this time it seemed different. Hearing the roar of beasts in the distance, he seemed to have returned to the time before the war between the three tribes. The blood in his body was flowing faster, although he told himself time and time again that the three tribes were no longer there anymore.

There were only two tribes of lich and witch, but he couldn't help but stop, turned around, and walked towards the battlefield with difficulty and determination. The Orcs did not fail the Qilin Clan, it was the Qilin Clan that failed the Orcs, now

Let him, the last unicorn, make up for it.