Urban magic doctor

Matatanluo's stern expression was in sharp contrast to the smiling Wei Yanlinghe.

He said solemnly: "You and I know the so-called agreement. It is just peace on the surface. Now, you have captured our people, how can I sit back and ignore it? Wei Yanlinghe, if you don't want to start a war , just hand the person over!"

Matatanlo's voice was fierce, and stars were surging around his body, as if he was about to take action if he disagreed.

Wei Yanlinghe looked confused and shook his head: "Who are you looking for? I don't understand what you mean at all?"

"Are you pretending to be confused?"

Matatanluo snorted coldly and said: "Morotra and Inveril sent back information, saying that they were being chased by your Yutian Sect. It's useless for you to deny it now."

The level of Morotra and the two was too low, so the news they sent back was not taken seriously. It took several days before the higher-ups of the Night Demon Clan knew about it.

Otherwise, Matatanlo would have come with the Night Demons to ask for someone.

Wei Yanlinghe said in confusion: "Who is Morotra? I have never heard of this name at all. Wei Yanlinghe, if you want to start a war, just do it directly. Why frame it for our Yutian Sect. What's more, if there is a night There is nothing wrong with the demons going deep into the West Pole Continent and being captured and killed. This is what is allowed in the agreement."

Matatanluo said coldly: "Don't mention the agreement with me. Now you, Yutian Sect, must give me the person no matter what, otherwise, I will take action immediately."

Wei Yanlinghe looked helpless, but he was not afraid of the Night Demon Clan at all, and said: "If you want to take action, please do so!"

Matatanluo's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he shouted angrily: "Wei Yanlinghe, you escaped death last time at the seaside. This time, you can't even hope to survive."

Looking at this posture, it is obvious that a fight is about to begin.

Among the human cultivators present, those from sects were lucky enough to be able to act in an organized manner.

Those casual cultivators were so frightened that they retreated hurriedly, fearing that they would be involved in the core fighting area.

On the other hand, the Night Demons standing on the solid fortress all spread their bat wings behind their backs, looking eager to attack, ready to launch a full-scale attack at any time.

The momentum of both sides is completely different.

But at this moment, someone in the camp at Haiyang Gate suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute, Brother Matatanlo, why are you so impatient?"

Matatanluo, who was about to take action, frowned slightly when he heard the sound, and looked towards the camp at Haiyang Gate.

Seeing this, the human cultivators breathed a sigh of relief again and started talking in low voices.

"It was previously rumored that the Night Demon Clan had found a map to decipher the formation of the Yingmian Ruins. It seems to be true."

"The person who found the map is the Night Demon named Morotra."

"The Yutian Sect should have caught Morotra and obtained the map. The Night Demon Clan came over, not to save people, but to get the map back."

"But why did the Yutian Sect keep waiting and not break the formation?"

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While everyone was talking, they looked towards the Haiyangmen camp.

I saw a young man coming out of the central tent, rising into the air, and standing side by side with Wei Yan Linghe.

Judging by age, the young man is a junior.

But his realm has reached the ninth level of Saint Master, and he is a being on the same level as Matatanluo and Wei Yanlinghe.

He has a handsome appearance and a cool temperament, just like a handsome young man.

But everyone knows that this person is at least several thousand years old.

"Wang Zezang."

Matatanluo's eyes fell on Wang Zezang and said coldly: "This is the grudge between us and the Yutian Sect, not a dispute between two races. I don't want to involve other human races. But if, you If you insist on helping Yutian Sect, don’t blame me, the Night Demon Clan, for being ruthless.”

Facing the two ninth-level saint masters, Matatanluo showed no fear and remained domineering.

"He is Wang Zezang! The young master of Haiyang Clan!"

"Young master, you are thousands of years old."

"Don't underestimate him. In Haiyang Clan, his strength is second only to his father."

Someone in the crowd whispered.

Hearing this, Chen Yang finally knew Wang Zezang's identity and said secretly: "It seems that except for the Star Lord, the three major forces and the Night Demon Clan have sent out their strongest lineups."

Wang Zezang faced the fierce Matatanluo and said with a smile: "Brother Ma, why are you angry? I'm not here to fight with you."

"My surname is not Ma, don't call me Brother Ma!" Matatan said solemnly: "I don't like you humans to beat around the bush. What do you want to do? Just tell me directly and don't waste my time."

Wang Zezang said with a smile: "You came all the way here just to save that Morotra?

Moreover, it would be too hard for you to bring so many people.

Could it be that the rumored formation-breaking map is on Morotra's body?

Otherwise, why would you cause such a big fight? "

"Are you questioning me or questioning me?"

Matatanluo's eyes were full of fierceness and he said coldly: "I will not answer your question. If you dare to stop it again, I will kill you and the people of Yutian Sect together."

Wang Zezang waved his hand quickly and said: "You can kill me, but you can't kill the people of Yutian Sect. Kill them all, where will you find Morotra."

"Then I'll kill you!"

Matatanlo flipped his wrist, and a huge ax appeared in his hand.

The act of showing his ax was like a command, and all the night demons on the fortress behind him took out their weapons at the same time.

This momentum makes many casual cultivators feel intimidated.

But Wang Zezang's smile remained unabated and said: "Brother Ma, don't worry, aren't you looking for someone? Just let Wei Yan Linghe leave it to you."

With that said, Wang Zezang turned to look at Wei Yanlinghe and said: "Brother Wei, you have to be merciful and merciful. Since Brother Ma wants someone, just return Morotra to him. Why make Brother Ma anxious?" Woolen cloth."

Wei Yan Linghe was thoughtful and soon understood what Wang Zezang meant.

Hand over people, not maps.

If you do this, the Night Demon Clan will definitely not give up.

However, Wang Zezang's attitude has already shown that he will join forces with the Haiyang Clan to fight against the Night Demon Clan and preserve the map.

Of course, Wang Zezang will not give selflessly.

He didn't need to explain the terms of the alliance. Wei Yanlinghe also knew that if the Yingmian ruins were opened, the Haiyang Gate would get a share of the pie.

Seeing Wei Yanlinghe thinking, Matatanluo said in a deep voice: "Wei Yanlinghe, if you hand him over, I can forget the blame!"

Although the Night Demons are fierce, they will try to avoid war if they can.

After all, if they start a war, they will suffer heavy losses.

"Let me ask first if you have found those two night demons."

Wei Yanlinghe finally chose to cooperate with Haiyang Clan.

He looked towards the camp and said loudly: "Envoy Lin Zuo, how is the situation?"

An eighth-level holy master rose into the air and said with a solemn expression: "Reporting to the sect leader, just now, Yan Junke sent news that they found Yingvilir's body and Morotra was taken away. All of this , it was all done by a man named Chen Yang. He tracked it for two days and found nothing."