Reborn Demon Emperor, I have to stay away from them

The two Ten Thousand Souls Banners were born from the same origin, and the two creatures Mo and Yu Mu were also born from the same origin.

In addition, no matter how strong Mo is now, Yu Mu, the Wanhun Banner in his hand is also of higher quality than Yu Mu's.

The demon souls whose intelligence had been wiped out felt the pull of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and for a moment they mistook their master and rushed into Mo's Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

For a moment, the extremely evil and yin energy on the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in Mo's hand almost condensed into substance!

Mo was very humane and considerate and left twelve main souls for Yu Mu. If it weren't for the fact that the main souls would lose the soul-collecting space of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, Mo really didn't want to leave any for Yu Mu.

The corners of Long Aotian and the Withered Bone Demon Lord’s mouth twitched.

Originally they didn't understand why Mo had to let Yu Mu faint, they thought Mo was so excited that he didn't care about Yu Mu! They didn't expect that this guy would be so mean, he fainted Yu Mu to steal the demon soul in Yu Mu's Ten Thousand Souls Banner!

"What are you looking at?"

Mo glanced at the Skeleton Demon Lord, who sneered, "Let me see if you have any sores on your head... Uh, I think Fellow Daoist Mo is seriously injured."

"It's a little serious."

Mo smiled and said, "But I still have enough energy to use the Human Emperor Banner blessed by the evil forbidden technique. I still have more than 300,000 demon souls available.

By the way, if you try your best, you can use the brush. Does Daoist Fellow Ku Gu still have any questions? "

"That's all, that's all. Fellow Daoist Mo, why are you doing this? We are all Daoists who have fought side by side. You and I are from the same clan. Do you think that I have improper thoughts?"

The Skeleton Demon Lord hid a little further away.

His heart was bitter.

I... am afraid that I really have no chance of sitting on the throne of the most outstanding genius of the demon clan.

This Mo... is now called the Honored One by most demons. This time, once he returns to the tribe, even the Skeleton Demon Lord dare not imagine how respected a status he will gain!

Mo ignored the Skeleton Demon Lord, but just carried Yu Mu on his back, tilted his head to think for a while, and then put Yu Mu's Ten Thousand Souls Banner into the storage ring.

"These two are both mine."

Before the Skeleton Demon Lord could react, Long Aotian cupped his hands, his dragon eyes clear and bright: "I know that these two belong to Fellow Daoist Mo."

"Ah."

After saying that, Mo immediately dug out a new cave in the ruins, and without looking back, he took Yu Mu in.

Only a ten thousand souls banner that exuded a strong evil aura was left, suppressing it in front of the cave! On the giant banner, there were densely packed faces of people struggling in pain.

It was stained with blood, revealing the utmost cruelty!

There was even the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to suppress it. I don't know if it was because Mo had enough confidence, but there was no formation or restriction in the cave he dug out!

However, the cold and evil energy that filled the air blocked all the auras in the cave.

But what the Skeleton Lord, Long Aotian, or others don’t know is…

"I C..."

As soon as he entered the cave, the aura on Mo's body, which had always been turbulent but always strong, suddenly dropped madly! He couldn't even stand steadily and fell down limply.

Fortunately, this grandson was still a human being. Not only did he not use Yu Mu on his back as a cushion, but he actually served as a cushion for Yu Mu.

"Dog Spirit, it will take about three days for the emperor to recover. If there is any danger, you have to hold on."

Mo Qiang took a deep breath and sat up cross-legged, and let Yu Mu, who was like a limp corpse, lean against him.

Mo...is not as easy as it looks.

The strength of the Soul Sorrow he used was more terrifying than the Dark Soul used by Yu Mu.

Otherwise, the four tribes would not be scared away! Or if the four tribes really fought hard, even if they held on for another thirty breaths, they would be able to wipe out Yu Mu and Mo You!

The Life Pen was a last resort. Even if the two of them were to become one for a short period of time, it was still unknown whether their remaining lifespan and vitality would be enough to use the Life Pen again.

"Did you hear that?"

There was no response from Yu Mu.

But deep in his sea of ​​consciousness, deep in Yu Mu’s almost exhausted sea of ​​consciousness, the Heavenly Dao Tree gently shook its branches.

A green fallen leaf gently floated to the side of the inner demon space.

Mo then closed his eyes in peace, and for a moment he was as good as dead.

But outside the cave...it's not so peaceful.

Long Aotian and the Withered Bone Demon Lord looked at the Ten Thousand Souls Banner standing there with fear.

"Fellow Daoist Long, I will take my leave now."

The Skeleton Demon Lord seemed to sense something, and he smiled bitterly: "How the two clans are related is beyond our status, but I still hope that if we meet again one day, I can still fight side by side with Fellow Daoist Long and Fellow Daoist Yu Mu."

As he spoke, the Demon Lord of Withered Bones, the wise demon, stretched out his hand towards Long Aotian.

Maybe... it was the demons who reached out to the human race.

It's not an attack, but a gesture of goodwill.

There was no longer the disloyalty he had when he first got the opportunity in the cave.

"Of course."

Long Aotian nodded heavily, and he also stretched out his hand and held the hand of the Skeleton Demon Lord tightly.

"This encounter is enough for me to remember for the rest of my life. If we meet again, I will prepare some fine wine for you to drink with me, Daoist Ku Gu."

"Farewell."

"Goodbye."

When the figure of the Skeleton Demon Lord turned into a demonic mist and dissipated in front of Long Aotian, more than ten breaths passed and Long Aotian was still standing there.

The wind, still smelling of blood and turned chilly due to the influence of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, brushed across his unruly face and his hair.

Long Aotian said calmly: "Long Li, how long are you going to watch?"

"Ugh…"

A faint sigh was heard, and Long Li, along with eleven powerful human beings, slowly walked over from a distance.

"You guys probably just watched from the sidelines for a while. How is it? Does it look good?"

Long Aotian smiled with a crooked mouth. He did not hide the weak aura on his body. Instead, he looked directly at Long Li. Although he was looking straight at him, but... the feeling of looking down on him was very strong.

"Or are you, Long Li, disappointed that I fell into Yan's hands? Why, do you want to kill me here and take away my great fortune?"

"Good fortune lies with me. I am now at the end of my strength. Are you here to take it?"

A trace of panic flashed across Long Li's face, but also a hint of complexity.

He is obviously Long Aotian's cousin. When Long Aotian was a child, he pulled his sleeve and called him "brother" all the time.

But now, he could only kneel on one knee and lower his head to the lowest position: "I dare not...

Long Aotian's voice suddenly rose a few notches: "You'd better not dare!"

"The glory you are bathing in is given by the Long family and by me. You must know that you can take what I give you, but you cannot take what I don't give you. Do you understand or not?"

"Humble, understand."

Long Li knelt down and lowered his head even more.

The other geniuses also knelt on one knee, their hearts filled with fear of being conquered by the kingly aura and feeling ashamed in front of Long Aotian.