"King of Yi Ren, do you want to die?" Upon hearing the word "evil breed", Ye Wuxin's eyebrows instantly turned cold.
"You two, what are you doing? Don't forget that we are holding a meeting of hundreds of tribes this time." At this moment, Sword Martial Saint also flew up.
Seeing the Sword Martial Saint, Ye Wuxin restrained himself a little. After all, he could see that that being had a close relationship with the human race.
"Let's go." Ye Wuxin turned around and said hello to Yi Feiyu before continuing to fly towards the meeting place of the demon clan in the square below.
From the beginning to the end, Yi Feiyu lowered his head. No one could see clearly the look in his eyes at this time. However, when he passed by King Yi Ren, a flash of light flashed in King Yi Ren's eyes. He clenched his fists tightly with the intention to kill, but in the end suppressed the intention to kill and did not dare to take action.
The Yiren King turned around and looked at the people flying down, and then he couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness in his heart. He had no choice but to lose the perfect opportunity to kill Yi Feiyu just now.
"Brother Ye, long time no see." Seeing Ye Wuxin coming down, the orc Martial Saint said hello, but his eyes still glanced at Yi Feiyu from time to time.
"Giggle...Brother Ye is indeed worthy of his reputation. My little sister is really convinced." came a soft and watery female voice. She was dressed in blue, with some scales on her forehead, and her skin was slightly bluish. She looked very coquettish. She was the water tribe. The master, Lan Haiying.
Immediately afterwards, the strong men and kings of the Yan tribe, the Sen tribe, the Tu tribe, etc. also greeted Ye Wuxin one after another. Facing the recognized number one force and the number one dog-leg powerhouse, everyone was very respectful.
Half an hour later, when everyone was reminiscing about old times, Sword Martial Saint stopped everyone.
"Everyone, please return to the high platform where each tribe is located. The conference will begin soon."
Soon, everyone around the square returned to the area where their respective races were, and Ye Wuxin flew to the high platform where the central giant sword was, and met with the human swordsman, Xuan Yue and the Netherworld Zongwu who was shrouded in a black cloak. Saint stood together.
"Brother Jian, where is the Supreme Master?" Ye Wuxin asked through a message.
"The Lord has something to do. Let us tell everyone about it first. He will be here soon." Sword Martial Saint responded.
"Everyone, you must be very curious as to why the Hundred Clans Conference, which has not been held for nearly a thousand years, has been restarted again this time?" Sword Martial Saint said slowly, his voice spreading to every corner.
"For thousands of years, hundreds of tribes have been attacking each other, and countless people die every year on the battlefields of hundreds of tribes. Why is this?"
"Resources, everyone wants to become stronger, and becoming stronger means obtaining more resources. Ever since the ancestor of our clan, the Sword God, entered the endless sea of stars and disappeared, there has been no Martial God in the Hundred Tribes Continent for thousands of years. Everyone. Don’t have any ideas?”
Having said this, Sword Martial Saint paused, and then looked at Ye Wuxin.
"Brother Jian is right, Martial God, what a desirable realm. I have been at the peak of Martial Saint for more than three hundred years, and I have made no progress so far. In a few hundred years, I will become the same as those ancestors. A cup of dust.”
"I'm not willing to accept it. Which one of you here hasn't gone through a lot of hardships to reach your current state? Are you willing to accept it?" Ye Wuxin shouted loudly.
Everyone present looked at each other, and they seemed to have heard some hidden information from the two of them.
"Ye Wuxin, have you found a way to break through the Martial God?" someone shouted excitedly.
There was an uproar at the scene, and everyone was shocked.
Ye Wuxin pressed her hands, and everyone gradually became quiet.
"Don't get excited, everyone. I will continue to talk about the God of War later. Now let me say one thing first, which is related to the fate of our Baizu Continent." As soon as Ye Wuxin finished speaking, a small red figure flew above his head. stand up.
"Hey, what is this?"
"It looks like a butterfly."
"No, it's a person. It's strange that there doesn't seem to be anyone like this among the hundreds of tribes."
Everyone looked at Xiaodie in confusion.
"Shenjun." Ye Wuxin nodded towards Xiaodie.
Xiaodie understood and waved her little hand in the air, and a huge projection screen suddenly appeared in the sky above the square. The screen showed a world different from the Baizu Continent. It was the demon world that Xiaodie had shown Ye Wuxin before.
"Everyone should be able to tell that this is not the world of hundreds of tribes. This place is the Demon Realm. These races that look somewhat similar to our Demon Clan are called Demon Clan." Ye Wuxin said slowly.
"Wow..." everyone exclaimed.
"The main purpose of holding this conference is related to the Demon Clan. The Demon Clan was connected to our Hundred Tribes Continent tens of thousands of years ago..." Ye Wuxin began to introduce the basic situation of the Demon Clan.
After a long while, the meeting place was silent, and everyone was still immersed in shock. The words Demon Servant, Demon General, Demon Commander, etc. first shattered their views. They and others were not even Demon Servants. When they heard that Now that the demons have appeared in Baizu Continent, the fear in everyone's hearts is palpable.
"Brother Ye, if that's the case, what should we do? Where is this secret realm?"
"Yes, they are so powerful, how can we be opponents?"
Everyone who came back to their senses asked.
"Ye Wuxin." At this moment, the Yiren King stood up.
"The demon clan and the demon clan are so similar. I wonder what the relationship is between you?" King Yiren asked coldly.
"There is nothing to hide. Among the demon clan, you just saw that your Shura clan is the ancestor of my demon clan." Ye Wuxin said.
"No wonder they are so similar. The only difference is that they don't have tails."
"Hahaha, Ye Wuxin, what's your plot? Could it be that you want to trick all of us into that secret realm and unite with your ancestors to harm us?" King Yiren sneered.
"King of Yiren, use your brain. If I really want to harm everyone, why bother holding a meeting? I can just quietly contact them first. When the teleportation array starts in a year and the demon army comes, what will you do? Come to resist?" Ye Wuxin said.
When everyone heard this, they thought it made sense. King Yiren's expression changed and he sat back again without saying anything else.
"The strength of the people in that secret realm that can suppress the demons is at the realm of the God of War at most, and there won't be too many of them. As long as we unite as one, we may not have no chance."
"The most important thing is that these demons can allow us to break through to the Martial God Realm."
"That's what I've said. Those who are willing to participate will stay. If you don't want to, forget it. You can leave slowly without seeing them off. But don't be jealous afterwards." Ye Wuxin said while looking at the powerful men from all races on the high platform around him.
"What Brother Ye said is absolutely true. Internally, although we have many conflicts, it is now related to the safety of the entire Hundred Tribes Continent. The demons are ferocious and will not care about the life and death of our Hundred Tribes. Once they really appear, what awaits us will be miserable. This time, please share the same hatred." Sword Martial Saint said, cupping his hands towards the Western Zhou Dynasty.
"I'm participating." A figure stood up, it was the Beastman King.
"Hahaha, I am already on my deathbed. Now that I have a chance to break through to the Martial God, why not die?"
"I, the Water Tribe, will also participate."
"The Flame Clan..."
"Wind Clan..."
After a while, the entire venue was excited. Those sitting here were not stupid people. Not to mention the temptation of breaking through the Martial God, if the demons really appeared, they would also perish, so it was better to fight now.
Ye Wuxin and others also breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this scene.
"Moo..."
At this moment, a cow's cry came from below the high platform, and Niu Er, who had been sleeping soundly under the high platform, slowly stood up.
Immediately afterwards, several figures also flew out from the Sword God Sect. They were Dongfang, Xiao Longnu, and Mengmeng riding on a black dog.
"Miss Dongfang, Miss Long." Sword Martial Saint Ye Wuxin greeted quickly.
"Daoyi is back." Dongfang Bubai nodded.
Everyone present looked at the new people who appeared in confusion, and seemed to feel that Ye Wuxin and the others seemed to respect them very much.
"Who is that?"
"I haven't seen it before. It looks like it should be a human race."
"It's strange, that cow..." The Beastman King looked at the giant cow under the high platform with some doubts. The blood in his body actually trembled a little at the cry just now.
Just when people were suspicious, the sky in the distance was filled with rays of light, and a powerful aura came from the horizon.
Under everyone's gaze, a figure slowly appeared in the air, looking down at all living beings. At this moment, everyone felt a sense of awe in their hearts.
"Meet your Majesty." Ye Wuxin and others on the high platform saluted quickly.
“……”
This gift shocked the surrounding tribes for the first time. Who is this person? How could he be like this even in the night?
"I have found the secret realm of the Eastern Continent." Li Daoyi's voice came slowly.
Only then did Ye Wuxin and the others realize that the Lord came late to determine the location of the secret realm.
After saying that, Li Daoyi slowly fell from the sky.
"Oh, there are a lot of people." Li Daoyi said looking around.
"Sir, all the tribes have basically arrived except for some martial saints who stayed behind." Ye Wuxin said.
"Well, get ready and divide the people into ten groups. We will set off for the secret realm in three days." Li Dao nodded.
"Yes." Ye Wuxin, Sword Martial Saint, Xuan Yue responded quickly.
"Soul breath... Are you the Martial Saint of Netherworld Sect?" Li Daoyi then looked at the cloaked man aside.
The Netherworld Sect Martial Saint, who was shrouded in a cloak, nodded.
"If you practice too much with your soul, you will be punished by the underworld after your death. You should take care of yourself."
After saying that, Li Daoyi nodded to the Dongfang people and flew away from the giant sword platform.
After Li Daoyi and others left, everyone looked at Ye Wuxin, wanting to hear his explanation as to who this stranger who suddenly appeared was.
"The Supreme Lord just now is an existence that surpasses the Martial God. This is also the reason why I have the confidence to hold a meeting of hundreds of tribes this time." Sword Martial Saint said.
"Beyond the Martial God..."
"No wonder I can't see through his cultivation."
"When did our Baizu Continent have such a strong person?"
"The new warrior god of the human race?"
"The aura just now was terrifying, indeed surpassing that of a Martial Saint."
The scene immediately became excited, and people began to talk about it. Li Daoyi, who had just arrived at Sword God Mountain, also raised the corner of his mouth, and a large number of points were recorded in his account.
