"What? Are you angry from embarrassment? Or do you think you feel very shameless after being hurt by my grandfather once?" Upon hearing this, Zhuo Yifan had a sarcastic sneer on his face.
The Demon Clan Saint Ancestor was silent for a moment, then chuckled: "Are you trying to anger me? Aren't you afraid that I will kill you in a rage?"
"If you wanted to do that, could I still talk to you here? I'm afraid you would have taken action long ago, right?" Zhuo Yifan said with a sneer.
"You are very smart!" The Demon Clan Saint Ancestor chuckled, and then said slowly: "Then do you understand why I didn't rush to kill you?"
"You don't dare!" Zhuo Yifan narrowed his eyes and explained calmly.
"Don't you dare?" The Holy Lord of the Demon Clan suddenly burst into laughter, then slowly stretched out his right hand and pointed in the direction of Zhuo Yifan.
A sudden fear emerged in Zhuo Yifan's heart, and he subconsciously wanted to avoid the other party's instructions. Unexpectedly, his whole body seemed to be petrified, and he was frozen in place without any control. In an instant, his
My heart sank to the bottom.
With the evil wind in the right hand of the Holy Lord of the Demon Race, a ball of black demonic energy shot straight towards Zhuo Yifan. The moment it hit Zhuo Yifan, he was knocked to the ground.
Zhuo Yifan felt his internal organs churning, and he held a breath in his abdomen. He finally lifted it up, but a large mouthful of blood came out.
"I appreciate your intelligence and your own strength. But I don't like your cleverness. Don't say that I don't dare to kill you, and wanting your life is just a matter of my thoughts!" Demon Clan
The Holy Ancestor said with a sneer.
Zhuo Yifan climbed up from the ground with difficulty. The moment the demonic energy entered his body, almost all his bones fell apart. Fortunately, the fire spirit energy resisted a considerable part of the attack power, otherwise he would not even be able to survive.
There was no possibility of standing up.
"How is it? Doesn't it taste good?" the Demon Clan Saint Ancestor asked with a smile.
"It's okay, what do you want to do?" Zhuo Yifan gritted his teeth and hummed softly.
"Do you know why I appeared here today?" The Demon Clan Saint Ancestor asked.
"How do I know?" Zhuo Yifan said angrily.
"Because three of my clones were destroyed by you within a few days. I have become very interested in your strength. You know, even the top master wants to destroy my clones.
, that is also impossible. But you did it!" The Demon Clan Saint Ancestor asked slowly.
"I think you know the answer very well in your own mind. Why bother asking again and again?" Zhuo Yifan said with a cold snort.
"Yes, I do know that you are a fire spirit body, and I also know that the fire spirit energy in your body has the effect of suppressing the demonic energy. I just want to confirm! Is this really the case?" Shen, the Saint Ancestor of the Demon Race,
asked in a voice.
"That's right. This is the answer you want. No matter how many of your clones you have, I can take care of them all!" Zhuo Yifan explained with a cold snort.
"It seems that your existence is a huge threat to me. Judging from your current strength, you are only one step away from the stage of becoming a god." The Saint Ancestor of the Demon Race said thoughtfully.
"What? Are you tempted to kill me? If you kill me now, you don't have to worry about this problem!" Zhuo Yifan said with a sneer.
"You are right!" the Demon Clan Saint Ancestor said coldly.
"But you still have no intention of taking action. What are you worried about? In other words, what are you afraid of?" Zhuo Yifan sneered confidently.
The Holy Lord of the Demon Race suddenly fell silent and did not answer Zhuo Yifan's question. It seemed that Zhuo Yifan's question had already hit the point.
"I said, I appreciate your intelligence, but I don't want you to be smart!" The Holy Lord of the Demon Clan suddenly snorted, and with a wave of his hand, a second strong wind hit Zhuo Yifan head-on again.
As expected, Zhuo Yifan was hit by the opponent's strong demonic energy again and was knocked to the ground.
The feeling this time was even worse than the last time. Zhuo Yifan only felt that his body suddenly tightened, and his whole body was in unbearable pain as if millions of ants were biting him. But he
But he gritted his teeth and didn't even hum. But this time he tried to get up, but it was obviously very difficult. He tried, but failed again and again. He could only crawl on the ground, breathing heavily.
gas.
"Have I been right? You still don't dare to kill me!" Zhuo Yifan gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain in his body, but a sarcastic smile appeared on his face: "I'm afraid you just asked me that question,
Not only do you want to prove how your three clones ended up! What you really care about is how likely it is to kill me. Or, in other words, how much price you have to pay if you really want to kill me!"
The Holy Lord of the Demon Clan was silent this time. After a long time, he slowly said: "You are right. The Fire Spirit Qi is indeed the nemesis of our Demon Clan. But now you are still young and rely on you.
My own meager behavior does not pose much of a threat to me. Even if I kill you now, I will only damage a little bit of my vitality!"
"In that case, why are you talking so much nonsense?" Zhuo Yifan snorted disapprovingly.
"Do you really want to die?" the Demon Clan Saint Ancestor asked in a deep voice.
"Are you still planning to let me go?" Zhuo Yifan asked with a sneer.
The Demon Clan Saint Ancestor was silent for a moment, and then slowly said: "I can give you a way out. But you must agree to my conditions!"
"Conditions? What do you think is the probability of success if you negotiate terms with me?" Zhuo Yifan chuckled disapprovingly.
"Perhaps you can think about it. My conditions will not cause any loss to you, nor will they have any bad effects." The Demon Clan Saint Ancestor explained calmly.
"Then tell me!" Zhuo Yifan hesitated for a moment, then said slowly.
"It's actually very simple. As long as your grandfather can promise me to open the gate of the barrier and let me successfully return to the demon world, it's not impossible for me to let you go!" The Holy Lord of the Demon Race explained calmly.
"Boundary gate? Are you talking about space nodes?" Zhuo Yifan asked, squinting his eyes.
"That's right. The man from the Long family has agreed to my request. But his condition is that he let me help them and deal with your Zhuo family first! I have no interest in the grievances between you.
I want to leave this damn place quickly!" The Demon Clan Saint Ancestor explained disapprovingly.
"Then you should know that even if the old immortal of the Long family agrees to you, he can't rely on himself to fulfill his promise to you. The space nodes have always been jointly guarded by the four major families. And the old immortal of the Long family and I are respectively
Grandpa has imposed a seal and a ban. Even if he agrees to you, as long as our Zhuo family does not agree, he will not be able to do it!" Zhuo Yifan said with a cold snort. He suddenly understood why the Holy Lord of the Demon Tribe did not dare to do anything to him.
He started. He was afraid of his grandfather. On the one hand, he was afraid of being chased by his grandfather, and on the other hand, he was also worried that he would stay in this interface forever and would not be able to return to his original interface.