"Today is just to teach you a lesson and let you know the importance of cultivation. Don't make such a fool again in the future."
"The real war is about to begin. Our enemies this time are different from the previous ones, and what we have to face is not the same battle as before."
"Although the previous war between humans and monsters was grand, it was definitely not half as good as today!"
"If the Land of Gods really takes action by then, can we withstand it with our current strength?"
"I heard that those high-ranking gods also have sons of gods and goddesses, and they are all the unrivaled geniuses of the human race. When the time comes, let's have a clash and see who is stronger!"
Qilin Holy Son gritted his teeth hard, his fingers were clicking, and his eyes were full of determination.
Not to mention those peerless immortals, their enemies are the so-called sons of gods and goddesses!
If the two sides really fight, they will not only represent themselves, but the entire wild world and the entire demon clan!
Therefore, the battle at that time can only be successful and cannot fail. But now, the Dragon Saint Son still dares to paddle. Isn't that asking for a fight?
Holy Son Jiaolong wanted to retort, but when he saw Holy Son Qilin clenching his iron fist, he wisely kept his mouth shut.
"Drive on, drive on, don't disturb this holy son's rest, just stay where it's cool!"
The Holy Son of the Dragon pushed away the demon disciples in front of him and said harsh words before entering the room.
"Listen, this Holy Son has been practicing for a long enough time. What I need now is adequate sleep and rest!"
"No one is allowed to enter this room without my orders from the Holy Son, and don't call me for anything. Do you hear me?"
"I heard it!"
The demon clan disciple responded tremblingly.
"That's pretty much it, get away!"
The Dragon Saint Son slammed the door.
Looking at the warm and comfortable bed in front of him, Holy Son Jiaolong smiled so hard that he could hardly close his mouth.
After waiting for so long, it was finally time for me to rest.
"My dear bed, here I come!"
The Dragon Holy Son lay on the bed and closed his eyes in relief.
But the next moment, he opened his eyes again and looked around the room warily. He always felt that there was something wrong with the atmosphere in the room today.
No, everything seems to be coming from under the bed!
The Holy Son of the Dragon leaned down and wanted to check what was going on under the bed, but this sight almost sent him away.
I saw the faces of five big men exposed under the bed. They all looked at him with evil smiles on their faces, as if they were looking at their prey.
"Oh my god!"
The Dragon Saint was just about to resist, but his whole body was restrained by a formation.
At this time, not only could he not use his spiritual energy, he could not even make any sound.
Si Ming, who was wearing a black mask, tightened the formation again, and then Lao Wu in black directly took a sack and put it on the body of the Dragon Saint Son.
Afterwards, Lao Wu in black put the sack on his shoulders and followed the traces of the Space Avenue and teleported out of the house.
The little demon stationed outside the house seemed to hear something and turned around in confusion.
"Did you hear anything just now?"
"What?"
"It seems like there's a noise coming from the Holy Son's room. Why don't we go see what's going on."
"Where are you going? Are you crazy? Didn't you listen to what the Holy Son just said? What he needs now is a good rest, and no one should disturb him!"
"It's not like you don't know his temper. If it disturbs his sweet dreams, you'll be happy."
"Oh, that's right too."
The demon clan disciples calmed down and stood on guard again. This was the duty they had to fulfill.
In fact, if this matter were placed on other saints and saints, the two of them would go in.
But Holy Son Jiaolong's temper was really not very good. Whether it was towards Mark or them, he was like a powder keg that would explode at the drop of a hat.
For the sake of your own safety, it's better not to go in and make yourself miserable.
In a canyon in the wild world, there stood a terrifying figure, it was Lao Wu and others in black!
Lao Wu in black put the sack on the ground and opened the sack, revealing the head of the Dragon Saint Son.
Looking at the men in front of them who were wearing masks and looking fierce, a great sense of fear surged into the heart of Holy Son Jiaolong.
But even so, he still pulled his neck and roared.
"Who are you guys? How did you enter my holy son's room? Why did you kidnap my holy son here? What are your intentions?"
"Do you know who this Holy Son is? Do you know how much the Holy Lord values me? You guys still dare to kidnap me. You are really impatient!"
"Why are you still standing there in a daze? Why don't you let me go quickly? Do you really want to die?"
The Dragon Saint's mouth seemed to be hanging open and he couldn't stop at all.
But Ye Fan and others on the opposite side didn't pay any attention to this, but were talking to themselves.
"This guy has a pretty tough mouth. He probably wants to be beaten. Otherwise, let's teach him a lesson."
"No, no, I think it's too cheap to teach him a lesson. He just kept scolding us. At the very least, we need to twist his head off."
"No, no, it's too pleasant to twist off the head and let him die. We should chop him into pieces and let him experience Ling Chi's pain."
Ye Fan and others were talking to each other, and the Dragon Saint was frightened.
Brother, is this really okay for you? It’s really heartbreaking to discuss how to deal with yourself in front of you!
Not to mention that those methods are so terrifying that just listening to them can make your legs and feet weak.
Because Ye Fan and others had used spiritual energy to change their vocal cords in advance, the Dragon Holy Son simply didn't hear it.
"Okay, okay, let's stop talking here and let our Holy Son of Dragon make a choice. After all, he is the one involved!"
"Yes, yes, I'll give you a chance. Tell me how you want to die, so you won't have to say that we didn't give you a chance and your death will be unclear."
After hearing these words, Holy Son Jiaolong's heart instantly sank to the bottom.
It seems that he is really in trouble. He has met some desperadoes!
"You know that I am the Holy Son of the Dragon? Since you know, why do you dare to do such bold things? Are you really not afraid of retribution?"
"Hurry up and let go of me, Holy Son, and don't make yourself miserable again!"
"As the saying goes, keep a thin line in life so that we can meet each other easily in the future. You still have to leave a way out for you. Don't cut off your own way out. Otherwise, you will have no place to regret it."
If you look closely, you can see that the lips of Holy Son Jiaolong are trembling, but he still maintains the most basic majesty of a Holy Son.
After all, he is still the pinnacle of the younger generation of the demon clan. If he does this, he will be frightened to death, and he will not be able to see anyone if the news spreads.