Seeing that the Sanskrit sounds were useless, Tao Yao felt an unbearable pain in her temples.
No wonder Huangnu knew that Fanyin was still alive, but she still entrusted her with the responsibility of revitalizing the demon clan. She knew best that the demon clan had produced a group of unreliable monsters in the past.
It was for nothing that when she left the Tao family, she made a clever guess that the Immortal insisted that she go back to Youdu with Fanyin because she was afraid that Fanyin would provoke the demon clan to cause trouble when she came back. As a result, the Immortal was relieved that she came with Fanyin.
Youdu, because he was convinced that Fanyin's fight would not create much commotion.
Yeah?
It seemed like that, but she always felt that something was not quite right.
Taoyao looked at Fanyin again, staring at him without blinking: "Sanmao'er, did my master say something when he played chess with you?"
"He said -" Fan Yin suddenly caught his voice and shook his head with a guilty conscience, "The poor monk promised Mr. Taohua not to tell."
Tao Yao curled her lips: "So, my master has indeed made an agreement with you?"
"..." Fanyin's expression cracked for a moment.
Is it impossible to continue acting?
"Let's go, San Mao'er."
"ha?"
Taoyao rolled her eyes at the stunned Fanyin with disgust. She didn't ask further questions because she was sure that Fanyin wouldn't tell her. But there were some things that she couldn't understand unless he told her.
She stepped forward and walked into Youdu. Fanyin came back to her senses and followed quickly.
"San Mao'er, a thousand years ago, did all the demon clans live in Youdu?"
Fanyin shook his head: "No."
"Um?"
The Sanskrit sound evoked a faint smile recalling the past: "Thousands of years ago, the demon tribe was very prosperous, and there was no place within the Three Realms that they could not go to. For example, my king loves running to Langfeng, and like Zeyu, he lives mostly in Chongquan."
"Is that the big demon who invited you to eat fish and drink wine?"
Fanyin curled his lips: "It's just a dragon that can't walk well."
This tone... Taoyao thought thoughtfully: "Isn't it your lover?"
Fanyin immediately exploded: "Nonsense!"
I'm so excited, I'm afraid it's true.
"I understand, I understand~"
But Fanyin refused to let Taoyao fool him: "The poor monk and the roly-poly are innocent. The female donor must not talk nonsense."
"A roly-poly? Haha..." Taoyao laughed heartily, "Who is so talented and picked such a good name?! Sanmao, if you have the chance, you must let me see how he walks."
"..."
The quiet capital in winter was silent, except for Taoyao's laughter, which was loud and clear. She suddenly stopped laughing and looked into the distance. Among the dead branches and leaves, there was no little demon.
"San Mao'er, where is that tumbler now?"
If she could survive, she might be able to find a way to save her. With the love demon by her side, she might be able to call on Fanyin to help.
However, Fanyin whispered: "He is dead. After my king died, the demon clan was defeated like a mountain. Gods and humans traveled across the three realms and captured the entire demon clan to Youdu.
The gods stood in the clouds, watching the human cultivators strip the demons to their bones and cramps, and cut open their bodies to remove elixirs. Among the four demons behind my king, Ze Yu was the first to die."
Tao Yao wanted to ask again, but suddenly her heart twitched like an electric shock, and the exquisite mirror flew out of her sleeves and stood up in the air: "Little demon, you are really lying to me!"
"Hiss—" Tao Yao grabbed her chest, trembling all over in pain.
The mountain master became even more angry: "You said you were going to Tao's house to steal the demon pill, but you haven't been seen for a long time. I called you again and again with the exquisite mirror, but you turned a deaf ear. Little demon, this time, no matter what you say, I will do it."
Kill you!"
Although Tao Yao was in terrible pain, she still tried her best to retort: "Master Mountain Master, we must be reasonable when we talk. When did you call me with the exquisite mirror?"
The mountain master suddenly lost his anger and said coldly: "You little demon who is used to talking nonsense, I will never listen to your sweet talk again. Today, I will kill you to set the record straight!"
As the mountain master finished speaking, Taoyao felt that her heart was about to be crushed. When she could hardly hold it in any longer, she heard a cold snort from the Sanskrit sound, and the afterimage of the pheasant in the exquisite mirror was instantly shattered into pieces.
The broken mirror fell into the snow.
Then, the sound of Sanskrit music was raised, and the sound was so loud that it could reach the entire Youdu: "I have returned, why don't you come and see me quickly?"
Within a quarter of an hour, maybe half a quarter of an hour, the monster beasts from Youdu rushed over from the sky, or from the withered ice and snow, at a speed that was jaw-dropping.
Moreover, the large number of monsters also made Tao Yao very amazed. In less than half an hour, in the lonely sky, there was actually a majestic and spectacular scene with thousands of monsters coming to pay homage.
Tens of thousands of little demons lined up in a regular matrix at the border of Youdu, and they all knelt down and worshiped the Sanskrit.
This situation, and the so-called mourning party held by the owner of Pheasant Mountain in Yangchang Mountain, are really nothing compared to the big one.
From this it can be seen that the Youdu is not completely devoid of fierce monsters such as jackals, tigers and leopards, but it is just because they can't bear to see a pheasant becoming king and hegemony, so they hide away.
Seeing the opportunity, the mountain owner took the lead and rushed to the front with fluttering wings. He bowed and knelt before Fanyin. With a chicken face, half worried and half flattering, he tried his best to raise his voice and said: "Yu Rui leads all the demons in Youdu to kowtow to Lord Fanyin."
Fanyin frowned, thought for a long time, and asked, "Who is Yu Rui?"
"..." The mountain master hesitated, but did not lose his composure. Instead, he licked his face and said, "Master Fanyin has been away from Youdu for a long time, so he can't remember who the little demon is. In the past, the little demon often walked around Master Huangnu."
When the pheasant mentioned something, Jing Fanyin suddenly realized: "I remember, you are the little pheasant who serves Huang Nu."
"..." The mountain master couldn't stop laughing.
Not only that, the ferocious monsters who came to worship the Sanskrit also grinned with disdainful sneers.
For these powerful monsters, it is an extremely uncomfortable thing for the monster clan to be lonely and have a pheasant dominate the huge Youdu.
However, if a pheasant is not the master of the mountain, who should be? There is no great demon in Youdu. It makes no difference whether it is a pheasant or a tiger.
Sadly, the pheasant cannot see the undisguised sarcasm on the face of the ferocious monster.
There was even a hint of displeasure in its eyes because of Sangyin's words.
For thousands of years, Pheasant has been the master of the mountain. Youdu knows that the little monster in the past of the mountain master, Feng Fei Ling Jiao, has surrendered to it and respects it every day, fearing that Pheasant will forget who he is.
Pheasant raised his paws, tilted his head slightly forward, and said in a low voice: "Well, Master Fanyin, the little demon has now become the master of all demons. Please, Master Fanyin, please save some face for the little demon in front of others."
Fanyin is a Buddhist monk, but he is not a vegetarian monk who eats food and chants Buddha's name. When he heard what the pheasant said, he sneered mercilessly: "It's true that there are no tigers in the mountains, and the monkey is the king. It's a pity that you are not even as good as the monkey."
.”
This sarcasm made the pheasant's eyes turn red and he stood up to resist.
idiot!
Before Pheasant had time to attack, Fanyin raised his eyebrows first, and the so-called Lord of Demons was instantly thrown away. His wings, feet and half of his body were embedded in the ice, leaving him alone.
A chicken butt is dangling in front of people.
Fanyin snorted coldly: "Lord of all monsters? Hehe, you are not even the king of all beasts."
There was a burst of laughter.
The monsters looked at the pheasant with eyes full of understanding and hatred.
Taoyao also laughed heartily.
Fanyin's eyes darkened and he said coldly: "Is it funny?"
One sentence, four words, said without emphasis at all, but each word was clear and went straight to the heart of the demon. The laughter suddenly stopped, and then in the huge border of Youdu, only Taoyao and the demon were leaning forward and backward with laughter.
But those little demons were lying on the ground, their livers and gallbladders were split with fear, and they shouted tremblingly: "Master Fanyin, please calm down."
"Ahem." Fanyin closed his sleeves and whispered to Taoyao, "Female donor, please save some face for this poor monk."
"oh."
Fanyin flicked his sleeves, conjured a chair out of thin air, and sat down on it. Taoyao sighed inwardly that this guy was so good at putting on airs, and walked cooperatively behind Fanyin and stood still.
Fanyin glanced at the tens of thousands of little demons with cold eyes: "I heard that in the past thousand years, you little demons have only been slaughtered by human cultivators?"
This question made all the little demons, who were already scared, lower their heads.
Tao Yao didn't bother to curl her lips, but this guy had the nerve to ask like this. No matter how bad the little monsters were, they would at least have the courage to give their heads to be killed.
What about him?
After living in the underground of Tao Family and being autistic for nearly a thousand years, he actually returned to Youdu and started talking nonsense.
It's enough.
However, who calls him a great demon? In the face of absolute strength, if there are doubters, he will end up like a pheasant.
The little demon's silence made Fanyin's face darken. He choked and yelled: "Speak!"
The poor little demons could only answer pitifully: "...Yes."
After receiving the answer, Fanyin slapped the armrest of the chair angrily: "Do you know why you are the only ones to be slaughtered?"
"I don't know."
The tone of Fan's voice became colder, and the guy half-raised his chin and said in a very sanctimonious tone: "The so-called big demons are also trained from small demons step by step, and then they can achieve the glory of the prosperous age. But you are hiding in Youdu.
In these one thousand years, have you ever tried hard to practice?"
Probably not, because the heads of the little demons were almost buried in the snow.
On one side, after a difficult struggle, the pheasant finally wanted to pull out, but Fanyin's fingertips flicked the pheasant back out of the snow.
"If no demon can answer me, then I will kill the little pheasant first."
The poor pheasant was so frightened that he didn't even dare to move his buttocks.
Even so, no one dared to answer.
Tao Yao sighed, the more the Sanskrit sounds in his heart were like this, the less demons would dare to speak.
When everything was silent, a vulture flew to the front and saluted respectfully to Fanyin: "Greetings to Master Fanyin, please allow the little demon to explain something to everyone."
When Fanyin heard this, he looked unkind and raised his hand to attack the vulture. Taoyao hurriedly grabbed Fanyin's sleeve and said softly: "Sanmao, this is my mother, give me some face."
"Dear——" Fanyin was shocked, "Female donor, has the poor monk been away for too long? When did the demon race degenerate to the point where even vultures can only give birth to sand sculptures?"
Tao Yao lowered her face: "What happened to the sand sculpture? Why do you look down on the sand sculpture? The sand sculpture eats you? The sand sculpture depends on you to support it? Sanmao, do you believe that I asked the master to give you three hairs back?!"
Fanyin immediately raised the corner of his mouth and looked at the vulture very kindly: "You are a brave little monster, tell me."
Seeing the friendly voice of Fanyin, the vulture's posture became more and more respectful: "Returning to Master Fanyin, nine days before the immortal ascended to heaven, he not only killed all the big demons in the demon clan who had transformed into adults, but also gutted all the big demons and survived.
The little monsters are either stupid people who cannot be transformed, or incompetent people who cannot survive the catastrophe of adulthood.
It’s not that the little monsters don’t want to make progress, there are also some little monsters who have dared to take revenge on the human world in recent years, but the monster clan is so weak that it is on the verge of death, and the little monsters really have lost all hope.”
As expected of her own mother, she was able to talk eloquently in the face of Sanskrit music that was leaking murderous intent. What she said was reasonable and well-founded, and she didn't flinch at all.
"Go on."
The vulture raised his eyes slightly: "Lord Fanyin, I can't help but live up to the great reputation the demon clan once had, but you are different. You were once the powerful and capable general beside the demon king.
Now that you can return to the Monster Clan, why should the Monster Clan worry about never being revived? Xiaoyao implores Master Fanyin to take the Monster Clan’s justice as the first priority and lead the Monster Clan to save the shame of a thousand years of blood.”
With that said, the vulture turned around and asked the group of little Sese demons loudly: "Today, the demon clan has Master Fanyin, and the demon clan's thousand-year hatred finally has hope of revenge.
Little monsters, let us together implore Master Fanyin to lead the monster clan, reorganize the Youdu, re-establish the monster clan, and kill mortals to avenge blood——"
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