The Sovereign of the Nine Realms

Chapter 2213 Trends of various races!

Chapter 2213 Trends of various races!
Ling Hantian weighed it in his heart, and now the top few powerhouses of them have all been severely injured.

King Yinyun and the others are less than one out of ten in combat strength, so they must first recover to their peak state.

"Okay, master, then I'll lead everyone there, it's almost here."

The scale demon nodded, not only them, but even Ming Luo and the others were severely injured, and the overall combat effectiveness was extremely poor.

Now I'm afraid it's just a virtuous emperor and strong man, and everyone can't deal with it.

"Mei'er, don't worry, I will definitely deliver the Black Blood Demon Lotus to you."

Ling Hantian patted You Meier's fragrant shoulder.

This woman has been loyal to him all the way.

Just now, to save him, he sacrificed his youth.

So no matter what, he wanted to let You Meier recover.

"Brother Ling, thank you."

You Mei'er turned around, and when she turned her head, her face was already covered by a mask of devilish energy.

She didn't want Ling Hantian to see her old face.

"Why do you do this? If I were a mortal, I would be an old man at my age."

Ling Hantian shook his head slightly, but he didn't stop You Meier, and then looked at everyone.

Everyone gathered together, and led by the scale monster, everyone drove the battleship to the destination.

At this time, the horned demon army gathered, and under Yemoto's order, led by five virtuous emperors, the army marched to the Demon Dragon Plain.

On the other side, on an unknown mountain peak, here is the headquarters of the troll clan.

It is rumored that this mountain peak was transformed by a god-level troll, and it has stood in the demon world for an unknown number of years.

The entire troll tribe is not separated from other places like other demon tribes, but gathered together.

The trolls are naturally tall, but this also has a disadvantage.

The disadvantage is that the reproductive ability of the trolls is very poor.

Therefore, the entire troll clan, not even [-] members, all gathered in this troll mountain range.

Of course, it has been passed down for countless years, and the troll race is not unique to this place.

In other barren areas of the devil world, there are still some weak trolls.

The huge buildings are more than ten times taller than ordinary buildings.

Occasionally, there are trolls running in the mountains, and there are waves of thunderous vibrations.

On the highest peak of the Troll Mountain Range, a huge palace sits here. The sight moves into the palace, and several trolls are discussing in the hall.

"Moldo, how is the situation of the three holy sons of our clan?"

A troll opened his mouth. Although they had shrunk their bodies, they were still tens of feet tall, with a huge aura, and their cultivation was extremely powerful.

The trolls in the hall are all Xianhuang-level cultivation bases.

Among them, the one sitting at the top is a troll who was cultivated in the late stage of the Empress Xian.

This is Moko, the troll lord of the troll clan, and the entire troll clan is under his rule.

And the Mordo he asked was Moro's father.

"My lord, Mo Luo has been severely injured. Now Master Ye Qianying is retreating to attack the limit of the Xianhuang. We cannot ask him for the blood of the devil."

"In addition, because of his power to escape from the pursuit of the Xianhuang strongman, he lost too much vitality. If he doesn't think of a way immediately, I'm afraid he won't be able to wait for the adult to leave the level."

Moldo sighed, Moro was severely injured, and it can be said that he only had one breath left.

Thinking of Moro's tragic situation, Mordo's heart was full of killing intent.

"Damn Nether Race, I will definitely not let them go!"

"Okay, stop complaining. Moro's situation is urgent. He is the most promising genius of our clan to break through to the god realm. We must find a way to save him."

Mo Ke waved his hand, he didn't want to destroy the Nether Race.

It's a pity that after tens of thousands of years of fighting, the Nether Race has not been exterminated.

"In the current situation, I'm afraid the only option is to send people to the Sea of ​​Burial Demons to take the risk of finding the Black Blood Demon Lotus."

A powerful troll looked at Mo Ke, "My lord, is there really a Black Blood Demon Lotus in the Burial Demon Sea?"

The Sea of ​​Burying Demons is a restricted area of ​​life in the demon world, and it is extremely dangerous.

Although it is rumored that there is a black blood demon lotus among them, it is a rumor after all.

"Of course there is. When I was young, my grandfather once told me that his grandfather was severely injured and his vitality was almost exhausted. He found a black blood magic lotus for treatment."

Mo Ke nodded with certainty, he was the only one in the clan who knew about this matter.

But whether the Black Blood Demon Lotus is such a pervert, he is not very sure.

But right now, he can only pin all his hopes on the Black Blood Demon Lotus.

"That should not be too late. I am willing to go to the Sea of ​​Burying Demons myself and find the Black Blood Demon Lotus for my son."

Mordo stood up excitedly.

He's betting big on Moro.

Now that I heard that Mo Luo still has a ray of life, I am very happy.

"No, Moldo, you are one of the strongest forces in our clan right now."

Mo Ke stopped Moldo's actions, "My lord is retreating now, and it is at a critical moment. If an enemy comes to attack and destroy your lord, causing damage to your lord, our family will not be able to bear your lord's anger."

Slightly pondering for a moment, he looked at a strong mid-stage Xianhuang.

"Moses, you lead Moyena and Mojo to find the Black Blood Demon Lotus."

"As you order, king."

The three virtuous emperors stood up and respectfully accepted their orders.

Immediately, he flashed out of the hall and went to perform the task immediately.

And in the Kunyuan tribe of the Nether tribe, in the mountainside deep in the forbidden area.

A man with a strong figure but weak breath was panting heavily.

In the belly of the mountain, there were still a few powerful Empress Xian, standing aside respectfully.

After waiting for the burly man to rest for a while, he recovered his breath before looking at the people in the cave.

"These damned things hurt Xiao'er like that. Fortunately, Xiao'er left a soul in the clan land, and with the consciousness of the demon god protecting him, I came to rescue Xiao'er."

"Chief, although you have condensed your soul for the Holy Son, but the Holy Son does not have a divine body, and this soul will dissipate soon. Why do you waste your vitality so much?"

A strong man in the stage of the Empress Xian frowned and looked at Luo. In order to gather Xiao Xiao's soul, Luo's cultivation almost fell to the stage of the Empress Xian.

The Nether tribe has always been in dire straits, such behavior is very detrimental to the Nether tribe, and they don't understand why Luo still does this.

And it took a lot of effort to rescue Xiao Xiao, because Xiao Xiao is the holy son approved by the demon god, and there is no difference between a condensed divine body and a waste.

In a sense, what Luo did was not worth the loss.

Therefore, in the eyes of everyone, Luo did this out of selfishness.

"Don't worry, I know what's in my heart, King Ren, you go and ask Minggu to take two strong men from the early stage of the Xianhuang to the Sea of ​​Burying Demons, and look for a black blood demon lotus to come back."

Luo gave them a reassuring look.

Xiao Xiao is not only his child, but also a genius son of the Nether clan who may break through the divine realm.

He placed great expectations on Xiao, if someone from the Nether tribe can break through to the divine realm, they will be able to remain undefeated in the Demon Realm.

(End of this chapter)