I Am The Demon Emperor Kunpeng

The first thousand seven hundred and ninety chapters: Spirit tribe makes trouble!

Kunpeng laughed: “The magic box is also useful in this seat, why should I give it to you? Besides, it is for the spirit race to serve you, not for this seat.”

Ji Meng said with a shy face: “But I am serving you, the boss. Without a magic box, the mining of spirit jade is very unsafe. Besides, if the spirit jade is mined, you have many means to obtain it, which is equivalent to, I use the magic box to serve the boss indirectly.”

“It makes sense.”

The footsteps outside the door were getting closer.

Kunpeng wanted to remove the barrier barrier and quickly escaped.

“Boss, Magic Box…”

But Kun Peng really disappeared this time, and he never gave Ji Meng an affirmative answer.

Ji Meng sighed and whispered: “The magic box, I really need it. Moreover, if there is no magic box, if the magic box comes down, or send someone to inspect and find that the magic box is missing, I am afraid that all of my spirit clan leaders will be destroyed. Kill, then I can’t be your patron of Yinge either.”

But without any response, he knew that Kunpeng had really left. As for the magic box, he can only continue to let Zhu Qian contact Yin Ge to see if he can get it back.

Zhu Qian also tapped the wooden door lightly at this time.

He sat back in the chair and recreated the previous sculpture appearance: “Jin.”

As soon as Kunpeng escaped from the Echo Sound Pavilion, Yingge’s guards came to report to He Yunlong: “Elder Chief, it’s not good. Nearly a hundred people from the Spirit Clan have already flown towards my Sound Pavilion and are about to encircle Yinge.”

“So fast?” He Yunlong was also surprised, and asked the guard to immediately notify the others to prepare for protection.

He himself hurried to the back room: “Master, do you want to inform them and send someone over?”

Kunpeng also had some headaches, Ji Meng, he had just taken control, he was not convinced at first, now let him come to Baoying Pavilion, I am afraid it will be a bit difficult.

He couldn’t kill Ji Meng because of his negligence this time, right? Then who should he call for the backstage of Yin Pavilion?

“Without notice for the time being, this seat is here, can’t you protect Yinge’s comprehensiveness?”

He Yunlong was speechless and hurriedly laughed: “Yes, I forgot, Master is here.”

“Go ahead, deal with it carefully and try not to conflict.”

“Okay.” He Yunlong went out to deal with the spiritual cultivator, in fact, he was still a little bit worried. Can’t afford to conflict, is it possible?

Kunpeng immediately communicated with Jimeng with thoughts: “The spiritual monk is now looking for trouble with Yinge. You, the backstage, don’t do anything?”

“What, so soon, who is it?” Ji Meng was talking to Zhu Qian, and Kun Peng’s voice suddenly came in his mind, and he was frightened immediately. He finally understood that Kun Peng wanted to control him, not just talking.

“You don’t know who belongs to your spirit race. You can figure it out. If Yin Pavilion is no longer there, there is no need for you to exist.”

After the communication, Kun Peng couldn’t be sure that he would come forward to Baoying Pavilion, after all, he did not force him to come. Moreover, he also wanted to see if Ji Meng would take the initiative to come to Baoying Pavilion.

Suddenly a crackling sound was heard outside, and it was obvious that the Spirit Clan monk had attacked the building of the Yin Pavilion.

With a frown, Kunpeng had to temporarily transform himself into the image of Ji Meng, hoping to frighten the spirit race monk who was making trouble.

However, before going out, he still stuck his consciousness out to check the situation, only to find a figure hurriedly flying in the distance.