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Chapter 628 Suppression
A serious look flashed in Kuiyu's eyes, because she was so much later than Zhang Ziyu in perceiving the demons of the remaining seven clans.

'I am afraid that he is the one who competes with Zhonglou. '

Before I could think about it, there were seven more people besides Wanren Gufeng, with different appearances, and none of them were weak.

"Kuiyu, what's the matter?"

In the lead is a white-haired old man with dragon scales on his face, dragon horns on his head, stern eyes, and a faint dragon-like face.

This is the Dragon Ghost King, the leader of the Dragon Demon Clan, the strongest one besides Kuiyu.

Kuiyu looked at Zhang Ziyu on the throne and said, "Ask him."

Her eyes fell on Zhang Ziyu, and she was already clenching her divine weapon, the Panchi Shenyun Spear, in her hand.

The eyes of the leaders of the eight major demon clans fell on Zhang Ziyu, all eyes were dignified and their faces were serious.

Everyone is not a fool, and the scene in front of them means that this strong demon is definitely not easy to deal with.

"I don't know which clan's master my lord is, but what happened to the Mo Zunlou and this place?"

The Dragon Ghost King asked in a deep voice, the demons respect the strong, and it is not rude to call Fa Zhang Ziyu an adult.

However, rather than being polite, they wanted to figure out what was going on inside. For example, what happened to this giant tree?

Wanren Gufeng is only a few hundred miles away from the well of gods and demons. If there is a change, it will not only attract the actions of the gods, but even the entire demon world will be blocked.

Zhang Ziyu moved his body, stood up, picked up the ax with his right hand, raised his eyes to glance at the eight people, and said, "It happens that the eight clans are all here, so let's talk about it."

He grinned, and with his Qilin Demon's arrogant appearance, he looked a little arrogant.

"Chonglou has already been sent away by me. As for me, Qilin Demon Zhang San, I will be Demon Venerable from today onwards. Do you eight clans have any objections?"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of Kuiyu and Dragon Ghost King darkened, especially the face of the old guy who had experienced some things in ancient times gradually turned ugly.

"You killed Mo Zunlou?"

"Almost, the old guy has an opinion?"

Zhang Ziyu looked at the Dragon Ghost King, and saw that his expression became more and more ugly: "Master Chonglou is the successor of Lord Chiyou, and he is the king of my demon clan. How dare you do that?"

"I know a lot."

Zhang Ziyu smiled, but his eyes became calmer: "Isn't it after Chi You, why does anyone have an opinion and put it forward together?"

"You are a Demon Lord, so why?"

Kuiyu's cold voice came, and he stared straight at Zhang Ziyu.

She was not a demon created by Shennong's lineage, and she didn't have much extra respect for Chonglou, a demon with noble blood.

On the contrary, she was more concerned about one thing, this person is definitely not a pure powerhouse like Chonglou, he must have another purpose in wanting to become the demon king.

"Submit or die."

With Zhang Ziyu's domineering answer, black flames rose up all over his body, and his animal pupils burst into breathtaking light.

The powerful momentum directly suppressed the faces of the leaders of the eight major demon clans. Except for Kuiyu, who was a little better, the rest of the people were under great pressure.

"Zhang San, I, the Asura Demon Clan, would like to recognize your status as a Demon Lord, but it is impossible for the whole clan to submit to you."

Mo Li, the leader of the Yaksha Clan at the side, withstood the pressure, released his aura, pulled back a bit, and said: "Not bad! Even the Chonglou didn't ask our eight clans to surrender."

The words of the two are actually the thoughts of the other six people. It is okay to respect the Demon Race Demon Lord together, but it is absolutely impossible to hand over the tribal ruling power.

"It's troublesome, let me down."

Zhang Ziyu swung the ax in his hand at the crowd, swept across, and charged straight at the eight people.

Kuiyu and the others' expressions changed, and they immediately parried, and the attack was very quickly blocked towards the ax blade.

"Boom"

As soon as the ax blade passed, the eight people joined forces to block it, but they could only block it for a breath of time, and then they were swept away by the domineering force and fell from the air.

Zhang Ziyu was condescending, looking at the distressed appearance of the eight people at the bottom of the mountain, and said slowly: "A man must know how to advance and retreat, or the eight major clans will change people."

He strode towards a few people, but before he reached him, suddenly a magic voice sounded, like a dream, like an illusion, directly hitting the soul, even the commanding envoys and magic generals like Xifeng in the distance fell into a mist.

"Do it, he is fascinated by me."

Gan Ying, the leader of the Gandapo Demon, shouted loudly to the leaders of the remaining seven clans to act. Without hesitation, the leaders of the seven clans broke out with their strongest strength and attacked Zhang Ziyu.

None of the leaders of the eight major demon clans was a fuel-efficient lamp, and they all had sixth-level strength in a flash.

The weakest of them belonged to the leaders of the two races of Gandapo Demon and Garuda Demon, but they were only in the middle stage of the sixth level.

The rest of the demon leaders are basically the late stage, the peak of the sixth order.

Kuiyu charged at the fastest speed, and the spear shot out like a dragon. The energy of his whole body gathered at the tip of Pan Chi's cloud gun, and attacked Zhang Ziyu's eyebrows.

Clang!
Like the sound of metal colliding, the tip of the gun was held by a big red hand.

Kuiyu's face darkened, and his eyes met Zhang Ziyu's smile: "Even a heavy building can ignore this power of confusion. Who gave you the confidence to charm me?"

Kuiyu's eyes turned hard, the tip of the spear turned, and he wanted to break through on the spot, wound Zhang Ziyu, and create a chance for himself.

It's just that when she exerted her strength, Zhang Ziyu's grip on the tip of the spear became stronger.

"Lie down well."

He pinched the tip of the gun, and there was a click sound, cracks appeared in the Pan Chi Shenyun gun, and then Kuiyu was thrown to the ground by him, and a big pit full of cracks appeared in front of everyone.

"Quiyu!"

Seeing this scene, the remaining Demon Race leaders couldn't help stepping up their offensive.

With their lips dead and their teeth cold, they don't want to lose any of their powerful combat power at present.

The attacks came to Zhang Ziyu one after another, one after the other more fierce and strange.

Each of the eight major demon races has their own abilities, which are also the basis for them to live and work.

But in the face of these methods, Zhang Ziyu still didn't dodge or dodge, and the unicorn demon body directly went up to it, clanging, and there was no injury.

I saw him swinging his axe, and every attack would definitely knock a leader of the clan into the air, causing heavy damage with one blow.

In just a few breaths, all the leaders of the Demon Race fell to the ground.

"It's not interesting, it's far worse than the old building."

"Containment"

Zhang Ziyu wanted to take him in, but he murmured in his heart, but he didn't want only the old guy, Dragon Ghost King, to be taken in.

"Did it repeat?"

He frowned, but it wasn't particularly strange.

Mimic fences don’t contain everything. Each race usually has one. Sometimes because of too much variation or different levels of strength, one more can be collected, but the number is not many.

Now only the Dragon Ghost King is taken in, which means that the others cannot be taken in.

"Then use the waste."

Zhang Ziyu's left hand had a shadow overglove, and he ordered in a cold voice: "Except for Kuiyu, pull them to the roots of the tree and supply the energy of the kingdom of shadows."

As the shadow gradually emerged on the ground, ten ghost-faced generals headed by Tara rose from the shadow on the ground and bowed respectfully: "Yes, master."

(End of this chapter)