Monster Editor: I can create evil gods

Sensing the gaze of the black-robed man, Su Ziyu was slightly stunned, and he wanted to open his all-seeing true eyes to check at the other party, but he thought that if the other party was really the ancient patriarch, then he would be disrespectful to people by doing this as a junior.

After all, grandpa and the ancient patriarch are still old friends.

"Huh... It turned out to be you little one. An

old voice came from under the black robe, but there was a hint of unconcealable excitement in his tone.

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and when asked what he had been doing in the past few years, Su Ziyu just gave a sloppy look.

During the casual chat, Su Ziyu found that the black-robed man seemed to be particularly concerned about the cause of the death of the Su shocking family, but he also expressed the tragic fate of the Su family, and in the end, only a junior was left.

While the two were chatting, the butler also successively introduced representatives of the other two families.

Then, under the leadership of the butler, several representatives of the Warlock family also got to know each other.

Patriarch Feng was wearing a warlock's robe and was short, but his eyes were hidden with fox-like cunning.

As the patriarch of the Feng family, Feng Li can be described as a pillar-like existence.

Although he was only one meter and five meters, no one would ignore the old man's demeanor at the Warlock Assembly thirty years ago.

At that time, Feng Li single-handedly monopolized all the awards of the Warlock Conference, and thus allowed the little-known Feng family to successfully enter the Warlock family.

Although he is now old, no one dares to underestimate this newly promoted family.

About ten years ago, several second-rate warlock families wanted to join forces to overthrow the Feng family, but they did not expect to be killed because of this.

Feng Li personally took action, slaughtered several second-rate families all over the house, the whole family, did not leave a single mouth alive, and even grabbed women and children to use as materials for black magic experiments.

His ruthlessness also made many warlock families dare not fight the Feng family's idea again.

The other fat old man sitting opposite Su Ziyu was the patriarch of the Ogu family, Ao Guyao.

This fat old man always had a smile on his face, and Su Ziyu had heard his grandfather say that Ao Gu Yao of the Ao Gu family was a smiling tiger and should not have deep friendship with him.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that the Su family was so downtrodden that they could only send a junior to the party."

After making small talk, Feng Li looked at Su Ziyu, sneered, and mocked mercilessly.

For Feng Li's inexplicable hatred, Su Ziyu was also clear.

When his grandfather was still alive, this Feng Li had lost twice under his grandfather, so after his grandfather died, the first person to come and fall into the well was Feng Li.

Indifferently shrugged, Su Ziyu simply did not bird Feng Li, but turned around and talked with Ao Guyao.

Ao Guyao is a personal essence, although he is a junior in front of him, he still fully expresses his kindness, and seeing Feng Li deflated, the smile on his face becomes more and more intense.

The five warlock families have always been intrigued, and everyone wants to become the first in the warlock family and monopolize the entire warlock power.

Unfortunately, until now, the five warlock families were still in the stage of confrontation.

Seeing that Su Ziyu dared to directly dismiss himself, Feng Li blew his white beard, and he was about to teach this junior a lesson right now.

At this moment, the butler stepped forward again respectfully and said

, "Distinguished guests, Patriarch Weng has been waiting in the restaurant upstairs for a long time.

Hearing this, Feng Li's furious aura converged, snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and left the living room first.

He was followed by a smiling Oguyao.

The black-robed man glanced at the butler, then got up and followed a few people.

Finally, there was Su Ziyu, who put his hands in his pockets and walked at the back.

For the strength of these warlock families, Su Ziyu actually had a guess in his heart.

Compared to those mysterious organizations or evil god churches that are hidden in the world, the combat effectiveness of the warlock family is generally not very strong.

When his grandfather died, he was a high-level powerhouse of Hui Yue.

Su Ziyu also didn't know that after so many years, none of these old immortal patriarchs had broken through the Hui Yue, obtained divinity, and promoted to the Eternal Flame Sun.

However, even the Eternal Flame Sun level was still crushed compared to Su Ziyu, who had entered the immortal level now.

Therefore, Su Ziyu's mentality to participate in this mysterious gathering was still very stable.

Walk down the spiral staircase to the restaurant on the second floor, where a long table is placed in the center of the huge dining room.

On the throne sat an old man in a loose warlock cloak, the scribbled skin on his face almost sticking to the bone, aging a little out of shape.

That old man is the initiator of this gathering, the owner of this ancient castle, and the current patriarch of the Weng family, Weng Yilie.

As the oldest warlock family, Weng Yilie is already very old, so old that when you see him, you can't help but speculate, worried that this old man will be quiet in the next second.

"Huh... Are you all here? Weng

Yilie's cloudy old eyes swept over everyone present, pressed his hand, and motioned for several people to sit down.

The old man's powerful aura calmed down several representatives, and for a while no one spoke loudly, but quickly found his place and sat down.

Weng Yilie very thoughtfully placed cards with family names on their respective places.