Fortune Teller

Deep in the dragon's lair.

Bauhinia Dragon Lord opened his eyes and looked into the distance.

"The Phoenix Clan has returned to the world? It's really a good time. Now that the major ethnic groups have too much time to take care of themselves, how can they think about competing for territory. It seems that the Phoenix Clan can occupy a large area in at most a hundred years."

"Long Zun, those foreign sages act domineeringly and kill ethnic groups at every turn. Emperor Ming is not afraid of confronting them?"

A Dragon Clan Venerable asked curiously.

"Will not."

Bauhinia Dragon Lord shook his head slightly, "Not to mention that the Phoenix Clan just occupied some useless territory, even if there is really a conflict of interests, those outsiders will not take action easily. After all, behind her is the Hundred Saint Mountain."

The origin of Emperor Ming was known to Dragon Master Bauhinia hundreds of years ago.

"Of course, those foreign sages will not do nothing. They must at least give her a blow to avoid causing trouble in the future."

A smile appeared on the lips of Bauhinia Dragon Lord, "Aoshan, the Phoenix lineage has reappeared in the world. We should congratulate you. It's up to you to take a trip! By the way, you can find out the details of the foreign lord."

"As commanded."

The Black Dragon Lord turned and left.

…

At the same time, Gu Xiuyun's second avatar was walking in the depths of the void with a leisurely expression. Besides the black-striped golden dolphin, there was also a red phoenix that was practicing with its eyes closed.

"Counting the time, the Phoenix Clan's founding celebration will start soon, and it's time for us to set off. Akabane, how is the blood of the demon god going?"

The red phoenix quickly opened its eyes, transformed into a human form, and bowed, "Reporting to senior, the little demon has refined most of the divine blood, and the power of the bloodline is close to the peak of the ninth level."

"So fast??"

The black pig glanced at the other party, his nose slightly arched, as if he didn't believe it.

"Aka Yu has been practicing for tens of thousands of years, and the power of his bloodline is already strong. Coupled with the profound Taoism, it is not surprising that he broke through from the middle of the ninth grade to the peak of the ninth grade in half a year."

Gu Xiuyun said softly, "Fellow Minghuang is rebuilding the Phoenix Clan. Now is the time when we are short of manpower. Chi Yu, are you willing to go?"

"As a descendant of the Phoenix, the little demon has ten thousand wishes, but the Zen sect..."

Fear flashed in Emperor Chiyu's eyes.

The Zen sect is so powerful that it can be called the ten most powerful sects in the realm of heaven.

Not to mention Zen Heart Zhenzun, Zang Xiang, Ling Yun and others...the twelve guardian demon gods alone have frightened countless forces.

Emperor Akabane came from Zen Buddhism, so how could he dare to stay in the realm of demons and gods?

When the demon guardian god comes to visit, even Emperor Ming may not be able to stop him, let alone him.

"Don't worry, I've already made an agreement with the Zen Sect. As long as you don't go to the Moro Realm, they won't cause trouble for you."

Gu Xiuyun said calmly.

Emperor Akabane's eyes suddenly lit up.

…

A few days later.

The demon god realm roared loudly, and streaks of colorful light circled the void.

When the Phoenix Clan is rebuilt, it is natural to invite all the heavenly forces to announce it to the world. Those who participate in the celebration are equivalent to accepting the existence of the Phoenix Clan and coexisting with each other from then on.

Boom! Boom! Boom! !

A few bells rang, and auspicious clouds floated in from the distance. On top of the clouds stood a black horse with one horn, except for its four white hooves.

"Greetings to Demon Lord Wutiao."

Birds all over the sky spoke respectfully.

"Fellow Taoist Wutiao has come across the border. This little girl is honored." Emperor Ming, dressed in red robes, stepped forward to greet him.

"Fellow Daoist Ming, you don't have to be polite. You and I are both under the command of Baisheng Mountain. Rebuilding the Phoenix Clan is a great joy. How can I not come to congratulate you?"

Wutiao Demon Lord flew out of the clouds and turned into a human form, with only a single horn remaining on his forehead.

At this time, the bell rang again.

Another figure arrived from the distance.

Emperor Ming turned his head to look, but his expression turned gloomy.

"Kong Xiang? The Six Worlds of the West are actually here too," Demon Master Wu Tiao said with a strange look on his face, "Fellow Taoist Ming, I am afraid this person is coming with bad intentions, so you should be more careful."

"Thank you fellow Taoist for reminding me."

Emperor Ming's eyes flashed coldly.

I saw a pair of broad wings behind the figure in the distance. The wings were colorful and extremely beautiful, but the face showed unruly and arrogance.

"Millions of years have passed, and it's really rare that a venerable figure emerges from the Qinghuang lineage." The figure in the distance glanced at the Phoenix clan with disdain on his face, "It's a pity that a bastard will be a bastard after all. The ancestor of the Phoenix clan The land is the Chiyang Secret Realm, and you don’t even dare to take back the ancestral land, so what qualifications do you have to rebuild the Phoenix Clan?”

"No matter how unqualified I am, I am still much better than a coward like you."

Emperor Ming responded coldly, "The colorful peacock broke away from the Phoenix lineage millions of years ago and established its own business. What is it doing now?"

While talking, divine power surged in the void.

The two venerables had secretly competed with each other. Fortunately, they knew how to measure and did not use too much divine power, so it did not affect the people below.

…

Colorful light lingered, and figures came from a distance, including the ninth-grade ancestors and the venerable ones.

Of course, there are only a few venerables.

The Phoenix clan's reappearance in the world is a big event for the Demon God Realm, but in the entire endless void, it seems a bit insignificant.

Wu Ti had a good relationship with Emperor Ming and was under the command of Bai Sheng Mountain, so he came across the border.

As for Kong Xiang...it's more of a spoiler than a congratulation.

In addition, the Dragon Clan and the Black Turtle Clan have also arrived one after another. Now that external forces are disrupting the realm, all the demon clans are complaining, so naturally they will not go against Emperor Ming.

They even hoped that Emperor Ming could face off against a foreign sage and fight to the death.

…

Half a day later, the Phoenix Clan celebration officially began.

Countless birds surround the sky, from black crows to colorful luan birds, every kind of bird is dancing in the void.

Show your dancing skills to the world.

Since the demise of the Phoenix Clan, the Feiqin lineage has not seen such a grand scene for a long time.

"Fellow Daoist Ming, I heard that there are turbulent undercurrents in the Demon God Realm today. You should be careful and don't be plotted by others."

Wutiao Demon Lord looked around and reminded secretly.

"Fellow Taoist, don't worry. My little sister is from the Hundred Sacred Mountains after all. Whether it's Bauhinia Dragon Lord or those forces hiding in the dark, they will all be wary of her. The real trouble is Kong Xiang."

Emperor Ming sent a message. .

Wutiao Demon Lord nodded slightly.

Indeed, even if the Dragon Clan, Black Turtle Clan, and external forces make any moves, they will not do so openly. They will not look at the monks or the Buddhas. Suppressing the Ming Emperor is tantamount to dealing with the Baisheng Mountain.

There are five true masters behind Baisheng Mountain. Who dares to provoke them easily?

The Colorful Peacock, on the other hand, has always had a grudge against the Phoenix Clan, and is more likely to take action.

The Colorful Peacock was originally a descendant of the Phoenix Ancestor, and occupied a high position in the clan, second only to the Phoenix Divine Beast. Later, the two lines fought and fought each other for a long time. Finally, the Colorful Peacock broke away from the Phoenix lineage and established its own branch.

The Phoenix clan was destroyed, and the colorful peacock was also one of the driving forces behind it.

"Kong Xiang has been enlightened for 200,000 years and has profound cultivation. Fellow Taoist Ming, you should be careful." Demon Lord Wutiao warned through a message.

Emperor Ming nodded slightly.

Sure enough, midway through the celebration, a harsh tearing sound came from the void in the distance.

I saw a colorful peacock leading a large number of bird clan demon emperors to escape from the sky. Each demon emperor was filled with a strong blood aura, and their strength vaguely reached the ninth level.

Phew!

A long cry.

The colorful peacock soared into the sky, with colorful lights flashing all over its body. Its fierce bloodline enveloped the void like an emperor, showing a faint provocative attitude.

The next moment, the cries of birds continued to sound all around, and even the music of the celebration was suppressed.

…

"What is this doing??"

The human cultivator behind Xu Zhen looked confused.

"The human race has human rules, and the demon race also has its own rules." Xu Zhen looked up at the sky, "As the king of birds, Phoenix naturally has to accept the challenges of the birds in the world. Only the most powerful divine bird can be qualified to rule. All parties.”

"After the Phoenix Clan was destroyed, no one among the birds in the world would submit to anyone else. Naturally, there would be no king. But now that Emperor Ming has rebuilt the Phoenix Clan and united the hundreds of clans, the status of the King of the Bird Clan is very important."

"Senior Minghuang is rebuilding the clan. There is no powerful demon emperor in the Feng clan. Do you want senior to take the stage by himself?"

The human cultivators behind Xu Zhen all showed worried expressions.

For hundreds of years, Emperor Ming has been in charge of the Demon God Realm, and has helped the human sects several times, and has long been the sect's backer.

The Phoenix Clan's humiliation is equivalent to the Human Race's sect being humiliated.

…

"Fellow Ming Huang, you should know the rules of the bird clan. In order to rebuild the Phoenix lineage, you must also accept the challenges of the bird clans. Only by defeating hundreds of clans can you be qualified to become the king of the birds."

Kong Xiang said softly, "Of course, you don't have to accept it, but in this case, the name is not justified. In the future, we should not call it the Phoenix Clan. It would be more appropriate to call it the Ming Royal Clan."

"Since I have decided to rebuild the ethnic group, I am fully prepared." Emperor Ming shouted lowly.

A phoenix beast covered with purple flames emerged from the ground. Its body was a hundred feet long, its broad wings were stretched out, and its violent aura filled the void.

"Ninth-grade Demon Emperor??"

Kong Xiang's expression condensed slightly, and then he sneered, "The power of blood is quite pure, but it's hard to say how strong it is!"

The words fell.

The colorful peacock's whole body is shining brightly, and the original rules and bloodline magical powers blend together, covering millions of miles of void.

The Baizhang Phoenix breathed out fierce flames and blocked the colorful light, without losing any momentum.

Phew!

A long cry.

The colorful peacock fights with the phoenix.

Forces from all sides sat on both sides and watched indifferently.

Other forces would not interfere in the fighting of the Bird Clan, and could not interfere. Even the several sages of the Bird Clan seemed to be watching from the sidelines.

The king of birds can only be the phoenix and the colorful peacock.

Because only these two tribes are the direct descendants of the ancestor of the Phoenix, for hundreds of millions of years, the birds in the world only recognized the Phoenix and the Peacock.

No matter how powerful other ethnic groups are, they cannot be kings.

Take the Black Eagle Clan for example. Over the past billions of years, countless sages have been born. Who can become the king of the Bird Clan? not a single one.