Rewriting the Gods

Chapter 141: The Demon Saint Ji Meng comes again!

After Subhuti left, Zhunti looked towards the east with his eyes slightly narrowed. He thought that the human race was too strong and he didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse.

The powerful men at the peak of the Golden Immortal Realm include Haofeng, Suiren, Dachao, Zhisheng, and another one is Jiao Xuandu. These five people are all cultivators at the peak of the Golden Immortal Realm, and they are indeed not particularly powerful in the prehistoric world.

But the problem is that they are all cultivators of the younger generation, who have only been on the path of cultivation for less than a kalpa and have endless potential.

In just a few hundred thousand Huiyuan of time, they made rapid progress all the way and reached the Great Dao. After a kalpa, it was very likely that these people would become quasi-saints.

Among the powerful figures of the Western religion of the same period, the only ones who could be compared with them were Bai Lian, Maitreya, Ksitigarbha, and Subhuti, who were only barely on par with the human race.

The human race is indeed not strong nowadays, but after a few hundred thousand years, who knows?

Forget it, Senior Brother Taiqing has come forward. We can only wait for the catastrophe to come. No matter how the human race develops, if they cannot become saints, they will ultimately be ants. There is no need to worry!

The weak are chess pieces, the strong are also chess pieces!
But fortunately, by chance, the demon race was awakened. If the human race cannot be saved, then the demon race will be saved!
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The northern demon tribe, in Ji Meng’s palace!
Lu Ya slammed the table, his face full of anger, "How dare you! The human race is bullying me too much!"

"Thirty-seven demon gods and nearly four thousand demon kings were all slaughtered!"

"How brave!"

Lu Ya's face was filled with rage. After the last war, the demon clan didn't have much strength left, and now so many of them had been slaughtered by the human race!

"Weak human, I won't bother you, but you still dare to bother me!"

"Do you really think that my demon race is a soft persimmon?"

Ji Meng, who was standing by, immediately stepped forward and said, "Your Highness, I will fight and mobilize all the demons to get an explanation from the human race!"

"Show the power of our demon race!"

A trace of hatred flashed in Ji Meng's eyes. "Haofeng of the human race, you relied on the power of magic weapons to capture me in the past. I will remember this grudge. Today, I will settle this matter with you!"
Lu Ya showed a hint of hesitation on his face, "But, there is a saint behind the human race."

"The Saint should also be reasonable. Your Highness, this time the human race killed the demons of my demon race without reason. We went to the human race to ask for an explanation. How could the Saint blame us?"

Lu Ya's eyes lit up slightly. What he said made sense. This time it was the human race's problem. It was the human race that first caused trouble for our demon race. Even if the saint knew about it, he would not blame us.

Thinking of this, Lu Ya immediately slammed the table and said, "Come here, please invite Uncle Yingzhao, Uncle Shangyang, and Uncle Feilian to the Jimeng Palace to discuss matters!"

"Yes!"

A moment later, the three demon saints gathered in Jimeng Palace.

"Your Highness, what is the important matter for summoning us?"

Ying Zhao spoke first, and as soon as he finished speaking, Shang Yang and Fei Lian on the side also looked at Lu Ya.

Lu Ya's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, staring at the three demon saints in front of him and said: "My fellow uncles, my demon race's thirty-seven demon gods and four thousand demon kings have died at the hands of the human race. I wonder what you uncles think we should do!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of Ying Zhao, Shang Yang and Fei Lian moved slightly. The four of them naturally knew about this matter. Although the thirty-seven demon gods had left the demon clan, the four thousand demon kings were all under their command.

Shang Yang and Fei Lian looked at each other, then stood aside, watching their noses with their eyes and their hearts with their noses, acting as outsiders.

After a long silence, Ying Zhao, who was standing between the two men, said, "Your Highness, those thirty-seven demon gods have already left our demon clan. After the battle, they escaped into the void and are no longer part of the demon clan." "But those four thousand demon kings are from my demon clan!" Ji Meng said coldly.

"Ying Zhao, I remember that among the four thousand demon kings, many were under your command. They followed you, but now they are being slaughtered by humans. As a demon saint, are you doing nothing?"

"Or do you want to be a coward?"

After Ji Meng finished speaking, Ying Zhao fell silent. After a while, Ying Zhao shook his head and said, "Ji Meng, they were invited to the human flesh feast, and it was natural for them to be killed by the human race. I have warned my subordinates not to leave without reason and not to cause trouble."

"Since they chose to leave, it has nothing to do with me."

After a pause, Ying Zhao slowly said, "I am not the Demon King, nor the Demon Emperor. I cannot make the demons overpower the wild world and scare all living things. The wild world is too big and there are many powerful beings. There are too many living beings that I cannot afford to offend."

Ying Zhao looked at Lu Ya who was in the first place, "Your Highness, the battle in the last calamity completely extinguished my ambition to dominate the world. I wanted to retire with Bai Ze and live freely in the world, but I couldn't let go of your safety and the demons who followed me, so I came here."

"Your Highness, I am only an early stage quasi-saint. All I can do is to protect my little piece of land. For other things, I am powerless."

After Ying Zhao finished speaking, Lu Ya's face showed emotion. In a trance, he saw the scene of Uncle Ying Zhao taking the ten brothers to play in Tanggu. Time flies and the world has changed dramatically.

Lu Ya let out a long sigh, "Well, since Uncle Ying Zhao doesn't want to get involved in these things, then let's go back and guard the territory of our demon clan!"

"Thank you for your understanding, Your Highness!"

Ying Zhao bowed and then turned and left.

"Your Highness, I am powerless even though I want to!"

Ying Zhao had just left when Shang Yang and Fei Lian, who were in a trance, spoke at the same time.

Upon hearing this, Lu Ya's face suddenly changed and he looked at the two demon saints in front of him unwillingly.

Shang Yang and Fei Lian simply ignored Lu Ya's gaze, secretly disdainful in their hearts. The Demon Emperor and the Demon King were both gone. If it weren't for these old guys, the entire demon clan would have been scattered. How could a mere Daluo Jinxian be considered a demon clan prince!
If they didn't miss the old times, they wouldn't even bother to do these superficial things.

"Shang Yang, Fei Lian, have you forgotten the kindness the Demon Emperor showed you in the past?" Ji Meng on the side shouted angrily.

The two Demon Saints glanced at Ji Meng and had no intention of paying any attention to him. They are all Demon Saints, so who do you think you are?
He just bowed to Lu Ya again to show his determination.

"Then you can go too." Lu Ya waved his hand.

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them turned into a stream of light and disappeared. For a moment, only Lu Ya and Ji Meng were left in Ji Meng Palace.

"Forget it, Uncle Ji Meng. My demon clan is not what it used to be. These demon kings will die if they die." Lu Ya said with some disillusionment.

Ji Meng, who was standing by, also had an extremely ugly expression on his face. After hearing what Lu Ya said, Ji Meng immediately said, "Your Highness, don't be discouraged. This is not just temporary. With Your Highness here, our demon race will surely rise again one day."

"As for the human race's affairs, if the three of them don't go, I will go!"

"Four thousand demon kings, no matter what, the human race must give an explanation!"

(End of this chapter)