Starting with the Magic Absorption Technique: I swept through the fantasy world.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, everyone can see everything.

Everyone had their own answer, but this answer could not be shared.

"White Tiger, are you worried about the Emperor?" Nightmare asked, looking at the dazed White Tiger.

Xuanwu looked deeply at Baihu. When his gaze turned to Xiaocheng, Xuanwu was also pondering something.

Xiao Cheng, who was being watched by Xuanwu, didn't say anything, and his appetite had been declining sharply recently.

It seemed that in the entire sea of ​​consciousness, only Nightmare was completely unaware of anything.

Nightmare reached out to examine the White Tiger, but was stopped by the Black Tortoise.

"Nightmare, some things are better left unknown."

Xuanwu's warning was very effective, and the nightmare did not continue.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Mu and Bai Xuanyue had arrived at the Demon Clan's Snake Mountain.

Snake Mountain is not a single mountain, but a collective term for a region.

This area boasts numerous mountains and rivers that meander around them, creating a lush and vibrant landscape.

It's not like its name suggests, as if a powerful serpent lives there.

Long ago, this place was called Musk Mountain because there were many musk deer here. Later, the Demon King of Ten Thousand Demons settled here and felt that the name "Musk Deer" sounded too weak, as if the Demon King was easy to bully. So, it was changed to the current Snake Mountain.

And this Old Demon King is the Old Demon King.

In his heyday, he conquered all directions and was a man of great integrity. He commanded tens of thousands of tribes, and out of respect, the demons added the word "ten thousand" before the Demon King's name.

Later, the newly enthroned demon king also used the title of the King of Ten Thousand Demons, and this senior was given the title "old" by someone who added "old" before "King of Ten Thousand Demons".

It now appears that all of this old Demon King's titles were added by others.

Although Snake Mountain is still lush and green, and the landscape remains intact, things have changed. After several generations of demon kings, the demon race has split and scattered, and few people come to Old Demon King Wan's place anymore.

But the moment Wang Mu's feet touched the ground, he was attacked; the danger had only just begun.

"You're from the Martial Arts Sect?"

"No, I am Wang Mu from the Linghai Sect."

"Linghai Sect?" The little demon circled around Wang Mu, looking him up and down and Bai Xuanyue beside him.

"I remember that all the members of the Human Race Spirit Sea Sect should have black hair."

The little demon still didn't quite believe Wang Mu.

"The rapid progress in cultivation is also due to the significant change in appearance caused by cultivation."

Wang Mu's words were concise and to the point.

"What brings you here to see the Demon King Wan?"

The little demon remained vigilant.

Suddenly, someone shouted.

"Wang Mu, prepare to die!"

It seems everyone prefers to take action without saying a word.

Another person arrived, interrupting the conversation between Xiao Yao and Wang Mu, and directly slashed at Wang Mu with a sword.

Wang Mu swung his right arm and then pulled it back, the movement was very crisp. The little demons watching from the side couldn't help but sigh, this is not fighting, it is clearly dancing.

With two sharp clangs, the opponent's sword broke in two.

"Do you demons all like to fight first?"

Wang Mu frowned slightly, somewhat displeased.

At first glance, it looked familiar; the other person was dressed in the attire of the Wendao Sect.

"From the Wendao Sect? What's your name?"

"Hmph, the Wen Dao Sect does not change its name or surname, but the Feng Gui Dao."

Wang Mu felt the name was somewhat familiar, so he pondered it. Bai Xuan Yue, who was beside him, said, "Feng Tian Dao of the Wen Dao Sect. We fought before."

When Bai Xuanyue reminded him, Wang Mu couldn't bring himself to make a sarcastic remark, "Your child is already so big."

Feng Guidao could tell at a glance that Wang Mu was indirectly cursing him.

"Wang Mu, weren't you so arrogant? Is this all you've got?"

"Let's see how you leave here alive today."

With a cold laugh, Feng Guidao shouted, "Wang Mu! I didn't say anything when you killed my brother for your own selfish desires, but the Demon Lord Qiongqi went so far as to kill the old Demon King Wan and even gave you his demon core in order to please you."

“That’s ridiculous. What does your brother’s death have to do with me? And what does it have to do with the demon Qiongqi?” Wang Mu retorted.

Wang Mu became alert, realizing that the black jade was actually the demon core of the Old Demon King Wan.

The black jade had been in his hands for several days, and during that time there had been no news of the death of the Old Demon King.

not good!

There are spies!

Wang Mu suddenly remembered that someone had mentioned coming to see the Demon King Wan, and everyone else had agreed.

Now, the only way to clear up the misunderstanding is to hand over the Black Jade Demon Core.

But Feng Guidao seemed to have anticipated Wang Mu's next move. Pointing the short sword at Wang Mu, with tears in her eyes, she said generously, "What? Are you here again to return the demon core? Are you trying to pretend you know nothing again? Humph! Disgusting! Hypocritical!"

"Don't think no one knows that the day Qiongqi brought the old demon king's demon core to you, and he was very affectionate with you. You even gave him a hair."

Feng Guidao glared at Wang Mu and said, "Don't tell me that I'm just making things up here."

Many people witnessed what happened that day, but since they were in the air at the time, no one else knew what the two said. Any explanation they gave would be utterly inadequate. Wang Mu was caught off guard and speechless for a moment.

Seeing that Wang Mu was speechless after being rebuked, Feng Guidao's words carried even more weight, exploding like thunder among the demons.

"Wang Mu, die!"

"What a trash emperor!"

"That hypocrite, who actually conspired with the Demon Lord to kill my old Demon King Wan and slaughter several tribes of my demon race."

Wang Mu felt like he had been led by the nose all along; it turned out that everything before was a setup.

Wang Mu felt a buzzing in his head as he wondered when he had entered this situation.

He came here to discuss an alliance, but with so many demons present, the alliance seems hopeless.

Everything depends on Feng Guidao's mouth; he's stirring up trouble here.

But Wang Mu couldn't make a move; if he did, he would definitely have to kill someone to silence them.

Wang Mu then said, "Feng Guidao, everything you say is just your own opinion. You can say whatever you want just by touching your lips. What evidence do you have?"

Wang Mu's words made many demons uneasy, but their doubts vanished the next moment.

"Yes, when the Demon Lord slaughtered several tribes of the demon race and several cities of the human race, Wang Mu was among those who helped him."

Wang Mu immediately retorted, "Nonsense, I was in seclusion cultivating at the time."

Wang Mu regretted it as soon as he finished speaking.

Yes, seclusion—no one can prove whether you are truly in seclusion.

Feng Guidao sneered, "Everyone should think about it. Since Qiongqi became the Demon Lord, he has killed every sect except the Linghai Sect. All of this, when combined, clearly shows that Wang Mu of your Linghai Sect colluded with the Demon Lord Qiongqi!"

"You two, one with the red face and the other with the white face, have manipulated the world at your fingertips. What excuse do you, Wang Mu, have to offer?"

Meanwhile, Feng Guidao continued to add fuel to the fire, cutting off all of Wang Mu's escape routes.

"So what if you break my sword? My Wen Dao Sect follows the demon race because the old Demon King Wan was upright and honorable throughout his life, unlike you, the so-called emperor, who uses evil and heretical magic. You are a hypocrite, bah!"