Waste only needs a system, I am strong only by myself

The Crooked Mouth Spirit King stepped forward.

"Demon Lord Shura, I have long admired your name!"

"I am the Ancient Spirit King."

The long-haired young Demon Lord Shura, still standing where he was, spoke.

"I am the Lord Shura!"

The Crooked Mouth Spirit King was taken aback.

this person...

What's the meaning.

I am not deaf.

"Hello, I am the Ancient Spirit King."

The long-haired youth was unmoved.

"I am the Lord Shura!"

The Crooked Mouth Spirit King frowned.

So freaking weird!

Introduced myself three times.

Is this the tradition of Moxiu saying hello?

perhaps……

There are other meanings here?

"As expected of a demon cultivator!"

"Style is always unpredictable."

At this time.

A boy with pale skin and no blood appeared.

Drive away the Demon Lord Shura like driving away a fool.

"Silly Shura, don't scare the palace lord's distinguished guests!"

"Go, go, pee over there and play with live mud!"

The pale boy let out a creepy smile.

"I'm sorry, dear guest, don't argue with him. This Demon Lord Shura's mind was broken in the last fight against the famous sects of the Haotian Continent. He is now delirious and will only repeat this sentence back and forth."

"Let's go, I'll take you to the Wanmo Palace to meet the Palace Master."

The Crooked Mouth Spirit King was speechless.

Good guy.

I had a conversation with a fool for a long time.

Although I thought so in my heart, what was said in my mouth was something else.

"It's a pity that this Asura demon lord, who looked like a mighty general, was destroyed in the hands of those hypocritical and decent people."

The pale boy sighed, "Who said it wasn't."

He spoke in front while leading the way.

"I'm not afraid of you laughing when I say it."

"Now the righteousness is in power, all laws are contending, and the old has been constantly innovating for thousands of years, and it is a thriving scene."

"And our demon cultivators have not thought about making progress for nearly a thousand years, sticking to the old ways passed down from our ancestors, and one generation is not as good as the next generation."

"In the battle with decent people, I have been losing ground."

The pale boy smiled wryly.

"Now... our demon cultivators can only retreat into this extreme northern land where the environment is extremely harsh and the spiritual energy is thin, and we can barely survive."

"We demon cultivators, even under the siege of decent people, are dead, stupid, and crippled."

"Hey, it's broken."

The tragic meaning in the boy's words made those who heard it cry.

"Your Excellency, the temperament is extraordinary at first glance, and it may help us change the status quo."

The Crooked Mouth Spirit King pondered.

The magic cultivator of this era is actually mixed up like this?

This is too miserable.

No wonder you let me in as an outsider so casually.

It turned out that I was regarded as a life-saving straw.

But a lean camel is bigger than a horse.

No matter how miserable Moxiu's current situation is, it is better than my current situation.

The Crooked Mouth Spirit King let out a bewildered smile.

Only in this way can I better control the overall situation and incorporate Moxiu when necessary.

"very good!"

"Everything is going according to plan."

Then he looked around and asked the doubts in his heart.

"Where are you taking me?"

The pale young man walked on his own.

"I said go to Wanmo Palace to see the Palace Master."

The Crooked Mouth Spirit King was even more puzzled.

"To Palace Master Sword, why did you take me down the mountain?"

"This is obviously the way I just came up."

The pale young man stopped in his tracks, froze, showing a sorry expression.

"Oh, sorry, I took the wrong way."

He paused.

"During the siege by decent people last time, I was seriously injured and lost my sight."

Crooked Mouth Spirit King: "..."

Sure enough, it was stupid, stupid, and crippled.

Isn't there a normal person in this magic cultivator?

"Sorry, I'll just correct the direction."

The pale boy adjusted his direction with difficulty and brought the crooked mouth spirit king to a dilapidated palace.

He wiped his cold sweat, as if he had gone through a difficult battle.

"arrive!"

"Let's go in, all the elites of our magic cultivators are waiting for you inside."

The crooked mouth spirit king walked in full of expectation and saw the scene inside, his face was shocked.

This……

Is it the demeanor of the contemporary elite magic cultivators?

Really shocking!

The dilapidated palace on the outside has a cave of wonders inside.

There are holes everywhere, leaking wind and snow, and it is even more dilapidated, making it impossible to imagine that this is the place where the Palace Master lives.

A group of so-called magic cultivators...

Each is missing an arm or a leg.

Some sat on the ground, some squatted on the ground, some lay on the ground, and some sat on the ponytail.

If it wasn't for the crooked mouth spirit king to know in advance that this is the base camp of the demon cultivator.

I thought he was coming to the Association for the Care of the Disabled at this moment, and in front of him was a group of disabled warriors.

"It's so miserable."

The Crooked Mouth Spirit King cast his eyes on the only figure sitting on a chair in the palace, a purple-haired girl.

"This person should be the master of the Wanmo Palace."

"It turned out to be a lady?"

Feel the hot eyes around you.

The Crooked Mouth Spirit King cupped his hands.

"I'm the Ancient Spirit King, it's a pleasure to meet you all!"

The palace lord on the chair waved his hand and stood up.

"Don't be rude, take your seat for the distinguished guest."

"Take my throne quickly."

The palace lord casually took out a ponytail and sat down quietly.

An elite demon cultivator with a broken leg bounced the chair to the crooked mouth spirit king.

"Please sit down."

The crooked mouth spirit king's mouth twitched.

This chair has long and short legs, and it's wobbly. It's really uncomfortable to sit on.

but……

He was slightly moved.

In this palace, it is obvious that this chair is the most precious thing.

This palace lord really has a big stomach, and even let me sit.

When he just sat down, the Palace Mistress couldn't wait to speak.

"This ancient spirit king, you want to conspire with us to unify the Haotian Continent. I am very interested in this matter."

"May I ask what your plan is?"

The Crooked Mouth Spirit King was helpless.

"I had a lot of plans before."

"Just now..."

He looked around at the elite demon cultivators with missing arms and legs, but stopped talking.

Everyone present understood what it meant.

There was another sigh.

Before they were disabled, which one was not a famous big devil.

Brutal, vicious, vicious.

But now they can only stay in this icy and snowy place aggrieved.

They were not reconciled, and always wanted to return to Haotian Continent.

It's just that this crippled body made them lose their ambitions, and bit by bit their fighting spirit and demonic hearts were worn away.

Now they are more like a group of confused ordinary people.

The palace lord sighed.

Relying on such a group of people, wanting to unify the Haotian Continent is indeed a dream.

It's just that there is always some hope in her heart.

Even if it is a straw, he is not willing to let it go.

"I am the Lord Shura!"

"I am the Lord Shura!"

Only the words of the fool Shura wandered back and forth in the palace.

The Crooked Mouth Spirit King fell into deep thought.

a long time.

His signature Nike mouth grin emerges.

"Don't be discouraged, everyone."

"I can help you return to the peak of your body and regain your confidence as a man!"