Cosmic Hegemony: I Just Want To Be A Wealthy Tyrant

To the northwest of the Endless Grassland, tens of thousands of Demon Race monks are slowly surrounding thousands of Human Race monks.

Wu Daozi, who was let go by Tang Xiaoyu, is now surrounded. In addition to him, there are also Xie Xiaofeng, the sword leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Men Ning'er, the puppet king of the Heavenly Evolution Sect, Nie Xiaoyao, the Saint Child of the Joyous Union Sect, and the Conquering Demons. Chu Xunfei, the fierce king of the sect, Zhao Bang, the Buddhist disciple of the Hualian Holy Sect, and Bai Xiaosheng, the deadly scholar of the Vast Righteousness Sect, are gathering together.

Everyone was looking at the Moon Demon Princess Fei Yu not far ahead, surrounded by Demon Race stars, with livid faces.

The characteristics of the two royal families of Demon Race are so easy to identify. The Shura tribe is closest to the Human Race and is good at killing and conquest. The pair of sharp horns on Demon Race's head and the pair of fleshy wings behind its back are their typical features. The Moon Demon Race is not good at melee combat, but in terms of magic and training, they have talents that other races cannot match.

I saw that Princess Fei Yu had a graceful figure, and her whole body was wrapped in a set of close-fitting golden armor. Her slender jade neck and long snow-white legs were exposed outside the golden armor. Perfect facial features and creamy skin can arouse the most primitive desires. The Demon Race monks who gathered around her only dared to peek out of the corner of their eyes. Because not far from Princess Fei Yu, stood the number one killer under the Gold Core, Greed Kill, who was famous and frightened by countless demons.

Tan Sha's whole body was shrouded in black mist, like a hazy black shadow. People could not see his figure clearly, and could only feel an inexplicable cold air. Among the ten young masters of Demon Race, he is the most mysterious. No one knows what race he is, what his origins are, and no one can tell what he looks like. It is said that all those who have seen his true appearance have become the souls of his victims.

Riding on a giant lion puppet, the Human Race girl eagerly rushed to the people around her and said:

"That witch is of the blood of the Demon King and is the leader of this group of Demon Race. As long as we capture her, we will be able to escape the siege."

The girl is none other than the puppet king of Heavenly Evolution Sect, Mo Ning'er. This girl is very young, but her fighting power cannot be underestimated.

It's just that he is too simple.

When the experts from the surrounding factions heard this, no one spoke up to answer, they just looked at each other silently. Nie Xiaoyao from Joyous Union Sect glanced at Wu Daozi. Wu Daozi pondered for a moment, then stepped forward and said:

"I also think what Junior Sister Mo said is reasonable, but we have to set aside a part to resist the enemy's rear encirclement. If Junior Sister can take advantage of the enemy's leader, she will naturally be my hero in the Human Race."

Nie Xiaoyao then smiled and said helpfully:

"If we, the Prodigy of the Sixty-Fourth Sect of the Human Race, are to be mentioned, I, Junior Sister Mo, are the most talented and the most powerful. Junior Sister Mo has been practicing Taoism for only a few years and has already half-stepped into the realm of Core Formation. It is really impressive. I’m so ashamed.”

Heavenly Sword Sect sword leader Xie Xiaofeng snorted coldly when he heard this. When Chu Xunfei saw this, he immediately came out to smooth things over and said:

"Junior Sister Mo's talent is indeed evil, but in terms of strength, Senior Brother Xie of Heavenly Sword Sect is no less generous. If Senior Brother Xie and Junior Sister Mo join forces, taking the witch's head out of ten thousand troops will be like picking out a treasure from a bag."

Zhao Bang of the Hualian Holy Sect, wearing a gray monk's robe, holding a golden pestle for subduing demons, performed a monk's salute with one palm and said:

"Amitabha! If we don't work together at this time, we can only be defeated by Demon Race one by one. If I don't go to hell, who will! I am willing to accompany Junior Sister Mo to break into the enemy's formation. If we can save our compatriots, I will die without any regrets. "

At this time, the Vast Righteousness Sect scholar who had been looking at him coldly couldn't help but let out a long sigh and said coldly to Chu Xunfei and others:

"You don't need to pretend to be crazy here. This attempt to capture the king will lead to death. I only hope that the death I wait for can be exchanged for a glimmer of life for my fellow Human Race sect. When you break out later, remember to bring all the disciples with you. If not, Even if I die, I will drag you with me!"

Nie Xiaoyao sneered:

"Before we go out to fight, you are messing up the morale of our army. With all the brothers and sisters here, even if we can't capture the witch, who can stop us from retreating? Junior Brother Bai, if you don't dare to go out to fight, you can hide in the crowd."

The fatal scholar's eyes froze when he heard this, and a fierce murderous aura came out of his body. Seeing this, Wu Daozi hurriedly came out to smooth things over and said:

"Senior Brother Bai is joking. I am a member of the same clan, how can I let the children of my clan perish? Even if we are to die, we will definitely die before other disciples."

Chu Xunfei on the side also quickly echoed:

"Senior Brother Bai, don't worry. If things go wrong at that time, I will come forward to help you."

The deadly scholar's face softened slightly, he gave Nie Xiaoyao a cold look, turned around and said to the people behind him:

"Brothers, listen to me. If we drag it on, we will only be surrounded and cannibalized by the enemy. It is better to fight to the death. Killing one will not lose, but killing two will make a profit. Human Race Hundreds of millions of people have supported us in our cultivation until now. The opportunity to make great achievements has come. I would like to ask you to die with me, is there anyone willing to go?"

After hearing this, Mo Ning'er said nothing and stood directly behind the scholar. Then Xie Xiaofeng coldly raised his sword and came out. The bald monk Zhao Hong also came out. Many disciples in the crowd looked struggling. A young disciple shouted loudly with a red neck:

"Everyone is dead! I'm afraid it's a hammer! Labor and management will do it!"

Many people stood up in response to the situation.

Nie Xiaoyao saw more and more people leaving, so he quickly shouted:

"That's enough! This time it's a sneak attack on the enemy's head. If there are too many people there, it will be useless. The remaining people will join me to defend against the enemy in the rear."

Bai Xiaosheng sneered when he saw this, straightened the kerchief on his head, took out an abacus-like Law Weapon and said to the disciples around him:

"Follow me and charge into battle to kill the enemy!"

After saying that, he flew towards the witch's position.

Mo Ning'er followed closely behind on a lion puppet,

Xie Xiaofeng walked with his sword,

Zhao Hong stepped away and appeared ten feet away in one step.

Behind them are nearly a hundred disciples holding various Law Weapons.

Naturally, the movement on the Human Race side couldn't be hidden from Fei Yu's eyes. She waved one hand, and hundreds of Demon Race elites rushed towards her.

The two sides were approaching rapidly. Bai Xiaosheng, who was rushing at the front, was furious. The beads on the abacus in his hand turned into countless huge millstones and flew out, directly knocking the people on their backs.

Xie Xiaofeng flew over Demon Race's head with his flying sword, and countless sword energy shot out from his body, cutting the Demon Race in front of him to pieces.

Mo Ning'er's lion puppet stood upright and swung its huge steel palms at the enemy. Each blow could knock a Demon Race away. She herself was sitting on the lion puppet, and countless bamboo dragonflies flew out of her pockets, like small drones. When they rushed to a crowded place, they exploded with a bang, destroying the enemy. The man fell on his back and his horse fell over.

Zhao Hong is like a human tank, covered in golden light, and every step he takes can bring up a puff of smoke. The demon-conquering pestle in his hand was danced into a curtain of light, and no water could enter within ten feet of him.

The disciples who followed also used all their moves to attack the enemy.

Law Weapons all over the sky were hitting each other, and various spells were thrown at each other as if they were free of charge.

Demon Race's hundreds of elites were caught off guard by four people at first. Later, they reacted and began to form a battle formation. Countless defensive Law Weapons were connected together to resist the violent storm of Human Race. From time to time, he also threw a lot of hidden weapons at Human Race, and many disciples were knocked to the ground without warning.

Both humans and demons were furious at each other, and the blood of everyone behind them was gushing.