The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

The strange birds that fell out of the space knelt down in a row under the threat of Zu Yuan's sword being unsheathed.

Of course, there are some arrogant people among them who would rather die than surrender.

After Zu Yuan personally sent two strange birds who would rather die than surrender back to the embrace of their demon god, these strange birds also became more honest.

After all, the guy holding the knife across from me really dared to chop off his own bird head!

Ouyang, who was sitting in a wheelchair, curiously asked Zuyuan what these strange birds looked like.

Winged yellow-skinned potatoes.

This is how Zu Yuan described to Ouyang the appearance of these strange birds in front of him.

A row of potatoes immediately raised their heads in disbelief, but when they saw Zu Yuanzhi raising his knife fiercely, they all shrank their wings like sick quails.

"Since they suddenly attacked us, why not kill them all?" Zu Yuan asked from the side.

Hearing such murderous words, the yellow-skinned potatoes kneeling in a row couldn't help but tremble.

Ouyang waved his hand and said, "Don't be so quick to kill, it's not good!"

The yellow-skinned potatoes looked at Ouyang, as if they saw the devil who cared for them.

"Pick out a few fatter ones and roast them. Lately, my mouth has become like a bird!" Ouyang said matter-of-factly.

"Two adults, we are the Dijiang clan, one of the twelve tribes of the demon clan!!" A slightly larger yellow-skinned potato quickly revealed his identity.

Ouyang said lovingly: "Oh? Di Jiang? What's wrong? Are you good at beating? You are the one who eats!"

The strange birds shrank their necks and looked at Zu Yuan who was standing with a knife. A strange bird that was obviously larger than the other strange birds showed eagerness in its eyes: "Little devil..."

when!

The long knife instantly stood on top of the strange bird's chaotic head. Seeing Zu Yuan's cold warning gaze, the strange bird immediately shut its mouth knowingly.

The long knife in front of him told him that His Highness the Little Demon Lord did not want others to know his identity.

I am really mean. I want to try His Highness the Little Demon Lord's weight, but I forget my own weight!

At this time, the strange bird's intestines were almost turning green.

"What is Di Jiang's magical power?" Zu Yuan asked calmly.

Since the other party knows his identity, he probably also knows why he came here.

He even dared to attack himself without thinking about life and death. Relying on the immortality of the twelve tribes, he actually dared to commit such a crime against himself?

The yellow-skinned potato-like strange bird heard Zu Yuan's question and immediately said honestly: "The Emperor Jiang is good at using the magical power of space, and he is the historian of the demon clan!"

"Historian?" Zu Yuan glanced at the Di Jiang clan in surprise. He originally thought that the demons were all reckless fools who used their muscles to speak, but he didn't expect that among the twelve tribes, there was someone with a pen!

The strange bird nodded crazily like a chicken pecking at rice, and said: "The duty of the Dijiang clan is to record everything that happened to the demon clan from the beginning to the present, and hide it in the space."

Dijiang's magical power makes good use of space. Zuyuan already knew this when he stepped into this space that was intertwined like fish scales. But what he didn't expect was that Dijiang would actually serve as a historian among the demon clan. Weird location.

Even in the world of cultivation, history is only passed down from the records of various major sects, and there is no dedicated sect to record these things.

Use history as a mirror to identify yourself!

Ouyang, who was behind Zu Yuan, suddenly asked: "Is there any Zhujiu clan among the twelve tribes?"

The strange bird's expression froze, and just as he was about to excuse himself, the long knife in Zu Yuan's hand was handed to his neck.

In desperation, the strange bird said: "The former historian was indeed from the Zhujiu clan, but after the demon god of the Zhujiu clan was gone, this responsibility fell into the hands of the Di Jiang clan!"

Hearing the strange bird's answer, Zu Yuan glanced at Ouyang behind him with a surprised look on his face. Even he himself didn't know about this kind of thing. And his senior brother had never been to the demon world, so why did he know such a secret thing?

Ouyang held his head with one hand and tilted his head as if thinking.

I was just a little confused just now. The yellow-skinned potato of the Emperor Jiang clan said that he was the historian of the demon clan. A tribe that makes good use of space. No matter how you think about it, a tribe that doesn't make good use of time is suitable for this job.

According to the records of the previous life, Zhu Jiuyin was the ancestral witch of time. Since the twelve demon clans existed in the same way as the twelve ancestral witches in the previous life, there would naturally be a Zhujiu clan.

But I didn't expect Zhu Jiuyin to be dead!

"How did the demon god of the Zhujiu clan die?" Ouyang asked, knocking on his wheelchair.

The strange bird glanced at Ouyang. The creature in front of him was obviously not a member of the demon clan, but since it was brought here by His Excellency the Little Demon Lord, there must be no problem.

The strange bird said without hesitation: "For God the Father!"

Ouyang paused slightly, recalling that when he was watching Li Taibai kill the immortal, Li Taibai suddenly turned his head and smiled strangely at him.

Time is always the most difficult problem to solve.

Ouyang sighed softly, folded his hands on his abdomen, sat on the wheelchair, smiled at Zu Yuan and said, "I'm a little tired, brother, you can do the rest!"

Zu Yuan frowned and glanced at Ouyang, who was worried. What did the senior brother know?

From the first meeting, Zu Yuan felt that Ouyang became like this because he was planning big things.

He also tried to ask indirect questions, but Ouyang avoided the question.

Zu Yuan's eyes became sharp. As long as he obtained the power of the twelve tribes, he would be able to crush an era with absolute strength. At that time, no matter what the elder brother was planning, he could change anyone's destiny!

Zu Yuan glanced back at the demon god statue of the Di Jiang clan and asked: "How to obtain the approval of the demon god of the Di Jiang clan?"

The strange bird kneeling aside said softly: "If you browse through the entire history of the Demon Clan, you will be recognized by both the Di Jiang Clan and the Zhu Jiu Clan!"

It's not as simple and rough as Gonggong's, nor is it as casual as Ouyang's Zhu Rong's.

Observing the history of the entire demon clan from ancient times to the present may be a long time for ordinary people, but for a strong person in the tribulation period, it is just a video that goes through the mind ten thousand times faster.

The Dijiang Demon God statue in the distance began to glow with light, and a tornado that distorted space flew towards Zuyuan.

Zu Yuan put down his guard and let the tornado roll him up, dragging him into the intertwined space like fish scales.

After Zu Yuan was pulled into the fish scale-like space, Ouyang asked in a strange voice: "There are many ways to review history. Is it the history recorded in the space? Reading books or paintings? Or? ....”

The strange bird looked at Ouyang who was sitting in a wheelchair and said nothing, and said with a hint of pride on his face:

"Of course I got involved!"