The Demon Race was also rife with conflict. They were not united.
However, the Demon Race had always valued strength above all else. It was purer than the relationship between cultivators.
The King Manticore dared to mock Chu Fengmian because he was not as strong as Long Moluo, but he was not far behind.
If he was a weakling, Chu Fengmian would not even need to speak. He would have killed him with a slap.
"Shut up if you don't want to die, King Manticore. I don't think the temple is open yet. Why don't you come out and fight me?"
Chu Fengmian stared at the King Manticore and said bluntly. Among the Demon Race, Long Moluo was only polite to the Young Emperor.
As for the others, he never gave them any face.
Chu Fengmian had obtained all of Long Moluo's memories after killing him. The way he spoke was as intimidating as the real Long Moluo.
The King Manticore's face turned cold when he heard Chu Fengmian's words. His eyes were vicious, but he did not dare to speak.
After all, he was not as strong as Long Moluo. If they fought, he would be the one at a disadvantage.
While the situation was in a deadlock, another figure walked out of the demonic will.
This time, it was a woman who walked out.
"You two, stop arguing here. If you have the strength to argue, why don't you save it and wait for the temple to open so you can deal with those things inside?"
The woman looked like an ordinary cultivator, but there was a layer of complicated patterns on her arm.
These patterns were not imprinted on her arm. They were part of her body and belonged to her in the first place.
"Demonic patterns. This is the royal family of the Demon Race!"
Chu Fengmian understood when he saw the patterns.
At the same time, he hurriedly searched for Long Moluo's memories in his mind. Soon, he understood the woman's identity.
Nightmare Princess, Meng Yanluo.
There used to be ten royal families in the Demon Race. They were the descendants of the ancestors of the Demon Race, the Ten Heavenly Demons.
However, the ancient Demon Race had withered away. Only three of the ten royal families were left.
This woman was one of the Ten Heavenly Demons, the descendant of the Nightmare Heavenly Demon. She was the current Princess of the Nightmare Clan, Meng Yanluo.
Meng Yanluo had inherited the bloodline of the ten Heavenly Demons. Although it wasn't pure, the power of her bloodline was even more frightening than Long Mo Luo.
Even though Meng Yanluo had yet to make a move, Chu Fengmian could sense that this woman possessed an unfathomable power.
In the past, Long Moluo might have been arrogant, but he would not have dared to make Meng Yanluo his enemy.
"Nightmare Princess."
Chu Feng Mian nodded when he saw Meng Yanluo's arrival. He also restrained his aura a little. This could be considered as giving her some face.
Seeing that Chu Fengmian had retracted his aura, Meng Yanluo looked at the King Manticore and said.
"King Manticore, Long Mo Luo must have been delayed by some matters. Unlike the outside world, it's not a big deal to be a little late in coming here."
Meng Yanluo's arrival was obviously to stop the battle between Chu Fengmian and the King Manticore.
"Your Highness is right. I was too reckless."
The King Manticore took advantage of the situation and said.
"Alright. This time, the opening of the Buddhist temple is of great importance. Let's go there first. I'll explain it to you on the way."
Meng Yanluo said as she turned into a ray of light and flew towards the peak of the mountain.
The King Manticore and Chu Fengmian followed closely behind Yan Luo.
The mountain range didn't seem big, but it would take about ten minutes to reach the end.
The mountain range was still in the Buddhist temple. Due to the suppression of the Buddhist temple, the speed of light was much slower.
However, Chu Fengmian was already used to it. He secretly followed Meng Yanluo and observed every movement in the surroundings.
It seemed that Meng Yanluo and the King Manticore didn't notice Chu Fengmian's strange behavior.
Now that he had sneaked in, Chu Fengmian's next goal was to find a way to get the fragment of the Emperor Jar.
Chu Fengmian's gaze swept around and finally landed on the Buddhist temple of the Pure Land.
He couldn't sense the aura of the fragment of the Emperor Jar in the mountain range. The only possibility was that the fragment was in the Buddhist temple of the Pure Land.
This was a little tricky for Chu Fengmian. He originally wanted to take advantage of the Young Emperor's absence to get the fragment of the Emperor Jar.
That way, even if the Young Emperor saw through his identity, Chu Fengmian could escape with all his might. After all, he had achieved his goal.
But now, the fragment of the Emperor Jar was in the Buddhist temple of the Pure Land. Chu Fengmian could only stay and wait for the temple to open.
"Long Moluo, King Manticore, you two should know that the Buddha of the Pure Land is actually the greatest Demon Emperor of the Demon Race, Demon Emperor Xue Xie, right?"
Meng Yanluo suddenly turned around and said to Chu Fengmian and the King Manticore while Chu Fengmian was thinking.
Chu Fengmian and the King Manticore nodded. Not many people in the Demon Race knew about this, but Long Moluo and the King Manticore were high-level figures in the Demon Race.
They had known about this for a long time.
"This time, the Young Emperor found the Buddhist temple of the Pure Land. That's why he sent out the message and asked you to come. It is said that the Pure Land Buddhist temple contains the treasures of the Demon Emperor Xue Xie, and even his inheritance."
Meng Yanluo said slowly.
"There's a lot of danger in the Buddhist Temple of the Pure Land. That's why the Young Emperor asked you to come and help. However, the Young Emperor will not treat you unfairly. As long as you can break into the temple, all the treasures inside will belong to you."
"What about the inheritance of the Demon Emperor Xue Xie? Who will it belong to? "
Chu Fengmian's eyes flickered with greed as he asked.
Long Moluo was a greedy person.
Since Chu Fengmian wanted to disguise himself as Long Moluo, he naturally had to do it flawlessly.
"The Young Emperor, of course."
Meng Yanluo wasn't surprised to hear Chu Fengmian's words. She clearly knew Long Moluo's character, but her eyes were cold.
"Of course, Long Moluo, if you have the ability to compete with the Young Emperor, you can give it a try."
"Long Moluo, don't you dare fight with the Young Emperor and die in his hands."
The King Manticore sneered from the side.
"Shut up."
Chu Fengmian snorted coldly.
"What an arrogant guy."
The King Manticore's eyes turned colder after being scolded by Chu Fengmian. However, he didn't fight with Chu Fengmian at this time. Instead, he asked Meng Yanluo.
"What kind of danger is there in the Pure Land Buddhist temple that even the Young Emperor can't handle? Why do you need us to help?"
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