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Chapter 225: Relief

"What, are you going to fight?" The God of Banya narrowed his eyes and folded his fan. His whole temperament changed immediately. He was no longer the lazy state he had before. He was ready to go.

"Since it was requested by Lord Xu, this city will naturally accompany you!"

As the Lord Banya said, waved his robe embroidery and a long sword appeared in his hand.

The atmosphere between the two was tense and was about to break out.

"Hahaha! I didn't expect that you god-cultivators have a worse temper than us demonic cultivators."

At this moment, a heroic laughter interrupted the confrontation between the Lord Banya and Lord Xu.

When everyone saw that it was the Demon Lord, the Demon Lord.

Before the powerful gods of the Xuan Shen period responded, the Demon Lord Zhang Yi had already stood up, walked to Lord Xu, and smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I'm going to see the birth of a strange treasure soon. At this time, don't fight. If you are injured now, wouldn't you suffer a loss?"

Lord Xu suddenly stood up and sacrificed his magic weapon. He was only excited by the words of the Lord Banya. He was extremely angry and impulsive.

When he saw that the God of Banya had also sacrificed his magic weapon and really wanted to fight with him, he regretted his impulse just now.

At this time, what he most hopes is that someone will come up to smooth things over for them. Whether it is to persuade himself or Xiao Banya, the madman, he will be able to step down.

However, these monks of the same generation were all sitting on the mountain watching the tiger fight. Even Elder Mu Qing, who was on the side of the Danya God, did not say a word, squinted his eyes, and didn't know what he was thinking.

As for the Hucheng City Lord's Mansion, the only companion of Lord Xu's city is Wanyan, but Lord Wanyan was ridiculed by Lord Banya just now, and later dragged the Lord into the water. Now seeing the Lord of the City Lord fighting with Lord Banya, Lord Wanyan is already eager to try and is going to help the city lord's senior brother, so he would not come forward to dissuade him.

Lord Xu slowly came back to the point. These monks of the same generation were waiting to see themselves fighting with the Lord Banya, fighting to the death. It would be better for both sides to lose both sides, so that they could benefit from the treasure hunt in the future. Therefore, they would not come forward to dissuade them, and would not say that they would cheer for the end.

However, what he never expected was that when he had no choice but to fight with the Lord Banya, he had been talking to them, such as the Taoist cultivators, and the one who spoke was the Lord of the Zhangcheng City, Zhangyi Demon King.

Moreover, the Demon Lord Zhangyi came to smooth things over. This situation surprised Lord Xu at first, but then he didn't know what to react.

After all, the Taoist demons were incompatible. The Demon Lord suddenly stood up. As the lord of the Daoxiu City, Xu Yanmo was embarrassed whether to give the Demon Lord this face. According to his inner thoughts, he naturally wanted to give it to him. After all, the Demon Lord said this to him just to his heart.

But he was afraid that if he gave Zhang Yi Demon Lord this face, the other Taoist cultivators present would think that he had reached some kind of cooperation with the Demon Cultivator. In this way, it would not be a good thing for him or Hucheng.

Seeing that his words, the Demon Lord Zhangyi did not let Lord Xu and Lord Ban Ya return to his seat and gave up the battle. He was not angry. Instead, he looked at the people present helplessly and bowed: "Fellow Taoists, please advise the two fellow Taoists that we are gathering here this time for the sake of a strange treasure.

The place where strange phenomena appear is full of dangers, and everyone needs to work together to reach the place where strange treasures are hidden. At this time, I think we should not increase this unnecessary sacrifice."

The words of Zhangyi Demon Lord were righteous and open and selfless, which made the Xuanshen period gods present feel ashamed. More people felt that they had lost face in front of the demon cultivators, making the demon cultivators feel that Taoist cultivators are all people with shallow knowledge and narrow minds.

"Okay, fellow Taoist Yan Mo and fellow Taoist Ban Ya, there is no deep hatred. I'll just have a few verbal disputes. You are still a cultivator of the Xuanshen stage, so I'll let the juniors see your jokes."

At this time, Yan Yi, the lord of Lincheng City, also stepped forward to persuade him, saying that he was implicit in his words, and that the younger generation would actually be laughing at them, but that the demon cultivators would see their Taoist cultivators.

How could everyone present not hear what he meant?

The Lord Banya looked at Xu Yanmo, who was still froze, sneered, put away the sword magic weapon, and returned to his original lazy state, "Forget it, I will give Lord Yan a face."

He had long seen that Xu Yanmo regretted it, but he just held on.

He looks down on such a person the most.

If you can tolerate it, you will endure it at the beginning and endure it will not endure it, so you will start fighting.

Halfway through, I was ready to fight, but I shrank again, and I really lost my integrity.

His sneer made Xu Yanmo's already retreated anger rise again, but he had learned from the lesson he had just learned, gritted his teeth, snorted, and said nothing, and returned to his seat.

"Okay, okay, thank you two fellow Taoists for giving me a face."

The Demon Lord said happily.

All the Taoist practitioners present:...Who gave you face?

However, no one refuted this on the spot, after all, it is difficult to refute.

"Master Feng, please pour a cup of spiritual tea for all the Taoist masters. Our Demon City is weak and we may have to rely on the help of all the fellow Taoists in the future."

The Demon Lord Zhangyi looked at a female cultivator in black standing behind him. The female cultivator was a real god with a snow-skinned appearance. Although she was a demon cultivator, she did not have the charming appearance of a witch. Instead, she was pure and charming. When she smiled, two dimples appeared on both sides of her mouth, and the demonic breath on her body was not very heavy.

Very beautiful, very beautiful, and very pure, but she not only made Gu Xiu feel a little familiar, but also a little incongruity.

Just like... like this, a pair of eyes should not be matched with this tube nose, and a mouth should not have such a pair of dimples next to it.

This thought made Gu Xiu feel crazy and panicked. She shook her head. For some reason, she had such thoughts, but she knew that this sealed Lord would definitely not be as simple as she showed. Also, she was the commander, would she be the Thirteen Commander in the Demon City?

Xu Ruoguang seemed to notice Gu Xiu's uneasiness, shook his hand, and a calm and stable force came over, which made Gu Xiu's heart calm.

The Lord of the Fen took a step forward and bowed his knees to the Demon Lord, "Abide by the Lord of the City!"

As he said that, with a pair of plain hands, a white jade teapot appeared in her hand. The plain hands jade pot was very pleasing to the eye.

"Haha, you fellow Taoists, you are welcome. This is a kind of spiritual tea that Xue Ruchun grows on the border of the Demon City. All demons and Taoist practices can be used."
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