With the force set up by Mu Qian, six old men with different skin colors, old faces and strange clothes stood outside the door.

Although two old men were trembling on their legs and four were sweating coldly on their foreheads, these six were all old demon-removing masters who could walk to the door of the house. Naturally, there was no doubt about their strength. They were almost all mythical-level powerhouses that could be found in half a day in the world.

However, except for the old pope who often appears on TV, all of these six people have retired and are waiting quietly for the deadline.

Song Shijing opened the door and made a call to the six seniors, so she followed them back.

The old man in Zhongshan suit, who was in the leader, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Song Shijing was safe and sound.

After stepping into the door of the house, the pressure disappeared instantly.

The six old men lined up and were all staring at Mu Qian, but when Mu Qian's eyes swept over, all the six men bowed their heads and dared not look at each other.

The stronger you are, the more you can feel the power of the existence they are facing now.

Mu Qian glanced at Ren Ying and Xiaoling and whispered: "Xiaoling, go and ask your mother and grandma to go upstairs. I will talk to these people about something."

"Oh," Xiaoling quickly stopped Zhen's mother who wanted to come over, and Ren Ying also said, "I'll take care of the kitchen" and followed Xiaoling away from here.

Mu Qian didn't say that they would enter the living room, but the six old men stood in the entrance hall waiting. After Zhen's mother and grandmother were pushed upstairs by Xiao Ling, Mu Qian greeted him: "Come and sit down."

The head of Kunwu Mountain Song Qishi responded to the sentence: "Thank you Senior."

Is this a word from senior reminding Mu Qian to pay attention to his seniority?

Song Qishi sat nearest to Muqian. The old pope with white hair, blue eyes, hooked nose sat on Song Qishi's left hand. An old woman wearing an ancient Taoist robe sat opposite Muqian, holding a crutch in her hand.

Song Shijing moved three chairs from the side and placed them in front of the TV. An old black chief with a shirtless and a string of thumb-sized skeleton decorations hanging around his neck was smiling, and an old monk wearing a cassock and dignified look turned his rosary.

The last of the six people was a slightly young man wearing a evening dress, with a very elegant and dignified temperament.

Song Shijing hesitated for a while, stood beside the refrigerator, leaning against the wall, without the idea of ​​serving tea and water.

However, Ren Ying was very sensible and busy in the room. He found six disposable paper cups, made some pure water, and carried it over on a tray, barely dealing with it.

Ren Ying said in fluent foreign language: "Please enjoy it simply."

The black old man emphasized in a difficult manner: "Thank you, Little Muliang."

Ren Ying smiled, and the atmosphere immediately eased a lot.

The six people dared not look at Mu Qian directly, but since it was a negotiation and the six of them did not want to start a war with Mu Qian at all, they would have to talk.

Song Qishigong bowed: "Your Majesty the Demon King is so young, it is indeed unexpected."

This old man was the old man who gave Sister Yu token before and told the story of Mu Qian, the inherited elder of Kunwu Mountain, who never left the mountains of Kunwu Mountain on weekdays.

This time, the young master was arrested because of the sacrifice of the old mountain master of Kunwu Mountain, and the other masters of Kunwu Mountain cannot be contacted for the time being, so the inheritance elder will appear.

Mu Qian nodded, "When you break through the life and death limit, your appearance will change as you like."

"I dare to ask Your Majesty, how to break through? Uh, I've been speechless, I've been speechless," Song Qishi quickly apologized, but fortunately Mu Qian just smiled and did not ridicule anything.

Can this kind of thing be broken through simply by saying it? It depends on personal creation and understanding of power.

The Pope spoke in fluent Mandarin... I won't complain about the setting of the universal language.

"Your Majesty the Demon King, we can represent most of the world of demon-removing masters. We are still very grateful for your previous failure to kill the demon-removing masters in our main plane of humans."

"No," Song Qishi sighed, "I didn't expect His Majesty the Demon King to appear here. Yu'er was really reckless. However, my granddaughter was out of her heart for being fistful to the young master, so I would like to ask Your Majesty not to be surprised."

As he said that, Song Qishi stood up and bowed to Mu Qian.

Mu Qian accepted calmly, "It's okay, Sister Yu and I have some friendship on weekdays."

Song Shijing listened from the side, biting her lip, as if she couldn't bear to have something to get... But Ren Ying appeared beside Song Shijing and directly grabbed Song Shijing.

Song Shijing probably couldn't understand why several people could talk so peacefully; why several masters in the main plane of humans should bow down to the strongest people in the demon world.

She didn't understand too much, maybe the level of contact was not at this level.

If you have a big fist, common sense will be directly distorted.

"Everyone is in a hurry, so there is no need to be polite," Mu Qian glanced at the six people, and the six people tried their best to convey their kindness with a smile.

Mu Qian: "The coalition forces that attacked the demon world ten years ago should include you or your relatives and friends."

The six people immediately became nervous.

They naturally knew that the demon-removing coalition that worked hard to form back then even joined forces with the Galaxy Empire with ambition, but ended up missing, with only one note in the Demon King's Hall.

At that time, these people thought the Demon King was gone, but unexpectedly, the Demon King came to their human main plane to have a happy life...

"I'm actually quite happy," Mu Qian snorted, "After all, I've lived for too long, it's really boring. Can you still have fun for me."

"Senior... Last time, it was actually a traitor," the old Taoist nun opposite Mu Qian said softly, "We really don't dare to offend us, so please let me know."

Mu Qian replied calmly: "I haven't shown up for so many years. Not only you, but the demon world itself also has some doubts about whether I still exist. This is actually a temptation from the demon world to me, otherwise, your army should be destroyed if it cannot go thousands of miles away."

The old Taoist nun recalled the twelve portals that appeared in the main plane of humans before, and the situation she saw through one of the portals.

In addition, Mu Qian's previous two pressures, and the difficulties of the six of them joining forces to walk outside the door of this small building were also sweating.

"But it is, but it is."

"The fate of the human demon-eliminating master is here, right now," Mu Qian leaned forward, and the six old men immediately became alert, "You, if you want me to do what I had done a thousand years ago, or do what I said."

The six people immediately exchanged their eyes, and these two choices made them a little confused.

Is this the rhythm of trying to give the demon king a life?

But if the demon king threatens all the lives of the demon-eliminating masters... But if they really agree, wouldn't they just promise to present the human main plane to the demon king, and the demon-eliminating master become a slave?

"Please choose in front of you," Mu Qian glanced at Song Shijing, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It's self-deprecating.

"Don't worry, my condition is not to disturb my life or something; I will not have any thoughts about your human main plane. You are not worthy of my thoughts."
Chapter completed!