The news of the Battle of Zhennan Pass spread to the Central Plains, shaking the various rebel kings there. They began a series of tacit actions targeting Chen Yuan, focusing on military, economic, and livelihood aspects.

Of course, they had no way to compete with him in terms of reputation. Everything Chen Yuan had done along the way, through his deliberate guidance, was known throughout the world.

Whether it was defending the Central Plains by repelling the Eastern Japanese pirates in the capital, standing against the Manchus outside Liangzhou City at the risk of his life, or defeating the million-strong demon army at Zhennan Pass, his reputation reached its peak, solidifying his image.

Unless he shattered this image himself, no one could tarnish his name.

That's why Chen Yuan was able to summon the power of the masses so smoothly. Many people felt a sense of security just because of the name 'Chen Yuan.' It was foreseeable that when Chen Yuan marched north to conquer the Central Plains, things would be much easier after the war was settled.

In the Southern Border, the news of the Battle of Zhennan Pass was even bigger and more shocking than in the Central Plains!

There were countless demons in the Southern Border, collectively known as the Hundred Tribes, only because those were the larger ones. In reality, there were many more, and the Southern Border was vast and boundless.

The number of demons was simply uncountable.

It was comparable to the Central Plains.

Five hundred years ago, the human race attacked the demons, breaking their backs for five hundred years, preventing them from looking north. But with the subsequent fall of the Great Chu and the founding of the Great Jin, the demons felt they could rise again.

Centuries of accumulation had allowed the demons to recover their vitality, with countless strong individuals and increased confidence.

Therefore, after the Myriad Demons Divine Hall reached a consensus, the various tribes of the Southern Border gathered in such a short time, all to plunder the human race.

They thought those strong individuals could bring back countless resources to support the demon race, but instead, they heard from the fleeing soldiers that the demons had been defeated, and a demon god had fallen.

Immediately, all the tribes in the Southern Border who heard this news fell silent.

Shock!

Deep shock.

Indescribable shock!

Dozens of demon saints and a million demon soldiers gathered, yet they couldn't break through a small human Zhennan Pass and were defeated so badly. It was simply unimaginable.

This was a humiliation, but also a fear.

Such news reminded countless demon experts of the rumors passed down from their ancestors, the darkest moment of the demon race, also the era they least wanted to mention.

Now, they couldn't help but think of the past.

Would the human race once again launch a large-scale attack on the demons?

The news spread more and more wildly, eventually turning into a story of the human race launching another demon-slaying war, with rivers of blood and countless tribes being wiped out.

Some smaller tribes were so frightened that they moved their entire tribes deeper south at any cost.

At this point, the Myriad Demons Divine Hall, the supreme existence among the Southern Border demons, finally spoke out, saying that the front line was just a minor defeat.

The Divine Hall was reorganizing its forces and preparing for war again, vowing to reclaim the Central Plains and enslave the human race once more.

The news from the Divine Hall was believed by countless demon elders. Although the rumors were still spreading fiercely, many tribes finally had confidence.

They were no longer afraid of the human race attacking.

The reason they trusted the Divine Hall so much was entirely because of its position passed down from their ancestors.

The Divine Hall was founded long ago and had always been vague, more like a creation of the demon race to compete for the position of demon emperor, until five hundred years ago when the Great Chu Dynasty of the Central Plains launched a large-scale attack on the demons.

At the most critical moment, the hundred tribes of the demon race finally united to deal with the threat from the north.

The Myriad Demons Divine Hall was essentially an alliance. No one could truly have the final say and be trusted by all the demons. If there was, it would only be the demon emperor who had not yet been born.

In essence, it was still led by the four major demon races, with the other races as auxiliaries.

Only those who could become great demons were qualified to be a member of the Divine Hall. Only those who could become demon saints were the backbone of the Myriad Demons Divine Hall and could discuss matters.

If there were conflicts between two races, they could also ask the Divine Hall to arbitrate.

And the real decision-makers were the demon gods of the four major demon races.

Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox, Azure Sky Demon Bull, Crimson Nether Blood Tiger, and Profound Sky Divine Spider. The reason the Southern Border demons called them the four major demon races was because of the demon gods who were stationed there.

Only they were the supreme existence of the entire Southern Border demon race.

A word could decide the life and death of countless demons, and a single sentence could determine the rise and fall of a race.

Deep in the Southern Border, there was a valley called the Myriad Demons Valley. In the valley was a thousand-foot Divine Hall known for its precious materials from hundreds of tribes. That... was the Myriad Demons Divine Hall.

Inside the hall.

At the head of the hall, there were four seats, located in the east, south, west, and north, at the highest level of the Divine Hall. This was the symbolic representation of the status of the four demon gods.

At this moment, only one of the four seats was vacant, and the other three were already occupied by demon gods.

One had curved horns on his head, a bull's head and a human body, exuding a majestic aura. His physique was enormous, even when reduced in size, he was still tens of feet tall.

One was dressed in white, with a young and handsome appearance, holding a paper fan in his hand. If Chen Yuan were here, he would definitely recognize him as the demon god of the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox clan who appeared before Zhennan Pass.

The other had an old face, wrinkled skin, colorful clothes, and a sinister expression. He was the essence blood clone who had fought with the True Immortal of Biyou Palace.

"Defeated!"

The Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox had a gloomy expression, with a murderous aura in his eyes. The entire Myriad Demons Divine Hall was filled with killing intent, constantly echoing his loud voice.

"A million demon soldiers, less than 40% returned, nearly half of the demon saints were lost, and more than twenty Transformation Yang Great Demons fell. When has my Southern Border demon race suffered such losses except for the battle five hundred years ago?!"

The Profound Sky Divine Spider clan's demon saint said coldly.

"Hmph, isn't it because you two compromised with Tianlan? Otherwise, how could we have suffered such a defeat?" The demon god with horns on his head spoke with dissatisfaction.

Among the four demon gods, only he was somewhat at odds with Tianlan. He was also the one who led the fight against the Crimson Nether Blood Tiger clan. It was a pity that the other two still compromised with him.

He had no choice but to let his clan's experts go to battle.

"Who would have thought we would lose this time? Who would have thought that Chen Yuan would be so young and able to get so much support from the Central Plains immortal sects? This seat supported Tianlan in the first place, just hoping that my demon race would be better!"

Bai Shan, dressed in white, said in a deep voice.

At that time, because the Crimson Nether Blood Tiger clan had another demon god, its strength greatly increased. Tianlan's ambition was revealed, and he did not hesitate to fight against the three major demon races.

Bai Shan did not want internal war, so he came forward and reached an agreement with Tianlan. As long as he broke through Zhennan Pass and allowed the demon race to return with a full load this time, what if he was respected as the demon emperor?

In any case, the interests of their three major demon races would not change. Since the resources of the Southern Border were not enough, they would devour the resources of the human race in the Central Plains.

It was a pity, a pity...

"It is meaningless to argue about these things now. This defeat, although it cannot be said to have hurt my demon race's foundations, it is still a considerable loss.

Even we three clans have suffered losses of demon saints. How should these debts be calculated?"

The sinister old man Qing Ming said lightly.

"This seat only wants to know whether Tianlan has returned alive. If he dies, the blow to my demon race will be greater than the loss of hundreds of thousands of demons..."

The horned demon god looked at Bai Shan and asked.

Because the demon race cultivates the physical body, it is more difficult than the human race. It is very difficult to give birth to demon gods. In the past two hundred years, no demon saint has been able to break through successfully.

Therefore, it is even more precious.

Bai Shan hesitated for a moment, exchanged glances with the two demon gods, and said in a low voice:

"News has come that Tianlan... is dead."

"Dead?"

"This matter cannot be taken as a joke?"

Both the Qing Ming demon god and the horned demon god were shocked.

"This news was spread by the demon saint of the Crimson Nether Blood Tiger clan. Not only did Tianlan fall in that battle, but even the immortal seal of the Crimson Nether Blood Tiger clan was shattered, and the clan's fortune directly collapsed..."

"The strength of the human race is truly terrifying!"

The horned demon god took a deep breath, feeling lingering fear.

His strength was about the same as Tianlan's. Even Tianlan died in Nanzhou in the Central Plains. If it were him, it seemed... it would not be any different.

"Yes, this seat thought that after the fall of the former Chu and the disintegration of the Great Jin, the strength of the Central Plains should be very weak, and there were not even a few immortals, but I didn't expect..."

"It's a pity that the specific situation of that battle can only be learned from the mouths of those demon saints. It cannot be seen through the Recording Stone. Otherwise... this seat would also like to know what happened later."

Bai Shan shook his head. The battle between immortals was too terrifying. The Recording Stone could only observe a chaos. Therefore, he did not know what happened after his essence blood incarnation was killed.

"It seems that the Central Plains can no longer be visited..."

The defeat in the Battle of Zhennan Pass not only made the tribes of the Southern Border fearful of the human race, but also made them reassess the strength of the human race.

The human race... was not weak.

"Since Tianlan has fallen, then the losses of this battle should be compensated by the Crimson Nether Blood Tiger clan..."

If Tianlan demon god was not dead, they would naturally not have such an idea, because that would cause a new round of demon internal war, and when it would end could not be predicted.

The various races could only exploit the lower-level races.

But once Tianlan fell, the situation would be different. What race could be compared with the four major demon races?

They themselves were clear about the background of their own races. The Crimson Nether Blood Tiger clan had recently become the leader of the four major demon races, and its resources were definitely more than theirs.

"This... the Crimson Nether Blood Tiger clan is not without a demon god. That Mo Ying is still alive. If we take action now, it will be a complete breach of face..."

Bai Shan hesitated.

It was not out of pity for the Crimson Nether Blood Tiger clan. In the demon race, the strong are always supreme. Even their race has become stronger and stronger by exploiting and oppressing other races.

He was just afraid of Mo Ying.

If a demon god was angered, the movement would be too great. No race could withstand a demon god peeping in the dark.

"Hmph, a demon god who has just entered the Sixth Realm, suppressed in the Demon Suppressing Tower for hundreds of years, and has only recently recovered. How much strength can he have?

It's not as if we want to hollow out the Crimson Nether Blood Tiger clan, but just want them to take out half of their wealth to compensate the losses of our tribes. I believe he can make the right choice."

The horned demon saint sneered, somewhat disdainful of Mo Ying's strength.

What he was afraid of, from beginning to end, was only Tianlan. Although Bai Shan and Qing Ming were very afraid of him, to him, Mo Ying was nothing.

Tianlan was dead, and the Azure Sky Demon Bull clan was the strongest. He wanted to rely on the foundation of the Crimson Nether Blood Tiger clan to ascend to the position of demon emperor. Not only Tianlan coveted this position, but he also had some ideas.

"That's right, the Crimson Nether Blood Tiger clan should compensate. After all, it was they who wanted to become the royal family, it was they who wanted to ascend to the position of demon emperor, and it was they who insisted on starting the Northern Expedition.

If the Crimson Nether Blood Tiger clan doesn't bleed a little, the races below will be dissatisfied..." Qing Ming agreed with the proposal to suck blood from the Crimson Nether Blood Tiger clan.

"This... so be it, then I will follow your words."

Bai Shan looked at the expressions of the two, thought for a moment, and nodded in agreement.

"This matter should be done sooner rather than later. Why don't we go to the Crimson Nether Blood Tiger clan today?" The horned demon god suggested with excitement in his eyes.

He couldn't help but get excited at the thought of the Crimson Nether Blood Tiger clan's huge accumulation.

"Okay."

"Hey... okay... then we..."

Bai Shan was about to say something.

Suddenly, a terrifying aura enveloped the Myriad Demons Divine Hall, and a figure in a black robe instantly appeared beside the three, sitting in the seat originally belonging to the Tianlan demon god.

Mo Ying looked at the few people calmly and chuckled:

"Why bother you all to come, this seat will talk to you."

"You..."

"Presumptuous!"

"Mo Ying, what do you want to do?"

The three demon gods frowned, alarmed by Mo Ying's actions and tone, and became somewhat angry.

"What to do? Weren't you discussing how to suck blood from my Crimson Nether Blood Tiger clan? Now that this seat is here, we might as well discuss it properly."

"Hehe... Mo Ying, you have quite the courage..." The horned demon god snorted coldly.

"The Divine Hall has a seat for my Crimson Nether Blood Tiger clan. What courage are you talking about?"

"Okay, since you're here yourself, it saves us from descending. In this battle, the Southern Border Hundred Tribes have lost more than half, mainly because of Tianlan. We have discussed that the Crimson Nether Blood Tiger clan will take out half of their foundation to compensate, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?"

"Otherwise, don't blame us for not remembering the past..." Qing Ming demon god interjected.

"Hahaha... You were all reluctant to contribute to the attack on the human race, and only dared to send out essence blood clones, letting Brother Tianlan fight alone. Now that Brother Tianlan has fallen into the hands of the human race, you are not thinking about avenging my demon race, but instead, you are thinking about how to cut flesh from my clan. It's really... outrageous!"

Mo Ying pointed at a few demon gods and scolded angrily.

"You're looking for death!"

The horned demon god was shocked by Mo Ying's words and instantly became furious. The aura around him began to surge rapidly, and terrifying power of rules began to condense quickly.

Bai Shan and Qing Ming demon god looked at each other, and very tacitly distanced themselves, not interfering, not interrupting, wanting the horned demon god to teach the arrogant Mo Ying a lesson.

Although he was captured by the human race to the Demon Suppressing Tower for the sake of the demon race, after all, he has been suppressed for so many years, in their eyes, he is not even from the same generation, and is not worthy of sitting on an equal footing with them.

It's good to teach him a lesson.

"The one looking for death is you!"

Black mist filled Mo Ying's body, and terrifying power of rules began to interweave from his body. The five elements were endless, forming a realm of their own, and instantly enveloped the horned demon god.

...

"Boom!!!"

Inside the Myriad Demons Divine Hall, a series of loud shocks echoed, the void collapsed and twisted, and chains of rules firmly bound the horned demon god, making him unable to move.

Mo Ying held a magic whip and constantly whipped him. Every blow caused the horned demon god's skin to crack and flesh to split, essence blood flowed out, and his aura quickly weakened.

When Mo Ying stopped waving the whip, the Myriad Demons Divine Hall fell into silence.

Bai Shan and Qing Ming looked at this scene in disbelief, as if they had seen something impossible. The originally powerful Cheng Tian demon god was actually suppressed by Mo Ying in a short period of time!

This...

It was simply unimaginable.

It should be known that Cheng Tian and Tianlan were at the same level of existence. Even if they had somewhat misjudged Mo Ying's strength and lost the opportunity due to carelessness.

But he shouldn't have lost so decisively!

Just a moment ago, they were still discussing how to draw blood from the Crimson Nether Blood Tiger clan, how to oppress Mo Ying, and make him compromise with them.

As a result, who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, the situation would have undergone earth-shaking changes.

"You... how do you have Tianlan's token?"

The horned Cheng Tian demon god with double horns on his head shrunk his pupils, somewhat unwilling. Even if he was not as good as the other, he was still at the peak of the First Heaven. It would definitely not be so easy to beat him.

There were two reasons for his defeat, one was the power of the five elements' endless rules, and the other was the oppression of the Myriad Demons Divine Hall.

The entire Divine Hall was an extremely strong immortal weapon, divided into four parts. Each of their demon gods could control a quarter of the power with a token.

Just now, it was because he hadn't reacted when he was suppressed by the power of the Divine Hall, and then...

"Of course, Brother Tianlan was wary of you ambushing the Crimson Nether Blood Tiger clan before he left, so he handed the Divine Hall's token to this seat."

"Friend, have you... entered the Second Heaven, the body of immortality?"

Bai Shan asked with a frown.

They could perceive that the chains of rules that bound the Cheng Tian demon god were condensed by five completely different rules, and only the demon god of the Second Heaven could have such power.

The path of the Yuan spirit and the path of the body seem different, but in fact, they are the same. When the Yuan spirit land immortal enters the land immortal realm, he can control the power of the five elements' rules and open up secret realms.

When the body enters the Second Heaven, it can also form a world of its own in the body, the five elements rotate, and are endless. In essence, it is the difference between the outer world and the inner world.

"That's right."

Mo Ying raised his head, looked at Bai Shan, and nodded slightly.

Hiss!

Bai Shan and Qing Ming both took a breath, with some shock and envy in their eyes. Five hundred years ago, before the human race began the demon-slaying war, there were still immortal demon gods in the Southern Border.

But after that battle, they all fell.

Since then, the peak of the First Heaven has been their shackle!

Therefore, Tianlan wanted to wait until he broke through the Second Heaven, he would be the rightfully strongest demon in the demon race, suppressing everything, and be a well-deserved demon emperor.

The strongest is the emperor, this is the eternal inheritance of the demon race.

Unexpectedly, a demon god who escaped from the Demon Suppressing Tower actually reached this step in such a short time after escaping, it was unbelievable.

"Before, we were rash. Please, Brother Mo Ying, spare Brother Cheng Tian's sake for being a demon race." Bai Shan lowered his head and cupped his hands.

"Let him go is possible, but... it's too cheap for him."

"You... what do you want?"

Mo Ying smiled and said:

"Since ancient times, the strong have been kings. My demon race even believes in the principle of respecting the strong. Although you are also demon gods, you have not yet broken through the Second Heaven.

In other words, this seat is now the strongest in the Southern Border. Since I am the well-deserved first, according to my demon race's inheritance, this seat should be the emperor.

Therefore, what this seat wants is the position of demon emperor!"

"This..."

"You..."

"But..."

"This seat wants to become a demon emperor, not for all demons to submit, nor for supreme power. What this seat wants is to avenge Brother Tianlan, to avenge those demon race powerhouses who fell five hundred years ago.

Lead the demon race army, kill back to the Central Plains, and turn the human race back into the slaves who crawl under my demon race!"

Mo Ying said in a deep voice.

"The position of demon emperor is of great importance, and it cannot be decided in one word. It needs the approval of a hundred races. It is not that we admit it that we are the demon emperor. I hope Brother Mo Ying understands."

Bai Shan considered for a moment and said in a low voice.

"It doesn't matter, this seat has plenty of time. As long as the three of you are willing to help this seat, then the most difficult level can be considered to have passed. The rest of the hundred races' approval is just a matter of time..."

The Cheng Tian demon god was somewhat unwilling, but at this moment, he dared not offend Mo Ying even more, and just lowered his head and did not answer.

Bai Shan and Qing Ming exchanged a look, breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded:

"Since Brother Mo Ying has broken through the body of immortality, then he is the strongest in my demon race. It is only natural to become a demon emperor. I am willing to help.

It's just that the demon race has suffered a great defeat, and it is not suitable to fight again. I hope that Brother Mo Ying can focus on being gentle and gradually gather the hearts of my demon race. In this way, can he get the recognition of everyone and gather the demon emperor's luck..."

"Hahaha, good... Brother Bai Shan is worthy of being the first wise man of my demon race. Then I will follow Brother Bai Shan's words, take gentleness as the first priority, and just let the human race of the Central Plains fight for some more time..."

...

Southern Border.

In an area rarely visited by demons, Chen Yuan, dressed in a black martial arts robe, slowly stepped out of the void, with a slight frown, looking at the map in his hand, he nodded slightly.

According to the guidance of the opportunity, he needed to go straight for about 30,000 miles to the southwest to reach Flame Mountain, and now, the distance was almost there.

Closing his eyes and breathing, Chen Yuan released his divine sense. After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, and a flash of joy flashed in his eyes. With another distance, he would be able to sense a scorching heat.

It seemed that Flame Mountain was nearby.

He had been walking all the way without contacting any demon race, but he really didn't take the wrong path.

Without hesitating in place, Chen Yuan quickly turned into a stream of light and continued to fly in the southwest direction...