Chapter 731: Butterfly Palace

In the hall on the hidden mountain, there are many practitioners.They are pushing cups to change lights and drinking very lively. There are only two people on the main seat. One is about forty years old. Shining brilliantly, the other is the young patriarch.
The two of them rarely talked. The slender middle-aged man sometimes absently tasted wine and closed his eyes to refresh himself. The young patriarch waited carefully on the side, the wine glass was empty, and the wine was served immediately. It's hot to get out.
For a moment, the young patriarch couldn't help but whispered: "Tiansheng, you are old ... It seems that there is some uneasiness, is there something wrong?"
"Hehe ..." The thin, middle-aged man smiled and squinted his eyes at the young patriarch, and then said: "After a while and a half, there may be guests."
"Guests? What kind of guests can make you value so much?" The young patriarch asked curiously.
"Guess what." The thin middle-aged man smiled.
"How can I guess?" The young patriarch scratched his scalp, and suddenly saw the middle-aged man on the opposite side took an empty wine glass and played casually. There were several butterflies on the outside of the wine glass. Could it be a distinguished guest of Butterfly Palace? "
"Hahaha ..." The thin middle-aged man smiled, and then reached out and patted the shoulder of the young patriarch: "Your kid is really smart, much more powerful than your dad."
"Where?" The young patriarch laughed with him: "If there is no cultivation of Tiansheng, where can I have today's entry?"
"To be honest, I spent much more effort on your dad than you did, but unfortunately, your dad ... just a slump of mud that couldn't help the wall, which made me very disappointed." Middle-aged man sighed.
Listening to people ridicule their father in person, a little bit of a person will certainly make a sudden appearance, but in the human beings attached to the demon clan, after a long brainwashing, the weight of the word is much greater than 'filial piety, so the young patriarch He didn't dare to speak, but just listened in fear.
"This is my first time in the human world, and it should be the last time." Said the thin middle-aged man.
"What does Tiansheng mean?" The young patriarch was stunned. "We have spent a lot of energy before we came to the human world. Are you ... going away?"
"You can't help me." The slender middle-aged man sighed: "My chance has come. Although I have been trying to suppress my entry, I am afraid ... it will not be suppressed for a long time."
"You ... you mean" The young patriarch's face changed a lot, then he stood up suddenly and said with a trembling voice: "This is a great event ... Heavenly Saint, we should be working hard to calm down the world and return one in this world. Quiet, why are you old? "
"You don't understand." The slender middle-aged man shook his head and said: "The three realms of the demon are all original domains, and they must abide by an iron rule. As long as they break through the Xingjun Realm, they must leave."
"Isn't it ..." The young patriarch made a mistake and said: "Otherwise, those ancient overhauls in the human realm are all practitioners of the Star King Realm, but they did not leave."
"So I said you don't understand. It costs money to stay." The thin middle-aged man smiled: "They did not leave, but now? Where are they?"
"This ..." The young patriarch seemed to understand something, but he didn't fully understand it.
"Practice, just like you use a huge skin sac to absorb water between rivers and rivers. When the water in the skin sac is full and can no longer be sucked in, what will happen?" The slender middle-aged man said softly.
"The water in the bladder will pour out, or the bladder will explode." Said the young patriarch.
"Yes." The thin middle-aged man smiled and said: "Those ancient overhauls forcibly sealed the human world and cut off their only way of life. Then ... they are all gone now."
The young patriarch pondered for a long time, his expression changed again, and looked blankly at the middle-aged man opposite.
"Thinking of it?" Said the slender middle-aged man: "Today, let's talk heart-to-heart. Who do you think can take my mantle among those children?"
"Tiansheng, this is your family affair. I ... how dare I talk nonsense." Said the young patriarch timidly.
"It's okay, just talk casually." Said the middle-aged man with a long and thin figure.
The young patriarch really dared not speak, and there was a little cold sweat on his forehead.
"Your kid is all good, just too careful." The thin middle-aged man said: "According to the rules, before I go to the starry sky, they should be sent to the place of exile, but ... I ca n’t bear it, and I do n’t want to see them crippled. "
The young patriarch still dare not speak. This is the rule of the demon clan for countless years. Once there is a vacancy in the position of Heavenly Saint, then all the practitioners in the family must be sent to the place of exile, and only one of them can live out.
Tiansheng has survived for thousands of years, with more than a thousand children, but only seven survive to the present day.
The demon clan has a tradition of winners winning all.All resources are controlled by Tiansheng, and the strategy of being stronger than weak branches has been developed to the extreme.The most tragic thing is that the descendants of Tiansheng multiply.Their treatment is not as good as humans. Because there is no way for human beings to replace them, slaves can never become masters, but the flesh and blood can overthrow the patriarchy.
Therefore, the entry of future generations is very poor. It is fair to say that if a genius really appears, it usually does not live long, and tiger poison does not eat children. This is the ethics of ordinary people. The practitioners pursue eternity, then the concept of blood relatives will be It has become very thin, and if it will pose a threat to its own position and resource monopoly, even if it is a natural flesh, it will not be tolerated.
The tradition of the demon race is cruel and very bad, and it is suspected of self-destructing the Great Wall, but the existence of the Holy Emperor perfectly compensates for this defect.
The winner who walked out of the land of exile will receive the blessing and recognition of the Holy Emperor, and then he can draw the blood demon Yuan, and his strength has increased significantly.
The descendants of Heavenly Saints have blood heritage, even if they do nothing, eat, drink and play every day, they will gradually improve their entry, and if they are not struggling, they can at least reach the Grand Realm, and Heavenly Saint knows that they will die, or they must walk out of the stars At that time, he would seek the help of the Holy Emperor, stay in the demon world for some more years, and then distribute the spiritual resources to future generations to carry out rapid growth, and finally send them to the place of exile by hand.
There are not as many cultivators of demon races as humans, but the number of great cultivators is far greater than humans. Human cultivators do not know how many hardships and difficulties must be passed before they can reach the holy realm. The demon only needs to be the winner in one battle to have everything.
Therefore, for the demon clan, the Holy Emperor has unparalleled significance.
Seeing the young patriarch dare not speak at all, the thin middle-aged man shook his head helplessly: "Forget it, don't force you."
"Hehe ..." The young patriarch barely smiled, and then shifted the topic: "Tiansheng, you are always in the human world this time ... but what is the big thing to do?"
"How do you know?" The slender middle-aged man asked with a smile.
"Yanyun's eighteen veins rushed from the star road to the human world, some went to the Green Sea, some went to Pengshan, and some went to the Devil's Altar, and Heavenly Saint you ... it seems that there is no territory to expand the territory. Meaning, have always led us around, "said the young patriarch:" It will make you care so much that you will not be a trivial matter. "
"You're a ghost." The thin middle-aged man's eyes flashed a light that was not easily noticeable.
"But ... you probably shouldn't cooperate with Butterfly Palace." The young patriarch said.
"Why?" The thin middle-aged man asked.
"Since the Butterfly Envoy entered the human world, and the form and spirit are all destroyed, the day of the Butterfly Palace has been one day better than the other." The young patriarch said: "I am afraid they can't help anything."
"This is a bad word." The slender middle-aged man shook his head: "The thin dead camel is bigger than the horse. Moreover, the inheritance of the Butterfly Palace is different from ours. "
"Five Heavenly Saints?" The young patriarch was surprised.
"Don't you dare to ask, or don't you see the secret?" Said the middle-aged man, who was thin and long.
"I ... Tiansheng, what do you always mean?" Said the young patriarch nana.
"Why did the Holy Emperor's inheritance enter the human world inexplicably?" Said the thin middle-aged man: "With your cleverness, shouldn't you not see it?
The young patriarch was dumbfounded, and the cold sweat from the vest even wet his clothes. This matter is related to the great secret of the demon clan. He is definitely not a human being who can talk about it.
Seeing the young patriarch so timid, the thin middle-aged man felt very disappointed, with too many secrets in his heart, too much pressure, and he was about to walk out of the starry sky, so he wanted to talk to whom, as it turned out, he found The wrong person.
"You can only tell me this matter." The middle-aged man with a thin figure whispered.
"Tiansheng, you're always at ease, I never like to talk." The young patriarch hurriedly said.
"I understand." The slender middle-aged man nodded, and then sneered: "It's my humiliation to be juxtaposed with those stupid people in Yanyun's eighteen veins ... they used to borrow from me It ’s been a long time since the title, this time, they can only rely on themselves. "
"Tiansheng, if you are old, this Yanyun eighteen veins will not be long before it will be removed." The young patriarch said sadly.
"That's not necessary." The thin middle-aged man narrowed his eyes.
At this moment, the two practitioners hurried in from the outside and walked to the slender middle-aged man, whispering: "Tian Sheng, the messenger of Butterfly Palace has arrived."
The slender middle-aged man slowly stood up, sorted out his robe, and said softly: "You don't need to follow me, stay here."