The Strongest Violent Soldier Chapter 2276: Burning with anger

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"A demon of the tenth-level magic pattern?" Wang Meng was taken aback.

Wang Meng is not a member of the Demon Race, and I don't understand what the so-called magic pattern is, but listening to Qing Luo say this, Wang Meng can feel the horror in it.

The Demon Emperor and Zi Yan, as well as the Demon Clan Grand Prince, are all nine-level magic patterns, and they have the qualifications to compete for the next Demon Clan.

The tenth-level magic pattern? Is the born demon god.

It is estimated that his appearance has not only shocked all the powerful demons, but also the next competitor of the demons.

Wang Meng thought.

Here Qingluo gave Wang Meng the answer, her eyes solemnly said: "For our demons, the tenth-level magic pattern represents the supreme status. For example, the ninth-level magic pattern is qualified to be promoted to the next demon god. Ten-level magic lines are born to be a demon god."

"Do you mean that his appearance was directly named as the next demon **** by the old demon god?" Wang Meng reacted. If so, it is no wonder that the big prince hated him and did not hesitate to let the entire demon clan be selected. A **** dispute arises.

After all, he is about to become a demon god, but now, there is no chance at all.

Wang Meng clenched his fists and couldn't help but think of Wang Xiao, the younger brother of the Wang family. This is a completely different thing. But the essence is exactly the same.

"Originally, this tenth-level demon man with magic patterns really wants to become the next demon god. He was appointed by the old demon god. But because there are too many elders in the demon clan who support the grand prince, this matter is influenced. So far, there has not been a complete result. It is also because of this that the eldest prince is given the opportunity to play tricks."

"That's it! By the way, what is that tenth-level magic pattern?" Wang Meng suddenly asked this crucial question.

I thought it couldn’t be the Devil Emperor and Zi Yan, right? Qing Luo said just now, they are all ninth-level magic patterns.

"Is it... the little magic boy?" Wang Meng had a special thought in his mind.

"Yes!" Qing Luo nodded and admitted.

"It's the little magic boy! He is the second tenth-level magic pattern in the history of the Demon Race, a natural born Demon God. However, because he is too young, just a few years old, and because of his parents' background, so When the old demon **** was making him the next demon god, he was stopped by the elder prince and a group of elders." Qing Luo sighed, feeling a little bit distressed about the little demon **** in his heart. He was only a few years old and suffered such a struggle.

"Huh! What a young age, those guys are obviously afraid that the little magic boy will take their demon position, so they did it deliberately." After Wang Meng understood all the situation, his heart was furious.

Endless killing intent, crazily overflowing from Wang Meng's body.

Qing Luo sighed: "It is true, but there is no way. The eldest prince is deeply rooted in this Demon Race, and there are many people who support him. And Demon Emperor and Sister Zi Yan, they just came to Demon Race III. In the year, naturally will not be the opponent of the prince."

"So you support the Devil Emperor and Zi Yan? Those guys just now are the minions of the Great Prince?"

Qing Luo nodded and said: "It is indeed the case. Today's demons are in chaos and are completely divided into two factions. One faction supports the prince. The other faction supports the tenth-level magic pattern." /

"This kind of support is life-threatening. Because all the supporters will die when they lose in the end. The demons are cruel, so the competition of the demons is different from other families in the outside world."

For Qingluo's words, Wang Meng nodded. He came over this time and thoroughly experienced the cruelty of the demons.

"The Devil Emperor and Zi Yan, and the little devil boy with tenth-level magic pattern, what about them? Nothing, right?"

"Brother Devil is missing, no one knows where he went. As for Sister Ziyan and Little Devil Boy, they were protected by supporters. I was out this time to look for Brother Devil. As a result, I didn't find it." Qing Luo sighed, and she could see that she was very worried about the safety of the Devil Emperor.

When Wang Meng heard that the Devil Emperor was missing, when he was in danger, his killing intent was overflowing, and his fists clenched tightly.

"These guys, if they hurt the Devil Emperor, I will definitely not let them go." Wang Meng roared inwardly.

"By the way, where's the old demon god? He won't just sit idly by?" The old demon **** is the key to this matter.

Now the old demon **** is in retreat, if it weren't for this, the prince wouldn't be so rampant. "Qingluo said.

"Retreat! It seems that the grand prince wants to take this opportunity to solve everything."

"Well! If nothing happens, he will succeed."

"Not necessarily! Now that I am here, I will definitely not let him succeed." Wang Meng shouted.

Qingluo stared at Wang Meng and was able to perceive the strength of Wang Meng's fifth stage late stage. Although this is very powerful, it is not the strength that can turn the tide in the Mozu.

Wang Meng is here, it is just a help, can he change everything?

Qingluo didn't believe it, but didn't say much.

At least the brotherhood of Wang Meng, Devil Emperor, Zi Yan and others. Move her.

"You are a friend of Brother Demon, I will call you Brother Wang Meng, here is not too much to say, you might as well take me back to the Nine Demon Palace, where is my palace, we will Consider the long-term plan." Qing Luo proposed.

"Good!"

Wang Meng agreed.

The Nine Demon Palace that Qingluo said was not very far away. It belonged to Qingluo's territory. After the decision was made, Wang Meng carried Qingluo on his back and headed to there.

At this time, the death of the burly man of the demon clan was also known to the big prince's minions, and they notified the big prince the first time.

It was a large hall sitting on the edge of a cliff in the West, and it looked like a skeleton.

And here is the palace of the Great Prince of the Demon Race.

At this moment in the palace, on a throne of skeletons, sits a young man wearing black armor, sword eyebrows and star eyes, full of majestic aura.

His face is full of exotic style, his eyes are blue-black, and there are magic lines on his forehead, shining brightly, this man is the eldest prince of the demon clan.

Majiuyou!

Huh!

A strong wind came and turned into an old figure leaning on a cane.

As soon as this old figure appeared, he bowed to Jiuyou, and slowly said: "The big prince, there are humans in the Demon Race."

"Oh?" Mo Jiuyou leaned forward when he heard the words, revealing a very interested look.

"Has the Human Race finally come here? But the friend of the Devil Emperor?" Mo Jiuyou asked.

"I don't know, but I noticed the smell of the space teleportation formation, and after that person appeared, he killed our people and saved the nine princess Qingluo." The old figure said.

"What? Didn't Qingluo catch that woman? Humph! You are not doing business well." Mo Jiuyou's body was soaring and the demon flame burned, and the space was twisted.

The old figure below retreated in fear, and then expressed his attitude: "Don't worry, the big prince, I will personally take action and capture all the human beings and the nine princess Qingluo."

"Okay! I am waiting for your good news."