Once the old wolf of Chixia Mountain died, no matter how tough the little monsters under his control were, they could no longer fight, so they became like guaguai and kittens one by one and were taken in by Hufeng Mountain and became the little monsters of Hufeng Mountain. The soldiers were divided among the demon generals.
It's done. After calculation, out of the 6,000 demon soldiers in Chixia Mountain, three or four thousand died. In this battle, of the 8,000 demon soldiers in Hufeng Mountain, at least 2,000 died. After doing the math, I added the ones I received from Lao Lang. The demon soldiers, the overall power of Hufeng Mountain did not increase much, but King Hufeng was very happy, and happily brought a group of little demons back to hold a banquet to celebrate, after all, Chixia Mountain was destroyed.
The little demons were also very happy. They won the battle and had wine and meat to eat.
Only Fang Yuan didn't know whether he should be happy or not, because he had become the three kings of Hufeng Mountain...
The great king calls the wind, the great king.
The second king is King Youshi.
The three kings chase the wind king!
Mr. Bao also became famous, and now he is the confidant of the three kings, showing off his power. The old fox also boasts to people every day about his ability to recognize people. The two monsters often fight over who is more useful to the three kings. Go and have a big fight.
Not long after subduing Chixia Mountain, Hufeng Dashan began to consider going to Xiaojun Mountain. Now that the seven demon bloodlines have issued an edict, demons from all over the world are gathering there, but which bloodline should they worship? But it was a question that needed to be considered. King Hu Feng thought about it seriously for a long time, and finally drew lots and chose the Bai Feng clan, one of the seven demon bloodlines, to defect.
Fang Yuan had also learned about the seven major demon bloodlines in the Demon Realm before, and knew that the Bai Feng clan was the most active of the seven demon bloodlines, and had even attacked and killed the messengers of the Immortal Alliance. King Feng went to join him, which was exactly what he wanted.
Now that he had made his decision, King Hufeng chose an auspicious day to kill chickens and drink blood wine, and then fired up the eight thousand demon soldiers of Hufeng Mountain, leaving only a few old and weak men to guard the stronghold, and went up majestically. The road swayed all the way to Xiaojun.
Today, Xiaojun Mountain is bustling with activity, and there are grass-headed demon kings coming from all over the place.
When they met someone they knew well, they would greet each other loudly and arrange to go drink and eat meat. If they met someone with whom they had a grudge, they would immediately draw a knife and have a fight. Either they would chop the person to death and then go drink and eat meat themselves, or they would kill both parties and then reconcile. Let's go drink and eat meat together.
After Fang Yuan arrived here, he observed it carefully and was secretly shocked.
He found that there are actually a lot of grass-headed demon kings gathered in the Xiaojun Mountain area. These demon kings have different natural powers. They are not real demon kings. They are just some powerful demons that appear and occupy one area. In the mountains, a group of little monsters gathered together to claim the title of king. There was no distinction between their strength, some were golden elixirs, and some were foundation builders. They were all in such a mess that it’s hard to describe them all in one word.
Among them, King Hufeng is considered to have a large number of people, and there are also quite a few others including one thousand or two thousand, as well as hundreds and dozens of people.
However, even so, hundreds of grass-headed demon kings rushed over, and the number was still very considerable. Fang Yuan observed in secret that there were probably at least dozens gathered under Xiaojun Mountain. Although most of Wan's demon soldiers are little demons who have not reached the realm of foundation building, if they really go to war with the Demon Bian Immortal Army, they may indeed cause great losses to the Demon Bian Immortal Army.
From this, it can be seen that the mid-level combat power of Demon Realm is indeed quite large...
However, the weakness of Demon Realm is also very obvious, that is, it does not have much high-level strength.
After building foundations all over the world, there are not many golden elixirs, and those in the Nascent Soul realm can only be seen in a few major demon veins.
As for those in the realm of transformation into gods, there may only be some old monsters with long lifespans.
These old monsters are extremely cunning. No one knows their true strength. They only know that their magic power is extremely deep.
After arriving at Xiaojun Mountain, King Hufeng wrote a formal greeting note to ask for an audience with the young master of the Bai Feng clan. However, this greeting note did not even enter the mountain gate of the Bai Feng clan and was stopped by an old steward. They came down and asked them to find a valley to wait.
King Hufeng was kind-hearted and didn't take it too seriously. He just brought the second king and the third king to visit his friends all day long. Fang Yuan stayed with him for three or four days, but he made a lot of good friends in the demon realm. The three kings Zhui Feng The name is also very loud.
Until this day, Fang Yuan thought that there were not many demon soldiers and generals around Xiaojun Mountain. It was time to go up to the holy mountain of the Baifeng clan to have a look. When he was feeling around, he saw something called King Feng came over again, with a proud look on his face, and said to him mysteriously: "Third brother, follow me. Today I will take you to meet some good friends and attend a feast..."
"Don't go!"
Fang Yuan shook his head. He had eaten enough for such a feast.
King Hufeng smiled and said: "Don't blame me for not telling you, today's feast is different from the previous two days!"
Fang Yuan was a little curious: "What a difference!"
King Hufeng picked him up and said, "You'll know when you get there!"
Fang Yuan no longer refused, followed him out of the door, and said, "Aren't you calling the second king?"
King Hufeng curled his lips: "I won't take him with me. He is thinking about my position every day. Do you think I don't know?"
He looked relieved and said with a smile, "It would be great if there were more brothers like you!"
Fang Yuan really didn't know how to comfort him.
The two people came out of the valley and walked around. Soon they came to a very hidden cliff behind the mountains. They saw that a big pot had been set up here, and more than a dozen demon kings were calling their friends. Drinking freely, the little demons ran around diligently, busy with tasks, carrying melons and fruits, and carrying firewood. If they worked diligently and made the kings around them happy, they would enjoy the wine.
"Come on, fellow Taoist Hufeng, I've been waiting for you to come over before we start the banquet!"
As soon as they saw Fang Yuan and King Hufeng coming, the demon kings became very affectionate and called them over.
King Hufeng pulled Fang Yuan to sit down, and then introduced to the people next to him: "This is my brother Zhuifeng, good brother!"
Everyone around me greeted me with a smile and was very enthusiastic.
Fang Yuan had no choice but to smile and clasp his fists, and socialize with them.
At this moment, a demon king sitting at the top stood up and said with a smile: "Since everyone is here, let's have a banquet. Brothers, we are going to eat rare things today." Son, brothers have enjoyed their meal, don’t forget how good I am, the old crocodile!"
The people around laughed and said that it must be true.
Then the old crocodile spirit laughed and clapped his hands vigorously.
In the forest in the western mountains, there was a row of little demons, walking in pairs of two, happily carrying a row of things.
The surrounding demon kings all looked there expectantly.
Fang Yuan also turned his head curiously, and then his expression changed.
Those little demons were not carrying anyone else, but people one after another.
Both men and women were naked. They had been stabbed in the chest, their internal organs were removed, all the blood was drained, their heads were cut off, their feet were tied with ropes, and they were tied to wooden sticks. As the little demons deliberately exaggerated It was shaking, swinging up and down in the air.
"Haha, haha, this is really a good thing..."
"I haven't seen this for a long time. Brother Crocodile wants to satisfy my craving today..."
"Not bad, not bad, hurry up and get down..."
"Leave a piece of raw meat for me. I love thighs the most..."
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In the midst of the excitement, the old crocodile spirit looked proud, puffed out his chest and smiled: "In the past, there were always people up there to take care of people, and they were not allowed to eat people, so they could only eat them secretly, but now it's better, if you want He started working with the Immortal Alliance, so who cares about him? Those merchants all ran away, but I, the old crocodile, acted quickly and intercepted a caravan. Isn’t this good meat?"
"Haha, you are indeed smart, old crocodile, I didn't expect this!"
"I also thought about it. It's a pity that I started too late. That caravan was rescued..."
All the monsters followed him with compliments, and some even said words of regret.
The old crocodile spirit smiled and said: "I was thinking about my brothers and didn't stay to enjoy it alone. Didn't I call you here specifically?"
As he spoke, his face became more and more proud, and he added: "However, you can't eat the good wine and meat in vain. Let's talk about it first. Today's meal was delicious. Don't forget the kindness of my old crocodile. I hope you will I have also heard that hundreds of demon kings are gathered in Xiaojun Mountain, waiting to see who can fall into the eyes of the masters above and have a good future. If they can earn the title of Demon Lord, they can directly follow the seven demon kings. If you can make a living, your future is even brighter, so now I don’t know how many people are eyeing this reputation as a demon lord!"
The surrounding monsters all nodded secretly after hearing this. They still understood these things.
When the old crocodile saw it, he smiled again and said: "Brothers have to protect and support each other in order to climb high. It is not easy to win the title of Demon Lord. With your own realm and the soldiers and horses under your hands, They have to be counted enough, so I, Old Crocodile, invited my brothers to come over and have a good talk. I also ask you to help me, Lao Crocodile, to add fuel to my fire. Let’s become brothers and join forces. If you add up the troops and horses, it will be enough for you no matter what, and I, the old crocodile, also promise that if I become the Demon Marquis later on, I will not treat you brothers badly!"
After hearing this, all the grass-headed demon kings around them started to murmur.
After a while, someone laughed: "I think this is reliable!"
The name of the Demon Lord is very important to them. After all, they, grass-headed demon kings, look majestic, but in fact they are all precarious. They may be hacked to death one day, and no one will come and ask, it's them. No matter how reckless you are, you can't live like this forever, but once you have the title of demon candidate, you have officially become a member of the seven demon veins, and no one dares to act rashly anymore.
However, if the Demon Marquis cannot do it, then following a Demon Marquis can provide some protection.
This is the case for King Hufeng. He attacked Chixia Mountain at the beginning to increase his strength. However, he did not expect that the fight would be in vain. The number of people was still low, so he had to find another way. Quite a few, but his strength is only at the elementary level of the Golden Elixir, while the old crocodile spirit is at the advanced level of the Golden Elixir. If they fight, he can't compete, so he can only agree to the old crocodile spirit's proposal.
After all, he knew that nowadays, dragons and snakes are mixed under Xiaojun Mountain, and countless people have been in trouble because of the name of the demon lord. He is worried that his second son will not be able to bear it and take the time to give himself a Knife, so it’s better to be more stable.
Thinking of this, he also laughed: "It's easy to talk, let's put the beautiful meat into the pot quickly!"
When the old crocodile spirit saw this, he was very satisfied and waved his hand: "Get off the pot!"
The venue was immediately filled with joy, and all the grass-headed kings raised their glasses and celebrated loudly.
The little demons next to them hurriedly ran to the big pot, put the human flesh on the burden on the ground, raised their big knives high, and chopped towards it, but when the knives in their hands were raised in the air, , but suddenly froze and didn't fall down for a long time.
The demon generals all around are destroying them: "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and get out of the pot!"
But the little demon's knife still didn't fall, but the man slowly fell over.
All the demon generals were stunned when they found that there was a blood hole on the little demon's forehead, and blood was gurgling out of it. They were all shocked for a moment, and they jumped up one after another. Before they could even drink out, Then I saw a man slowly getting up and walking to the venue.
The man was wearing a green robe, with big sleeves swaying, and he was handsome. He was the second king of Hufeng Mountain.
When King Hufeng saw it, he was slightly startled and said: "Brother Zhuifeng, you..."
"A monster is a monster!"
Fang Yuan suddenly spoke, then raised his head and glanced at them.
Facing Fang Yuan's gaze, the group of demon generals were all startled, and their hearts suddenly felt cold.
Then they heard Fang Yuan say: "The monster deserves to die!"
"Uh-huh!"
Before the demon generals could react, Fang Yuan suddenly raised his hand and grabbed it into the void. There was a long sword in his palm. With a slash of his hand, he chopped off the wild boar head of a demon general next to him. His head was sprayed with blood into the air. Fang Yuan raised his hand to catch it and threw it into the big iron pot. Then he slowly raised his sword and walked towards the next demon general.
The demon general next to him had blood splattered on his face and looked shocked. He suddenly realized something and screamed but was about to jump up.
But Fang Yuan's sleeves swayed slightly, and wisps of cyan mist fell around him.
Each strand of this mist was extremely heavy, and when it fell on the field, the demon generals seemed to be suppressed by mountains, unable to move at all.
Then Fang Yuan started to cut off their heads with one sword and threw them into the boiling cauldron one by one.
In the iron pot, the soup is boiling and the meat is fragrant.
(End of chapter)