Once the old wolf in Chixia Mountain died, no matter how fierce the little monsters under their hands were, they could not fight any longer. So they became like kittens and were incorporated into Hufeng Mountain, becoming the little demon soldiers of Hufeng Mountain, and were divided under the demon generals.

The task was completed, and after calculation, there were 3,000 demon soldiers in Chixia Mountain in this battle, 3,000 demon soldiers in Hufeng Mountain, and at least 2,000 demon soldiers in Hufeng Mountain. After all, the demon soldiers received from Laolang, the overall power of Hufeng Mountain did not increase much. However, the King Hufeng was very happy and happily brought a group of little demons back to celebrate. After all, Chixia Mountain was destroyed.

The little demons were also very happy. The battle was won, and they had wine and meat to eat.

Only Fang Yuan didn't know whether he should be happy, because he had become the three kings of Hufeng Mountain...

The great king Hu Feng.

The two kings, the king of traveling stones.

The Three Kings Chasing the Wind!

Master Leopard also became famous after all. Now he is the confidant of the three kings, showing off his power and power. The old fox also boasts about his own wisdom and knows others every day. The two monsters often fight over the things that are more meritorious to the three kings.

Not long after conquering Chixia Mountain, Hufeng Mountain began to consider going to Xiaojun Mountain. Now the seven demon veins have issued an edict, and all demons in the world are gathering there. However, which lineage should be worshipped in is a question that needs to be considered. King Hufeng thought seriously for a long time, and finally grabbed a lot and chose one of the seven demon veins to go to join.

Fang Yuan had already learned about the seven demon veins of the demon realm before, and knew that the foundation of the Baifeng clan was the most active line among the seven demon veins. He even attacked and killed the envoy of the Immortal Alliance. King Hufeng went to join him, which was exactly his own wish.

Since he made a decision, King Hufeng chose a good day, killing chickens and drinking blood wine, and then lit up the eight thousand demon soldiers of Hufeng Mountain, leaving only a few old and weak guarding the village, embarking on the road majestic, staggering all the way towards Xiaojun.

Today, Xiaojun Mountain is very lively, with grass-headed demon kings coming from all over the world.

When they met someone they knew, they would greet each other loudly and make an appointment to drink and eat meat. When they met someone who had a grudge, they would immediately draw a knife and go to fight. They would either kill the other party and go to drink and eat meat by themselves, or they would cut both sides and get both sides injured, and then reconcile and go to drink and eat meat together.

After Fang Yuan arrived here, he carefully observed it and was secretly shocked.

He found that in the Xiaojun Mountain area today, there were indeed many grass-headed demon kings gathered. These demon kings naturally had different powers and were not real demon kings. They just had some powerful monsters, so they occupied a large mountain and gathered a group of little monsters to call them the king. There was no distinction between the strengths of the golden elixir and the foundation-building ones. It was a mess and it was hard to describe it in a word.

Among them, Hufeng King is considered to be a large number of people, while others are a large number of people with 1,200, and hundreds or dozens of people are also a large number of people.

However, even so, hundreds of such grass-headed demon kings rushed over and there were still considerable numbers. Fang Yuan secretly observed that at least hundreds of thousands of demon soldiers were gathered under Xiaojun Mountain. Although most of them were small demons that had not reached the foundation-building realm, if they really started a war with the Demon-Border Immortal Army, they might indeed cause great losses to the Demon-Border Immortal Army.

From this we can see that the intermediate combat power of the demon realm is really quite large...

However, the weakness of the demon realm is also very obvious, that is, there is not much high-level strength.

If you run around to build a foundation, there will be few golden elixirs, and the Nascent Soul realm can only be seen in several demon veins.

As for the realm of transforming the gods, there may be only some old monsters with a long life span.

These old monsters are extremely cunning. No one knows their true strength, only knowing the extreme depth of their magic power.

After arriving at Xiaojun Mountain, King Hufeng wrote a post as if he was decent, asking to see the young master of the Baifeng clan. However, the post was not even entered the Baifeng clan's mountain gate, and was stopped by an old manager and asked them to find a valley to wait.

King Hufeng was quite open-minded and didn't take it seriously. He just brought the two kings and the three kings to visit friends all day long. Fang Yuan stayed with him for three or four days, but he made many good friends from the demon realm. The title of the three kings Zhuifeng was also very famous.

Until this day, Fang Yuan considered that the demon soldiers and generals around Xiaojun Mountain had not touched too much. He should go up to the holy mountain of the Baifeng clan to take a look. When he touched the details, he saw King Hufeng coming again, with a proud look on his face, and said to him mysteriously: "Three, follow your brother, today I will take you to meet a few good friends and attend a feast..."

"Don't go!"

Fang Yuan shook his head. He had enough food for this 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: "How different!"

King Hufeng pulled him up and said, "You will know when you go!"

Fang Yuan stopped refusing and followed him out, saying, "Don't you call the second king?"

King Hufeng curled his lips: "I don't take him. I'm thinking about my seat every day, thinking I don't know?"

He said with a look of old widow comfort, and smiled and said, "I wish there were more brothers like you!"

Fang Yuan really didn't know how to comfort him.

The two of them left the valley and walked around, and soon arrived at a very secret cliff behind a mountain. But they saw a big pot had been set up here. More than a dozen demon kings were calling friends to drink. The little demons ran around diligently, busy, carrying fruits and firewood. They worked diligently, making the kings around happy and would enjoy the wine.

"Come on, Fellow Daofeng, I've been waiting for you to come before the dinner starts!"

As soon as he saw Fang Yuan and King Hufeng coming, the group of demon kings were very intimate and called them over.

King Hufeng pulled Fang Yuan and sat down, and then introduced to the person next to him: "This is my brother Zhui Feng, good brother!"

Everyone around him greeted him with a smile and was very enthusiastic.

Fang Yuan had no choice but to smile and hold his fists and socialize with them.

At this moment, the demon king sat at the top, stood up and smiled and said, "Since all the people are here, let's start a banquet. Brothers, I want to eat rare things today. Brothers are happy to eat, don't forget the goodness of my old crocodile!"

People around me laughed and said it was certain.

Then the old crocodile sneer laughed and clapped his hands hard.

In the forest in the western mountains, there was a row of little monsters, two people in groups, happily carrying a row of things and walked out.

The demon kings around him looked there with anticipation.

Fang Yuan also turned his head curiously, and then his face changed.

Those little monsters were carrying no one else, but they were actually one person after another.

Both men and women were naked. They were slaughtered on their chests, cleaned their internal organs, released all blood, cut off their heads, tied them to wooden sticks, and swung them up and down in the air as the little demons deliberately and exaggeratedly shaking.

"Hahahaha, this is really a good thing..."

"I haven't seen this for a long time. Brother Crocodile is going to let me satisfy my craving today..."

"Not bad, put it in the pot quickly..."

"Leave me a piece of raw, my favorite thighs..."

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In a very happy and cheerful way, the old crocodile spirit looked proud and smiled with his chest out: "In the past, there were always people on the upper side to control people and they didn't let them eat, so they could only eat secretly. Now it's better, and they want to fight with the Immortal Alliance. Who else cares about these people? Those who trade businessmen all ran out, but my old crocodile quickly started and intercepted a caravan. Isn't there any good meat?"

"Haha, it turns out that you are still smart, I didn't expect this!"

"I thought of it too, but it's a pity that it was too late to start, and that caravan was rescued..."

The demons all followed suit and said some regretful words.

The old crocodile grin smiled and said, "I'm thinking about my brothers, I didn't stay and enjoy it alone. Wouldn't you just call me?"

As he said that, his face became more and more proud, and he said, "But, good wine and meat should not be eaten for nothing. We can say that before. Today's meal is beautiful. Don't forget the goodness of my old crocodile. I believe you have heard that now hundreds of demon kings gather in Xiaojun Mountain, just waiting to see who can get into the eyes of the men above and get a good future. If you can earn the name of a demon and directly follow the seven demon veins to make a living, it will have a bright future. So, I don't know how many people are staring at the name of this demon!"

After hearing this, the monsters around him nodded secretly, and they still understood these things.

When the old crocodile saw it, he smiled and said, "Brothers must protect each other and hold each other to climb high. It is not easy to seize the name of the demon. In my own realm, all the soldiers and horses under my command must be enough, so my old crocodile invited my brothers to come over and talk about it. I also asked you to help me and the old crocodile and add a little bit of fire to me. Let's have a good brother and join forces. These soldiers and horses will be enough. My old crocodile also promises that if I become the demon, I will definitely not treat you badly!"

After hearing this, the demon kings around him were filled with controversy.

After a while, someone laughed: "I think this matter is reliable!"

The name of the demon king is very important to them. After all, these grass-headed demon kings look majestic, but in fact they are in danger of danger. They may be hacked to death one day. No one will come to ask. No matter how reckless they are, they will never want to live such a life forever. But once they have the name of the demon king, they will officially become people of the seven demon veins, and no one dares to act rashly again.

However, if the demon guard cannot be a good person, then following a demon guard can be somewhat guaranteed.

This is true for the King Hufeng. At the beginning, he attacked Chixia Mountain to increase his strength. However, he didn't expect that he had a fight in vain. The number of people was still a little worse. Then he had to find another way. He had a lot of troops under his command, but his strength was only at the beginning of the Golden Pill, and the old crocodile spirit was at the advanced level of the Golden Pill. If he fought, he could not compete, so he could only agree with the old crocodile spirit's proposal.

After all, he knew that there were dragons and snakes at the foot of Xiaojun Mountain. For the sake of this demon, countless people had already had a big fuss. He was worried that his second son would not be able to help but take the time to give him a knife, so it would be better to be more stable.

Thinking of this, he laughed: "It's easy to say, put the beautiful meat into the pot quickly!"

Seeing this, the old crocodile spirit was very satisfied and waved his hand: "Get into the pot!"

The venue was immediately filled with joy, and all the great kings raised their cups and celebrated loudly.

The little demons next to them hurriedly ran to the big pot, put the human flesh on the load on the ground, raised the big knife high, and chopped it up. However, when the knife in his hand was lifted into the air, it suddenly froze and did not fall for a while.

The demon generals around him were destroying: "What are you waiting for? Get into the pot now!"

But the little demon's sword still did not fall, but the person slowly fell.

All the demon generals were stunned and found that there was a blood hole in the little demon's forehead, and blood was gushing out of it. For a moment, they were shocked and jumped up one after another. Before they could make a sound, they saw someone slowly getting up and walking into the field.

The man was wearing a green robe, with big sleeves, and beautiful appearance. He was the second king of Hufeng Mountain.

When King Hufeng saw it, he was slightly stunned and said, "Brother Zhuifeng, you..."

"The demon is a demon!"

Fang Yuan suddenly spoke, then looked up and looked at them.

Facing Fang Yuan's gaze, the group of demon generals were stunned, and suddenly felt a little cold in their hearts.

Then they heard Fang Yuan say, "The demon deserves to die!"

"Swish!"

Before the demon generals could react, Fang Yuan suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the void. A long sword appeared in his palm. He waved his hand and chopped off the head of a demon general next to him. His fat head was sprayed into the air with blood. Fang Yuan raised his hand to catch it, threw it into the big iron pot, and then slowly lifted the sword and walked towards the next demon general.

The demon general next to him was splattered with blood, and looked shocked. He suddenly realized something, screamed but was about to jump up.

But Fang Yuan's big sleeves swayed gently, and a silky blue mist fell around him.

Every thread of the fog weighed ten thousand pounds. When it landed in the field, the demon generals seemed to be suppressed by a mountain and could not move.

Then Fang Yuan started, cutting off their heads with one sword and throwing them one by one into the boiled pot.

In the iron pot, the soup is boiling and the meat is fragrant.
Chapter completed!