Chapter 1239: The Demon Tribe’s Back-Up Plan

"Hmph, you sharp-tongued little beast. You rely on your own fighting power to deliberately hurt my demon master. This is unbearable. Without an explanation, you can't even think of leaving today!"

Prisoner King's complexion was like black ink billowing, and powerful demonic power erupted from himself, rushing to all sides. Situ Reading

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He knew Akai A's combat prowess very well. Not to mention the fifth level warriors of the virtual realm, even the human half-step king realm of the same level, there were very few people who could be his opponent.

However, such a powerful master failed.

He was completely defeated and died in the hands of a fifth-level virtual realm boy.

It can be said that the result is a bit confusing. It seems that the only thing that can explain such a strange event is... the fetal transformation martial vein.

It would be better not to fight this battle. After a battle, everyone can see the incredible power of fetal transformation martial veins. It can turn decay into magic and the impossible into possibility.

Just imagine, how could such a rare treasure fall into the hands of a human boy?

At this moment, not only the Monster Clan is interested, but many people from the Water Clan, Barbarian Clan, Yu Clan and even the Human Clan have other thoughts.

"The demon clan has lost. As I said before, as long as we can take the ten moves of the little demon, our previous debt will be wiped out... Isn't it our turn now, the barbarians?"

"Hmph... my barbarian warrior Balu died at the hands of this boy. Come on, come on, now it's my turn. Brat, you only need to take my ten punches... No, no, five punches. I, the barbarian, will fight with you. Grudges can also be wiped out..."

Graybeard rolled his eyes, jumped in front of the Prisoner King, and jumped into the center of the battle circle.

"Ah, this old guy is really disgusting. A king-level expert actually wants a fifth-level virtual realm to receive his five punches?"

"This is the first time I've heard someone talk about shamelessness in such a fresh and refined way. Isn't it just for the purpose of transforming into a martial arteries?"

"Fortunately, he is still a king-level master, and at his age, he has lived like a dog..."

"Brother, please don't insult the dog, okay... a barbaric dog, a barbarian dog, even worse than a dog!"

"..."

The human race and the water race all made mocking noises. Gray Beard lowered his status and made it clear that he was going to be a hooligan.

Ye Feng laughed angrily. Today was a new level of shamelessness. He said coldly: "If the barbarians are not convinced, you can come up and give it a try if you are half a step below the king level."

"Balu deserved his death. If you, an old savage dog, are as aggressive as Balu, I, Ye Feng, will definitely take your head in the future!"

"What?" Graybeard was shocked.

However, at this moment, the prisoner king on the side could no longer hold back, his eyes were cold, and he suddenly got angry without any warning. He rolled up his hands and set off a strong wind that swept towards Ye Feng.

"Young man, Xiaoxiao, I will kill you with one move and take away your martial arts..."

The figure of Yuan Yibai, who had been on guard in mid-air, also swooped down, and the imperial dragon energy on his body flew into the sky. The terrifying dragon energy storm entangled and tore, blocking the Qiye King's surprise attack.

Then, the Sword King reached out and made a move, and the sword from behind flew towards his right palm.

Buzz!

He just raised his hand and patted the scabbard, but the sword did not come out of the scabbard. The leisurely sound of the sword was as loud as three thousand weak waters.

"In front of this king, who can take away Ye Feng today!"

At this moment, the Sword King was in full glory, with dense sword aura emerging around the bright yellow robe. Waves of disillusionment were uncertain, the edge was hesitant, and a shocking attack could erupt at any time.

Wow!

Like a sea of ​​sword energy.

Within ten feet of Yuan Yibai's location, he was invulnerable to all forces, forming a realm that was difficult for all forces to approach.

Seeing this scene, the other strong men from all races were somewhat eclipsed. The Sword King was able to become famous in the Thirteen Shenwu Counties with his status as a king. He was certainly not a person who earned his fame in vain.

According to rumors, Yuan Yibai was in one state without drawing his sword, and another state with his sword. Now that the sword has not been drawn out of its sheath, the power it displays is already terrifying enough.

If such a being is determined to protect Ye Feng, even if the three kings of the demon clan and barbarian clan join forces, they may not be able to easily take advantage.

"Hmph, even though you are a sword king, you can't challenge our demon clan. The methods of our clan are beyond your imagination!"

However, King Kun on the other side made a loud noise after the runes on his forehead beat violently. His broken arm, which was destroyed by the rules of heaven, grew new flesh at some point.

"Your demon clan's methods are average, but your demon clan's shamelessness is indeed beyond my imagination..."

Although there was sarcasm in Yuan Yibai's mouth, the expression on his face became serious. This demon king was talking nonsense and showed no fear when facing him. It seemed that he had a strong back-up plan.

"You are shameless in your words, Sword King... You can only be king of Daogu in the thirteen counties of the human race, which is not enough in the eyes of our demon clan... Since you insist on going your own way and want to interfere in this matter, then don't blame this demon king for not Give me face."

"Please... Thousand Demon-Slaying Holy Treasure Soldiers!" The rune on King Kun's forehead shot out a ray of light, hitting the void a hundred feet away.

Right there, a hole opened in the void.

Four powerful men from the demon clan who were as tall as pillars of heaven, carrying a thick bronze cauldron on their shoulders, slowly leapt out from it.

The body of the tripod is more than ten feet high, with wild beasts and ancient relics engraved on it. The edges of the tripod are intertwined with hundreds of heavenly patterns. The rays of light are flying. Every time you get closer to a few feet, the pressure that comes out of it makes people around you feel palpitating. My heart felt heavy.

King Kun smiled coldly and proudly, and the demonic power in his body jumped out wildly along his fingers, and pointed at a pattern on the body of the tripod.

Instantly, like a drop of spark splashing into an oil pan, the cauldron was full of light, emitting thousands of black lights, and hanging down from the air. The cauldron, which was originally about ten feet high, swelled in the wind and suddenly became three feet in size, dominating the air, and its pressure covered the entire transmission platform.

"What is this?"

Not only was Ye Feng surprised, but other barbarians, water tribes, and human warriors all sensed an extremely fearful power from the cauldron.

"Xu Tian... This is the demon clan's Xu Tian Ding!"

A strong man suppressed the shock in his heart and whispered, "Xu Tian Ding is a heavenly spiritual weapon. It was originally an ancient sacred object of the human race. It was later taken away by the demon clan masters. After refining, it has a trace of holy power."

"With this cauldron, it is enough to crush all king realms!"

"..."

"This is difficult..."

Ye Feng couldn't help but secretly have a headache. He didn't expect that the demon clan was really willing to spend a lot of money. This time when the Endless City was opened, they actually invited out the spiritual weapons with the power of the holy realm.

As for the Thousand Demon Slayer Saint, he had no intention to understand it.

Anyone who was related to the word Saint was an existence that he needed to look up to at present.

Once the demon clan showed this thing, could the Sword King still save himself?

Feeling the pressure from the Void Sky Cauldron, the strong men of various clans exclaimed continuously, and many people's faces quickly dimmed.

The demon clan was determined to kill Ye Feng and take away the fetal martial veins... If the martial veins fell into the hands of the demon clan, it would be much more dangerous than falling into the hands of a fifth-level boy of the human race...

"Hahaha, Yuan Yibai, now this demon king wants to ask, can you still save the head of this little beast!" The Great Kun King laughed up to the sky, with an arrogant look, and the cruelty and tyranny in the demon clan's nature were exposed.

Everyone in the other clans was in danger.

The barbarian strongmen headed by Gray Beard subconsciously took a few steps back. The king-level strongmen controlled this level of spiritual weapons. Once they went to war with the Sword King, I am afraid that no warriors below the king-level would be able to survive.

However, things have evolved to this point and have become out of control. I am afraid no one will give in on their own...