Inside the small village in the mountain range, there were hundreds of true demons, all of whom had frightened expressions on their faces, and many even hugged each other out of fear.
The leader of the real demon was wearing a brown fur coat, with black feathers resembling peacock tail feathers stuck on the back of his head. He was holding a huge cattail fan in both hands, his calves were trembling, and he was staring outside the village, muttering in his mouth, "I don't want this king."
Be afraid, I am the Demon King, the most powerful being within a radius of more than ten miles, and no living being can defeat me."
"Help!"
Suddenly, the real demon who called himself the king screamed, threw away the huge cattail leaf fan in his hand, and fled towards the house in the distance.
After being yelled like this by him, the other real demons were even more trembling, with fear on their faces and eyes rolled, as if they would faint from fear at any time.
Outside the village, Ye Feng and others were stunned.
"Apollo, are you sure they are real demons? Are they arrogant, powerful, and arrogant real demons?" Ye Feng was stunned, looking at the real demons in the village with faces as pale as paper, hugging each other and trembling.
Apollo also looked confused and rubbed his eyes, "What the hell?"
In Apollo's impression, true demons are synonymous with being powerful and aloof. Even if they die, they will not show any sign of cowardice.
"How can these real demons be so weak and still live in the inner realm?" Zhao Wushuang blinked, lowered his voice and said, "They couldn't be doing this on purpose, so that we can let down our guard."
"It's very possible!" Ye Feng nodded, agreeing with Zhao Wushuang's guess. After all, if these demons are so weak and cowardly, how can they live in the inner realm full of crises.
"Ancestral weapon please!!!!"
Suddenly, the real demon who called himself the king ran out of the house in a hurry, carrying a big cauldron on his shoulder.
The big cauldron is dark and filled with evil energy, and the carvings on it are so mysterious that once you take a look at it, you will feel like you are sinking into it.
"This is?"
Apollo's expression changed drastically. He stared at the dark cauldron and took a breath of air. "Isn't this the legendary demon-suppressing clan's magic weapon, the Wild Sky Devil's Cauldron?"
After the demon king took out the cauldron, the trembling real demons suddenly changed their faces and ran towards the cauldron, as if they had been given blood.
Hundreds of real demons surrounded the Demon King, each with provocative faces, staring at Ye Feng and others outside the village.
"Little bastard, come in if you dare!"
"Yes, yes, you have the guts to come in. Hum, the ancestral artifact is here. We are invincible and a great immortal existence."
"You guys, come on!"
Some of the real demons looked embarrassed, and all of them stretched out their right hands and twitched their fingers.
Ye Feng and others looked at each other. Is this change too fast?
Just now, everyone was scared to death, and now they have become so arrogant and arrogant?
"Be careful!" Apollo half-squinted his eyes, staring at the dark cauldron surrounded by real demons. "If this is really the ancestral weapon of the demon-suppressing clan, the Wild Sky Devil Cauldron, I'm afraid we all have to explain it here."
The real demon who patrolled the mountain before, with his neck raised like a proud swan, stood at the front of the crowd, with his hands on his hips, like a demon looking down on the world, "Little bastards, come in if you have the guts, Grandpa Demon can't kill you!"
"Crack!"
"Fuck!"
Zhao Wushuang slowly stepped out with his right foot.
The arrogant young man looked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He suddenly jumped up and threw himself into the crowd. He slapped his chest with his right hand and said, "It scared me to death. Damn it, how dare he come here!"
"Well!"
Zhao Wushuang's eyes flickered as he stepped out, looking at the hundreds of real demons in the village who all took a step back.
"Damn it, how dare you come here?"
"Ancestral weapon, do you see it? This is our ancestral weapon. Aren't you afraid of death?" The demon king carrying the dark cauldron raised his hand and pointed at the Wild Sky Devil Cauldron, with anxiety on his face, "Little bastard, if you do it again
If you dare to get close, I will kill you with the ancestral weapon. Are you afraid? I tell you that as soon as the ancestral weapon is released, the gods will fall."
"It seems like they are all bluffing!"
"call out!"
After saying this, Zhao Wushuang rushed directly into the village.
“Shuashuashua!!!”
The moment Zhao Wushuang rushed into the village, all the real demons surrounding the Demon King seemed to have turned into strong winds and shot towards the house behind.
The Demon King was carrying the dark cauldron alone, his face full of astonishment, and he immediately became furious, "Damn it, I didn't even run away, how dare you run away first!"
"Bang!"
He suddenly threw away the dark cauldron, rubbed oil on the soles of the Demon King's feet, and disappeared in an instant.
"This, this..." Zhao Wushuang's mouth twitched slightly and he looked up at the houses in the distance.
As Zhao Wushuang glanced across, the small cracks in the doors were instantly closed.
Ye Feng and Apollo also quickly walked into the village.
"Apollo, are you sure this is the Wild Sky Devil Cauldron, the ancestral weapon of the Demon Suppressing Clan?" Ye Feng looked at the huge black cauldron, but did not feel any amazing aura.
"Probably, no!" Apollo looked at the black tripod carefully, with a strange look on his face.
"Bang!"
Ye Feng suddenly raised his right hand and slapped the black tripod hard.
With Ye Feng's current strength, even a mountain would collapse, not to mention a mere black tripod.
But now, there is not even a single crack in the Black Cauldron.
"This place is not simple. These real demons are not simple either!"
Ye Feng half-squinted his eyes, with light flowing through them, scanning towards the houses in the distance.
The group of real demons was indeed very strange, but the speed with which they fled just now was enough to prove that they were not weak, and could even be described as very strong.
"Ancestor weapon, my poor ancestor weapon!"
In the largest room, the Demon King was lying on the window, looking at the black cauldron that was knocked into the ground by Ye Feng. He couldn't help but cover his chest tightly with his hands, "If you dare to desecrate the ancestral artifact like this, I will definitely make you pay the price!"
As he spoke, the devil's eyes flashed with fierceness, he suddenly turned around and strode towards the center of the room.
"Eat first and then talk!"
Sitting down on the chair, the Demon King took a deep breath, his face full of excitement, grabbed the beast meat on the table, and stuffed it into his mouth as hard as he could.
"thump!"
"Fuck!"
The Demon King, who was eating desperately, his expression froze, and he looked at the figure that suddenly fell from the roof, "Damn Dawu, you have crushed my food!"
"Your Majesty, spare your life!"
The young man called Da Wu was actually the one who met Ye Feng and others while patrolling the mountain.
Dawu's face was full of fear, his whole body was trembling, and he met the devil's angry gaze. With his hand behind his back, he secretly stuffed a piece of vicious beast meat into his pants.
"Um?"
The Demon King narrowed his eyes and stared at Dawu, "Little bastard, what are you hiding in your pants?"
"No, nothing!"
"Hand over the meat!"
"Your Majesty, I don't know what you are talking about!" Dawu suddenly jumped up, his face full of panic, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Your Majesty, the enemy has rushed in!"
"What?" The Demon King's face changed drastically, he hugged the beast meat on the table and ran away.
At the same time, Dawu picked up another large piece of ferocious beast meat, and like a monkey, he jumped to the roof and got out in a few seconds.
