Seeing the mountain of peach blossoms, the demon king controlled the animal skin and lowered the clouds and fell towards the mountains.

"Master, is this the old land of King Kurong?"

Smelling the sweet but not greasy fragrance of flowers, Yun Zhongjun looked down with a slightly condensed look, and he always felt something was wrong.

The demon master said expressionlessly: "That's right, this place is Rotten Tao Mountain, the old land of King Decay and Rong."

Seeing the expression of the demon master, Yun Zhongjun felt a stern in his heart and asked, "The master also noticed something is wrong?"

"Yes, the whole Rottao Mountain... is too quiet."

The demon master's face was slightly dark, and he clenched his fists secretly, knowing very well the danger of the beast tide passing through.

Even the King of Far and Wind fell into it, and there were probably no one left in the mountain, and all of them were slaughtered by ferocious beasts.

Yun Zhongjun was stunned when he heard this, and then he remained silent, and had already guessed that it was roughly.

The animal skin slowly landed at the foot of the mountain. The demon king looked around and said in a deep voice: "We are quiet, let's go up the mountain first with me."

"Yes, follow the order of the king!"

As if he noticed the strangeness, all the monsters were alert to the surroundings, jumped off their animal skins and followed closely behind the demon king.

Without a few breaths, the boat landed beside him. The Wanshou Wang family arrived and walked side by side with the Demon King.

The south side of Rotten Peach Mountain is arc-shaped, and the east and west corners are surfacing inward. The demons have crossed several slopes and come to the edge of the peach forest.

Along the way, dried blood was everywhere, with broken corpses and limbs everywhere, collapsed rocks and broken forests, all demonstrating the tragic tide after the beast tide.

The moment I stepped into the peach forest, the pungent smell of blood came to my face, and even the fragrance of peach blossoms was difficult to cover, which deeply tested the smell of all demons.

In the air, the tragic situation of Rotten Tao Mountain was not obvious. Now that I am approaching, I know that it is terrifying.

Looking at the scene of gunpowder filled with smoke and scars, the demon king frowned more and more, and said in a low voice: "I felt the aura of a ferocious beast comparable to the power of the demon king. It seems that the King of Knotty and Rong is indeed dead."

Beside him, the hunched body of Wanshou King leaned on a crutch and sighed: "As soon as I landed, I felt it, and it was more than one. No wonder King Kurong didn't even have a chance to ask for help."

The demon king shook his head and said, "That's no wonder. Who said that King Kurong is too arrogant and his body is rooted in the mountains and does not move. It is difficult to even escape when necessary."

"Who said it was not? The improvement of the mountain field lies in the cultivation over time. This guy Kurong is too impatient."

Looking at the scorched earth hidden under the peach forest, King Wanshou couldn't help but feel emotion. He secretly said that under the tide of beasts, the third-level spiritual vein that had finally formed had lost its quality again, and he might have become an ordinary second-level.

While the two demons were talking, they gradually climbed up the mountainside, revealing half of the scenery of Rotten Peach Mountain.

"Cry!!!"

At this moment, a eagle cries resounded, loud and thick, mixed with a sense of arrogance that no one else could be better than me.

Immediately afterwards, the wind was howling, the whistling wind was rustling, and the petals of the peach forest were flying, and sand and stones were rising.

In the roar of the wind, the demons stood unsteadily and shaking, feeling the head-heavy and light.

With his wings stretched out his wings to block the wind and sand, Yun Zhongjun stood on the shoulder of the demon, and remained steadily, looking sideways at the sky.

When I entered my eyes, I saw a huge eagle that was pitch black all over, covering the sky and the sun flapping its wings and hovering above the peach forest.

The strong wind just now was caused by the eagle flapping its wings.

Before the demons could react, the demon king's eyes were annoyed and shouted: "Iron Wing King, have you played enough? Is today the time for you to be presumptuous?"

"Hehehehe, what are you shouting at? I'm just kidding you, I don't expect you to be so ignorant."

The eagle, known as the Iron Wing King, smiled cunningly, slowly lowered its wings and lowered its figure, turning into a middle-aged man with black hair and black beard, standing on a towering peach tree.

The middle-aged man was wearing a black robe, with a tall and straight figure, and a pair of dark gold eagle eyes that showed their sharpness, arrogant and arrogant.

Looking at the Iron Wing King, the Demon King suppressed his anger and asked, "Okay, you flat-haired bird, you were making trouble when you first came, and you wanted to give me a warning!"

"I said Lao Shanzhu, everyone is a demon king, so you can't be calm, don't yell, you'll lose your face in vain."

The Iron Wing King asked something wrong, but instead he spoke sarcastic, his eyes full of contempt, and he seemed to have no regard for the other party.

At this time, King Wanshou, who was a friend, tapped the ground with a crutch and said in a deep voice: "Iron Wing King, today is the day of sacrifice. How dare you be so arrogant? Have you forgotten what the Red Cloud Demon King said?"

Seeing the hunched King Wanshou, the Iron Wing King hesitated for a moment, his eyes flashed in his anger, and he was obviously a little afraid.

However, after only a moment of hesitation, the Iron Wing King sneered: "I know that you are close to the Red Cloud Demon King, but you don't need to always use the fox and the tiger's power. I won't take this trick."

Even so, the Iron Wing King obviously restrained a lot and stopped mocking him randomly.

It seems that the name of the Red Cloud Demon King is indeed effective...

Buzz —

Just as the two sides were in a stalemate, a gust of wind broke out came, attracting the attention of many demons.

In sight, a giant ship made of white bones flew over the sky, and the ashes of various skeletons were quite dazzling. Even the sunny day and the sun made the demon feel scared.

When the bone spacecraft fell, a lion-headed and tall and strong demon king jumped first, followed by a group of fierce and ferocious demon generals and demons.

The Iron Wing King glanced at it and said with a smile: "Baru Lion King, you are late this time!"

The barbarian lion king's nose swayed, and he ignored the Iron Wing King and said lightly: "The smell of blood here is very strong. It seems that the guy Kurong is really dead."

Ignored, the Iron Wing King snorted coldly and waved his sleeves without saying a word.

As a king who soars in the sky, how could he be as knowledgeable as a lowly beast? It is simply a disgrace to his identity.

"Ahem, I'm talking to you, why not go up the mountain first, otherwise it would be rude to miss the welcome to the Red Cloud Demon King."

The atmosphere of several parties was tense, and Wang Wanshou coughed lightly and spoke first.

The three demon kings looked at each other and said in unison: "Yes!"

In a brief calm, the demons climbed the mountain silently, alerting each other, and the atmosphere fell into a deep state.

Halfway through, a roar of eagles and birds sing, and more than a hundred monsters who turned into monsters arrived and landed behind the Iron Wing King on their own.

This scene made Yun Zhongjun feel itchy. Unexpectedly, the rare bird monsters saw so many at once.

His eyes occasionally glanced at the Iron Wing King, and Yun Zhongjun couldn't help but feel admiration.

This feeling is not because of the Iron Wing King's style of dealing with things, but because of the admiration of being a hawk and a faint connection in his bloodline.

Even if it weren't for all kinds of reluctance, Yun Zhongjun would have wished to directly surrender to the Iron Wing King and become his demon.

After all, it is better to be under a demon king of the same clan than to be in the other clan, whether in terms of cultivation or bloodline.

As if he felt the heat of Yun Zhongjun's gaze, the Iron Wing King Muran looked back and his sharp eagle eyes locked the target with one look.

Seeing a little eagle demon peeking at his house in secret, the Iron Wing King swept over and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Sure enough, only the same clan can understand his own heroic spirit.

However, this little eagle demon has alien feathers, which are suspected to be ancient bloodlines...

Thinking of this, the Iron Wing King nodded secretly and made up his mind to see if he had the chance to ask him for it.

As a heroic eagle turned into a demon, the Iron Wing King always looked down on the beasts and only attached importance to the eagles and birds of the same clan.

For this reason, the Iron Wing King has gathered many eagle and bird demons openly and secretly to form a flying demon army.

If Yun Zhongjun is really an eagle demon with ancient bloodlines, it is quite valuable and can win one or two.
Chapter completed!