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In a teahouse in the Demon City, the Golden-winged Xiaopeng King was observing the unknown Xiao Yan.

The reason is that many young demon monks raised a question, that is:

Since our demon race wants to imitate the human race in setting up a holy land, shouldn’t there be saints and saints? Or existences with different names but the same functions.

Everyone unanimously agreed with Yan Ruyu's words. After all, she is a descendant of the Qing Emperor, she practices the Demon Emperor's scriptures, and she also has the Demon Emperor's Qinglian Imperial Armament in her hand. Who can compare?

Some time ago, I also had a battle with the Ji family's Divine King Body, and there is evidence of the results.

So no one questions her reputation, but it's different with men.

Among the demon clan of the Eastern Wasteland, the Golden-winged Peng King has defeated all the invincible opponents of the younger generation in the central region. This time when he came to the northern region, he even found several extremely famous demon geniuses of the younger generation to compete with each other.

win.

Recently, demon clans from all over the Eastern Wasteland have arrived one after another, and the Golden Winged Peng King will challenge every genius he sees from other regions, like a war madman and a lunatic.

But he won all his challenges.

He thought he had enough capital to become the Holy Son of the Demon Clan, but some news came:

The Divine Phoenix Sutra was taken out by a demon cultivator named Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan gave a fortune stele to the establishment of the Yao Clan's orthodoxy. It was made of nine kinds of Nine Heaven Divine Jade. In addition to the Divine Phoenix Sutra, it also had nine kinds of saint's secret arts engraved on it. They were all gifts for the establishment of the Yao Clan's Taoism.

In recent times, every demon clan powerful person who comes here has to leave something on the calamity tablet, either a scripture, a secret technique, or a powerful demon clan secret.

In this way, everyone thinks that Xiao Yan, the Holy Son of the Demon Clan, has not escaped because of his great contribution!

But the Golden-winged Xiaopeng King was very unconvinced.

Our demon clan has always respected the strong, when will it be our turn to rely on our contributions to speak for ourselves?

As a weak person, you should give everything!

He heard that Xiao Yan was only at the second level of Dao Palace. Although he was considered a genius if he could defeat Jin Mingxiao, his cultivation level was too low and his strength was too weak. Naturally, he couldn't compare with him. How could he dare to compete with him for this monster?

The position of the clan’s holy son?

snort!

He was snoring coldly and his eyes were like swords.

Luo Mo felt the thoughts aimed at him, and turned to look at the Golden-winged Little Peng King upstairs. His figure disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the next second he quietly penetrated the void and appeared opposite the Golden-winged Little Peng King.

"Brother Peng is so elegant and cheerful. The hustle and bustle of this demonic city can't be heard by Brother Peng. He can enjoy tea with a pure heart."

The Golden Winged Peng King's eyes narrowed, because the way Luo Mo appeared was too unconventional, and it was obviously an extraordinary secret technique.

During more than two years of working in Yaoguang, Luo Mo would also practice various secret techniques he knew when he had time. He had vision, had seen a lot, and had Bodhisattva by his side, so he could learn everything quickly.

"Grandpa and father told me not to trouble you, but I don't think so."

The Golden-winged Little Peng King doesn't have much brain circuitry. He wants to prove to everyone now that he, the Golden-winged Little Peng King, is the most suitable candidate for the Holy Son of the Monster Race.

"oh?"

"Since ancient times, our demon clan has respected the strong. I am determined to win this holy son of the demon clan."

Luo Mo said indifferently: "Speaking of which, we are discussing whether it is better to call him Son of God or Son of God. At present, most people agree with the title Son of God and Goddess."

The Golden-winged Xiaopeng King suddenly stood up, with a high fighting spirit, and said loudly: "I don't care who the son of a god is, I just want you to fight with me to see who is qualified to sit in this position!"

This is a city of demon cultivators, and everyone's senses are very sharp. The loud voice of the Golden Winged Peng King naturally attracted everyone's attention.

"It's the Golden Winged Peng King!"

"What is he doing? Does he want to challenge Xiao Yan?"

"It's possible, but I heard that Xiao Yan seems to be on the second level of Dao Palace."

"What? The second level of Cai Dao Palace?"

"But it is said that he once easily suppressed Jin Mingxiao of the Jinpeng clan. Jin Mingxiao has already reached the fifth level of the Dao Palace."

“Hiss—that’s so genius!”

"No matter how talented he is, he is still young, and his cultivation level is not high. If he is from the Four Extremes Secret Realm, and he has practiced Demon Emperor-level scriptures such as the Divine Phoenix Sutra since he was a child, I will definitely be more optimistic about him, but now..."

"One thing to say, it is true that Golden-winged Xiaopeng has been in the Four Extremes Secret Realm for some time."

…

The Golden Winged Peng King completely ignored the discussion. Why is there a gap in age and cultivation? Since there is a gap, why should he hold it in for now? If his cultivation is insufficient, he still dares to compete for the position?

"Do you dare to fight with me?" he asked again.

"If you want to compete for the position of the Son of God, you will have a chance in the future." Luo Mo will also choose a situation that can overwhelm everyone, and sit in a position where he can steal luck.

"Why wait until later? I will suppress you now to prove who is stronger!"

The golden-winged Xiaopeng King burst out with fighting spirit, and his divine power turned into a roc claw and swung it, destroying the tables and chairs in the teahouse.

And Luo Mo's figure had already appeared outside, moving as fast as a ghost. Many people didn't see how he moved clearly.

Luo Mo frowned.

While talking, he started to do it. Didn't he say that there would be a special occasion? Is there something wrong with this little yellow bird?

"If you don't dare to fight, tell everyone to give up your position as the Son of God!" King Jin-Wing Xiaopeng raised his head and said.

"Ha...there are some things you shouldn't say randomly."

That was the Great Tribulation Luck Technique that Luo Mo had put in a lot of effort to design.

How dare you move?!

He decided to teach the little bird a lesson on behalf of his grandfather, and said in a cold voice, "Come out, so as not to destroy other people's things."

Is this about to start a fight?

The onlookers were excited for a moment, what a collision between the two geniuses of the demon clan.

Luo Mo flew to the sky, and the Golden Winged Peng King immediately followed him. The sky would be their battlefield.

The two of them stood in the sky, one on the left and the other on the right. Luo Mo said: "It's nice here."

When the Golden-winged Xiaopeng King heard this, he shouted loudly and used Tianpeng's extremely fast movement technique to turn into a golden light and kill him, arriving in the blink of an eye.

when--

The golden-winged Xiaopeng King swung his palm like a knife and slashed at Luo Mo's body. His divine power surged in all directions and could not be invaded at all.

His face changed drastically. What kind of physique was he? How come he was not hurt even after being hit by it?

"That's it?"

Luo Mo seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and then he swung out his palm sword in the same way, and the five-color light flowed like a five-color heavenly sword.

The golden-winged Xiaopeng King was naturally not afraid and greeted him with fists.

Peng's blood spilled, and the Golden Winged Peng King quickly retreated.

"King Xiaopeng is injured!"

"What's going on? The Four Extremes fought against Dao Palace, but they couldn't break the opponent's body, and were injured by the opponent instead."

Onlookers all said they had never seen anything like this before.

King Xiaopeng looked at his arm that was almost cut off, shouted angrily, and burned his blood to repair the injury.

Then he pointed it as a sword, a flash of golden light shone, and turned into a golden sword with feathers to kill. The golden sword with feathers came to kill, one turned into two, two turned into three, and in the blink of an eye there were flying feathers all over the sky.

"One hundred and eight thousand swords!"

He could see that Xiao Yan's body might be weird. He had defeated many geniuses from the Four Extremes Secret Realm, but he had never seen such a powerful body. His hands were numb from the shock.

So he used the Pengyu Sword, and then began to prepare a secret technique to use all his strength to fight Xiao Yan.

A vision picture of a Tianpeng fighting a dragon appeared behind the Golden Winged Peng King. This was a vision he had cultivated using secret techniques. It was extremely powerful and had helped him win many opponents.

He believed that Xiao Yan would be no exception.

Facing the golden feather swords all over the sky, Luo Mo formed the sun seal with one hand and the moon seal with the other hand, turning into a yin and yang diagram, turning like a black hole.

One hundred and eight thousand swords came to kill, and the Yin-Yang diagram suddenly expanded, swallowing them all in one bite. You can see that one hundred and eight thousand swords are still struggling in the Yin-Yang diagram.

"If you dare to swallow my sword, I will crush you, you piece of shit!"

To operate the secret technique of the Golden Winged Peng King, he must control the Peng Yu Sword that he sacrificed with blood essence to break the opponent's secret technique.

But in the next second, he lost contact with all Peng Yujian, and his face couldn't help but turn pale.

A powerful blood energy appeared on Luo Mo's body, and the blood energy was like the smoke of a wolf.

"you!"

The Golden Winged Peng King was shocked and angry, because this blood energy was clearly the Peng Yu Sword he had refined with his blood essence, but it was refined so quickly by the other party!

The blood energy was swirling, Luo Mo made a seal with his hand, and sprayed out a stream of divine fire to burn the blood energy.

"ah--"
To be continued...