"Your second uncle and grandpa, why are you squirting in my face?" The chicken-shaped creature wiped its face and said angrily.
"Your third uncle, how come Saint Mu Xi is engaged to Saint Son of Yin Yang?" Wang Hao asked forcefully.
The chicken-shaped creature fluttered its wings and glared at Wang Hao: "Are you arguing? Why can't Saint Mu Xi be engaged to Saint Son of Yin Yang?"
Ah poof——
Wang Hao covered his nose. This bullshit Haidong Bluebird King was definitely an old hen that had become a sperm. As soon as its wings fluttered, a smell of chicken manure hit his face.
"I have a question for you, kid. Saint Mu Xi is engaged to Son Yin Yang. Are you so excited?" The chicken-shaped creature's eyes were as wide as copper bells.
Wang Hao also realized that he was a little out of character, so he softened his tone and said: "Chicken...Brother Shenniao, please forgive me, I have always admired Saint Mu Xi, so I couldn't accept it when I heard that she was engaged."
Of course Wang Hao was lying. He had no admiration for Mu Xi, but he knew Mu Xi's nature. He was extremely arrogant and had no regard for monsters.
With her innate Taoist body, she will definitely cultivate to the realm of Saint King in the future, and even go one step further to reach the realm of quasi-emperor.
The only ones who can come under her eyes are those with the qualifications of a great emperor, and they must be from the human race. Mu Xi is not interested in creatures from the demon race.
No matter how talented the Yin-Yang Saint Son is, he is still far from being worthy of a great emperor, and he is also from the demon clan. How could Mu Xi take a fancy to him?
So Wang Hao was shocked when he heard the news, and felt that Mu Xi was probably coerced, or that it was not the case at all.
The specific situation is unknown.
"Hey, boy, you are the only one who still admires Saint Mu Xi. I think you are a toad who wants to eat swan meat..."
Before the chicken-shaped creature finished speaking, he saw Wang Hao's figure flashing forward and quickly moving forward.
"you……"
The chicken-shaped creature flapped its wings twice and said in surprise: "This guy actually went in the direction of Zizhuyuan. What does he want to do? Is he trying to steal a bride? He's just looking for death!"
Wang Hao quickly rushed towards Zizhuyuan, he wanted to figure out what was going on.
There are many creatures heading to the Purple Bamboo Garden. The chariots rumbling along the entire road are emitting divine radiance and runes are densely covered, forming a torrent.
"The ostentation of these powerful monsters is bigger than the last. They are all big shots of the monsters."
Wang Hao looked around, feeling secretly shocked.
There were not many people walking like him, so he stood out a bit, but he was on the road, and no one thought he was heading to Zizhuyuan for a party.
Purple Bamboo Garden is located in the southwest corner of the palace complex. It covers a large area. In addition to some palace-like buildings, there are also large gardens.
The garden is full of exotic flowers and plants, lush and full of life.
There are also clear lakes and exquisite rockeries that support various rare birds and animals, making it look like a paradise.
It is also for this reason that Demon King Valley placed the gathering place here.
At this moment, outside the tall gold-painted gate of Zizhu Garden, guests were coming and going, and it was very lively. Especially the magnificent chariots, which showed the extraordinary status of the owner.
Wang Hao had arrived near the garden and was about to go over when the rumble of a chariot suddenly sounded from behind. Looking back, he saw eight ferocious beasts pulling a black chariot, all of them powerful monsters.
All of them were tall and strong, with fierce auras, dense scales, and sword-like knives, crushing them like a giant beast from the wild.
This beast-cart didn't care whether there was anyone in front of it or not. It went on a rampage. If it was hit, it would lead to death or serious injury. Pedestrians on the road had to avoid it.
At the same time, another golden chariot rushed over, keeping pace with it, and the momentum was overwhelming.
The two beast carts refused to give way to each other and started racing on the crowded street, competing for the lead.
"Huh, looking for death!"
A cold snort came from the golden chariot, and then the chariot shifted direction and directly hit the black chariot next to it.
These two chariots are made of rare materials, and have runes engraved on them. They possess powerful attack power. They are no different from two powerful magic weapons. The sound of the collision is astonishing.
There was a loud boom, like a divine thunder exploding, erupting with terrifying power, immediately flying many creatures away. Many creatures coughed up blood and could not afford to be seriously injured.
Looking at the black tank again, a large piece of it was dented by the impact. The body of the tank was seriously damaged, and even the roof of the tank flew off.
But the golden chariot was intact, with the golden divine light flowing around it, and the light was dazzling. It continued to move forward, and a voice came from inside again: "Haha, the three-armed monkey king's chassis is not good, this thousand-year-old mysterious
How can the shabby chariot made by Mo Tie compare with my divine chariot made of glorious gold spar?"
"Hmph, don't be so arrogant. We'll see you in the Purple Bamboo Garden soon!" An angry voice came from the black chariot.
Obviously, the owners of the two cars did not deal with each other and had a lot of hatred, so the frames collided.
This is very common in the Western Demonic Region. Demonic tribes are warlike. From large groups to small individuals, there are almost no ones who can live in harmony without enmity or resentment.
Even if the grandfather of the Holy Son of Chengtian is the Holy Demon King, has a thorough cultivation, covers the Demon Realm, has extremely high prestige, and can stop wars in his lifetime, he still cannot stop the Demon Realm's attacks and conquests.
Unless the demon clan has another great emperor, the divided demon clan can unite and end the war. Only the supreme emperor can deter the warlike demon clan!
And this was just a scene on the road leading to Zizhuyuan. Wang Hao then witnessed several chariots colliding, and some strong men even took action directly and started fighting on the street.
The demon creatures stood aside and watched the battles, with laughter and discussion happening one after another, as if everyone was used to this.
No one tried to dissuade them, and no one from the Demon King Valley, the host here, came out to maintain order.
Only then did Wang Hao suddenly wake up. He had previously thought that the strong men in the Western Demon Region were friendly and cheerful, but that was all an illusion. The nature of these demon creatures was brutal and aggressive.
"They are all guests going to Zizhuyuan, right? They are fighting so unscrupulously, no one cares about it?" Wang Hao stopped a demon creature that was groping around and asked in surprise.
"Damn it, why is it you?"
The monster creature turned around, and Wang Hao was shocked. It turned out to be Brother Chicken.
"Why did I meet you again? You're so unlucky. Don't pay attention to me. I'm in a hurry!" The chicken-shaped creature glanced at Wang Hao, looked around, covered its buttocks with its wings and walked quickly towards the small alley on the side.
"What are Brother Chicken doing, being sneaky?" Wang Hao was curious and followed him.
"It's your second uncle's, don't follow me, I have something urgent!"
The chicken-shaped creature flapped its wings hard at Wang Hao and blew out a strong wind, trying to knock Wang Hao away.
However, Wang Hao raised his arm and easily blocked the hurricane.
"What are you doing, Brother Chicken, being sneaky?" Wang Hao followed him into the alley.