"It turns out that there is a demon king here, Zhang Guyue is terrified in her heart, she has no intention of offending, and please don't blame the demon king."
Zhang Guyue clasped her hands into fists, forcibly squeezed out a flattering smile, and bowed to the blood Jiao.
Blood Jiao glanced at him lightly, didn't give him any face, and scolded: "Don't blame your eldest aunt, you hurt my people, and disturbed Yaxing, who drank wine and ate meat, and said that this king stole the people of the Water Moon Heavenly Realm, and now you say a word that you don't want to offend, do you think that this is the end of it, do you think that this king is a human being who can be taken care of at will" Ximen coughed dryly twice and reminded: "Tianlinglong is a treasure of the Water Moon Heavenly Realm, not a person. ” "Oh" Blood Jiao nodded, and drank the wine in the glass cup again, but it was not embarrassed at all.
Zhang Guyue knows how to observe words and emotions very well, and sees that there are a lot of good wines and dishes on the table, but only this demon king is eating, and no one else moves, so the master who sees this here is the Blood Jiao Demon King, and these human beings should all be servants of the Blood Jiao Demon King Zhang Guyue is not wrong to think so, but what he doesn't know is that it is not that Feng Feiyun, Ximen, and Shi Lan are not eating the treasures on the table, but that the blood Jiao's movements are too fast, and as soon as the dish comes up, it will be ruined by it, and Feng Feiyun and others have no appetite for eating.
Today it seems that it is really a big disaster Zhang Guyue's face turned pale, the demon king of the ancient holy demon clan was Tai Sui Ye, he couldn't afford to provoke him at all, but he complimented him repeatedly: "Today's fault is with me, whatever compensation the demon king's predecessors want, I will send it all." ” When Xuejiao heard this, his spirit was suddenly shocked, and he said with a smile: "Okay, go and prepare 100,000 boys and girls for me as blood food, and today's case can be regarded as uncovered." ” The Blood Jiao Demon Clan is bloodthirsty, and there is nothing more delicious than blood food.
In the eyes of the Blood Jiao, it is normal to ask for blood food from the weaker races, and for it, this is called tribute.
Before Emperor Xuanyuan appeared, the human race would often sacrifice boys and girls as blood food to the powerful primeval holy demon clan, so as to obtain the protection of these primeval holy demon clans.
However, after the appearance of Emperor Xuanyuan, the Central Dynasty was established, and the human race was united, and its strength was already very strong, so there was no need to deliberately curry favor with the Ancient Holy Demon Clan.
However, the matter of donating blood and food to the strong clan still happens from time to time, but it is more obscure and has not been publicized.
Blood Jiao directly asked Zhang Guyue for 100,000 boys and girls as blood food, which was not an excessive request, which was already very tolerant in its opinion.
If the demon king of the other primeval holy demon clan encountered such a thing, he would definitely take the opportunity to make the matter bigger, and then ask the human race to divide the land to it, and then it would be possible to stop.
It's not uncommon for this to happen so often.
"The weak have no human rights", no matter where they are or what era, this is a fact on the surface.
It's just that Feng Feiyun frowned slightly, although he was a half-demon, he had always regarded himself as a human being, and naturally he would not allow the blood Jiao to mess around, and he was about to make a sound "Okay" Zhang Guyue hesitated for a long time, but finally agreed with a bitter face, after all, he was also afraid that things would get out of hand.
It wasn't too difficult for him to get 100,000 boys and girls.
He himself has a fief and hundreds of billions of people, if he can make the demon king in front of him vent his anger and give him 100,000 blood food, why not Although Zhang Guyue's actions made many monks feel disgraced and aggrieved, no one dared to stand up and accuse him, after all, they were the personal disciples of the Great Qiankun Sword Emperor, and they couldn't afford to provoke him.
At this time, a cold snort sounded: "Bully the soft and fear the hard thing, what kind of thing" This voice spoke the hearts of all the human monks present, and they all looked in the direction where the voice came from.
This jade hall is suspended in the sky, divided into seven layers, and the central position is still a hall in one direction, hovering white jade stairs.
In general, the shape of this jade hall is strange, giving people the feeling of a strange building in the heavenly palace.
The voice came down from the top of the Jade Hall, where sat a man with a mighty body, eight feet tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, full of heroic spirit, extremely thick eyebrows, and extremely resolute cheeks.
He was wearing eagle head armor on his body, and his body exuded a killing aura, and at a glance, he knew that this person must have fought all year round, killed countless enemies, and the murderous aura on his body was already difficult to contain.
Next to him stood a halberd, three feet and five feet long, with a thick bowl mouth, and a golden eagle's head cast in the tail of the halberd.
That eagle-headed Qijun is as murderous as his master, and he must have drunk countless blood.
Zhang Guyue also stared at the tough and mighty eight-foot man, narrowed her eyes, and said coldly: "Your Excellency is scolding."
The eight-foot man put the bronze wine tripod on the table and said with a smile: "Yes, am I scolding people?"
Zhang Guyue was even more angry, and said, "Today, there are the demon kings of the primeval holy demon clan here, and I don't want to worry about you in general. ” "Haha Demon King, how can Lao Tzu look down on you the most in his life, such a shameful thing, when facing his own people, show off his might, shout and kill, so not majestic, when he meets a foreign race, the rooster will quail, all kinds of flattery, disgusting and disgusting" The eight-foot man roared twice, his voice was like a divine thunder, and he shook the sky.
Zhang Guyue's face turned red and white when he was scolded.
The eight-foot man said again: "Which point of my human race talent is worse than the primeval holy demon clan Thinking about the beginning of the Middle Ages, the Xuanyuan Emperor was born, swept Liuhe, and defeated all directions, even the patriarch of the primeval holy demon clan had to shout the emperor when he saw him, what a majesty it was.
Besides, 10,000 years ago, the Heavenly Witch God stood outside the Tianhong Pass with one person and one horse, and defeated the strong men of the Phoenix Demon Clan, and even the Phoenix Demon Queen returned with a feather, and at that time, the Heavenly Witch God frowned. ” "Why is the human race weaker than the primeval holy demon race, I don't think it's because the human race is congenitally deficient, but because there are too many soft eggs like you, you have never known how to fight in the nest, and when you pull it to the battlefield of the ten thousand races, you will be cowardly."
The eight-foot man poured another bottle of wine from the vat next to the table, and then drank it all "Well said," Simon cried out with a.
Zhang Guyue was said to have more and more hangings on her face, her fists were clenched tightly, her teeth were clenched, and she was about to explode.
Blood Jiao was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and said: "Zhang Guyue, do you give it away to my 100,000 blood food?"
The eyes of the eight-foot man upstairs froze, and he said, "If he dares to send it, I will take his life today." ” "Then it depends on whether you have the ability to do that."
The jade sword on Zhang Guyue's back suddenly left its sheath, emitting a deadly white light.
Just the moment the sword was unsheathed, thousands of sword shadows appeared, and the momentum on Zhang Guyue's body also changed in vain, just like a sword out of the sheath.
Although he couldn't provoke the demon king of the Ancient Holy Demon Clan, he still wouldn't take this eight-foot man in his eyes.
Feng Feiyun let out a long sigh, feeling sad in his heart, in front of the primeval holy demon clan, the so-called powerhouse of the human race turned out to be so humble, even a person of Zhang Guyue's status had to lower his voice, and other Terran monks could imagine it.
Although the integrity of that eight-foot man is really admirable, in the end, it still caused the human race to fight in its own nest, but it was Blood Jiao, the demon king of the primeval holy demon clan, who looked lively happily, as if he was watching a monkey show.
How can this not be sad The eight-foot man was right, the reason why the human race is inferior to the primeval holy demon race is not that the human race does not have strong people, and he does not know that the human race is inherently weak, but because there are too many weak and timid people.
The more Feng Feiyun thought about it, the more angry he became, and directly pinched Xuejiao's neck, like pinching a loach, and threw it into the wine jug.
Poof Blood Jiao shouted in the wine jug: "I am the demon king of the primeval holy demon clan, who dares to disrespect me" Feng Feiyun stretched out a fist and flattened the bronze wine jug, turning it into a discus, and the wine splashed out, splashing Simon's all over his face.
Xuejiao was naturally beaten into a meat patty, and hurriedly begged for mercy: "Master Feng, you quickly dissipate your anger, I was just joking with him, who knew that he would take it seriously."
It's really none of my business, I'm a vegetarian with Master Turtle now, how dare I really devour the blood of the human race, and I don't have the guts."
Naturally, this scene on the table was not seen, because everyone's attention was attracted by the fighting methods of Zhang Guyue and the eight-foot man.
Zhang Guyue's cultivation has reached the peak of the second level of feathering, but with his talent, even the great sage of the third level of feathering can fight, and his momentum has naturally been raised to the peak, which makes many people feel breathless.
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The Qiankun ring on his finger flew out, wanting to control the battlefield between the two in the small world of Qiankun.
But before the Qiankun ring on his finger flew out, it was pierced by the tip of a halberd and shattered into pieces.
That halberd was like a fierce dragon, easily piercing through Zhang Guyue's condensed sword qi realm, like a broken bamboo, and the blood was soaring, which frightened Zhang Guyue's face greatly.
"The Universe is Immeasurable, the Sword" Zhang Guyue's sword technique was not used, and the halberd had already passed through his abdomen, leaving a blood hole from the mouth of the bowl, and from the side of Zhang Guyue's body, the other side of the body could be seen, and the end seemed terrifying.
The whole body of the halberd was stained red with blood, and it was as hideous as an angry Jiao, and it flew back into the hands of the eight-foot man.
The eight-foot man pinched the halberd and slammed it to the ground, and suddenly a huge shaking like a stormy wave broke out, and this jade hall flying above the sky seemed to be about to fall.
The personal disciple of the Great Qiankun Sword Emperor was actually pierced through his body by this fierce halberd Countless people were stunned "Today, Lao Tzu slaughtered your shameful thing."
The eight-foot man's tiger eyes were scorching, like a divine soldier descending from the sky, and countless wind and thunder erupted from the halberd.
At this moment, four stunning women wearing white sacrificial robes flew into the sky and landed above the jade hall, their bodies shining and dazzling, just like four fairies stepping on the clouds "Water is the source, the moon is the light, and the water and the moon will always exist between heaven and earth" The hands of the four white-clothed sacrificial goddesses each shot out a white divine practice, flying out from four directions, like four white pillars of light, entangled the halberd in the hand of the eight-foot man.
The halberd had already reached the position of Zhang Guyue's heart, but it was entangled by the four divine exercises, and he couldn't move forward any further, so he stopped there abruptly: