Chapter 42: The Demon Tribe Princess

  Hongri Demon Cave Fifth Floor.

  The entrance was a high platform, where a strong and intense magical aura filled the air. Xuan Yuan rode his horse to the forefront, charging to the edge of the platform, and upon seeing the scene before him, he felt a shock in his heart.

  Yan Ziyun, Gu Xing, and a group of authentic disciples followed closely behind Xuan Yuan. One by one, they saw the scene in front of them and couldn't help but have their faces filled with shock.

  Blood flows like a flood, corpses are everywhere.

  Countless corpses lay on the ground, among them were Yaksha that Xuan Yuan and his group had not encountered before. Their entire body was covered in black scales, which seemed to be an even more astonishing defense mechanism, at least possessing the strength of a Dou Wang's clan.

  Piled up densely, in the distance, only to see Feng Lie riding a dragon-scale horse, fighting with a man holding a battle-axe, and it's hard to distinguish who is winning.

  The black and gray auras collided fiercely, Feng Lie held a long spear, this long spear was called "Wind Spirit Spear", which was a top-grade artifact with unparalleled power. With the coordination of Feng Lie's divine technique, the killing technique was perfectly demonstrated.

  Wu Ming also couldn't hide his shocked expression when he saw this scene, and it turned out that Feng Lie was indeed a true disciple of the Dragon Fighting Immortal Mansion. Although Feng Lie ranked only thirty-third among the true disciples of the Dragon Fighting Immortal Mansion, he was the youngest among them and extremely favored by many elders of the mansion.

  Wu Ming also knew that the Moon Flower Gate had received the "Dragon Seal Edict" from Feng Lie this time, and came to surround and annihilate the Hong Ri Demon Cave. That's why many people knew about it, so he found his way here.

  Wu Ming's mind flashed with countless thoughts in an instant, although he was a member of the Yin family, but what he cultivated was not the Yin family's divine method, and their identities were all confidential. Wu Ming was not afraid that his identity would be exposed, perhaps there might be something to do!

  In the distance, only one man with a battle-axe in hand, incredibly robust, was being forced to retreat step by step by the wind. Behind this man were ten people clad entirely in black robes, who were demonic spirits of the demon tribe and could use their internal energy to perform magical techniques for sacrifice and invocation.

  At this moment, ten ghostly spirits surrounded a sacrificial altar covered in mysterious symbols. Their massive aura converged into seals that struck the altar repeatedly.

  "Hmph, you demons are going to die today! You actually dare to slaughter my people's civilians during my patrol mission? Today, every single one of you will undoubtedly die!" Feng Lie's overbearing aura was unleashed as he grasped the two-meter-long 'Wind Spirit Gun', his black hair flying wildly, his handsome face revealing a fierce killing intent. His two sword-like eyebrows were furrowed, making him look majestic and unstoppable.

  "Feng Lie, don't be too arrogant. If my demonic clan wanted to slaughter the civilians under the jurisdiction of the Moon Flower Gate, the casualties would not be limited to just a few. You should understand that sometimes those mindless demons are impossible for us to control completely, just like how your human tribe often enters this place and hunts them down. Don't be too overbearing." A robust man named Gui Zhan spat out a mouthful of blood and shouted angrily.

  "Hmph, you're not of my kind, your heart must be different. You demons shouldn't be hiding in the underground of our Eastern State, plotting evil deeds. How dare you try to deceive me with strong words? Don't think I don't know you're stalling for time. Let's see how long you can keep this up!" The wind was fierce and oppressive, his black hair fluttered, **Dragon Scales Horse let out a loud neigh, two flames shot out of its nostrils, its four hooves stomped, whipping up a wild gust of wind, the fire and wind energies merged together, growing even stronger as they surged towards Gui Zhan.

  A black aura burst out of Gui Zhan's body, and the battle axe in his hand chopped out continuously, stubbornly resisting the wind crack. However, at this moment, a shocking blood light burst out from the altar behind Gui Zhan, and ten ghost spirits let out a shrill cry:

  "Flesh and blood sacrifice, summoning shadow! Escorting the Long Princess!"

  Xuanyuan, standing on the high platform, overlooking everything, clearly saw countless devils and yaksha, their corpses mysteriously burning up, their blood seeping into the ground, leaving behind only a few shiny and powerful internal elixirs. Xuanyuan's eyes lit up, and he immediately ordered Wu Ming:

  "Wu Ming, hurry up and collect all these internal elixirs for me, they're all worth money."

  Wu Ming was helpless, but these internal elixirs could indeed be sold for a large sum of money. If it were him, he wouldn't miss the opportunity either. However, now they had been seized and could only belong to Xuan Yuan.

  From Wu Ming's palm, a massive amount of Qi converged into a huge vortex, transforming into a powerful suction force that drew over the Inners Dans lying quietly on the ground. After counting them, there were 120 Inner Dans from the Dou Kuang realm and 8 Night Yaksha Inner Dans from the Dou Wang realm. This was indeed a vast fortune.

  Feeling the fluctuation of Dou Qi, Feng Lie turned his head and saw Xuan Yuan leading a group of true disciples from Yue Hua Gate arriving here. He hastily gave an order:

  "Xuanyuan, hurry and let them retreat, exit the Hongri Devil's Cave. Your mission has been completed, this is not a place you can come to."

  Xuanyuan calmly put away the inner elixir into his Dou ring and said:

  "Zi Yun, you take Gū Xīng and the others away, I have Wu Ming protecting me, it's alright, I want to take a look around here."

  Yan Ziyun directly jumped onto Gu Xing's body, without any nonsense. She knew that Xuan Yuan would never do anything he wasn't sure of. With a single order:

  "Retreat!"

  The true disciples who came here are all strong in the Dou Huang realm, but apparently they are not enough to look at. Wu Ming has already reached the peak of Dou Wang, and protecting Xuan Yuan is naturally no problem, on the one hand, the distance is also very far.

  The entire altar almost shook at this moment.

  A wave of unparalleled terror aura emanated out, and even Xuan Yuan and Wu Ming standing at the entrance felt this aura.

  "Dou Emperor, this is the aura of Dou Emperor." Wu Ming's voice rose to a low roar: "Hurry up and leave, if you don't leave now, it will be too late. Even if this is just a projection of Dou Emperor, it's not something I can withstand."

  Xuanyuan waved his hand and said with a serious face:

  "What's there to be afraid of? Feng Lie Gongzi didn't even run away, and we're still so far away from them. Nothing will happen."

  From the altar, countless talismans entwined, blood light soared to the sky, and finally condensed into a woman's figure. The woman was dressed in fiery red wedding dress, with a head of flame-like long hair flying wildly, her exquisite, seductive, and beautiful face flowing with endless charm and temptation. A snow-white chest was high and raised, and on her chest, a black magic lotus bloomed, giving people an extremely strange feeling. A pair of straight and slender jade legs were pointed in mid-air, moving people's hearts.

  A surge of illusory mental power spread out, and Wu Ming did not show any fear towards this power. On the contrary, Xuan Yuan's strength was not high, and he fell into endless illusions in an instant. Beautiful women with bare bodies entwined themselves around him, panting and moaning, enchanting Xuan Yuan.

  At this moment, the Qingxin Yupa in Xuan Yuan's body suddenly shook violently, and with a loud crack, the Qingxin Yupa exploded into powder, turning into a clear stream that rushed straight to Xuan Yuan's forehead. Xuan Yuan almost woke up at this instant, his heart shocked:

  "What kind of sorcery is this!"

  However, at this moment, Feng Lie was still holding the 'Wind Spirit Gun' and sitting on the Dragon Scale Horse, with his black hair flying about, looking at the woman in front of him, coldly saying:

  "The Long Princess of the Demon State Imperial Family, Shi Ta, although you have reached the realm of Dou Emperor, this is just a projection of Dou Emperor's shadow, what can you do to me?"

  But just as the sound of the wind had fallen, a girl who looked extremely cute walked out from beside Shi Da. She was as lovely and delicate as a porcelain doll, with a slightly petite figure, but her breasts were fuller than Shi Da's. Her eyes were shining brightly, filled with sincerity and purity. A pure black long gown wrapped around her exquisite body, slender waist, and plump buttocks, perfectly outlining her figure. This girl was the standard of a "Lolita" in Tong Wen's words, making it impossible for anyone to harbor any hostility towards her.

  "Sister, so many of our demon tribe's warriors have died here, they're so pitiful." This porcelain doll-like girl, about the same size as Xuan Yuan, had a soft and weak voice that gave people an extremely comfortable feeling.

  "Ah, Xiaolou, lend me your flame for a moment." The girl referred to as Xiaolou by Shitai had a wisp of flame float out from her shadow and merge into Shitai's body.

  "Shi Yun, unexpectedly the little princess of the Demon Clan, 'Body of Ten Thousand Medicines' mastered several Fire Fights, a generation of Alchemy Master." Originally proud and arrogant Feng Lie, at this moment, his expression changed greatly, his legs clamped tightly together, and the wind system's fighting spirit churned up, Long Lin's horse immediately galloped back and forth wildly.

  "Hmph, Feng Lie, you've gone too far. Although I've just entered the Dou Emperor realm, a single shadow projection is enough to deal with you." Shī Dá's face was cold and elegant, her jade arm raised, and from her slender fingers, five finger-thick Dou Qi condensed with fine, imperceptible flames shot towards Feng Lie, who had retreated in a frenzy.