手心影视

They stared at each other for a long time. In the end, Niu Mang was the first to get angry. He said angrily, “What are you looking at? Have you never seen such an impressive ox?”

“I’ve never seen such a stupid ox.”

Ying Chengpeng snorted coldly and then continued icily, “In reality, you and I are standing at the peak of the Primal Core Realm. The fact that we’re only discovering the abnormality now means that there are many problems.”

At this moment, Niu Mang finally reacted, “You mean… the Holy Son is too ugly to look in the face?”

“… Niu Mang!! I will fight with you for another 300 rounds today!!”

An extremely furious roar suddenly exploded in the sky. Immediately after, many living beings in the Demon Capital saw a golden eagle with a wingspan of more than a thousand feet and a burly monstrous ox which stepped on lightning bolts colliding violently in the sky.

The lightning mixed with sharp yells almost caused the spiritual energy of the world to boil over. Occasionally, the phenomenon of the golden-winged Roc would condense as it flapped its wings in the sky to attack the 3,000 Realms. Occasionally, there would be an ancient barbaric bull stomping through the sky. When its foot landed, it seemed to be able to shatter mountains and rivers.

A few buildings below had already been reduced to ruins in the blink of an eye.

A terrifying pressure spread out, making many living beings tremble. They knelt on the ground one after another, unable to even raise their heads.

“What’s happening?”

“My goodness, this seems to be a battle between demon kings!”

“Which two demon kings are fighting?”

For a time, exclamations, screams and wails rose and fell, transforming into a gloominess that instantly enveloped this area.

After an unknown period of time, the aftermath of the battle gradually calmed down.

The two demon kings lay on the ground, panting and covered in wounds. They glared at each other fiercely. Ying Chengpeng flapped his wings strenuously and slapped Niu Mang’s stomach.

Niu Mang snorted and raised his hoof weakly to kick Ying Chengpeng’s face.

“I’ll kick you to death!”

“I’ll slap you to death first!”

“Before that, you’ll be kicked to death by me!”

“Hmph… You’ll be the first to die.” Ying Chengpeng was too lazy to continue talking nonsense. Instead, he dragged his seriously injured body up and sent a voice transmission with a solemn expression. “It’s obvious that there’s definitely a huge problem with that Holy Son. You and I have seen him more than once, but in the end, we can’t recall his image. To be able to do this…”

His expression became more and more solemn. At this moment, even Niu Mang did not continue to talk nonsense.

How terrifying was the power if it could block and tamper with the memories of two demon kings?

“Moreover, the origin of this Holy Son is also very strange. The Demon Divine Palace said that the Holy Son had been nurtured in the palace for tens of years before his recent birth…”

However, none of the top 10 demon kings knew about such an important matter!

Recalling the series of embarrassing encounters he had met with recently, even he could not help but feel a headache coming on, as if he had seen a shadow that was about to descend.

“This world… is going to become chaotic.”

“The Great Prophet won’t tell us anything about this, but we can still ask another person!” said the old ox casually. “As long as we can find Brother Star, won’t we be able to find out about the true origin of the Holy Son?”

“You’re right!”

At the mention of Brother Starbucks, even Ying Chengpeng’s eyes lit up and he looked more cheered up. “In my opinion, Brother Xing’s divination skills might not be any inferior to that old man, the Great Prophet!”

“As long as we can find him, we might be able to see through the fog!”

“But there’s a problem…” Niu Mang interrupted him. “Where can we find Brother Star?”

This Brother Starbucks was an elusive fellow. Even though the two of them were demon kings, they had no way of knowing he was. The Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons was so vast that finding someone was no different from finding a needle in a haystack!

If they could not find him, would everything be for nothing?

“However, Brother Star said that he would definitely come to the Demon Capital. Perhaps he is already in the Demon Capital at this moment.” Ying Chengpeng pondered for a moment and finally found a feasible idea. “We can directly put out a search announcement. Once Brother Star sees the announcement, he will naturally come to look for the two of us.”

“This method is indeed feasible!” Then the old ox asked another question. “However, what reason should we use? If we don’t find a good excuse and end up getting targeted by that old man, the Great Prophet, it might backfire on us.”

“That’s easy!”

Ying Chengpeng rolled his eyes around and leaned forward to whisper.

“We can do this…”

…

In the deep valley of the cold pool.

Feng Xia, who was panting heavily, fell backwards and sat in the cold pool with a plop.

During this period of time, he had been continuously absorbing the inheritances of the 10,000 Dragons Painting in battle, and his consumption of the cold pool water had also been extremely intense. The pool water that could originally reach his neck now only covered his feet.

“It’s over!”

Feng Xia let out a long sigh. He raised his hand weakly and shattered the last dragon form. Then, he lay down without any care for his image. His chest rose and fell as he panted violently.

At this moment, Jiao Qingtu, who was sitting on the green rock, opened his mouth slightly. Then, the old man let out a sigh.

He did not even have the strength to feel shocked.

“It’s done… in two days?”

One had to know that the inheritances in the 10,000 Dragons Painting were all-encompassing and no one could be good in every area that they represented. The further one went, the slower one would be able to destroy the dragon forms.

Back during his time, how talented was he? He was known as the number one expert in the Flood Dragon Clan in the past thousand years!

Even so, it took him a few months to barely complete the 10,000 Dragons Painting.

What about this little fellow named Jiao Jiao?

It had only been two days!

“This difference is too great. Can it be a mistake right from the beginning? The destiny of the East Sea Flood Dragon Clan is actually this little fellow and not that terrifying monster?”

Jiao Qingtu could not help but have this thought.

However, after that, intense regret, reluctance and despair kept surging out of his heart. It was like a demonic cloud at the bottom of the Netherworld that could pollute everything in the world.

He dug into his temples and quickly got himself out of this state. “There’s still one day left. I might be able to do something on the remaining day…”

“That’s right. This kid will definitely have to shoulder the responsibility of reviving the Flood Dragon Clan, but he still doesn’t know who the enemy is. I have to let him see what kind of monster he’s facing!”

At the thought of this, Jiao Qingtu took a deep breath and ignored Feng Xia’s objections. He lifted the young man and flew towards the Demon Capital!

“Senior, what are we going to do?”

“Kid, open your eyes and watch carefully.”

Jiao Qingtu waved his sleeves and a smile appeared on his old face.

“I’m going to… bring you to kill someone!”