The other demon generals were so frightened that they knelt on top of the clouds, not daring to take a breath.
The old demon of Black Mountain is the sky above all the demon clans in this area. The Black Mountain Order means that the old demon is here in person!
"Huh." Ye Feng snorted coldly from under the ghost's face, with a low voice, "Let Baimu come out to see me."
"Yes! Yes! The little demon will inform the king now!" The scorpion demon general crawled back into the cave as if he had been granted amnesty.
Deep in the cave, there is a palace made of countless bones.
A young man with a feminine face wearing a brocade robe was lying on a jade bed, holding two beautiful snake demons in his arms, enjoying their feeding.
He is the Lord of the Thousand Poison Cave, the Hundred-Eyed Centipede King.
At this moment, the Scorpion Demon General ran in in panic.
"My King! It's not good! Black Mountain...The envoy from Black Mountain is here!"
Hearing this, King Centipede of Hundred Eyes shook his hand and a purple fairy fruit fell to the ground. He sat up suddenly, his expression instantly turning ugly.
"Envoy? Why are you here at this time? Isn't there still one month before the annual tribute is paid?" He frowned, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.
"Little...little man doesn't know that they are already waiting at the entrance of the cave with the Black Mountain Order."
The Hundred-Eyed Centipede King felt chilled.
What he fears most is dealing with people from Montenegro.
But the other party held the Black Mountain Order, and he did not dare to miss it.
"Welcome the envoy!" He waved away the snake demon in his arms, straightened his robes, put on a humble smile on his face, and walked quickly out of the palace.
A moment later, Ye Feng and his party, led by the Hundred-Eyed Centipede King, swaggered into the Bone Hall.
Ye Feng glanced around casually and looked at the Hundred-Eyed Centipede King. There was no emotion in his eyes.
The Hundred-Eyed Centipede King bowed respectfully to Ye Feng: "I didn't know that the great envoy was here, and I missed the greeting from afar. I hope you will forgive me."
Ye Feng didn't say anything. He walked straight to the main seat in the center of the hall and sat down. This position originally belonged to the Centipede King.
The corner of King Centipede's eyes twitched, but he still had a humble smile on his face.
"The envoy has worked hard all the way, why not..."
"No need." Ye Feng finally spoke, his voice was cold, and he interrupted him directly, "I am here this time to honor my ancestor. "I have been ordered to collect this year's annual tribute in advance."
"What?" King Centipede was stunned, "Collect it in advance? This... envoy, according to the rules of previous years, isn't it..."
"Rules?" Ye Feng sneered, his ghostly gaze piercing the Hundred-Eyed Centipede King, "The ancestor's will is the rules. What, do you have any objections?"
A majestic divine soul pressure suddenly descended!
This coercion is not simply realm suppression, but the aura of a superior person that is simulated by Ye Feng by activating the soul-suppressing wood and the origin of the dragon soul, which is close to the charm of the Golden Immortal Dao!
The Hundred-Eyed Centipede King felt as if his soul was being tightly grasped by an invisible big hand. He had difficulty breathing and cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead.
The last doubt in his heart was completely crushed by this terrifying pressure.
You can’t go wrong! This feeling was very similar to the aura he felt when he had the honor to meet the old demon from Montenegro!
"No... I don't dare! Xiao Yao has no intention of doing this!" He quickly lowered his head and lowered his posture, "It's just... it's just something unexpected, Xiao Yao still hasn't fully raised part of this year's annual tribute..."
"That's your business." Ye Feng withdrew his pressure and his tone was unquestionable, "I only give you one stick of incense. After one stick of incense, I want to see something. If I can't see..."
He did not continue, but his solemn tone said everything.
The Hundred-Eyed Centipede King’s heart sank to the bottom.
He knew that there was no way to avoid this hurdle today.
He gritted his teeth and put on a smile that was uglier than crying: "Sir, wait a moment, the little demon is going to prepare!"
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the back of the hall.
Looking at his leaving figure, Tieshan and the others behind Ye Feng straightened their waists, and their admiration for Ye Feng in their hearts could not be increased.
Without a single soldier, just a few words and a look, a fairy and a demon can obediently open his own treasure house.
This kind of method is simply amazing!
However, there was no trace of relaxation on Ye Feng's face. His consciousness has been locked on the departing Hundred-Eyed Centipede King.
He knew that things would never be that simple.
A suspicious guy like the Hundred-Eyed Centipede King will never hand over all his family assets so easily even if he is temporarily frightened.
He must have a backup plan.
The Hundred-Eyed Centipede King walked into the back hall, and the humble smile on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by gloom.
He quickly walked through several dark passages and came to the door of a secret room.
The door of the secret room is covered with dense poisonous curse runes.
He bit his fingertip, squeezed out a drop of dark green blood, and pressed it on the door.
The runes flickered, and the stone door slid open to both sides silently.
The secret room is not filled with treasures, but a huge poisonous pool. In the poisonous pool, there were soaked corpses of monster beasts that had not completely decomposed, exuding a disgusting stench.
In the center of the Poison Pond, a strange plant with nine leaves, completely black, was swaying strangely.
"Nine Nether Soul-eating Grass..." The Hundred-Eyed Centipede King looked at the plant, with pain and fierceness flashing in his eyes.
This is a peerless poison that he spent hundreds of years of hard work and the flesh, blood and resentment of countless creatures to cultivate.
The grass itself is colorless and odorless. Once activated, it will turn into a poison that can directly corrode the soul.
Even a strong person in the middle stage of the Heavenly Immortal Stage will wither and wither unconsciously once he inhales it.
This was originally a trump card that he used to deal with his mortal enemy. Unexpectedly, he would use it here today.
"Montenegro...huh, do you really think that I am a soft persimmon that can be manipulated?" He snorted coldly, "Collect the rent in advance? I want to see if you, the messenger, have the life to take the rent back!"
He carefully picked off three leaves of the Nine Nether Soul-eating Grass, crushed them, and blended them into a pot of special "Hundred Fruit Fairy Brew".
After doing all this, he took out a storage bag from another secret compartment, which contained part of the annual tribute he was going to hand over.
He walked back to the hall carrying the wine bottle and tray, with that humble and respectful smile on his face again.
"Envoy, I have kept you waiting for a long time." He handed the storage bag to Tieshan respectfully, and then personally carried the wine pot and walked to Ye Feng, "This is the Hundred-Fruit Fairy Brew that the little demon has treasured for many years. He picked hundreds of fairy fruits and used it. It is brewed from thousands of years of stalactite and has the miraculous effect of nourishing the soul. The envoy has come from afar, so please drink this cup to relieve fatigue." As he spoke, he filled the jade cup in front of Ye Feng with amber-colored wine.
A refreshing fragrance spread instantly.