In the main hall, you can hear a needle drop.
Tieshan and the monks from the Shenji Camp behind him were motionless, with only their chests rising and falling violently.
The terrifying images of stars falling and the torrent of sword energy annihilating everything echoed repeatedly in their minds.
Those are two demon kings in the middle stage of immortality! He is the true messenger of the old demon of Montenegro! Just like that... gone?
Not even a bit of scum is left.
Looking at the green-shirted figure who stood with his hands behind his back and dusted himself casually, everyone's eyes changed from horror to fanatical admiration.
The Centipede King, who was paralyzed on the ground, was shaking into a ball at this moment. He didn't even have the courage to raise his eyes to look at Ye Feng.
He originally thought that Ye Feng was a ferocious dragon crossing the river, but now he realized that it was actually an ancient ferocious beast wearing human skin! Compared with him, the old demon from Montenegro was like a docile kitten.
Ye Feng ignored the shock of everyone, and with a thought, "The Art of Returning All Things to the Origin" started to work on its own.
In the air, two majestic demonic elements were pulled in, turned into two energy streams visible to the naked eye, and submerged into his body.
The demon essence in the middle stage of Celestial Immortal was of good quality. In just a moment, Ye Feng felt that his cultivation bottleneck had loosened up a bit.
As the demon essence was devoured, two storage rings and a palm-sized black airship fell lightly into Ye Feng's hands.
His consciousness penetrated one of the rings, and Ye Feng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
Good guy, he is worthy of being a confidant of the Black Mountain Old Demon. His net worth is richer than that of the Hundred-Eyed Centipede King and the Black Wind Wolf King combined. Immortal crystals, materials, and elixirs piled up like mountains.
However, when his consciousness glanced at an animal skin ledger in the corner of the ring, the expression on his face became strange.
He took out the account book and flipped through a few pages at random. The smile on his lips grew stronger and stronger, and finally he couldn't help but laugh in a low voice.
"Master Ye, why are you laughing?" Tieshan came over and asked curiously.
"Why are you laughing?" Ye Feng shook the account book in his hand, "Laughing at our good luck. I originally thought of going door to door to 'visit', but now it seems that it will save trouble."
He handed the account book to Tieshan.
Tieshan took it and took a look, his eyes widened instantly.
This account book clearly records the "rent collection" results of Xiong Ba and Hu Wei's trip.
Except for Thousand Poison Cave, all the tributes of the other eleven demon kings have been collected and stored in these two storage rings!
The two of them are the last stop!
In other words, Ye Feng's "cutting off the beard" is equivalent to taking away all the annual tribute this year from the demon king under the old demon of Black Mountain!
"My... my God!" Tieshan was so excited that his voice changed its tone. The monks from the Shenji Camp behind him gathered around to take a look, and they all took a breath, and then burst into uncontrollable ecstasy.
This is no longer robbery, this is moving Jinxian’s treasury!
Ye Feng took back the account book and his eyes fell on the Centipede King who was still trembling on the ground.
"You saw it too." Ye Feng's voice was very calm.
The Hundred-Eyed Centipede King was startled and raised his head suddenly, with a smile that was uglier than crying: "Master Ye is so powerful! The little demon...the little demon didn't see anything! The little demon is blind and deaf!"
"No, you saw it." Ye Feng shook his head, "Besides, you know too much."
The smile on the Hundred-Eyed Centipede King's face instantly solidified, replaced by endless fear. He understood that the other party wanted to kill people and silence them!
"Master Ye, spare your life! I am willing to sacrifice my soul brand and be a slave forever! I am still useful, I know the secrets of other demon kings in Montenegro, I..."
Before he finished speaking, a hand had been gently pressed on his Tianling Cap.
"Your usefulness has been exhausted."
After the words fell, the majestic devouring power burst out. The Hundred-Eyed Centipede King didn't even have time to scream, before his entire body shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, eventually turning into a pile of fly ash. His early cultivation as an immortal, along with his lifelong memories, all turned into Ye Feng's nourishment.
[Ding! Kill the demon king in the early stage of the Celestial Immortal and obtain 5,000,000 Qiankun points. 】
The system prompt sounded in my mind.
After doing all this, Ye Feng clapped his hands and said to the people who were completely stunned: "Okay, it's not suitable to stay here for a long time. Tieshan, count the loot, let's go home."
"Yes! Master Ye!" Tieshan agreed with a bang, immediately led the people, and started cleaning the battlefield happily.
Half an hour later, a black flying boat rose into the sky, turned into a stream of light, and disappeared over the Thousand Poison Cave.
On the flying boat, the monks from the Shenji Camp were smiling from ear to ear.
Not only did they come out unscathed this time, but they also made a fortune. More importantly, they witnessed Master Ye's unpredictable methods with their own eyes. That confidence and pride have long been deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts.
"Master Ye, we really... broke the sky this time." Tieshan stood next to Ye Feng, his tone was both excited and worried, "If the old demon of Montenegro knows about it, he will go crazy, right?"
"Go crazy?" Ye Feng leaned on the side of the boat, looking at the mountains and rivers retreating rapidly below, and chuckled, "Let him go crazy. If he doesn't come, I will still have to work hard to find him. It just so happens that I don't have to run errands."
Tieshan opened his mouth, and finally swallowed what he wanted to say.
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Black Wind Mountain.
This mountain is not a mountain, but the transformation of an ancient demon god who has been sleeping for countless thousands of years. The mountain is completely dark, barren of grass, and shrouded in demonic and evil spirits all year round. Even if an ordinary immortal doesn't come close to him, just by taking a look at him, his soul will be frightened by the terrifying coercion.
On the top of the mountain, there is a palace made of a single piece of ten thousand-year-old black iron, like a ferocious beast, crawling in the clouds. In the main hall, on the throne, a figure was sitting.
He was wearing a black robe and had an ordinary face. He looked like an ordinary middle-aged man. But his eyes were darker than the night. Occasionally, when they opened and closed, it seemed as if stars were rising and dying, and the world was turning.
He is the supreme master of this area with a radius of tens of thousands of miles, the golden immortal, the old demon of Black Mountain.
At this moment, he was closing his eyes and concentrating, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the armrest.
Suddenly, he stopped tapping and suddenly opened his eyes. A trace of surprise flashed across those dark eyes.
He opened his palm, and in his palm, a black jade talisman that had been broken into several pieces was lying there quietly.
This is a life-saving thing he gave to his subordinates. It has a trace of his soul mark on it. It can not only withstand a fatal blow, but also send a message back at the moment of crushing.
Just now, Hu Wei’s life talisman was broken.
"Huh?" The old demon from Montenegro frowned slightly.
Hu Wei and Xiong Ba are the two most powerful demon kings under his command. With their cultivation in the middle stage of the Celestial Immortal stage, when they join forces, even the strong ones in the late stage of the Celestial stage can fight. What's more, with his life talisman on him, who can kill them?
His fingertips lit up with a faint light, shining on the broken jade talisman.
Buzz!
The fragments of the jade talisman trembled slightly, and a blur of light and shadow appeared in the center of the hall.
In the light and shadow, there was a bright starry sky. Countless sword energy gathered into a torrent, instantly tearing apart the golden light curtain he left behind, completely submerging the figures of Xiong Ba and Hu Wei.