Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

"Brother Golden Horn!"

Xiao Meng was the first to rush to Jin Jiao's side. At this moment, the black armor on Jin Jiao's body had completely exploded. His whole body was shaking and blood was pouring out, making him look extremely embarrassed.

However, being able to escape death under the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique also proves that the powerful vitality of the three-headed monster dragon tribe is indeed not a guarantee.

Of course, there was some element of Ling Feng being merciful, but no matter what, Jin Jiao finally saved a small life.

"Ahem..."

Jinjiao spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body gradually shrank, turning back into a half-human, half-demon form, with shock in his eyes.

I definitely tried my best just now, but I still lost at the hands of that Prince Long Fei. Is this the strength of the main line?

"Even... even Brother Jinjiao was defeated. How... how is this possible?"

"Oh my god, Brother Jinjiao has already transformed back into the form of a monster, yet he is still defeated."

"It's too... too strong!"

The younger generation of the Three-headed Demonic Dragon Tribe all looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes, and their eyeballs almost fell out.

They are obviously only Demon General level, but they can suppress the Demon Lord level Golden Horn. Are members of the main line so scary?

"call……"

Seeing the result of this game, Jin Zhulong and Jin Mu clan elders were obviously relieved.

They were not fools. They could all see that this was a waterless battle, but Prince Long Fei still won. In this way, there should be no objections from everyone in the clan.

Ling Feng stood up with his sword put away, looking at the younger generation of the three-headed monster dragon tribe in the cave, and said coldly: "Now, no one should have any objections to me getting the quota for the Ancestral Soul Awakening Ceremony, right?"

"this……"

Those young tribesmen lowered their heads one by one. Even the Golden Horn had been defeated. What right did they have to disobey?

Jin Jiao also drooped his head, even though there were thousands of dissatisfactions in his heart, but Ling Feng defeated him with his strength, and he had nothing to say.

"I...I'm still not convinced!"

At this time, it was Xiaomeng who stood up with a pink fist and gritted her silver teeth and said: "Father, fellow clan elders, I... I doubt that he, Prince Long Fei, is not... not a demon clan at all. !”

"What?"

As soon as he said this, Jin Zhulong's eyes widened immediately and he looked at Ling Feng carefully. However, there was nothing wrong with the evil spirit all over his body. Then he stared at his daughter angrily and growled: "No nonsense." Nonsense! Can I be wrong about whether Prince Long Fei is a demon?"

The clan elders in the hall also kept looking at Ling Feng. Whether it was the demonic energy or the three demonic dragon clan marks on his chest, there was absolutely no problem at all.

Apart from looking exactly like humans, they are completely demons!

Ling Feng was sweating secretly from behind, and his face froze slightly. Did he reveal his secret somewhere, and was actually seen through by this banshee named Xiao Meng?

"Okay Xiaomeng, take Jinjiao down to rest, and don't mess around anymore!" Jin Zhulong said with a frown.

"He is definitely not a demon clan!" Xiaomeng insisted and said angrily: "You see, when he fought with Brother Jinjiao just now, he didn't even use the strongest sharp horns of our three demon clansmen. His The fighting style is nothing like our three-headed monster dragon tribe!"

"This..." A trace of doubt flashed through Jin Zhulong's mind for the first time. Indeed, when Long Fei and Jin Jiao fought, many times if Long Fei transformed his own sharp horns, he could directly attack Jin Jiao's weaknesses.

But he didn't. He didn't use the three most powerful weapons of the Demonic Dragon Clan even once, which was already very suspicious.

As a demon clan, why don’t you have any instinct of a demon beast?

Ling Feng's palms were secretly sweating. It must be said that women's intuition is really accurate. That Xiaomeng actually saw through his identity based on this.

But now, no matter what, I have to pretend, otherwise there are so many powerful demon kings in this cave, and I can definitely die without a burial place in an instant.

"Father, since Prince Long Fei says that he is a royal descendant of the three-headed monster dragon clan, does he dare to change back to his true form?"

Xiao Meng glared at Ling Feng and yelled: "Do you dare? Change back to your true form and let us all see. If you can turn back into the three-headed monster dragon, then we will recognize you!"

Jin Zhulong's pupils shrank, and he suddenly remembered something: Yes, he had always preconceptions that Long Fei was the three-headed monster dragon clan, but did Long Fei have any characteristics of the monster clan?

Even in the fierce battle of life and death, he had no intention of transforming into his original form, or rather, he had no original form at all!

Although there is nothing wrong with the demonic energy in him, maybe there is really any way to transform the demonic energy in the human race?

"Prince Long Fei, look..."

Jin Zhulong glanced at Ling Feng and said with a solemn expression: "Can you please transform back into your true form so that my ignorant daughter can be convinced?"

"this……"

Ling Feng's face was dull. This time it was over, he was completely exposed.

I'm not a real demon, so how can I transform? Become a ball ball!

The most I can do is use the Bahuang Body Training Technique to enlarge my body a few times, but when it comes to transforming into fangs and sharp claws, I am so incompetent that I can't do it!

"What's wrong?"

A trace of doubt flashed in Jin Zhulong's eyes: Could this Long Fei really be a fake three-headed monster dragon clan? His courage is too great!

"Transform! Transform! Transform!"

At this time, the young three-headed monster dragon clan members gathered around and shouted loudly. The atmosphere became increasingly tense, as if it would explode at any time.

"Prince Long Fei, you have changed."

Xiao Meng snorted. In fact, she was only half-guessing and half-confused, and she had no idea at all. However, seeing that Ling Feng had not changed his true form for a long time, she felt that she might have guessed right.

"Hmph, no one can force me to do anything!" Ling Feng stood with his hands behind his back, staring coldly at the three-headed monster dragon clan members in the cave, and said proudly: "You ask me to change, do I have to change?"

As he said that, Ling Feng stared at Jin Zhulong with a dark face and snorted coldly: "Chief Zhulong, do you want to force this prince to transform? If you make this prince unhappy, you know the consequences!"

At this point, the only thing left was to let Jin Zhulong exert pressure to suppress the three-headed monster dragon clan members.

"Prince Long Fei, if you are really a three-headed demon dragon clan, why are you afraid of turning into your true body?"

That Jin Zhulong can become the leader of a clan is not a fool. There are many doubts about Ling Feng. If he still turns a blind eye to this, then he is really a fool.

"Transform! Transform! Transform!..."

Ling Feng clenched his fists, looked at the countless sharp eyes around him, and took a deep breath: No, I have to run!

His hand has already grasped the token leading to the Misty Ghost Forest. At this moment, only this treasure can save his life.

But if you want to get into the demon clan next time, it will be extremely difficult.

"He is a demon! The demon with the purest bloodline!"

Suddenly, Ling Feng felt a golden light shrouding down, directly exploding a huge hole in the top of the cave.

In the sky, a huge golden monster dragon appeared, which was seventeen or eighty feet tall, just like a huge mountain peak.

The golden monster dragon grabbed Ling Feng's hand and directly held it in his palm.

"See the ancestor!"

Immediately, all the three demon dragon tribes bowed down together. Even the leader of the three demon dragon tribes, Jin Zhulong, who was at the peak of the demon king level, also worshiped under that terrifying and unparalleled momentum. He was lying on the ground, not daring to move.