My brother is so cunning.

To a certain extent, Demon King Peng admired this dead monkey. This fellow was far inferior to him in terms of morals, but he could actually make a comeback even though he had all the advantages and disadvantages of the time and place.

He even began to consider whether there would be an extra "steamed monkey brain" on the dining table in the future to replenish himself.

Are all monkeys as cunning as him?

He actually calculated that once Demon King Peng escaped, he would be at a disadvantage in speed and capture his family members to threaten him. This was undoubtedly a bit of an omission.

Even with the monkeys seeing through his underwear, the Peng Demon King could only carry the silver lump stuck to his belly like a hen between eggs. He spread his two carved legs, turned on the chocobo mode, and headed hundreds of miles away. Rush to the lion camel city.

This hundred-mile journey is the most arduous road that Peng Demon King has ever walked, and it is really every step of the way...

The most irritating thing was that they met some little demons patrolling the road. These blind fools were still talking in admiration.

"Your Majesty, are you taking a walk after eating? You are running so gracefully."

"Are you blind? Didn't you see that the old man has an egg hanging on his belly? The boss is raising a fetus."

"You're stupid. The boss is a bird. He can only lay eggs but not babies. How can he raise fetuses!"

"What do you know? In order to avoid natural enemies, the intelligent harpies often hang eggs on their bellies and run around. If the boss is so smart, he will definitely not lie in the nest and hatch eggs like ordinary stupid birds. This Just walking around to get a tire."

"No, the boss is a golden eagle, why did he lay a silver egg?"

"You are so ignorant. Phoenix gave birth to Dapeng and Peacock, and the breed has obviously degenerated. It is very reasonable to infer that Jinpeng gave birth to Yinpeng, and each generation is not as good as the last."

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A bunch of little demons spoke so eloquently that they almost pissed off the Peng Demon King to death. If it weren't for the tight time and the severe pain all over his body, he really wanted to turn around and eat these stupid demons seeking death as snacks one by one.

Enduring the severe pain and running for fifty miles, the Peng Demon King had never been so slow in his life. The outline of the Lion and Camel City could already be seen on the horizon in the distance ahead.

The Peng Demon King stared at the past, and sure enough he saw thick smoke rising from the city, explosions one after another, and buildings collapsing.

As expected, the monkey had made arrangements in advance, and the three monkeys lurking in the city suddenly took action and carried out a shameless sneak attack and sabotage operation.

It was a bit difficult for Nezha and Princess Long Ji to fight against the Peng Demon King together, but killing all the demon kings under the Peng Demon King was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, which was easier than killing a chicken.

Fortunately, neither of the two god generals were known for their mass-destruction spells, so their demon-killing efficiency was not very high. They only killed the high-level demons, while the low-level demons fled in all directions, and many of them escaped.

However, I don’t know whether they were too involved in the performance or whether they had suffered from some cowardice before. They really used the trolls as tools to relax and relieve stress. The one who attacked them was cruel.

It was so stupid that the city could not be said to be littered with corpses, but it could also be considered to be a river of blood.

Still far away, you can see blood mist flying, bloody rain dripping, and broken limbs and meat scattered randomly.

Looking at it from a distance, Demon King Peng only felt anxious. This mass killing was not enough to kill tens of thousands of demon soldiers in the Shitu Kingdom, but the middle and high-level demon kings and demon generals suffered heavy losses.

"Stop it now, younger siblings and eldest nephew, don't kill anymore. I have reached a reconciliation with King Yu Tao, and I will let you go now!"

The bird opened its beak wide, and dozens of miles away, the roc shouted a roar that penetrated the clouds and cracked the rocks.

This shout was heard hundreds of miles away, and the little demons running away in the city could hear it clearly. They all breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that their king was here and the three crazy demon monkeys could finally stop.

But they breathed a sigh of relief and ran a few steps slower. The monster monkeys struck faster and more viciously, as if they were racing against time to kill a few more before the Peng Demon King arrived.

In the blink of an eye, a large number of monsters in the city died in vain.

The entire walking eagle was in bad condition, and his heart was weeping blood. The high-level monsters of the Shituo Kingdom had suffered such huge losses. How could they confront the Demon Alliance in the future? How could they stop the Demon Alliance's infiltration team from carrying out human livestock rescue operations in Shituoling?

There are not many high-level demons in the Demon Alliance, but their weapons and armor are extremely sharp, and their team cooperation is also very tacit and exquisite. They can also summon flying boats to teleport to the scene at any time to provide artillery support.

Even if monsters of the same level have a numerical advantage several times or even dozens of times, they will still be hung up and beaten when encountering a special infiltration team from the Monster Alliance.

If it weren't for the large number of great immortal-level demons in the Shituo Kingdom, and the advanced equipment of the Demon Alliance could not smooth out the differences between immortals and mortals, infiltration teams would have spread all over the Eight Hundred Miles of Shituo Ridge.

Now that the immortal-level demon kings have suffered from this misfortune and suffered heavy casualties, the forces confronting the demon alliance are out of balance, and the little demons are a ragtag group of people who cannot be used for much purpose.

He couldn't be the boss and act as a firefighter, patrolling the mountains like a coolie every day, right?

So what's the point of being the boss?

Shouldn't the boss force Benbo Erba to eliminate the four masters and apprentices while he sits at home drinking wine with his wife?

"My dear brother, please persuade my junior sister and my dear nephew to stop. Don't kill me any more!"

Seeing that the cry had the opposite effect, the Peng Demon King quickly begged the silver lump hanging on his belly.

The monkey's low reply came from the silver lump: "Brother, you also know that I am hiding in the shell now and my voice can't be transmitted out. By the way, do you understand the principles of acoustics? I picked up a book on interception before. Enlightenment Series, it says that sound transmission requires a medium, and sound will be reflected and absorbed..."

Demon King Peng immediately knew that he was pretending to be quiet on purpose. When this dead monkey argued with him in the Eight Gate Killing Formation before, he screamed so loudly that it was completely inaudible that he was wrapped in a silver shell.

In fact, in a closed container of strong interaction material, sound can never be transmitted.

Because the atoms of this material fit very tightly together, the space for vibration is almost zero, and the sound waves hitting the surface of the material will definitely be absorbed by almost 100%.

The reason why Peng Demon King could hear Wen Rui's voice was that the nanorobot built a small speaker outside the shell.

"Brother Peng, my voice is only this loud. It's better to rely on yourself than on others. You'd better run faster. All problems will be solved when you get closer."

The plaster monkey pretended to give advice for Peng Demon King. The latter gritted his teeth, buried the boundless grievances and anger in his heart, and ran away with his head up and his buttocks. He ran faster.

But after running a few steps, he suddenly felt that the silver ball was a few points heavier...

No, not a few points, but several times!

That damn monkey secretly increased the weight of the mountain-moving magic. It was probably that he summoned the mountain god from somewhere and brought the weight of several mountains to press on it again, holding back the evil intention to slow down the pace of Peng Demon King.

The veins on Peng Demon King's bird head were about to burst, and he tried his best to restrain his rage: "Brother, stop playing with me. We are all monsters. There is no hatred in the past and no hatred in the present. Why do you have to be so ruthless?"

"Brother, I don't understand what you are saying."

The voice of the ointment monkey sounded innocent and simple: "It is said that a journey of a hundred miles begins with a single step. You feel that the last section of the road is difficult to walk, but it is just a psychological illusion after the physical strength decreases. Come on, hold on, I like you very much..."