Rebirth of the Urban Madman

The little Saint of Jinpeng looked at the hundreds of demon kings at the peak of the Hedao level in the Demon King Arena as if he saw nothing.

There was a murderous aura in his eyes, and he was extremely fierce.

Beside him, more than 2,000 Hedao demon kings protected him, like the moon surrounded by stars, surrounding the little Saint of Jinpeng.

This was the Saint of the Huntian Holy Mountain, the descendant of the Huntian Pengzun, who was guarded by more than 2,000 Hedao demon kings and wanted to sweep across the Demon King Arena and seize the Ancient Demon Order.

Obviously, this was Huntian Pengzun paving the way for his descendants to enter the Hangu Emperor Domain.

For a while, all the demon kings in the entire Demon King Arena ignored Qin Xuan, and the big demons roared, uneasy, panic, angry, and all kinds of emotions turned into roars and conveyed.

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One of the ten thousand holy mountains, a middle-aged man with eagle eyes and hooked nose stood with his hands behind his back.

It seemed to see through tens of millions of miles into the Demon King Arena.

On the side, there is a ten-foot-tall Peng bird, with a jet-black body and feathers like jade.

"Father, with my second brother's strength, it is not difficult to win an ancient demon order. Why make such a big fuss?" Mo Peng said slowly, "I am afraid that this move will cause dissatisfaction among other demon lords of the Holy Mountain."

Huantian Pengzun's eagle eyes were indifferent, "Dissatisfied? What dissatisfaction? I am one of the demon lords of the Holy Mountain of Ten Thousand Demons, but they have not even given me an ancient demon order. What qualifications do they have to be dissatisfied?"

Huantian Pengzun's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, "Don't think that revealing the ancient demon order that the three guys in the Three Emperors Valley are fighting for can calm me down."

"The seven great holy demons all know that I have two heirs under my command, but they only gave me the news of an ancient demon order. I didn't make a big fuss, which has given enough face to the other demon lords of the Holy Mountain."

Huantian Pengzun paused for a moment and spoke again.

"Ye Mo, this time, the Demon King Contest gathers 30 million peak Demon Kings of Hedao, and many hidden beings have already appeared. Although Jin Peng is not weak, this matter is of great importance, how can we neglect it?"

"What father wants is that you enter the Hangu Emperor Domain together, and no one can be missing!"

"This time, you brothers must seize an Emperor Heart Yuan Fruit in the Hangu Emperor Domain. The other holy mountains look down on father, but it is because father borrowed the power of grandfather's death to enter a holy mountain. Now his cultivation is only the lower grade of Mahayana, so he is unwilling to give me even one ancient demon order." Hun Tian Pengzun's voice was calm, but Ye Mo beside him could hear his suppressed anger.

Ten thousand demon holy mountains, hundreds of holy mountains, his father occupied one of them and was the master of the holy mountain.

But there are more than 3,000 ancient demon orders, and he is unwilling to give even one to his father. The most important thing is that his father is too weak.

Although there are immortal veins to help, the cultivation of the lower grade of Mahayana is far behind that of the other demon lords.

"Father, don't be angry. I will enter the ancient emperor's domain and take the emperor's heart fruit to help you." The voice of the Night Demon came in a deep voice.

Hun Tian Peng Zun nodded gently, and his eyes fell on the other demon kings, his eyes were gloomy.

"Three Emperors Valley, when I enter the middle grade of Mahayana, it will be the time for you three emperors to perish!"

He only said this in his heart. The three emperors were extraordinary, and even he was not sure to kill them. Otherwise, he would not have allowed the three emperors to leave last time.

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Qin Xuan didn't care about what happened on the Ten Thousand Demons Holy Mountain.

At this moment, he stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the more than 2,000 demon kings at the peak of the Hedao, and the little saint of Jin Peng.

In the demon king arena, only the little saint of Jin Peng was showing off his power, and the other demon kings at the peak of the Hedao were all dead silent.

"Little Saint Jinpeng, you are the son of the demon king, are you going to snatch our chance?"

A demon king spoke unwillingly, and as soon as the voice fell, a cold light flashed across the eyes of the little saint Jinpeng.

"How dare you speak in front of this saint!"

A roc bird cried coldly, and the little saint Jinpeng moved in an instant.

Many demon kings at the peak of the Hedao only saw a golden light, which came in an instant and appeared in front of the demon king who spoke.

The demon king who spoke before was even more horrified.

Immediately, it roared and used its innate magical power.

It was a giant turtle with the blood of the black tortoise, and its defense was extremely terrifying.

The giant turtle demon king shrank into the tortoise shell, and in an instant, his innate magical power turned into a virtual image of the black tortoise, which was an absolute defense that could not be broken.

Boom!

In an instant, the claws of the Little Saint Jinpeng landed on the virtual image of the Black Tortoise.

Many demon kings could clearly see that the virtual image collided with the claws, and the surrounding void collapsed and spread instantly.

Indistinctly, the tip of the claw actually pierced through the virtual image of the Black Tortoise and pierced the tortoise shell a little bit. The demon power and defense were penetrated bit by bit by the claws.

The eyes of the Little Saint Jinpeng were filled with murderous intent, and it suddenly roared to the sky.

Some golden substances actually grew on the claws, and the tortoise shell wasWhen in contact with the golden substance, it was like spring snow meeting the scorching sun, and it was constantly corroded.

In the end, the giant turtle was corroded out of the cave amid its roar.

Immediately, the little Saint of Golden Peng rushed into the turtle shell, and in less than a moment, the other end of the giant turtle shell was broken.

A golden roc came out with blood, and the blood dyed the golden feathers red.

A demon pill was directly swallowed into the stomach of the little Saint of Golden Peng.

"Who else dares to ask this Saint?"

The sound of the roc resounded throughout the Demon King Arena. The bloody golden roc was like an ancient beast, fierce and arrogant, making all the demon kings at the peak of the Dao present change color.

"The wind of no destruction!"

Qin Xuan looked at the little Saint of Golden Peng and said to himself.

The Wind of Indestruction is one of the middle-grade Dao powers, and this little Saint Jinpeng actually cultivated this Dao to the realm of refining Dao and transforming it into reality, destroying and piercing the tortoise shell with the blood of Xuanwu.

His strength is definitely not weak among the demon kings at the peak of Hedao.

If he can enter the Mahayana realm, he can definitely sweep away ordinary demon lords of the lower Mahayana level, and even the middle-grade Mahayana demon lords may not be the opponent of this little Saint Jinpeng.

All the demon kings were full of fear.

The strength of the little Saint Jinpeng was too terrifying, not to mention that there were more than 2,000 demon kings at the peak of Hedao from the Huntian Holy Mountain.

This little Saint Jinpeng wanted to win the first place in the Demon King Arena, who dared to be his enemy? Who could be his enemy! ?

Even if the Golden Peng was covered in blood and arrogant, what would happen?

Some big monsters had distorted faces, and finally, a monster king spoke, "Pan Niu is willing to lose, and leave the Monster King Arena!"

"Zi Hong is willing to lose, and leave the Monster King Arena!"

"Roar... I am willing to lose, and leave the Monster King Arena!"

Hundreds of monster kings at the peak of the combined Dao gave up at this moment.

Although the ancient monster order is good, and the opportunity to shake the ancient imperial domain is great, how can it be compared with fate!

In just a dozen breaths, hundreds of monster kings left the Monster King Arena.

The little saint Jin Peng looked at it and roared wildly, as if showing off his power.

"You all should retreat, this ancient monster order will be in the hands of this saint!" The little saint Jin Peng shook his wings and looked proudly at the more than 2,000 monster kings in the Hun Tian Holy Mountain.

Many monster kings looked at each other and wanted to retreat.

As long as they all retreated, this Monster King Arena would be considered the victory of the little saint Jin Peng.

Suddenly, a peak demon king hesitated and said, "Holy Son, there is still one guy who hasn't left!"

All the demon kings were startled, including the little Holy Son Jin Peng, whose eyes flashed with a strong blood color.

It suddenly turned its head and looked at the arena...

Wearing white clothes and a mask to cover his face!