Seeing the power of the two automatic rifles in Meng De's hands, the chicken-headed demon cultivator almost became cross-eyed.
Those who come hard may be beaten into a sieve.
"My friend, we have no grievances in the past and no enmity in the recent past. Please give me the Beiming Demon Clan a face. You will be an honored guest in the Beiming Realm in the future." The chicken-headed demon cultivator pulled the tiger skin to make a big banner, and his words were full of content. It means a threat.
The continent is currently divided into six regions, Middle Earth, Beiming, West Wind, Dongsheng, Southern Border and Outer Territory.
Among them, the three states in the Middle Earth, West Wind and East Victory are ruled by the human race, the North Ming Dynasty is ruled by the Demon Race, the southern border is resource-poor and is inhabited by alien beasts and alien races left over from ancient times, which is called the Land of Exile, and the outside of the territory is dominated by the Demon Race.
"I'm afraid Beiming won't be able to save face here." Meng De pulled the trigger without saying a word.
I originally thought of hitting the chicken-headed demon from a distance of less than three feet to catch him by surprise.
I never thought that the golden armor on the chicken-headed demon cultivator would be shining with golden light.
When the bullets were less than two inches away from the golden armor, they could no longer advance half a minute. After fighting against the golden light for a few breaths, they lost power and fell to the ground, turning into spiritual energy and returning to the world.
The fear on the chicken-headed demon cultivator's hairy face turned into joy.
Just now, Meng De suddenly took action, startling him.
"How could I forget this baby?"
The chicken-headed demon Xiu was originally a confidant of the prime minister and was secretly sent into the palace many years ago.
When the Demon King fell, he was the first to report the news to Prime Minister Turtle. Prime Minister Turtle was in a good mood and gave him the Golden Armor, one of the three top-grade artifacts of the Demon Clan.
Prime Minister Turtle also promised him that he would capture the two princesses this time and make him the commander of the Demon Imperial Army, which was equivalent to the commander of the Imperial Imperial Army.
"Leave this to me." Before he finished speaking, the demon cultivator from the fox tribe had already appeared in front of the chicken-headed demon cultivator. Two iron claws protruded from his sleeves and attached to his slender jade hands with a cold light shining.
The remaining demon cultivators scurried away under Meng De's round of fire.
Those with higher levels of cultivation can still last a few rounds, while those with lower levels of cultivation go to see the old demon king on the spot.
Faced with suppressed firepower, the demon cultivators were powerless to fight back.
"Take my sister and go first."
Faced with the chicken-headed demon cultivator and the fox cultivator demon cultivator, he could only barely parry with all his strength, and he would lose sooner or later.
The two were extremely fast, and Meng De could see that both of them were moving very reluctantly. For fear of hurting the fox demon cultivator, Meng De kept taking aim and delayed firing.
"Your sister won't last long, so hurry up and leave."
Meng De grabbed the hand of the demon princess, and the gentle and jade-like touch was quite wonderful.
"this……"
However, the demon princess was unable to resist with her golden elixir cultivation in Meng De's hands. Before rushing out of the room, she kept turning her head to look at the two afterimages in the room.
"You can't help her. I will help you when you are safe."
Meng dragged the demon princess to the next room and simply arranged a formation to isolate the spiritual consciousness.
Removed an automatic rifle and handed it to her.
"The usage is the same as that of a firecracker, using spiritual power as ammunition."
After a brief warning, Meng De picked up his gun and returned to the next door.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw two afterimages of gold and powder colliding continuously, accompanied by the sound of gold and iron from time to time.
"What are you doing back?"
The demon cultivator of the fox clan was furious when he saw Meng De coming back.
Why are you risking your life here?
Isn't it just to help you buy time to escape? Fortunately, you are back.
"Of course I'm going to fuck him, is it possible..."
Meng De put his gun behind his back and faced the enemy with his long knife to join the battlefield.
The fox demon attacked in full, and Meng De found an opportunity to hit the target.
If the chicken-headed demon cultivator spares his time to deal with Meng De, it will be equivalent to leaving his back to the fox clan demon cultivator, who can only let Meng De do whatever he wants.
The long knife in his hand was just a low-grade artifact, and it was difficult to break through the golden armor's defense. Meng De focused on attacking areas such as his head and ankles that were not protected by the golden armor.
Many years ago, he won the first place in the Taixuan Sect inner disciple competition. The long sword was the prize, and he had two soldiers accompanying him in the battle.
With the continuous output of one person and one demon, the chicken-headed demon cultivator saw that he was gradually falling into a disadvantage, and he was very anxious.
With a sudden change of heart, he used the secret method of the demon clan to destroy his longevity, and forcibly raised his cultivation level to be infinitely close to becoming a god.
The chicken-headed demon cultivator, who was suffering from more than twenty wounds, forced the fox clan demon cultivator back with one palm. His eyes were bloodshot as if he had taken aphrodisiac, and he hit Meng De with an iron mountain leaning sideways.
He rolled out a red ball in his hand and hit Meng De in the chest, knocking Meng De out of the inn in one fell swoop.
"To be able to force me to this point, it seems that the little princess has experienced a lot in these years outside!"
The fox demon cultivator wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up from the ground.
The sudden burst of palm from the chicken-headed demon cultivator caught her off guard and caused her aura to become disordered.
"You should be lucky that the Demon King has taken a liking to you, otherwise your life would be worse than death tonight."
Looking at his men staggering around, the chicken-headed demon cultivator cursed: "Don't pretend to be dead, everyone, get out of here!"
At least 30% of the demon cultivators who were still motionless stood up.
These few were required to major in the physical body, and the armor on their bodies blocked some of the damage and did not suffer fatal injuries.
I just didn't want to keep getting shot, so I chose to pretend to be dead.
"Tie her up quickly and I'll go after the eldest princess."
The chicken-headed demon cultivator expanded his consciousness and found no aura of the eldest princess.
Feeling that the eldest princess had probably run away, she turned out of the window and turned into a big rooster with red crown and golden feathers and flew into the distance. Her voice resounded throughout the town: "Your Highness, come out, you can't escape."
In the inn, after hearing the sound of fighting, the owner of the guest house huddled in the room and did not dare to say a word. When he suddenly heard this sentence, he shrank his head into the quilt in fright.
In the eyes of these mortals, demons are cannibals.
A rooster with a wingspan of ten feet is enough for them to sleep with one eye to watch for the rest of their lives.
The chicken-headed demon cultivated a hundred meters, thinking that Meng De's cultivation at the third level of Nascent Soul Realm would kill him under that blow. Little did he know that the strange black clothes on Meng De's body blocked most of the damage for him.
Meng De, who was knocked out of the inn, climbed out of the stable.
His white clothes were stained with a lot of mud and feces, and Meng De couldn't stand the smell.
But I can't care about that now.
The top priority is to take advantage of the fact that the chicken-headed demon cultivator hasn't come back yet and deal with those little Kalami and run away with a few women.
The demon cultivators upstairs who were pretending to be dead took out the fairy binding ropes.
"This is a princess, don't you want to?"
"I want to live more."
"Tch, even if you can't do that kind of thing, you can still get addicted to handcrafting!" Among the demon cultivators, a guy with a horse head and human body rubbed his hands, his horse face was extremely vulgar, and he was approaching the fox clan demon cultivator step by step.
"It's not bad to have a hand addiction. By then I will also be the one who has touched the Demon Queen."
The hand of the horse-faced demon cultivator was less than three feet away from the chest of the fox clan goblin. Just when he was about to succeed, golden light flashed and directly broke the horse-faced demon cultivator's hands.
"ah!"
The horse-faced demon cultivator looked at the hands with forearms that fell to the ground and screamed loudly.
Meng De didn't know when he appeared at the window.
Facing these little Karami, Meng De had no trouble dealing with them.
Based on the experience last time, this time he shot them in the head, and did not stop until their heads were smashed.
The horse-headed demon cultivator was very close to the fox clan demon cultivator just now. Meng De broke the former's hands and blood spurted on the latter.
One of them was smelly and the other was covered in blood.
"Are you okay?" Meng De stepped forward to help the fox cultivator.
The fox demon cultivator's face turned pale, and he replied in a voice so small that it was almost inaudible: "Do I look like I'm okay?"
The fox clan demon cultivator's answer made Meng De a little embarrassed.
This bitch didn't follow the script. Shouldn't she say I'm fine at this time?
Worried about the return of the chicken-headed demon cultivator, Meng De hugged the fox demon cultivator and ran next door to call the demon princess.
"What happened to my sister?"
"She got slapped by that chicken head. It looks like she was seriously injured. I have some healing elixirs here. Feed them to her first." Putting the elixirs on the table, Meng De turned around and ran out. When he walked to the door, he said He said: "After taking the elixir for her, hurry downstairs and meet outside the inn."
Meng De came to the room where Diao Chan and Zhen Mi were staying. He pushed it gently and the door was locked.
Meng De smashed the door open with one palm and got into the room.
Such a movement woke up the two sleeping women.
Zhen Mi used her spiritual power to illuminate and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the person coming was Meng De.
Recalling what Diao Chan said to her on weekdays, she blushed: "Master, if you want it, just say it. There is no need to break in at night."
Meng De was not in the mood to think about this at this time, so he quickly interrupted Zhen Mi's words: "Hurry up and get dressed, let's leave here right away."
Zhen Mi habitually set up a soundproof array when sleeping, and had no idea what was going on in the outside world.
Seeing that Meng De looked nervous and didn't look like he was joking, he already guessed that something was wrong, so he fired a ray of spiritual energy, lit a candle, and got out of bed to get dressed.
When Meng De saw the picture of mandarin ducks playing in the water on his bellyband, he rarely had any evil thoughts.
He said to Diao Chan: "You should get dressed quickly."
Stand outside the door and admire the two beauties dressing.
The demon princess fed the fox demon cultivator the elixir and carried the latter on her back to wait outside the inn.
Meng De and the other three went down, and the two women were already riding on the dragon horse, ready to go.
"Who are these two?" When the demon princess saw the two women, her tone was not friendly. Strangers on the escape route were often associated with the word risk.
"Let me introduce, these two are my maids, and these two are..." Meng De was embarrassed. Only then did he remember that he didn't know their names. In this case, the demon princess's It’s better not to reveal your identity.
"My name is Hu Shu, and this is my little sister Hu Mei."
"The little girl Zhen Mi has met you two."
Diao Chan also followed suit: "Little girl Diao Chan has met you two."
"Now is not the time to make friends, leave now." Hu Mei, who was sitting on horseback and hugging Hu Shu's waist, reminded her.
"Miss Hu Mei is right, let's just say goodbye." Meng De took the initiative to take the two girls away after being reminded by the bronze mirror.
At this time, he would inevitably be suspected when he appeared next to the two princesses.
"Thank you for saving me, sir. I don't know your name." Hu Shu called Meng De from behind.
"The world is rough and the name is unpalatable. You two can just call me husband."
"Honey, take care." Hu Shu said, cupping her fists.
Before the chicken-headed demon cultivator came back, the two groups of people separated.
Zhen Mi looked at the two women walking away behind her and felt a sense of crisis in her heart.
