If you want to survive on the battlefield, you need to strengthen both inside and outside, inside is your own strength, and outside is physical protection.

Jiang Feng, who didn't know anything about fighting, naturally didn't think about those fighting techniques, but pulled Yang Qiu towards the foot of the mountain.

"What are we doing here, that's the place where the ancestral gods and monsters and Daomen disciples are fighting, we are now little demons, those Daomen disciples shouldn't let us go just because we are human, will they secretly release cold arrows and shoot us to death?" Yang Qiu refused to continue to descend the mountain, trembling and trembling.

Jiang Feng didn't expect Yang Qiu to be so timid, it seemed that he was a cowardly person in his bones, even if his body was subjected to demonic power, he couldn't become a bloodthirsty monster.

"We must take this risk, otherwise even if we are not killed by random arrows today, we will be hacked to death by Daomen disciples in the future. Jiang Feng said categorically.

"That'...... Then you go, I'll give you a lookout and don't let other little demons disturb us. Yang Qiu said.

Jiang Feng couldn't, so he had to touch the mountain alone, searching for something in the most smelly battlefield.

The white bones gurgled under his feet, stepping on the rotten flesh from time to time, and the flies and mosquitoes biting wildly on the rotten flesh, lingering, which was enough to make normal people vomit without affecting Jiang Feng in the slightest, after the demonic stimulation point, Jiang Feng's nerves were already extremely tough.

The figure of a little demon was marching with difficulty on the battlefield, looking so small and lonely, the people of Jingluomen completely ignored Jiang Feng's existence, no one released arrows, and no one wanted to stage a scene of a single little demon.

Jiang Feng's hands dug deep in the rancid mud mixed with flesh and blood from time to time, and from time to time he turned over the skeletons one by one, and continued to look for weapons that could increase his lethality and armor that could protect himself.

After a few hours of carpet searching, Jiang Feng couldn't help but be a little disappointed, it was not surprising that the well-made armor could not be found, but not a single decent weapon was found, so he was naturally a little unwilling.

When he was hesitating whether to venture in the direction of the battlefield under the mountain where the Romanmon was located or to return to the mountain, Jiang Feng felt a pain in the soles of his feet, as if he had been stabbed by something.

Jiang Feng raised his right foot and found that the toe was bleeding profusely, and a deep wound almost broke the big toe.

Jiang Feng was not surprised, and carefully groped in the injured sludge for a while, and when he got up again, he already had an inconspicuous dagger in his hand.

The dagger was wiped a few times on the beast skin skirt, revealing the shiny blade and sharp blade, and Jiang Feng finally showed a smile full of heart.

Back on the mountain, Jiang Feng suddenly found that Yang Qiu, who was supposed to help him watch the wind, had fallen asleep leaning against the boulder.

Wake up Yang Qiu, Jiang Feng took out the hard-won dagger, and said lightly: "You hide this dagger in your waist to defend yourself, and the wooden stick is a weapon that feels like it is used to bluff people." ”

Yang Qiu took the dagger and waved it in his hand for a while, feeling the sharpness of the dagger, and said happily: "I have a weak physique, and I really need a dagger, thank you, Jiang Feng." ”

"You're welcome, we're friends. Jiang Feng also showed a bright smile.

Looking at the shell-like teeth that Jiang Feng showed when he smiled, bright and white, Yang Qiu said with some jealousy: "You hate to be attractive when you smile." ”

"It's not a woman, what kind of charm do you want to laugh at, we're just a little demon now, a little demon patrolling the mountains, and I don't know how many days I can live. Jiang Feng smiled bitterly.

"It's time to eat!" a thick voice echoed through the air, followed by the high-pitched sound of bull's horns.

Jiang Feng looked in the direction of the mountain, and saw that there were thousands of little demons coming down the mountain in black pressure, with thick wooden sticks in their hands, and they were in a position halfway up the mountain, looking at the camp of Romanmons not far from the foot of the mountain.

Jiang Feng was familiar with the classic battle examples of various countries in ancient times, and knew that the soldiers were the most tired and relaxed when they were eating, and if they did not have the corresponding troops to protect them, if they were attacked and robbed by the enemy, they would definitely suffer heavy casualties and be crushed for thousands of miles.

"It seems that the battle between the ancestral gods and demons and the Nine Great Daomen on this mountain is similar to the war between the two countries, and the terrifying existence of the demon king will not intervene. Jiang Feng muttered in his heart.

"I was stunned, the meal was served, and the soup was gone. Yang Qiu pulled Jiang Feng and ran towards the mountain.

On the way from Kunshan to Dingshan, the mighty little demons are almost sleeping in the open air, they have not eaten a good meal, they can only rely on playing game meat during rest to relieve their hunger, fill their stomachs, and finally have a big meal at this moment, and the little demons are all like bulls, running towards the mountain.

Jiang Feng's desire for food is not so strong, since he was stimulated by the demon power to three hundred and sixty-five points, his stomach has been empty, but he rarely feels hungry, it seems that he has cultivated into the Bigu thaumaturgy that only the immortals know in the sage book.

Returning from his whimsy, Jiang Feng looked down at the tattered body of his body, the animal skin skirt, the dirt leather armor, and the simple wooden stick in his hand that he could toss, and he could only sigh and follow Yang Qiu to the top of the mountain.

Jiang Feng and Yang Qiu were obviously not the first wave of demons to reach the top of the mountain, even if they were not the first wave, they were also shocked by the giant cauldron on the top of the mountain.

This pot occupies almost half of the hill platform, and if hundreds of little demons are thrown into it, it is only barely a pan, which is jaw-dropping.

Underneath the cauldron is a cross-shaped iron cable that holds it up, and the most peculiar thing is that the fuel that releases the huge heat is not the branches of the pine and cypress, but the huge fiery red rocks.

This rock is like solidified volcanic magma, spitting out amazing light and heat, burning the bottom of the cauldron red, and the overflowing heat turns into a boiling heat wave that forces the little demons to retreat again and again.

A little demon was anxious for a big meal, and rushed towards the cauldron in a daze, and was swept up by the fiery heat wave without paying attention, and fell into the rock, burning so that there was not even a bit of scum left.

"Everyone pay attention to the order, our Ding pot is well-known in the entire Ancestral God and Demon Mountain, and only I, Ding Mountain, can provide a large amount of delicious food in the fire marble cooked pot, and there will be half an hour before the heat of the fire marble will gradually fade, wait patiently." Before your feast, it is necessary for me to introduce myself, I am the leader of Dingshan, the Flying Scorpion Lion, you can call me the Lion Commander, in the future, my words are a death order, not to mention violation, even questioning, I have to die without a place to be buried!"

In the surging fire, a giant lion with wings was suspended in mid-air, his tail as thick as a steel rod, and the end of the fork turned into a scorpion pincer, which was indescribably weird.

The flying scorpion lion looked down at the thousands of newcomers below, wondering if he wanted to catch a little demon and eat it alive and make an example of him.

To the disappointment of the flying scorpion lion, although the small demons are surging below, they are all holding their breath, and there is no other noise when the wind is hunting at the peak of Dingshan Mountain, like ten thousand horses in unison, silent.