"Big Brother Golden Horn!"

Xiaomeng was the first to pounce on Jin Jiao's side, and at this moment, the black armor on Jin Jiao's body had completely exploded, and his whole body was trembling, and blood was gushing out, looking extremely embarrassed.

However, being able to escape death under the Zhutian Sword Technique also proves that the strong vitality of the three demon Jiao clans is really not covered.

Of course, there was also some merciless factor among Ling Feng's subordinates, but no matter what, the Golden Horn finally picked up a small life.

"Ahem......"

The golden horn spurted out a mouthful of blood, and its body gradually shrunk, turning back into the form of a half-human, half-demon, and his eyes were full of shock.

I definitely did my best just now, but I still lost in the hands of that Longfei Prince, is this the strength of the main vein?

"Lian...... Even the big brother of the golden horn was defeated, this ...... How is this possible?"

"Oh my God, Brother Golden Horn has already changed back into the form of a demon beast, and he is still defeated. ”

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

Those young generation of the three demon Jiao clansmen, one by one, stared at each other, and their eyeballs almost fell out.

Obviously he is only a demon general, but he can suppress the golden horn of the demon monarch level, the members of the main line, is it so terrifying?

"Hoo ......"

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

They are not fools, they can all see that this is a battle without water, but Prince Long Fei still won, so there should be no objections in the whole clan.

Ling Feng put away his sword and stood up, looking at the three Demon Jiao clansmen of the younger generation in the cave, and said coldly, "Now, no one should have an opinion on me to get the quota for the Ancestral Soul Awakening Ceremony, right?"

"This ......"

Those young clansmen, one by one, lowered their heads, even the golden horn was defeated, what qualifications did they have to disobey.

Jin Jiao also drooped his head, even though there were thousands of disapprovals 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 Na Xiaomeng who stood up with his pink fist and gritted his silver teeth and said, "Father, all the clan elders, I ...... I suspect that he, the Prince of Longfei, is not a ...... at all It's not a demon!"

"What?"

As soon as these words came out, the Golden Candle Dragon's eyes immediately widened, and he carefully glanced at Ling Feng, but the demonic aura on his body was indeed not the slightest problem, so he stared at his daughter angrily and roared: "Don't talk nonsense! Prince Long Fei is not a demon clan, can I still be wrong?"

The clan elders in the hall also kept looking at Ling Feng, whether it was the demonic qi or the three demon Jiao clan marks on his chest, there was absolutely no problem.

In addition to looking exactly like a human, it's all a demon race!

Ling Feng was secretly sweating behind him, his face stiffened slightly, could it be that he was exposed somewhere, and he was actually seen through by this banshee called Xiaomeng?

"Okay Xiaomeng, you take the golden horn down to rest, don't mess around anymore!" said the golden candle dragon with a frown.

"He's definitely not a demon clan!" Xiao Meng was adamant and said angrily: "You see that when he fought with the Golden Horn Brother just now, he didn't use the hardest horns of our three demon Jiao clans once, and his fighting style is not like our three demon Jiao clans at all!"

"This ......" A trace of doubt flashed in the Golden Candle Dragon's mind for the first time, indeed, when Long Fei and Golden Horn fought, many times if Long Fei conjured his sharp horns, he could directly attack Golden Horn's weakness.

But he didn't, he didn't use the most powerful weapons of the three Demon Jiao Clans once, which was already very suspicious.

As a demon clan, why don't you have the instinct of a demon beast at all?

Ling Feng's palms were secretly sweating, I have to say, a woman's intuition is really accurate, that Xiaomeng, actually based on this, saw through his identity.

But now, no matter what, you have to pretend to be it, otherwise there are so many demon kings in this cave, and you can definitely let yourself die in an instant.

"Father, since this Prince Long Fei said that he is a royal descendant of the Three Demon Jiao Clan, does he dare to change back into his true body?"

Xiao Meng glared at Ling Feng and shouted: "Do you dare, change back into your true body, let us all see, if you can turn back into three demon Jiao, then we will admit you!"

The golden candle dragon's pupils shrank, and he suddenly remembered something: yes, he has always preconceived that Long Fei is the three demon Jiao clan, but does Long Fei have the characteristics of the demon clan?

Even when he was fighting for life and death, he didn't have the slightest intention of turning into his original form, or rather, he didn't have his original form at all!

Although there is no mistake with the demonic qi on his body, maybe among the human race, there is really any means to transform the demonic qi?

"Prince Longfei, look ......"

Jin Zhulong glanced at Ling Feng and said with a solemn face: "Can you trouble you to turn back into your true body and let me, an ignorant daughter, be convinced?"

"This ......"

Ling Feng's face was sluggish, this time it was over, and he was completely exposed.

I'm not a real demon clan, how can I transform?

At most, I will use the Eight Desolations Forging Technique to make my body size bigger a few times, but if I want to conjure up sharp teeth and claws, I am really poor in donkey skills, and I can't change it!

"What's wrong?"

A trace of doubt flashed in the Golden Candle Dragon's eyes: Could it be that this Long Fei is really a pretending Three Demon Jiao Clan?

"Transform! Transform! Transform!"

At this time, those young three-headed demon Jiao people surrounded them, shouting, and the atmosphere became more and more tense, as if they were about to explode at any time.

"Prince Longfei, you have changed. ”

Xiaomeng snorted lightly, in fact, she was also half-guessing and half-ignorant, and she had no bottom in her heart, but seeing that Ling Feng had not changed her true body for a long time, she felt that she had probably guessed correctly.

"Hmph, no one can force me to do anything!" Ling Feng stood with his hands in his hands, staring coldly at the three Demon Jiao clansmen in the cave, and said proudly: "If you let me change, do I have to change?"

As he spoke, Ling Feng stared at the Golden Candle Dragon with a dark face, and snorted coldly: "Candle Dragon Patriarch, are you trying to force this prince to transform?

So far, the only way to do this is to let the Golden Candle Dragon exert pressure and suppress those three demon Jiao clansmen.

"Prince Long Fei, if you are really the Three Demon Jiao Clan, why are you afraid of turning into a real body?"

That Golden Candle Dragon can become the head of the clan, and he is not a fool, Ling Feng has a lot of suspicions, if he still turns a blind eye, 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 had already pinched the token that led to the Misty Ghost Forest, and at this moment, only this treasure could save his life.

But next time you want to blend into the demon clan again, it will be very difficult.

"He's a demon clan! the demon clan with the purest blood!"

Suddenly, Ling Feng only felt a golden light enveloping him, directly blasting a huge hole in the top of the cave.

In the sky, a huge golden demon Jiao actually appeared, which was seventeen or eighteen zhang high, just like a huge mountain peak.

I saw that the golden demon Jiao grabbed the palm of his hand and directly held Ling Feng on the palm of his hand.

"See the Ancestor!"

Suddenly, all the three Demon Jiao Clans bowed down together, even the patriarch of the Three Demon Jiao Clan, the Golden Candle Dragon, the peak demon king-level powerhouse, was also under that terrifying and unparalleled momentum, bowed and worshipped, prostrate on the ground, and did not dare to move.

(End of chapter)