Magic pulp is the treasure of the demon race.

It is also a priceless treasure for refining the bloodline of the demon race and improving the physique.

On the way here, Zhang Qingfeng had already learned from Li that the Demon Clan's proposal to test the strength of his bloodline in this way was inseparable from the efforts of High Priest Lu.

However, when he saw three bowls full of magic pulp in front of him, Zhang Qingfeng realized that the reason why the three giants of the demon clan agreed to Lu's proposal was that they didn't intend to let themselves live at all.

The magic pulp that is regarded as a divine object in the eyes of the demon clan is a different position in Zhang Qingfeng's heart.

The magic pulp is not so mysterious.

It's just a tonic with a lot of medicinal power.

It's just because the medicinal power contained in this kind of elixir jade liquid refined by collecting heavenly spirit and earth treasures and refining it with the secret method of the demon race is too strong, and ordinary human cultivators and lower-level demons can't withstand the impact of medicinal power because of their weak bodies, so they have become the exclusive privilege of the high-ranking demons.

But no matter how strong the physical strength of the demon clan is, they don't dare to drink such a full bowl of magic pulp in one go.

Thousands of years ago, Zhang Qingfeng had witnessed the tragedy of a Dao Tibetan Realm powerhouse with Seven Realms of cultivation who exploded and died after drinking such a bowl of magic pulp.

But now, in front of him were three bowls full!

"Leigh's fears are right, they really don't intend to let me go back alive. ”

Zhang Qingfeng thought of the fate of the human powerhouse who died in the explosion, after his death, his body was eaten by a group of demon dead soldiers, and in the end there were no bones left, and later the demons gave the cruel and bloody tragedy a name, called: Human and Demon Feast.

"After the magic pulp enters the body, it pours into the flesh and blood of the whole body along the meridians, which will greatly dilute the medicinal properties of the magic pulp, but the medicinal power will not change, and then stimulate the bloody and killing intent of the demon warriors' bones by eating the corpse, greatly improving the combat effectiveness, I didn't expect that the tragedy a thousand years ago actually happened to me again. ”

Back then, the demon clan used this method of improving morale to defeat the strong with the weak, and strangled three times as many human cultivators as themselves in one fell swoop, and now, after a thousand years, this ancient method of stimulating battle intent has obviously been completely inherited.

"Unfortunately, the tragedy of a thousand years ago will not be repeated. ”

Zhang Qingfeng picked up a bowl of magic syrup, took a deep breath, and after the strange fragrance entered his body, the sleeping Dao bones in the sea of wisdom suddenly woke up, sending out a signal of hunger and thirst.

This feeling is not unfamiliar.

It is the wolf's longing for the lamb, it is the pervert's irresistibility to the beauty, it is the impatience of the empty and thirsty desert for the spring breeze and rain.

Zhang Qingfeng exhaled slowly, brought the bowl to his mouth, a sneer hooked up at the corner of his mouth, rolled his eyelids and glanced at the three demon patriarchs, and with a sharp tilt of his head, a bowl full of magic syrup was poured into his stomach.

As soon as one bowl was drunk, Zhang Qingfeng had already brought another bowl to his mouth with his left hand, and after a sip, this bowl also entered his stomach.

The third bowl followed, and when he licked his lips unsatisfied, and his gaze fell on the faces of the three demon patriarchs again, less than a breath had passed.

There was a dead silence all around.

Because Zhang Qingfeng drank the magic pulp too fast, before those demon masters could react, the bowl was empty.

"Whew!"

Kentuckie's expression was still a little stiff, and it took a long time to exhale.

He had also drunk the magic elixir.

At most, I drank a small sip, that is, a tenth of a bowl, and my body was almost overwhelmed by the violent energy.

The reason why I took out three bowls in one go this time is to prepare for the next siege!

Just as Li worried, although the high priest Lu and Kite insisted that Zhang Qingfeng was a descendant of the demon clan and had pure high-ranking demon blood, but the patriarch of the three clans, the Earth Emperor, was used to it, how could he allow someone to override their heads? So when Lu proposed to use the magic pulp to monitor Zhang Qingfeng's bloodline, they remembered the 'human and demon feast' thousands of years ago.

Three bowls of magic pulp are enough to create three thousand dead soldiers, this first battle against the human race, it is very important, not only to win, but also to completely destroy the will of the human race to resist, just ask, what is more terrifying than cannibalism? If there is, it is to eat more people!

"Huh?"

Ken Deji stared at Zhang Qingfeng with the eyes of a dead man, waiting to see his painful struggle before he exploded and died, but after waiting for a while, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, Zhang Qingfeng not only did not show any pain, but the breath on his body was rising sharply!

"He's absorbing the magic elixir?

That breath was all too familiar, it was the remnant of the energy that overflowed when the magic pulp flowed through the whole body and was absorbed!

Not only Kentuckie, but also Mai Crotch Prison and the Dirk Servant with a high-minded look were also stunned by the abnormal changes that occurred on Zhang Qingfeng's body.

"It's amazing!"

The more he looked at it, the more surprised he became, and his fingers trembling with excitement as he held the deadwood staff.

"He is actually directly fusing the magic pulp into flesh and blood, such a terrifying fusion speed, it's a miracle, a miracle!"

The more he looked at it, the more excited he became, and finally he couldn't control his emotions and stood up from his chair.

"Could he really be a pure-blood demon?"

Dirk's eyes narrowed into a line, and he was also surprised by Zhang Qingfeng's change.

"Peng!"

A ball of fire gushed out, enveloping Zhang Qingfeng's body.

At this time, Zhang Qingfeng is like an ancient god reborn from the fire, I don't know when, his eyes have been closed, but the part of the eyeball is like two bright stars, constantly bursting out with a light that is almost blinding!

"He's opening the 'True Eye'! Oh my god, he's really a pure-blood demon!"

A black-robed priest in the crowd suddenly screamed, and there was a lot of commotion around him, and the eyes of those demon soldiers showed uncontrollable ecstasy.

The ability of the demon clan comes from the bloodline inheritance, and every pure-blooded demon descendant is a symbol of strength and invincibility, for these ordinary demon soldiers, they only worship the strong in their hearts, and they see Zhang Qingfeng becoming stronger at a speed that is visible to the naked eye, only excitement and excitement.

However, not everyone was happy with the powerful aura released by Zhang Qingfeng.

Like what.

Dirk Squire.

Without any warning.

The patriarch of the Flame Tribe, who had been sitting in a chair in an elegant and noble posture, suddenly flew up, and the person was in mid-air, the cold light flashed on the sleeve of his right hand, and a fiery red thin sword had fallen into his hand.

A slender flame tore through the space, and the thin sword stabbed Zhang Qingfeng's chest like lightning with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

The action of the Dike servant was too fast, and the incident happened suddenly, most of the demon warriors did not react, the thin sword had already passed through the flames that wrapped Zhang Qingfeng, leaving a dark and deep sword path in the air, and pierced deep into his chest!

Poof!

The sword pierced through the body.

......

......

Zhang Qingfeng is dead, the whole book is over!

Ahem, the last sentence is slippery, continue tomorrow!