"Get in!"

Chen Feng entered the demon stronghold.

As soon as Chen Feng entered, a Demon Clan master discovered him, and the atmosphere in the stronghold was extremely solemn. No demon master made a move against Chen Feng, and they all saw that Chen Feng was not easy to mess with.

"Boy, where's Shi Yong?"

The two low-level Pure Yang Realms who had escaped from the Stone City shouted at Chen Feng. When they got here, they weren't afraid of Chen Feng. You must know that Haofeng is sitting in this demon stronghold.

"Already killed".

Chen Feng smiled faintly.

"Haofeng, come out", and then Chen Feng spoke loudly.

A middle-aged man of the demon clan wearing black hideous armor appeared, and this person was Hao Feng. The divine armor worn by Haofeng has a very hideous style, and the shoulders, elbows, and knees of the divine armor have sharp black spikes, and the spikes are also quenched with poison. This divine armor is a low-grade celestial weapon.

The name of the Divine Armor is 'Demon Dragon Divine Armor'.

It is said that these black spikes on the armor are the thorns of the demon dragon. Demon dragons are some dragons in captivity of the demon race, and they are not of the same origin as the dragon clan, and the two sides are not related by blood. The dragon clan also does not recognize these dragons who are in captivity by the demon clan as their own kind.

These captive demon dragons were either killed by the demons to drink blood and eat meat, or they were plucked out of their spikes and scale armor and used to refine weapons.

"Young man, are you so bold that you dare to break into my demon stronghold and provoke me?"

Haofeng looked at Chen Feng with murderous intent in his eyes.

"I'll skin you with cramps later, chop you up and feed it to the dogs!"

Haofeng said coldly again.

"Then we have to see if you have the ability", Chen Feng laughed, and his laughter echoed throughout the demon stronghold. The dozen or so martial arts extreme level demon masters in the stronghold were all stinging in their ears by Chen Feng's laughter, and among them, there were several weak martial artists who were at the limit, and blood even flowed from their ears.

"Boom!"

On the surface of Chen Feng's body, the Hongtian Divine Armor appeared.

"Hongtian Divine Armor?", Haofeng's eyes condensed slightly, and then he sneered: "It's okay, let's see if your Hongtian Divine Armor is powerful, or my Demon Dragon Divine Armor is powerful."

The Hongtian Divine Armor is from the hands of the Terran Craftsman God of Hongtian City.

The Demon Dragon Armor is from the hand of a craftsman god of the demon clan. The demons have extremely high attainments in refining weapons, and there are more than a dozen craftsmen in the demons, so the demons have a lot of powerful weapons. The reason why the demons can suppress the human race and the demon race is that these demon craftsmen have also made a lot of efforts.

If it weren't for the fact that there were so many craftsmen and gods, how could the demon race be overwhelmed by the human race in terms of weapons?

As for the demon clan, the demon clan attaches more importance to their own demon body, and they don't care much about weapons. In terms of physical strength, the demon race is much stronger than the demon race and the human race. After all, there are many demon clans, and the demon body is very large. Just like the dragon clan, its true dragon body is often four or five hundred zhang long.

With such a strong body, it is naturally very powerful.

Whether it is a human race or a demon race, its body is not as big as a 'dragon claw' of other people.

"Boom!"

Chen Feng and Haofeng, who were wearing divine armor, collided together. The two collided, and the entire demon stronghold shook. Haofeng and Chen Feng started hand-to-hand combat.

Haofeng is extremely strong in hand-to-hand combat, but no matter how strong he is, he can't defeat Chen Feng, who has the strength of the dragon elephant, and at most he can get a draw.

"Dragon Fist!"

Haofeng clenched his fist and threw a punch. His fist contained terrifying power, and his fist was surrounded by dense black divine thunder. This punch is too strong, I'm afraid that just a little aftermath can shock an ordinary martial saint to death.

"Who's afraid of whom!"

Chen Feng also blasted out with a punch, his fist contained the strength of the dragon elephant, and the faint roar of the dragon elephant emanated from his fist.

"Boom!"

The two fists slammed into each other...... With a bang, both Chen Feng and Hao Feng retreated at the same time, and were blown upside down by the opponent's power.

"Come again!"

Hao Feng retreated a few kilometers and hit the rock wall in the cave, he spat out a mouthful of blood, looked at the somewhat red and swollen fist, and roared viciously at Chen Feng.

"Boom!"

The two god-like figures collided again.

......

Fierce battles, tragic fierce battles, bloody, fists to the flesh. In this battle, even the other Pure Yang Realm powerhouses in the stronghold did not dare to intervene, and they looked at Chen Feng and Haofeng, who looked like two madmen, and their scalps were a little numb. Both of them were red-eyed, like crazy demons.

"Oh my God, this son is too strong!"

"I can fight with Lord Haofeng to this point, if I am one-on-one, facing this son, I am afraid that within a moment, I will be beaten to death by this son."

"This son is just a martial saint, how can he be so strong?"

"Look at his golden pill, this is a divine golden pill, incredible, this son actually condensed a divine golden pill. If he grows up, he will definitely become the great enemy of my demon race!"

Several Pure Yang Realm demons and martial artist extreme demons in the stronghold were discussing one after another.

"Withdraw, this battle fluctuation is too strong, it is estimated that it will not be long before it will attract the attention of the Terran masters, this stronghold is exposed, and it can't stay any longer, hurry up and pull Lord Haofeng away."

Several Pure Yang Realm demons glanced at each other and made up their minds.

"Lord Haofeng, let's go!"

Haofeng is like a martial madman, these Pure Yang Realm demons wasted a lot of energy before they dragged Haofeng away and left this stronghold. As for the demons of the more than a dozen martial arts limit level, they naturally left.

"Hoo ......"

Chen Feng didn't catch up. Haofeng is too strong, he can't even defeat Haofeng right now, let alone kill him. Even if you catch up, it will be another fight with Haofeng, and it will be boring. At the moment, it is already a very good record to be able to let the demons give up this stronghold.

This stronghold has been run by the demons for many years, and the demons will give up this stronghold, which will also make them feel distressed for a while.

......

"Help!"

After the demon master retreated, in a prison in the demon stronghold, several teenagers and girls opened their mouths to ask Chen Feng for help. Most of these teenagers and girls are martial arts sects, and there is only one martial saint among them, and it is only a low-level martial saint. But they were gorgeously dressed, and they were supposed to be the children of some great people.

Ordinary teenagers and girls, how can they be imprisoned by demon masters?

"Broken!"

Chen Feng used the mountain axe to split open the prison and released these unlucky teenagers and girls. A young man said to Chen Feng gratefully: "Thank you senior brother for saving your life, my father is the lord of Agni City, please go to my Agni City, I will definitely ask my father to give you treasures......"

"No need".

Chen Feng lightly refused.

Among these teenagers and girls, there is a girl whom Chen Feng knows. This girl's name is Lin Xue'er, and she was born in an unpopular overlord-level force 'Ziyang Sect'. Lin Xue'er is the only daughter of the Purple Yang Sect Master. This woman's cultivation is a low-level martial saint, and among these teenagers and girls who are imprisoned by the demon clan, the realm is the highest.

"You're from the Purple Sun Sect, right?"

Chen Feng said to Lin Xue'er.

"Yes, senior brother," Lin Xue'er said respectfully. Chen Feng is young, just a teenager, he has such a strong combat power, he must have a great background, maybe he was born from a super-first-class overlord force.

In Lin Xue'er's opinion, only a super-first-class overlord force can cultivate a divine golden pill.

This kind of master, Lin Xue'er naturally didn't dare to offend, so she had to make friends carefully.

Chen Feng opened his mouth and said: "Your Ziyang Sect's 'Ziyang Pill', the pill effect is good, I don't know if you can cut one?", hearing Chen Feng's words, a trace of hesitation flashed on Lin Xue'er's face.

Ziyang Pill is the treasure of Ziyang Sect.

It took the entire Ziyang Sect a hundred years to refine a Ziyang Pill. Every Ziyang Pill is a sky-high price, and its value is equivalent to a low-grade celestial weapon! For a long time, Ziyang Dan has only accumulated three Ziyang Pills. According to the rules of the Purple Yang Sect, only the high-level Pure Yang Realm powerhouses in the sect could eat a Purple Yang Pill when they hit the Nirvana Realm.

With such a precious elixir, Lin Xue'er was willing to give it to Chen Feng.

Lin Xue'er said apologetically: "Senior brother, I'm afraid that a Ziyang Pill is more precious than my life, I can't be the master of this", she was telling the truth, she was not qualified to send a Ziyang Pill to Chen Feng.

"Your Ziyang Sect will soon be attacked by a strong enemy, I will accompany you to the Ziyang Sect, when the time comes, I will help you deal with the strong enemy, you give me a Ziyang Pill, it is very fair", Chen Feng said again. According to the trajectory of Chen Feng's previous life, the Purple Yang Sect should be attacked by a strong enemy in half a month.