Chapter 430: The Desperate Yellow Wind Monster

As the Yellow Wind Monster looked at the Holy Child Legion below the mountain from the edge of the cliff, Maitreya Buddha had a normal smile on his face, making it impossible to see what he really thought in his heart.

"Let's go back. Turning around, Maitreya Buddha said with a smile.

After speaking, Maitreya Buddha walked to the Yellow Wind Cave first, and the Yellow Wind Monster hurriedly followed.

Back in the cave, the Yellow Wind Monster recalled the might of the Holy Child Legion under the mountain, a look of fear flashed on his face, and he said to Maitreya Buddha: "Buddha, if the red boy wants to attack tomorrow, please save the life of the little demon." ”

Hearing this, Maitreya Buddha smiled slightly: "Don't worry, with me, I'll keep you safe." ”

Once again, he was affirmed by Maitreya Buddha, and the Yellow Wind Monster relieved himself and bowed down.

Seeing the Yellow Wind Monster retreat, Maitreya was still smiling, without any worry, as if the entire 80,000 demon army under the mountain was nothing to him at all.

In fact, Maitreya really didn't take the red child seriously.

Although in the face of the 80,000 demon army of the Holy Child Legion, even if he is already in the late stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal, he will not be pleased, but this is Xiniu Hezhou, and behind him is the Spirit Mountain! Moreover, unlike the Tongtian River Inspiration King, the Yellow Wind Monster did not do any great evil, and they did not care about it, so Maitreya did not think that the Red Boy would continue to attack Huang Fengling after he revealed his identity.

So, tomorrow will tell.

Thinking of this, Maitreya closed his eyes slightly, but he was settled.

In fact, Maitreya was not wrong. As long as he reveals his identity, even if the Bull Demon King leads the Bull Demon Legion in person, I am afraid he can only withdraw his troops. This time, however, he was facing the Red Child.

Everything will be known tomorrow.

Nothing was said all night.

Early in the morning of the second day, the Yellow Wind Monster brought Maitreya an early meal.

Maitreya ate the meal sent by the Yellow Wind Monster, looked at the Yellow Wind Monster who was waiting on the side, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, if the red boy sends a messenger, I will deal with it, and I think that after the red boy learns that you are a person from my Lingshan, he will withdraw his army." ”

When Huang Fengwei heard this, the flattering smile on his face became even stronger: "The Buddha will eat fasting first, this matter is not in a hurry, there is no hurry." ”

However, the next moment, the smile on the Yellow Wind Monster's face froze.

A loud roar rang in the ears of the Yellow Wind Monster, followed by a second, a third, and a fourth......

And with this huge roar, the Yellow Wind Monster felt in a trance that the entire mountain under its feet was shaking, and at the same time, the desolate and long horn sound accompanied by the deafening shouting and killing sound came from outside, and the Yellow Wind Monster was completely stunned.

didn't care about saying anything to Maitreya anymore, the Yellow Wind Monster flashed out of the cave, and what fell into his eyes was a scene like the end of the world.

Above the sky, the battleships of the Holy Child Legion lined up, and the spiritual power turret on the bow of the ship flickered, and from time to time shot out a cannonball full of spiritual power, landing on the Yellow Wind Ridge, emitting a deafening roar - the first thing the Yellow Wind Monster heard was the sound of this spiritual power turret bombarding the Yellow Wind Ridge. And every time the spiritual power turret bombards, it will leave a large hole in the Yellow Wind Ridge with a radius of dozens of zhang, if there is a demon army in that range, not even a corpse will be left, maybe if you are lucky, there will be a little stump left. As for the defensive formation on the Yellow Wind Ridge, the defensive formation on the Yellow Wind Ridge could not support even a second of bombardment by the warships in the sky.

Under the Yellow Wind Ridge, the sound of horns continued, and the densely packed demon army wearing red armor rushed towards the Yellow Wind Ridge with all kinds of weapons, and everywhere they passed was stumps and broken arms - the defensive formation on the Yellow Wind Ridge had long been shattered under the bombardment of the battleships, and the demon army on the mountain alone could not stop the attack of the Holy Child Legion at all.

Looking at the stumps and severed arms flying around under the bombardment of the battleship, looking at the demon army that was slaughtered without any power under the attack of the demon army, as well as the demon people, the yellow wind monster looked in a trance.

Isn't this unreasonable! Shouldn't the Red Boy first send someone to persuade him to surrender and threaten him to surrender, and if he doesn't surrender, he will attack, and then Maitreya Buddha will stand up, and then the Red Boy will retreat?

However. After the confusion, the Yellow Wind Monster turned red-eyed.

He doesn't like to eat human flesh raw like the Inspiration King - in fact, let alone people, he hasn't even killed a little demon, and even if a little demon makes a mistake, he won't be too obsessed with it. It is not so much that he is the king of Huangfengling, but more like a protector on Huangfengling, because of him, many demons on Huangfengling can survive.

He is not as able to endure the cultivation of the scorpion spirit - otherwise, the yellow-haired sable is also a foreign beast, he is a yellow-haired sable sable, and he has heard it in Lingshan all the year round, and his cultivation to this day is not only the cultivation of Taiyi Golden Immortal.

He was even very timid, so he planned to escape with the monsters on Huangfengling before Maitreya came, and after Maitreya came, he tried every possible way to please Maitreya Buddha in the hope that Maitreya Buddha could keep Huangfengling safe.

He only has one hobby, that is, he likes to hear people praise him, so he made such a demon country and became a demon king himself.

He is very content, and every time he hears the little demons around him hugging him and calling him king, it is his happiest day.

Now, however, it's all gone.

The demon army wearing red armor had already been killed up the mountain, and the Yellow Wind Monster saw that even though the demon army on the Yellow Wind Ridge was invincible, it was still desperately resisting, and even those demon people were involved.

He saw that the weasel who often followed him, only slapped the horse, and was as timid as a mouse, rushed to the front line desperately, and was finally cut in two by a demon general, but at the end of his life, the weasel who only slapped the horse on weekdays did not show half fear, but just looked at him and opened his mouth.

He knew what he was talking about.

He's saying, "Run away, my lord."

He is the King of the Yellow Wind, the King of the Yellow Wind Ridge.

He has never been a prestige, but has always protected the monsters of all sizes on Huangfeng Ridge.

They also knew that he was protecting them. Without him, in this era of the jungle, no one knows how many of these hundreds of thousands of monsters up and down Huangfengling can live. So, now, in the face of an enemy they can't stop, they just want to use their lives to buy him time to escape.

The Yellow Wind Monster let out a wail of anger or desolation, and no one knew whether he was crying or roaring.

He rushed out, and the demon who cut the weasel in two was directly pinched in the head by him.

The overwhelming yellow wind rolled up on the ground, covering the sky and the sun, and in the yellow sand in the sky, the yellow wind monster was covered in blood, like a demon coming out of hell.

He is very timid, and he is going to fight hard.

It's really desperate.

This wind and sand in the sky is taking away the lives of some red armor demon soldiers all the time, but it is also consuming his life all the time.

If this continues, he will soon run out of life and die.