Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Chapter 545 He's Not a Monster Race! (4 more)
"Brother Golden Horn!"

Xiaomeng was the first to rush to Jin Jiao's side. At this moment, the black armor on Jin Jiao's body had been completely torn apart, his whole body was trembling, blood was gurgling out, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

However, being able to escape death under the Heaven Punishing Sword Art also proves that the powerful vitality of the three-headed monster dragon clan is really not covered up.

Of course, part of this was because of Ling Feng's mercy, but no matter what, Jin Jiao finally saved his life.

"Cough cough..."

Jin Jiao spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body gradually shrank, turning back into a half-human, half-demon form, his eyes filled with shock.

I absolutely did my best just now, but I was still defeated by that Prince Longfei. Is this the strength of the main vein?
"Even...Even Brother Jinjiao lost, how...how is this possible?"

"My God, Brother Jinjiao has already turned back into a monster form, yet he still lost."

"Too...too strong!"

Those three-headed Yaojiao clansmen of the younger generation stared wide-eyed, their eyeballs almost falling out.

Is it so scary to be able to suppress the Golden Horn, a member of the main line, who is only at the level of a demon general, but can suppress the level of a demon king?

"call……"

Seeing the result of this match, Jin Zhulong and the elders of the Jinmu tribe were obviously relieved.

They were not fools, they could all see that this was a battle without water, but Prince Longfei still won, so there should be no objections from the whole clan.

Ling Feng put away his sword and stood, looked at the three younger members of the Yaojiao tribe in the cave, and said coldly: "Now, no one should have any objection to my quota for the Ancestral Soul Awakening Ceremony, right?"

"This……"

Those young clansmen lowered their heads one by one, even the Golden Horn was defeated, so what right did they have to refuse.

Jin Jiao also drooped his head, even though there were thousands of dissatisfaction in his heart, but Ling Feng defeated himself with strength, he had nothing to say.

"I...I still refuse to accept it!"

At this time, it was Xiaomeng who stood up with her fists clenched and gritted her silver teeth and said, "Father, elders, I...I doubt him, this Prince Long Fei, is not... not a monster clan at all." !"

"what?"

As soon as he said this, Jin Zhulong's eyes widened immediately, and he took a careful look at Ling Feng. It's just that there is nothing wrong with the monster aura all over his body, so he stared at his daughter angrily, and growled: "No nonsense!" Nonsense! Is it true that Prince Longfei is a demon clan, can I be wrong?"

The clan elders in the hall also kept looking at Ling Feng, whether it was the monster aura or the three monster dragon clan imprints on his chest, there was absolutely nothing wrong with it.

Apart from being exactly the same as a human being, she is completely a monster!
Behind Ling Feng's back was sweating secretly, and his face froze slightly. Could it be that he was revealing something, and was actually seen through by this banshee named Xiaomeng?
"Okay, Xiaomeng, take Jinjiao down to rest, don't mess around anymore!" Jin Zhulong said with a frown.

"He is definitely not a monster!" Xiaomeng insisted, and said angrily: "You see, when he fought with Brother Jinjiao just now, he didn't use the hardest horns of our three monster dragons. His The way of fighting is not at all like our three-headed monster dragon clan!"

"This..." For the first time, a trace of doubt flashed in Jin Zhulong's mind. Indeed, when Long Fei fought with Jin Jiao, many times if Long Fei transformed into his own sharp horn, he could directly attack Jin Jiao's weak point.

But he didn't, he didn't use the most powerful weapon of the three-headed monster dragon clan once, which is already very suspicious.

As a monster race, why doesn't he have any instincts of a monster?
Ling Feng's palms were sweating secretly. It had to be said that a woman's intuition was really accurate, and that Xiaomeng could see through her identity just based on this.

But now, no matter what, I have to pretend, otherwise there are so many demon kings in this cave, and I can definitely kill myself in an instant without a place to bury him.

"My lord father, since this Prince Long Fei said that he is a descendant of the royal family of the three-headed monster dragon clan, does he dare to change back to his real body?"

Xiao Meng stared at Ling Feng, and shouted: "Do you dare, change back to your real body, let us all see, if you can change back into the three-headed monster dragon, then we will recognize you!"

Jin Zhulong's pupils shrank, and he suddenly remembered something: Yes, I had always preconceived that Long Fei was the three-headed monster dragon clan, but does Long Fei have any characteristics of the monster clan?

Even in the fierce battle of 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 absolutely nothing wrong with the demonic aura on his body, maybe among the human race, is there really any way to transform the demonic aura?
"Prince Longfei, look..."

Jin Zhulong glanced at Ling Feng, and said solemnly: "Can I trouble you to turn back into your real body so that my naive daughter can be convinced?"

"This……"

Ling Feng's face was dull, this time it's over, he's completely sunk.

I am not a real monster, how can I transform?Be a ball ball!
At most, I would use the Eight Desolation Body Forging Technique to make my body bigger a few times, but if I want to change into fangs and claws, I really have no skills, I can't change it!
"what happened?"

A trace of doubt flashed in Jin Zhulong's eyes: Could it be that this Long Fei is really pretending to be the Three-Headed Monster Flood Dragon Clan?His courage must be too great!
"Transform! Transform! Transform!"

At this time, those young three-headed Yaojiao people gathered around and roared loudly. The atmosphere became more and more tense, as if it would explode at any moment.

"Prince Long Fei, you have changed."

Xiaomeng snorted softly. In fact, she was half-guessing and had no idea at all, but seeing Ling Feng's delay in changing his real body, she felt that she might be right.

"Hmph, no one can force me to do anything!" Ling Feng stood with his hands behind his back, staring coldly at the three monster dragon clansmen in the cave, and said proudly, "If you tell me to change, do I have to change?"

As he said that, Ling Feng stared at Jin Zhulong with a dark face, and snorted coldly: "Patriarch Zhulong, do you want to force this prince to transform? If you make this prince unhappy, you know what the consequences will be!"

Up to now, Jin Zhulong had no choice but to put pressure on those three-headed Yaojiao people.

"Prince Longfei, if you are really the three-headed monster dragon clan, why are you afraid of turning into your real body?"

The Golden Candle Dragon is not a fool to become the leader of the clan. Ling Feng has a lot of doubts, if he ignores it, then he is really a fool.

"Transform! Transform! Transform!..."

Ling Feng squeezed his fist, 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 leading to the Misty Ghost Forest, and at this moment, only this treasure could save his life.

But next time if you want to mix into the Yaozu again, it will be extremely difficult.

"He is a monster clan! The monster clan with the purest blood!"

Suddenly, Ling Feng only felt a golden light shroud down, directly blasting a huge hole on the top of the cave.

In the sky, there unexpectedly appeared a huge golden monster dragon, which was seventeen or eighty feet high, just like a huge mountain.

I saw the golden dragon's palm grabbing out, and directly placed Ling Feng on the palm.

"See Old Ancestor!"

Immediately, all the three monster dragon clans bowed down in unison, even the patriarch of the three monster dragon clan, Jin Zhulong, the peak monster king level powerhouse, bowed down under the terrifying and unparalleled aura. Prostrate on the ground, not daring to move rashly.

(End of this chapter)