Chapter 357: Reversing Black and White, Demon Saint Jiuying

Demon Court outskirts station of Mount Wuzhi, main military tent.

Teng Yuan's armor was shattered, dripping with blood, and he arrived in front of the tent.

The guarding demon soldiers were shocked, stepped forward to help him walk into the main tent.

Inside the tent, Demon Marshal Jiuying sat on the main seat.

He wore a water-fire Dao robe, his face was sinister, and behind him, nine huge snake head phantoms rolled in the black mist.

"Plop!"

Teng Yuan knelt heavily on the ground.

"Lord Demon Marshal! This subordinate is guilty!" Teng Yuan cried with tears, his voice shrill.

Jiuying frowned slightly, and two intimidating rays of light shot from his eyes, landing on Teng Yuan.

"Teng Yuan? You were ordered to patrol the outskirts of Mount Wuzhi, how did you end up in this state?"

Teng Yuan raised his head suddenly, his face full of grief and indignation: "This subordinate was ordered to patrol, but encountered an ambush by Wu Clan savages and a demon clan traitor in the mountain stream near the Houtu tribe!"

"Demon clan traitor?" Jiuying's eyes turned cold.

"It's a monkey demon!" Teng Yuan gritted his teeth, his speaking speed extremely fast, "That monkey demon cultivated to the Great Luo Jinxian realm, but was willing to be a running dog for the Wu Clan. He not only helped the Wu Clan hunt my demon clan compatriots, but also spoke wildly, insulting the Demon Court, saying... saying what Demon Court, he hadn't heard of it!"

The nine head phantoms behind Jiuying stopped rolling and stared fixedly at Teng Yuan.

Teng Yuan trembled all over, bit the bullet and continued to fabricate: "This subordinate couldn't take it, and stepped forward to capture him. Who knew that the monkey demon was prepared, and ambushed the Wu Clan in secret. This subordinate fought to the death, but two fists couldn't beat four hands. That monkey demon was ruthless, five hundred Teng Snake Guard brothers... in order to cover this subordinate's breakout, they were all beaten to soul-fly-away-and-scatter by him with one staff each, not even leaving a complete corpse!"

Speaking to the end, Teng Yuan cried loudly, beating the ground with his hands.

"Boom!"

After Jiuying finished listening, the black mist behind him exploded instantly.

He stood up suddenly, and the nine head phantoms behind him let out shrill screams toward the sky in unison.

Water-fire laws ran wild in the main tent, the stone pillar on the left was melted into magma by flames, and the ground on the right froze into thick black ice.

The terrifying pressure of the late-stage Semi-Sage pressed down like substance.

Tens of thousands of demon soldiers outside the tent knelt on the ground in unison, trembling all over, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"What great courage!" Jiuying laughed in extreme anger, "Mere Wu Clan savages, actually daring to set an ambush to kill my Demon Court soldiers! A mere traitor monkey demon, actually daring to insult the majesty of the Demon Court!"

"Demon Marshal, calm your anger." At this time, a clear voice suddenly sounded.

A man in a white robe with an elegant face stepped out from one side of the tent, resisting Jiuying's pressure, his brows locked.

This person was the demon general Bai Xun who stayed behind at the station, with the cultivation of the late-stage Great Luo Jinxian.

Bai Xun glanced at Teng Yuan who was kneeling and crying on the ground, his gaze sharp: "Demon General Teng Yuan, you said that five hundred Teng Snake Guards were instantly annihilated by that monkey demon, and didn't even send out a distress signal. Do you know that even if five hundred Teng Snake Guards form an array, even a Great Luo Jinxian could never kill them all within half a breath."

Teng Yuan's heart jumped, his eyes dodging, but he immediately raised his voice: "Bai Xun! What do you mean? My five hundred brothers' bones are not yet cold, do you think I would use their lives to lie? That monkey demon has natural divine power, and has the secret help of the Wu Clan Great Wu, what is strange about breaking the array!"

Bai Xun ignored him, turned to look at Jiuying, and bowed: "Demon Marshal, this matter is suspicious. If the Wu Clan really wanted to set an ambush, they would never let only Teng Yuan escape. That monkey demon's origin is also very vague. This subordinate suggests investigating the truth first, finding out the reality of the Houtu tribe, and then making a decision. At present, the relationship between the Wu Clan and my Demon Court is becoming increasingly tense; rashly starting a war with the Wu Clan may lead to disaster."

Jiuying looked at Bai Xun coldly.

"Investigate the truth?" Jiuying took a step forward and kicked over the long table in front of him, "Five hundred elites of my Demon Court died tragically, and a demon general was seriously injured. This is slapping my Jiuying's face, slapping the Demon Court's face! What truth is there to investigate?"

Bai Xun said in a deep voice: "Demon Marshal, if this is a trap..."

"Shut up!" Jiuying shouted sharply, "The Bai Ze clan thinks too much, and has lost the bloodiness of the demon clan for nothing! What are the Wu Clan savages, and are they worthy of my Demon Court's fear?"

He waved his big sleeve, and the water-fire laws turned into a hurricane, directly sweeping Bai Xun back several steps.

Jiuying turned around and walked out of the tent with big strides.

"Pass this marshal's military order!"

Jiuying's voice, under the blessing of demon power, rolled over the entire demon clan station like thunder.

"Beat the war drums! Gather one hundred thousand troops! Follow this marshal to attack the Houtu tribe, capture that monkey demon alive, pull his tendons and peel his skin, to strengthen the name of my Demon Court!"

"Dong! Dong! Dong!"

The dull sound of the Kui ox war drums echoed between heaven and earth.

The dark sky was instantly covered by rolling demon clouds.

One hundred thousand elite demon soldiers gathered rapidly, long spears like a forest, flags covering the sun, and the killing aura soared to the sky.

Bai Xun stood in the main tent, watching Teng Yuan crawling up from the ground with a sneer, and had a bad premonition in his heart.

He knew Teng Yuan's character well; this guy definitely didn't tell the truth.

But under Jiuying's rage, he couldn't listen to persuasion at all.

Bai Xun did not follow the army, he decided to stay behind at the station, and if something happened, he could contact the Demon Court in time, otherwise once the one hundred thousand troops started a full-scale war with the Wu Clan at the foot of Mount Wuzhi, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The scene changed, inside Mount Wuzhi, Houtu tribe.

Night fell, and many huge bonfires were lit on the square in the center of the tribe.

Wu Clan warriors sat around the bonfires, eating roast meat.

Beside a bonfire, a thigh of a winged wind beast was placed on the fire, roasting until it sizzled with oil, and the fragrance overflowed.

Sun Wukong sat on a rock, holding a stone bowl filled with amber-colored hundred-fruit brew.

"Cheers!" Great Wu Shi Ming raised the wine jar and clinked it heavily with Sun Wukong's stone bowl.

Sun Wukong raised his neck, drank it in one breath, and casually wiped the wine stains on the corner of his mouth.

"Satisfying!" Sun Wukong laughed loudly.

Shi Ming tore off a large piece of wind beast thigh meat and threw it to Sun Wukong: "You went to pick spirit fruits today, why did you go for so long? Where are the fruits?"

Sun Wukong took the roast meat, took a big bite, and said vaguely: "Don't mention it. Met a crazy long worm, insisted that my old Sun was some traitor, and set up a broken array to surround me."

Shi Ming's movements paused, and several Wu Clan warriors around also stopped their movements.

"Demon clan?" Shi Ming frowned, "They dare to make a move at the foot of Mount Wuzhi?"

"Who knows, sick in the head." Sun Wukong waved his hand indifferently, "The long worm leading them had his array broken by my old Sun with one staff, and his bones broken with another staff, turning into a blood mist and running away. As for the remaining small demons, my old Sun didn't kill them, and sent them away. I wasn't in the mood to pick fruits either."

Shi Ming laughed loudly after hearing this: "You monkey, you are kind-hearted. If it were us, those five hundred demon soldiers wouldn't have a single one left alive."

Sun Wukong shook his head slightly: "My old Sun promised my younger brother not to cause trouble easily."

Just as everyone was talking and laughing.

Hou Yi, who was eating meat and drinking wine on the side, suddenly stopped his movements.

He raised his head, his sharp eagle-like eyes staring fixedly at the sky in the north of the tribe.

The night sky, which was originally full of stars, was being rapidly swallowed by a thick darkness at this moment.

That was not dark clouds, but Sha clouds condensed from countless demon auras.

A strong wind rose, blowing the bonfires on the square to sway violently, sparks splashing everywhere.

Hou Yi slowly stood up and grabbed the black bow on the ground.

The surrounding Wu Clan warriors sensed the strangeness of the atmosphere, put down their wine and meat one after another, and picked up the weapons beside them.

"What's going on?" Shi Ming stood up and asked in a deep voice.

Sun Wukong also put down the roast meat in his hand, looked at the distant sky, and his golden pupils shrank slightly.

Hou Yi's voice spread in the night wind.

"A demon clan army is approaching, it seems to be coming for us." ===== CHAPTER 358 =====