Chapter 958: Getting a Demon Race

The demon race surged like a raging tide, rushing head-on toward Tianhong Guan.

Seeing this, all human race cultivators did not retreat in the slightest, but instead all sprang into action.

Relying on the talisman seals and formation disks prepared in advance, as well as the formation of Tianhong Guan, they engaged directly in fierce battle with the demon race.

Yun Xiantai, Yu Mo and the other Great Emperor Ancestors also immediately went into fierce battle with those demon gods.

We cannot let them recklessly attack Tianhong Guan's great formation, otherwise the great formation of Tianhong Guan cannot hold for too long.

Looking at that "old fire chicken" demon god, which hadn't even reached the height of Yun Xiantai's knee, Ye Zhangqing felt awkward no matter how he looked at it.

It is truly fierce; although it hasn't reached the hip height yet, facing Yun Xiantai, it is not weak at all.

Flapping its wings, pecking and clawing, each strike that landed carried a terrifying might.

Its strength is fine; it's just this appearance—honestly, it's vastly different from what I imagined, this is utterly impossible; at the very least, it shouldn't be a demon race.

Meanwhile, Xu Jie, Zhao Zhengping and the others, relying on the formation, continuously slaughtered the demon race that rushed head-on.

A...... big goose? With a puff, it heavily struck the formation.

Seeing this, Xu Jie instantly thrust out his sword, heavily piercing the big goose's wing, but this also aroused the big goose's ferocity.

Ga ga ga, it continually attacked the formation.

"What a fierce demon race."

Xu Jie beside him, seeing this, frowned tightly and said, "That sword just now, I held nothing back, yet this demon race merely got injured and wasn't killed in one blow."

Just after a single exchange, Xu Jie seemed to understand why the demon race made all the peoples of Haotu Shijie so wary.

However, upon hearing this, Ye Zhangqing couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

Damn it, just grabbing its neck would finish it, right?

But the next second, Ye Zhangqing shook his head, impossible, absolutely impossible; although this demon race looks completely unlike what I imagined, its strength is damn on point.

If we dealt with them using the methods from my previous life, that would be tantamount to suicide.

Could this be the reason the demon race grew like this? Deliberately letting people let down their guard? Showing weakness to the enemy... damn it.

Besides him, Ye Zhangqing, who else in the whole Haotu Shijie could see anything?

Not seeing the others around, each one is as if facing a great enemy, right?

Xu Jie and that big goose were temporarily locked in a fight that was hard to tell apart.

One person, one goose, neither would yield.

Watching a goose able to trade blows with Xu Jie, Ye Zhangqing couldn't describe what he felt; anyway, it was just weird.

For now, Ye Zhangqing still felt that he should first find a way to bring back a demon race specimen to see if the top-tier ingredient the system mentioned is really true.

If that is indeed the case, then perhaps there is still a turning point for the matter.

After all, Ye Zhangqing still understood quite well the personalities of the people of Dao Yi Shengdi.

I dare not say about other matters, but as long as it's related to eating, the combat power of Dao Yi Shengdi wouldn't just double; even a seventy or eighty percent increase is completely unproblematic.

The most important thing is that the idea has opened up, the fighting spirit has risen.

Also, Yunluo Holy Land and Yaochi Holy Land, during this period they also have a continual trend of becoming like Dao Yi; although they can't compare to Dao Yi Shengdi, they are also a bunch of foodies.

Other major sects are more or less the same.

So, Ye Zhangqing now wants to confirm whether these chickens, ducks, fish and meat...... wait, no, whether these demon races can actually be eaten.

Thinking this, Ye Zhangqing said to Bai Hua Xianzi and Jueying, who had been guarding beside him.

"Is there a way to bring over a food...... demon race?"

"It can be done, but husband, what do you want to do?"

"I have a use; you'll know when the time comes."

"That's fine, but husband, be careful, don't leave the formation."

"Don't worry, I can protect myself well."

"Mm."

Hearing Ye Zhangqing's words, Bai Hua Xianzi and Jueying immediately sprang into action.

With their strength, they couldn't capture a high-level demon race, but casually grabbing an ordinary demon race is still quite simple.

Moreover, looking around, demon race noises are everywhere, making it even easier.

While waiting for Bai Hua Xianzi and Jueying to return, Ye Zhangqing also glanced toward the direction where Xu Jie was.

All I saw was that he was still locked in an evenly matched fight with that big goose, hard to tell who was superior.

The big goose was squawking "ga ga ga" wildly, and Xu Jie was also cursing.

"Your strength is not bad, but do you think that's enough? Look."

"Ga ga ga."

"Courting death."

"Ga ga."

"Puff.........."

After a bout of fierce fighting, Xu Jie actually ended up wounded by that big goose.

Although its legs are short, a kick with its foot to Xu Jie's chest sent him flying backward, spitting out a big mouthful of fresh blood.

And that big goose, not giving Xu Jie any time to catch his breath, flapped its wings and gave chase.

Seeing Xu Jie falling into a disadvantage, Ye Zhangqing, for some reason, blurted out a line.

"Third Senior Brother, grab its neck."

This could almost be called an instinctive reaction, after all, in his previous life Ye Zhangqing also lived in a village.

He still knew the village's three tyrants; the big goose was one of them, the kind that even dogs passing by would get kicked.

Many people aren't afraid of dogs, but they fear the big goose; the best way to deal with a big goose is to grab its neck—once you hold the neck, it's like seizing its vital point.

But as soon as the words left his mouth, Ye Zhangqing was speechless—how did he inexplicably blurt that out?

Although this thing looks exactly like a goose, it is after all a demon race, possessing cultivation.

Just look—previously, when fighting Xu Jie, they not only exchanged blows evenly, but seemed to have a slight edge, yet Xu Jie kicked it flying with a single kick.

It cannot be the same as the goose from my previous life; absolutely impossible.

Ye Zhangqing shook his head and laughed wryly, silently cursing himself for being demon-possessed; just because it looks alike doesn't mean it's the same—after all, it's a demon race, how could it have a weak point?

But just as Ye Zhangqing was thinking that, a sudden urgent goose cry sounded, followed immediately by Xu Jie's loud laughter.

"Haha, Junior Brother Zhangqing, how do you know this thing's weak point?"

Huh???

"Weak point? What weak point? What the hell do I know?"

Hearing that, Ye Zhangqing looked up, bewildered, and at a glance, he was completely stunned.

Only see Xu Jie grabbing the goose's neck in one grip; although the originally fierce goose was still struggling in Xu Jie's hand, it seemed to instantly lose its ability to fight back.

It was just... just like someone had pinched its life gate and pressed its death spot.

Ye Zhangqing stared, dumbfounded—turns out, not only does it look alike, but its weak point is exactly the same.

Watching the goose, its neck seized by Xu Jie, having no recourse and its whole body going limp, Ye Zhangqing's eyelids twitched.

"Demon race, why does it have a weak point? And even if it has a weak point, why is it exactly like ordinary poultry?"

His mouth hung open; for a moment, Ye Zhangqing didn't even know what to say.