Chapter 262

The escort team that was moving forward didn't notice that one person was missing and still walked toward the north unhurriedly. Blood Son Ji Shendao still waved his whip to whip his subordinates who didn't have eyes to vent his anger.

Suddenly, a breeze. The whip Ji Shendao was waving froze in the void. The entire escort team stopped moving eerily, time stopped.

Ji Shendao saw a middle-aged man in a green jacket and long coat appear before him, reached out and grabbed his neck, and then Ji Shendao lost consciousness.

Three seconds later, everyone began to move again, and the team moved forward slowly.

In the dense forest behind the team, deep in a canyon, two naked corpses died in the canyon. One was Ji Shendao, and one was the little guard.

Vultures circled in the sky, Demon wolves howled in the distance, and in a while, these two corpses lost their traces, and even the bone dregs were not left after being eaten.

Young Master in brocade clothes Ji Shendao waved the whip in his hand, revealing a little golden light in his eyes, and looked into the distance with a smile.

Behind the team, the poor guy who was beaten dawdled at the back of the team, looking around while walking.

The escort team continued to move forward, but the Blood Son had changed his object.

Meng Su waved the whip in his hand and cursed: "Everyone hurry up, dawdling, when will we reach the Wing Demon Palace. I'm tired, want to rest early."

A middle-aged cultivator riding a horse beside Meng Su approached Meng Su's ear and whispered: "Young Master, didn't you order to walk slowly, not wanting to be a hostage? Have you figured it out?"

"Figured it out, avoidance, can't solve the problem, I want to meet the beauties of the Wing Clan." Meng Su waved his hand, and the team accelerated their pace.

The Ji Shendao transformed by Meng Su's Demon power, whether it was appearance or aura, including voice, was exactly the same as the real Ji Shendao. So no one knew that their Blood Son had been swapped.

In fact, for things like exchanging hostages, there was a large teleportation array between the Blood Demon Sect and the Wing Demon Palace, but Ji Shendao was very unwilling to take the teleportation array. He didn't want to be this hostage at all. He was in the Blood Demon Sect, eating and drinking well, beauties like clouds, carefree, why be a dangerous hostage.

So Ji Shendao's way of handling it was: drag.

Walk slowly, walk for a year or a half, maybe the hostage plan will be cancelled.

This was the reason why they were dawdling slowly.

Now the hostage actually took the initiative to ask to hurry up, it seems he really figured it out.

So, a group of people began to whip their horses and roar away.

Half a month later, a group of people arrived before a city. Meng Su looked up and saw three words written on the city gate: Shaozi City. This was the territory of the future head of the Wing Demon Palace. In this city, not only lived the Demon sons of the Asura Race, but also countless ordinary Asura Race people, a veritable city.

After someone went in to report, Meng Su's group waited outside the city gate. After half a stick of incense, a group of people walked out of the city. The leader was black-clothed and black-faced, burly, riding a unicorn. Behind him, a group of people were riding various strange Demon beasts.

The black-faced man bowed to Meng Su, revealing disdain on his face, and said in a muffled voice: "I am Yang Dingding, have seen Blood Son."

Meng Su raised his hand to return the salute.

Following Meng Su into the city, Yang Dingding took his people out of the city. It seems that the exchange of hostages started when the Blood Son of the Blood Demon Sect arrived. Clearly, in this kind of exchange, the Blood Demon Sect was at a disadvantage. The Blood Demon Sect was the weakest party among the three countries.

When Yang Dingding passed Meng Su, he muttered in a low voice: "Just this is also called Demon Son? Could it be that an outer sect disciple replaced him? Just that cowardly look, can also be called Demon Son? We lost this exchange."

The exchange principle was that Meng Su entered the city, and Yang Dingding left the city. But clearly, this Asura Race Demon son was also very unwilling to be a hostage. So he wanted to humiliate the Blood Demon Sect Demon son as soon as he went out. It was best to provoke him, and then beat him up to vent his anger. At the same time, give the Demon son a warning.

"Weak chicken, humans are all weak chickens, unable to withstand a single blow." Yang Dingding passed Meng Su and said lightly.

"Stop..." Meng Su shouted without looking back: "Pull the horse for me, I want to get off the horse." You can scold Ji Shendao, but you can't scold the Human Race.

"What did you say? Grandfather is hard of hearing, didn't hear clearly, say it again." Yang Dingding pulled the horse and turned back, the muscles on his black face twisted, his eyes looking fiercely at Meng Su and said.

The followers on the side gently pulled Meng Su's clothes with their hands, signaling Meng Su not to cause trouble.

Meng Su turned a deaf ear and said unhurriedly: "Are you deaf, didn't you hear what I said?"

Yang Dingding got off the unicorn to the ground, stood before Meng Su, that height of more than two meters, the aura was daunting.

Yang Dingding grabbed the reins on Meng Su's horse, and then twisted the horse's head hard. The black horse under Meng Su's feet was overturned to the ground, with four hooves facing the sky. Meng Su flew away from the horse's back and jumped into the air.

Meng Su, who was descending, encountered a palm as big as a cattail fan, with flashing electric arcs between the five fingers. Grabbed toward Meng Su's ankle.

Meng Su in the air discovered Yang Dingding waiting to grab him below, and suddenly accelerated during the descent. Yang Dingding didn't expect Meng Su to suddenly fall, and the five fingers didn't have time to close. Was kicked in the palm by Meng Su.

That huge palm was thick and powerful, bearing the force of Meng Su's descent, but the ground couldn't bear it. The square at the city gate was paved with fine granite, and the granite turned into fragments under Meng Su's kick. Half of Yang Dingding's body sank into the mud.

Mud flew on the scene, and gravel splashed. It alarmed a person in the city. An old man heard the movement, rode a unicorn and walked slowly to the city gate, looking at the two who were competing, without stopping. The old man was about sixty or seventy years old, with crane hair and childlike face. As the old man walked, the surrounding space slowly twisted and deformed. This was the Supreme field. The old man was a Supreme.

There were not many Supremes in the Demon Realm, but there were quite a few Supremes in the Asura Realm. This Supreme should be the City Lord of Shaozi City. He was also Yang Dingding's guardian.

Yang Dingding, with half his body sunk in the mud, let out a heaven-shaking roar, his five fingers exerted force, wanting to grab Meng Su's foot. But Meng Su's foot lifted upward, and then landed on Yang Dingding's head.

Stepped hard, and Yang Dingding was stepped into a small section of his body again.

Yang Dingding's palm, which was originally extended to the sky, changed direction rapidly and grabbed toward Meng Su.

Meng Su's foot shook gently on Yang Dingding's head, and the mud on the soles of his shoes shook onto Yang Dingding's face, and even dust fell into his mouth. Then, Meng Su stood lightly before Yang Dingding.

"You said you were already half-buried in the soil, and you are still so arrogant, really uneducated." Meng Su teased.

Meng Su's followers felt that their master seemed to be more powerful than before, but they were also Human Race, and seeing Meng Su beating Yang Dingding, they also felt happy. Couldn't help but cheer.

Hearing the cheers of Meng Su's followers, Yang Dingding's followers couldn't hang their faces.

A thin follower walked out of Yang Dingding's follower team, looked at Meng Su's followers and said: "Do you think your Human Race is very powerful? Dare to fight me."

Meng Su's followers took back their laughter, laughing was fine, really fighting, no one had this courage, the combat power of the Asura Race was not covered, this everyone knew, if it weren't for the Wing Demon Palace needing to join forces with the Blood Demon Sect to resist the Feather Demon Sect, the Blood Demon Sect would have been destroyed by the Wing Demon Palace long ago.

"No one dares to go up? This is your Human Race? A group of cowards. Phew." The thin tall man cursed disdainfully.

"I want to try." Ye Baiyi walked out of the team slowly.

A group of followers looked at Ye Baiyi in surprise. This person was the one whipped the most by Ji Shendao, because he was closer to Ji Shendao. Could it be that his brain was whipped by Ji Shendao, leading to problems with his brain? A small Demon God. Dare to challenge the elite of the Asura Race?

That thin tall man judged only from the aura, and he had already exceeded the early Demon Saint. The peak Demon God of the Asura Race could kill the mid-to-late Demon Saint masters of the Blood Demon Sect. Never had a Blood Demon Sect cultivator been able to reverse-kill a high-realm Asura.