Chapter 54: Chapter Fifty-Three: You are not worthy of being demons

With a burst of black mist, Wei Cang condensed his true body in the black mist. Wei Cang, who had condensed his true body, spat out a mouthful of Demon Blood. His eyes looked at Ye Hong calmly.

Ye Hong's body rotated, and a powerful murderous aura wrapped Ye Hong, condensing into a black Demon Blade, and slashed at Wei Cang with one blade. Although this blade was issued from Ye Hong's hand, it fell from the sky, and the entire space was split into two by this blade. But the Nine Cauldrons Pavilion could actually withstand the power of this blade, without any damage. It seems that this Nine Cauldrons Pavilion is also a treasure.

Wei Cang watched the Demon Blade falling from the sky. A drop of Demon Blood seeped from his brow, and the Demon Blood squirmed and expanded rapidly. Finally, it condensed into a huge blood palm, which grabbed at the Demon Blade, grabbed, and twisted, twisting the Demon Blade into murderous aura and dissipating it in the void.

After the divine abilities of the two dissipated, both of them blurred, and then the two turned into two meteors and collided rapidly. Various divine abilities and killing moves danced between the two. But the exchange between the two was silent. It was as if they were not fighting in this world.

With the contest between the two, the time of this Nine Cauldrons Pavilion was stirred into fragments of time. In the eyes of everyone, it might only be an instant, but the contest between the two might be a day, a year, a hundred years.

Above the heads of the two, the strange Wordless Heavenly Book still turned unhurriedly. Words faintly appeared on the pages that had been turned.

Meng Su hid in the Life and Death Lotus, which shielded all divine sense, attacks, and divine abilities from the outside. Meng Su's divine sense secretly watched the two great powers fighting in the field. He didn't know what had happened. He was always inexplicably involved in some killings that had nothing to do with him.

Meng Su watched the contest between the two nervously. The divine abilities and power of the two were dazzling, and in the end, it actually affected Meng Su's divine sense, making Meng Su feel that his head was splitting. He hurriedly withdrew his divine sense. He didn't dare to pay attention to the field anymore.

Because the contest between the two had affected the time and space there, it was impossible to judge how long the two had been fighting. Maybe it was a long time, maybe it was an instant.

The two separated. The two stood still in the air in a strange posture.

Wei Cang lost half of his body, and Ye Hong lost his head. What surprised Meng Su was that Ye Hong actually had an extra pair of wings. That was a pair of blood-red fleshy wings, similar to bat wings. Ye Hong himself also looked like a large bat. Ye Hong's head was beheaded by Wei Cang, and a blood-red head stood still in the air. There were two sharp horns on the top of the head. This Ye Hong was not a human.

Half of Wei Cang's body was a human-shaped Demon Mist, and half of his body was a flesh-and-blood body.

The Wordless Heavenly Book above the heads of the two turned a page slowly, and the two who were still suddenly moved. A powerful force erupted between the two, and the two retreated rapidly.

After retreating, the two stood panting. Time and space returned to normal. Ye Hong's head fell from the air. Ye Hong hurriedly reached out to catch it, but the head suddenly turned into a burst of Demon Mist when it was about to fall into Ye Hong's hands. The Demon Mist dissipated in the void.

Ye Hong, who had lost his head, was immediately weak. He stared at Wei Cang fiercely and said: "Old man Wei, I didn't expect you to have refined the Wordless Heavenly Book. Today I admit defeat. But don't be happy too early. Our Ten Great Asura Divine Generals have all been dispatched. At that time, we will exterminate your weak species. You are not worthy of being demons. Only we are the orthodox Demon Race."

The headless Ye Hong said this sentence with mental force.

Wei Cang smiled faintly: "Why bother, increasing casualties in vain. Our Human Race is powerful. For ten thousand years, you have been attacking our Demon Realm endlessly. Have you succeeded? Not counting the loss of troops and generals, you have also lost the Wordless Heavenly Book. No matter how powerful you are, we are not weak."

"Don't be happy too early. Our Asura Clan has already resolved the conflict between the Feather Asura Clan and the Blood Asura. As long as the Asura Clan is unified, it will be an army of millions killing over. Wait to bear our anger."

After Ye Hong finished speaking, the wings behind him shook, space was cut open, and Ye Hong disappeared.

With Ye Hong's disappearance, Wei Cang staggered, and a mouthful of Demon Blood sprayed out wildly.

The Nine Cauldrons Pavilion restored its original order.

Those who should talk talked, those who should laugh and play laughed and played, but someone suddenly found that their companion in front of them was gone. Everyone immediately let out terrified screams.

What was magical was that the host did not die, clearly having received Wei Cang's protection.

"What happened? Where did my junior brother go?"

"Why do I feel like I had a dream, what happened?"

The host stood still for a while, as if he had received instructions. He hurriedly appeased everyone.

"Everyone, please be quiet. Just now, Evil Demons invaded. Although our Nine Cauldrons Pavilion tried our best to maneuver, some cultivators were still abducted by Evil Demons. The Evil Demons have left. For the Demon Cultivators who lost their brothers, our Nine Cauldrons Pavilion will compensate each one with one million Gathering Spirit Pills."

A silence, and then with a *boom*, everyone started discussing again.

Meng Su put away the Life and Death Lotus and was explaining to Dongfang Mao. Dongfang Mao didn't know anything. To him, it seemed like the whole auction hall had lost a third of its cultivators when he closed his eyes and opened them again.

Wei Cang disappeared into the void of the auction hall, as if he had never appeared.

After a while, the noisy crowd quieted down. This kind of thing might happen often in the Demon Realm, and everyone was used to it.

The host collected the things auctioned by everyone and entered the back hall to hand over. Meng Su was also invited to the back hall.

At this time, Meng Su already knew that this Wordless Heavenly Book was a supreme treasure. He didn't know what level it was. But at least it was above Dao Treasure. He didn't expect the Nine Cauldrons Pavilion to give him such a heavy treasure. He was inexplicably invited to VIP Room No. 1, inexplicably had an extra one million Gathering Spirit Pills. Then inexplicably auctioned this book. Anyway, he didn't pay a cent. Even if he couldn't get this book, it didn't matter.

For Meng Su, the Escape Rat was what he wanted to obtain most at the moment, but it was auctioned by Gongzi Jiao. With Gongzi Jiao's arrogant and domineering character, he would definitely not give that Escape Rat King to him.

Just when Meng Su was sitting in the inner hall and letting his imagination run wild, the door of the inner hall opened. An old man came in, and Meng Su took a look, it was Wei Cang.

At this time, Wei Cang was even older than before.

Meng Su looked at this unpredictable great power in front of him and couldn't help but feel nervous. If this old brother went crazy, his life would not be guaranteed. On second thought, he was just a small True Demon, and there were more than millions of cultivators of this level in the Demon Realm. A great power at the Demon Venerable level would not be bored enough to target him. His heart relaxed a little.

After Wei Cang came in, he sealed the room.

Meng Su was nervous: "Sir, I auctioned that book randomly, I don't want it anymore. Let me go."

Wei Cang smiled slightly: "You saw it all?"

Meng Su: "Sir is a great power, slaying demons and eliminating demons, protecting our Human Race, with immeasurable merit."

Wei Cang took out Meng Su's True Demon Pill and looked at Meng Su and said: "This pill was refined by you?"

Meng Su: "It was indeed me, but it is definitely not a poison pill. I don't intend to profiteer from this either."

Wei Cang smiled: "Don't be nervous, I don't have any other meaning. You can refine this pill, you should have already obtained the true inheritance of the Pill Saint. You are the new Pill Saint of our Demon Realm. You are the hope for the revival of our Demon Realm."

Meng Su smiled: "With my three-legged cat skills, how can I take on such a great responsibility."

Wei Cang: "The Pill Saint has disappeared for thousands of years and should have already passed away. The dispute between sects is small, and the survival of the race is big. We lost the Pill Saint, which prevented the path of the True Demon. If this continues, the Demon Realm will definitely perish. You have also seen it. The Asura Clan is eyeing our Human Race covetously. Causing trouble everywhere. Sir is fortunate to have obtained the inheritance of the Pill Saint, and should be the hope for the revival of our Demon Race." ===== CHAPTER 55 =====