"Where is your friend practicing?"
Seeing Chen Luo sitting down, the atmosphere on the field relaxed again. No matter who the person is, as long as he is not looking for trouble, it is easy to deal with. A fifth-level bear demon is still worth making friends with. The Silver Fang King retracted his gaze and raised the wine glass in his hand.
He had just tested it and found that the other party was indeed a bear monster.
Such pure demonic power can only be possessed by demons with pure blood. Especially the ancient aura hidden deep in the opponent's bone marrow, which gave birth to a new plan in his mind.
"A scattered demon, wandering around."
Chen Luo's attention was all on the pool in the middle of the cave. It was not too careful for a "big fish" that could be warned by three elders at the same time. Looking at the appearance of this Silver Fang King, it seemed that he didn't know that there was another owner under this cold pool.
"oh?"
The Silver Fang King twirled the wine glass in his hand, his eyes fluctuating.
The demon tribe is not a kind place. The demon tribe that dares to wander outside, apart from the little demons who know nothing, only the powerful big demons are left. Thinking of the pure demon energy that he just sensed from the other party, the idea in the heart of the Silver Fang King became more and more firm.
"Have you ever heard of the Eight-Armed Pig King?"
Chen Luo did not speak. After calling on Brother Changqing's brain, his consciousness successfully passed through the cold pond and went deep into the bottom of the pond. He saw a vague outline right below. A large round stone, like a meteorite, made him look unclear.
This behavior of not replying was taken as a tacit consent by the Silver Fang King. The Eight-Armed Pig King was very powerful in his heyday and offended many people. Most of his descendants kept their identities secret to avoid revenge from their enemies. The bone pattern magic power on Chen Luo's body originated from Zhu Chungang, the founder of the "Demon Bone Array Pattern Art". By mistake, the Silver Fang King took him as the descendant of the Eight-Armed Pig King.
"Seven thousand years ago, I once met the Eight-Armed Pig King."
"Your Majesty, have you ever seen the Eight-Armed Pig King?"
The eyes of Yin Songzi and others gathered together.
The Eight-Armed Pig King was very famous among the demons. He was an ancient demon who lived for thousands of years. He had pure demon blood and was the founder of the demon body technique. No matter which one of them was mentioned, it was a legend among the demons today. It was said that thousands of years ago, the demons were not a whole, but were divided into different groups.
There are eight top-level demon kings in the entire clan.
Behind every demon king stands a race, which was comparable to the eight great sects at its peak, and the Eight-Armed Pig King was one of them. It was a pity that it declined later. In order to survive, the scattered demon tribes united together, and this is how the current demon tribe came into being.
"It happened seven thousand years ago. It's not worth mentioning."
Seeing that Chen Luo had no intention of responding, the Silver Fang King did not continue the topic.
"Seven thousand years ago?"
Chen Luo withdrew his spiritual sense just in time to hear these words, and could not help but look at the Silver Fang King for a second longer.
They are indeed a demon clan.
The life span is far superior to that of humans. Although the speed of cultivation and comprehension are a little worse, the advantage of life span is enough to make up for these shortcomings. Seven thousand years is a length of time that cannot be made up for two reincarnations for a human god-transforming cultivator, but in the mouth of the Silver Fang King, it is just a memory of his youth.
"It happened a long time ago. At that time, I had just condensed the demon pill and followed a group of demon elders to the Holy Mountain to listen to the Demon King's preaching." Seeing that Chen Luo was interested, the Silver Fang King said a few more words.
A group of young people including Yin Songzi were listening with great interest.
To them, these things were all legends of the demon clan, and could only be heard from great demons like the Silver Fang King.
"My friend, what's the important matter that brought you here? Just tell me if it's something I can do." As the topic started, the Silver Fang King asked Chen Luo about his purpose again.
"How much do you know about this cold pond?"
Chen Luo pointed at the cold pond in front of him and asked. He had just tried to sense it with his spiritual sense, but apart from seeing a black round stone the size of a meteorite, he could not see anything in the deeper areas.
A sixth-level spiritual sense can only see so much.
This is what he saw when he used Brother Changqing's brain. If it was any other external brain, the picture he saw would only be worse.
"The cold pond was left by my master. It is the foundation of our lineage."
The Silver Fang King did not elaborate. He just said a few words and then changed the subject. Seeing this, Chen Luo did not ask any more questions.
This place felt strange to him.
There was a vague sense of danger surrounding him, as if a pair of eyes were always watching him from behind, but he couldn't find the source. The sensitive brain in the external brain also had similar feedback, but it couldn't find the source either.
This feeling of being a leech attached to one's bones made Chen Luo suppress many thoughts and consider leaving.
Not long after, a few more monsters came to the outside of the cave, all of them came to celebrate the birthday of the Silver Fang King.
The strength of these monsters is at the level of level three to level four, similar to Yin Songzi. As the strongest person like King Yin Ya, Chen Luo naturally enjoys the best treatment. In return, Chen Luo gave King Yin Ya a fourth-level talisman, which he drew casually in his spare time.
This makes the atmosphere more harmonious.
The key point came after the banquet. King Silver Fang took out the cold dew he had prepared in advance and put it in a small silver bottle for exchange. Each small bottle contained a hundred drops of cold dew. For monsters below level five, cold dew was the best cultivation resource, which could purify the monster blood in their bodies and speed up their cultivation.
The other monsters also took out the things they had prepared, and Yin Songzi also took out a few fruits and began to exchange them with others.
Chen Luo watched quietly, and he found that most of the things these monsters exchanged were raw materials. Finished products such as elixirs and magic tools were very rare, and any one that appeared would be snatched up by people. From this point, it can be seen that the number of weapon refiners and alchemists on the monster side is even rarer, and you have to go to a larger monster settlement to see them. However, the monsters also have their advantages, that is, they are rich in resources. Many spiritual materials that require a lot of money to buy in the Star Region can be exchanged here for just a few spiritual crystals.
The exchange meeting lasted for three days.
Three days later, the little demons who had exchanged for resources left one after another.
"Thank you, Brother Yin Ya, for your hospitality."
At the entrance of the Cold Pond Cave, Chen Luo bowed his hands and thanked them. This exchange meeting allowed him to further understand the demon race. The rumors he had heard in the Tiannan Region and other places before were very different from those here.
The demon race is very large.
It is not a unified demon country, but a loose alliance. Every tribe has its elders in the Holy Mountain. Su Linlin is the saint respected by both the fox demon tribe and the bull demon tribe. The bull demon that Chen Luo met in the Star Region before was a strong man under Su Linlin.
A great demon in the Spirit Transformation Realm is a person who rules one side even in the demon realm, as can be seen from the Silver Fang King.
Su Linlin sent the Bull Demon to the Star Gate, not only to help Chen Luo, but also to steal resources. Unfortunately, the Bull Demon that went to the Star Gate failed to come back.
In addition to the Holy Mountain, there are seven major demon tribes in the demon tribe. These demon tribes are all holy tribes that are qualified to comprehend the Tao and have a high status. Below them are grass-roots kings like the Silver Fang King, a great demon who has transformed into a god and dominates one side. Small demons like Yin Songzi are the minions under the power of the Silver Fang King. The birthday banquet held every ten years is when these small demons pay tribute to the king. Lower than Yin Songzi and these small leaders are the second-level black bear spirits. There may be even lower-level demon soldiers below them, but Chen Luo did not ask about these.
A structurally complete pyramid form.
The Holy Mountain stood at the top, occupying the "Tao" of the demon race and ruling the entire race.
"Brother, why don't you stay a little longer? I have benefited a lot from your discussions these days." The Silver Tooth Demon King looked reluctant.
After several days of communication, his attitude towards Chen Luo changed greatly.
Although this person was born in the bear demon clan, his knowledge and experience far surpassed those of other members of his clan, and he had the appearance of a demon saint! Just for this reason, he was worthy of making friends with him.
"I still have some important things to deal with. I will come back to discuss this with my brother after I finish my trivial matters."
Chen Luo said goodbye again.
We can't stay here any longer. The three brothers in the external brain all gave feedback. The things under the cold pond are reviving. It's very dangerous to stay here any longer.
"I just hope you won't forget your promise today."
Seeing Chen Luo's firm attitude, the Silver Fang King could only sigh, and then glanced sideways to signal.
Soon, a group of little demons came up from behind, holding two things.
The Silver Fang King picked up the gourd from the first little demon's hand and handed it to Chen Luo.
"Here are three thousand drops of cold dew that I have treasured for many years. Although the cold dew is of little help to us at our level, it can be exchanged for a lot of silver in other places. It can be regarded as a gift from me to you."
The gourd feels heavy in my hand.
Then the Silver Fang King took out the second item.
A small ice-blue flower. As soon as this flower was taken out, the temperature around it began to drop sharply. The already cold valley became even colder under the influence of this flower. Several little demons nearby were shivering with cold. The snot flowing from their nostrils was frozen into ice grooves, and frost also hung on their scales.
"This is the Ice Spirit Flower I got from the cold pond. Even if you and I are at the same level, you can still gain a little improvement after taking this flower. It can be regarded as the second gift from me to you."
King Silver Fang was determined to make friends with Chen Luo, and was very generous in his efforts.
This made Chen Luo's original intention of touching his head fade away.
'The flower of demonic power, eat it and assimilate it.'
The moment his hand touched the icicle flower, the elder brother Changqing in his external brain suddenly reminded Chen Luo. This made Chen Luo pause, and he couldn't help but recall the flower wine that the little demons had taken at the banquet.
"Thank you, brother."
After accepting the gift, Chen Luo thanked him.
Then he turned and walked out of the valley. The Silver Fang King accompanied him to the valley entrance and only withdrew his gaze after watching Chen Luo's figure disappear into the ice and snow.
"My king, why do you have to give him so many things? This monster is related to the Eight-Armed Pig King and is likely to be in big trouble." Only after making sure that Chen Luo had left did the little monster beside the Silver Fang King couldn't help but speak.
"I know that, too."
The Silver Fang King turned around and walked back to the cave.
Several little demons followed closely.
“However, compared to the troubles he has encountered, I am more optimistic about his potential. I have never seen such pure demonic power, not even the one under the Cold Pond.” The words of the Silver Fang King came to an abrupt halt, and his gaze fell on the Cold Pond. His eyes were dim and no one knew what he was thinking.
There is a monster under the cold pond.
This is something he had known for a long time. The group of little demons outside only knew that the Silver Fang King occupied the frozen Cold Pond, but they didn't know that he, the king, could not leave this place at all.
Because of the big guy under the cold pond.
It is alive. (End of this chapter)
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