144: Chapter 144 We have always revered Ancestor Zhao

Next, Zhao Yi and Li Yingzhen saw a shocking scene.

They saw countless Human Race Cultivators locked in individual iron cages.

There were probably thousands of people inside a single iron cage, and these iron cages were stacked together like sand using Sumeru Mustard Seed space.

"I have long heard that the Human Race is united, especially those powerful ones who respect the old and cherish the young; that is the fundamental difference between the Human Race and the Spirit Race."

Speaking of which, Mou Wuwang waved his hand, and a cage of Human Race flew up.

"Niu Changchang, haven't you been clamoring to eat humans? Let this serve as an appetizer for you."

"Many thanks, Clan Chief Mou!"

Niu Changchang droned, and then a bull's head, as large as a mountain, swallowed the flying iron cage along with the people inside.

"Delicious!"

A spurt of fresh blood sprayed from Niu Changchang's mouth, and over a thousand Human Race Cultivators perished right there.

After eating, the bull's head licked its lips as if in provocation.

"Clan Chief Mou, is there any more?"

"This little bit isn't even enough to fill the gaps between my teeth."

"That will depend on how the Fourth Prince chooses."

"Oh, right!"

"There is also Old Ancestor Zhao; when I was in the Far West, I had already heard of the Old Ancestor's prestigious name."

"Just now, I even learned that the Old Ancestor has survived the Heavenly Fire Tribulation and become a Mahayana Cultivator."

"We have always respected Old Ancestor Zhao."

"It is just that I do not know why the Old Ancestor will not grant us an audience?"

Mou Wuwang extended his palm, where two people were lying like corpses.

These were also acquaintances: Zheng Qinghe, the Prefect of Anning Prefecture, and Ma Zhixing, the Vice Prefect.

Mou Wuwang grabbed the two men by their legs, put them directly into his mouth, and began to chew with a crunching sound.

"Heh, Spirit Transformation Cultivators are truly delicious!"

In this time, the endless flying ships had already formed a circle, with the center pointing directly at the Spirit Stone mine of Baiyu Mountain.

"Come out, you two!"

Another pile of iron cages was thrown into the air, to be devoured by various bizarre-looking Spirit Race.

In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of Human Race Cultivators became food.

Zhao Yi was inherently kind-hearted; before this, he had only killed some ordinary minor demons in the mine tunnels. When had he ever seen such a scene?

Spirit Race?

These are clearly demons!

Looking at the demons in mid-air who were constantly eating people, Zhao Yi trembled all over.

Li Yingzhen...

"Are you afraid?"

Zhao Yi shook his head.

"No, I am excited!"

With this movement, the protection of Fuyu Palace failed.

Zhao and Li were immediately exposed to the eyes of the billions of Spirit Race.

"Demons that eat people?"

"What a rare sight!"

"Die!"

Zhao Yi brandished the great sumeru treasure hoe.

Having been mining and mining, he had almost forgotten that he was a Cultivator.

What is a Cultivator?

In Zhao Yi's understanding, the goal is: immortality.

Daily life: uphold justice for heaven, and slay demons and eliminate devils!

And now...

The demons have come!

Since that is the case, what else is there for Zhao Yi to say? Just swing the hoe and fight.

The hoe, extending over a thousand meters, swept from east to west, striking directly, and countless flying ships were knocked down.

The Spirit Race, like ants, rode black clouds as they fled from the falling flying ships.

Zhao Yi's sudden outburst stunned the dozens of Spirit Race Clan Chiefs.

Under such circumstances, there is still someone who dares to fight back?

Mou Wuwang had a gloomy face and stopped the immortal martial divine cannons on the other flying ships.

"Capture him alive for me."

"I will do it!"

Niu Changchang was truly Niu Changchang; with a physique nearly three meters tall, a pair of bull horns, and that dark face, everyone knew this was a bull demon that had not completely transformed into a human.

"Old Ancestor Zhao, my apologies."

"Iron Bull Fist."

"Take this hit!"

It can only be said that Niu Changchang was reckless, directly swinging his fist to smash Zhao Yi's hoe.

Under the enhancement of magic power, Niu Changchang's right fist suddenly magnified tens of thousands of times, smashing down like a mountain.

The fist broke the sound barrier directly.

It collided with the great sumeru treasure hoe.

Crack.

Like the sound of shattering glass, the space at the point where the fist and hoe met shattered.

The spatial rift devoured everything around it that could be devoured.

But the hoe and the fist did not move at all.

Zhao Yi: "What a hard fist."

This was the first time he had encountered someone using their Physical Body to resist the great sumeru treasure hoe head-on.

Niu Changchang: "What great strength."

Having cultivated for so many years, this was also the first time he had encountered a living being whose strength alone did not lose to his own, especially since the opponent was a physically weak Human Race.

"Come again!"

"Bring it on!"

Zhao Yi brandished the hoe.

Niu Changchang brandished his giant fist.

Wherever the hoe and fist passed, space shattered again as if it were made of paper.

Boom!

The hoe and fist collided, and the tremendous sound blew away the surrounding flying ships.

"Hahaha~"

"How exhilarating, how exhilarating!"

The purely violent duel successfully aroused Niu Changchang's ferocity. He shook his arms, and his upper garment was instantly shattered into powder.

His exposed chest muscles were like steel.

He brandished his fists, making a thumping sound.

Zhao Yi held the great sumeru treasure hoe; although Niu Changchang was ferocious, he was still a bit inferior compared to the mine walls of Baiyu Mountain.

"I wonder if this muscular body would taste good if it were braised?"

Using his Physical Body to resist the great sumeru treasure hoe, Zhao Yi could only say that he had great courage.

"Come!"

Niu Changchang was like a meteor cutting through space, instantly appearing in front of Zhao Yi, his sandbag-sized fist aiming straight for Zhao Yi's head.

Bang!

"Ouch!"

Niu Changchang felt dizzy and his vision went black; the tremendous pain in his head made him scream repeatedly.

"Damn it, why not just be a proper bull instead of being a demon?"

"You deserve a beating!"

"Why not eat grass properly instead of eating people?"

"You deserve to be beaten and you deserve to die."

Zhao Yi brandished the great sumeru treasure hoe and struck Niu Changchang's head repeatedly.

Red and white mixed together, turning into a pulp.

In a moment, the Niu Changchang in front of Zhao Yi had no breath left.

"What a big bull."

Zhao Yi looked at the ten-meter-tall mountain of flesh in front of him, stunned.

"Mine, mine, all mine, I can eat this for a long time."

"You want to eat?"

The Niu Changchang who appeared again was pale; what Zhao Yi had just killed was his Incarnation.

In fact, although it was called an Incarnation, there was no difference from the main body, and in some aspects, it was even stronger than the main body.

His powerful Incarnation had been taken by Zhao Yi; Niu Changchang looked at Zhao Yi with deep dread.

"What are you still watching for? Attack together!"

Niu Changchang lost his nerve and spoke up,

"Haha, so Clan Chief Niu also has times when he is afraid?"

"Greetings, Old Ancestor Zhao. I am Chaotianque of the Red Guard Immortal Chicken Clan."

"Greetings, Old Ancestor Zhao. I am Shi Honghong of the Golden Silk Snake Clan."

...

Zhao Yi was numb; in this short time, more than thirty Mahayana Cultivators had greeted him.

This number was even a few more than the Nine Sects.

When the last one from some dog clan greeted him, Zhao Yi finally realized.

Damn it, where are these demons?

Aren't these all food?

Chaotianque equals braised chicken, Shi Honghong equals snake soup, and braise some beef, and that's it.

How could the Mahayana aliens of the Spirit Race know what Zhao Yi was thinking?

They thought Zhao Yi was scared.

"Old Ancestor Zhao, why not just surrender?"

"With so many of us experts, you cannot win."

Although Shi Honghong had a hot and alluring body, she horrifyingly had a snake head.

When she suddenly spoke, it almost scared the great sumeru treasure hoe out of Zhao Yi's hand; the most crucial thing was that she was still unaware.

Twisting her waist, making what she thought were enchanting movements, she tried to bewitch Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi...

Even if she covered her face, it would be the same.

But you are a snake head, damn it; why not cover the head too?

Seeing that Shi Honghong was still approaching, he swung the great sumeru treasure hoe and smashed it down.