I picked up the scattered attributes

However, at the end, the long road splits into three forks.

It leads straight ahead. Mo Zhongxiu knows that if he continues forward, as long as he pushes open that stone door, he will reach the palace of the King of the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom, the highest hall of the entire Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom.

Now, we need to take the left fork in the road. Follow the passage, and eventually you will arrive at the Demon Saint Palace where His Highness the Holy Son resides.

Boom——

The pale golden gate slowly opened, and amidst a wave of trepidation, Mo Zhongxiu peered forward, finally seeing the scene inside the Demon Saint Palace.

Suddenly, an indescribable, terrifying shadow completely enveloped Mo Zhongxiu.

It was as if an invisible giant hand had gripped her heart tightly.

The next instant, she suddenly let out a terrified scream.

"What...what is this?!"

……

"The Heavenly Serpent is dead? How is that possible?"

Another corner of the demon city.

Ying Chengpeng, who had transformed into an eagle with a human body, was sitting in front of a long stone table, facing the blue-eyed thunder ox Niu Mang, his face appearing particularly heavy and serious.

When the two demon kings arrived in the demon capital, the unusual sights in the city immediately put them on high alert.

Upon hearing of the fall of the Heavenly Serpent Demon King and even the order to seal off the city, the two sensed something unusual. Sealing off a city because of the death of a demon king was an unprecedented event!

They asked themselves honestly, even if they were to perish, they could not possibly cause such a scene, let alone the Heavenly Serpent Demon King, who was ranked last among the Ten Demon Kings.

"When this holy son was born, his head must have been smashed by a hammer!" Niu Mang couldn't help but mutter, cursing, "How could he even think of something as ridiculous as sealing off the city and searching it?"

“What really concerns me is His Majesty’s attitude.” Ying Chengpeng shook his head.

"What attitude could His Majesty possibly have? The Lion King has already made it clear that the Holy Son's actions have been approved by His Majesty."

As Niu Mang spoke, he began to feel a bit uneasy: "What is the King thinking? He created this Holy Son out of nowhere. Does he really intend for this Holy Son to ride roughshod over us in the future?"

"No, you stupid ox, didn't you notice?"

Ying Chengpeng paused, then said solemnly, "The Demon Emperor's Tomb is about to open. According to past patterns, His Majesty the King should have appeared by now, but he has yet to show up..."

Niu Mang's eyelids twitched immediately.

He pondered calmly for a moment before slowly uttering a question: "You mean... the Holy Son is the King, but what is he after?"

Ying Chengpeng: "...Get lost."

You can't really have any serious discussions with this stupid ox!

"It's very likely that His Majesty the King has gone missing, and the attack by that old dragon in the East Sea has reminded me of something else." Ying Chengpeng took a deep breath before slowly voicing another question that had been on his mind.

"How many times have you seen the Holy Son?"

"You've only met him a few times, maybe seven or eight at most. What's wrong, are you jealous, you old codger?"

Niu Mang counted on his hooves, looking at Ying Chengpeng with an expression of utter disbelief, seemingly unable to comprehend why Ying Chengpeng would ask such a foolish question.

"Get lost." Ying Chengpeng cursed mercilessly, then sneered, "I've seen the Holy Son many times, probably more than you."

"Damn it, how could we lose in a place like this..." Niu Mang's face immediately turned ugly.

“…That’s not the point.”

Ying Chengpeng looked around, then used his magic to set up a protective barrier. After carefully checking everything, he finally uttered the words that had been hidden deep in his heart:

"Do you still remember what race the Holy Son is, what he looks like, how high his cultivation level is, and what he said to you?"

"Hmph, what's so difficult about that?"

Niu Mang raised his ox hoof and said righteously, "Let me tell you the story in detail!"

He opened his mouth, his eyes widened, and two thick breaths spewed from his nostrils, traveling several dozen feet through the air. But in the end, the demon king only managed to utter four words:

"Uncle Niu... forgot."

……

Chapter 0208

As soon as the words were spoken, both demon kings fell silent.

They stared at each other, and finally, Niu Mang got angry first and shouted, "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen such an awesome ox before?"

"I've never seen such a stupid cow."

Ying Chengpeng snorted coldly before continuing in a chilling tone, "In fact, the fact that you and I, both standing at the peak of the Yuan Dan realm, only discovered the anomaly now speaks volumes."

It wasn't until this moment that Niu Mang finally realized: "You mean... the Holy Son is so ugly that it's unbearable to look at?"

"...Niu Mang!! This king will fight you three hundred more rounds today!!"

An extremely furious roar suddenly exploded in the sky. Immediately afterwards, many creatures in the Demon Capital City saw a golden giant eagle with a wingspan of over a hundred feet and a burly Kui bull with thunder on its feet collide violently in the high sky.

Thunder mingled with shrieks, almost causing the primordial energy of the area to boil. At times, the strange phenomenon of a golden-winged roc would condense, flapping its wings across the sky and striking across the three thousand worlds. At other times, an ancient wild bull would shatter the heavens, its foot landing as if it could crush mountains and rivers.

Some of the buildings below were reduced to ruins in the blink of an eye.

A terrifying pressure spread out, causing many creatures to tremble and kneel on the ground one after another, unable even to raise their heads.

"What happened?"

"My God, this looks like a battle between demon kings!"

"Which two demon kings are fighting?"

In an instant, cries of alarm, screams, wails, and all sorts of sounds rose and fell, turning into a gloomy cloud that enveloped the area in a moment.

After an unknown amount of time, the aftershocks of the battle gradually subsided.

The two demon kings lay panting on the ground, their bodies covered in wounds, staring fiercely at each other. Ying Chengpeng struggled to flap his wings, slapping them onto Niu Mang's belly with a thud.

Niu Mang grunted weakly, raised his hoof, and kicked Ying Chengpeng in the face.

"Watch me kick you to death with one hoof!"

"I'll be the one to kill you first!"

"Before that, you were kicked to death by Master Niu!"

"Hmph...you'll be the first to die." Ying Chengpeng was too lazy to continue the nonsense. Instead, he dragged his heavily injured body to his feet and transmitted his voice with a solemn expression, "Clearly, that Holy Son definitely has a big problem. You and I have both seen him more than once, yet in the end, we can't recall his appearance. To go to this extent..."

His expression grew increasingly solemn, and at this moment, even Niu Mang stopped arguing.

What kind of terrifying power is it to block and tamper with the memories of the two great demon kings?

"Moreover, the origin of this Holy Son is also very strange. The official explanation given by the Demon God Palace is that the Holy Son was conceived in the palace for decades, and was only recently born..."

However, none of the ten demon kings knew about this major event!

Recalling the series of embarrassing encounters he had recently experienced, even he couldn't help but feel a headache coming on, as if he could see some kind of impending shadow.

"This world... is going to descend into chaos."

“The Great Prophet may not say such things, but we can ask someone else!” Old Niu said casually. “If we can find Brother Xing, we can find out the true origin of the Holy Son, right?”

"That's right!"

Upon hearing the mention of the Starbucks guy, even Ying Chengpeng's eyes lit up, and his expression became much more excited: "In my opinion, Brother Xing's divination skills may not be inferior to those of that old prophet!"

"If we can find him, perhaps we can see through the fog!"

“But there’s a problem…” Niu Mang interrupted him, “Where are we supposed to find the Star Brothers?”

That Starbucks guy was elusive; even though they were both demon kings, they had no idea where he was. The Demon Kingdom was so vast that finding him was like searching for a needle in a haystack!

If we can't find the person, won't everything be for nothing?

“However, Brother Xing said he would definitely come to Yaodu. Perhaps he is already in Yaodu right now.” Ying Chengpeng pondered for a moment and finally found a feasible idea. “We can directly issue an announcement to search for him. Once Brother Xing sees the announcement, he will naturally come looking for the two of us.”

“This method is indeed feasible!” Old Niu raised another question, “However, what excuse should we use? What if we don’t come up with a good one and that old prophet gets on our good side? It might backfire.”

"This is easy!"

Ying Chengpeng's eyes darted around, and he leaned forward to whisper in his ear:

"We can do it this way..."

……

Cold pool deep valley.

Panting heavily, Feng Xia stumbled backward and landed with a thud in the icy pool.

As he continuously absorbed the Ten Thousand Dragons Diagram's inheritance during battles, the consumption of the Cold Pool Water became extremely rapid. The water that originally reached his neck could now only cover his feet.

"it's over!"

Feng Xia let out a long sigh, weakly raised his hand, and smashed the last dragon-shaped attack. Then he lay down without any regard for his image, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath.

At this moment, Jiao Qingtu, who was sitting on the large blue stone, only slightly opened his mouth, and then the old man let out a sigh.

He no longer had the strength to even be shocked.

"Two days... and it's done?"