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Chapter 286 Is This Your Way of Hospitality?

"You don't go in! You don't trespass this place without your mother's order..."

Before Po Meng finished speaking, Kunpeng and Patriarch Minghe pushed her away and walked straight into the underworld.

"What's the matter? Empress Houtu doesn't welcome us?"

An annoying voice came from the door, interrupting Houtu who was chatting with Zhen Yuanzi and Nuwa Fuxi.

Hou Tu couldn't help frowning, his eyes drooped, and a frightening coldness shot out.

Her icy eyes shot towards Kunpeng and Patriarch Styx at the door, like cold sharp arrows, making them feel like falling into an iceberg for countless years, and they were instantly frozen into ice cubes.

Houtu: More than just being unwelcome?

Simply very unwelcome!

Why did these two people come here? It's really unlucky!

Zhen Yuanzi who was on the side was also shocked when he saw these two people, and then his smile disappeared, his face was gloomy.

His eyes were slightly cold, emitting a cold and stern light, his whole body was full of gloom and coldness, emitting a strong sense of viciousness and hatred.

Two cold lights shot towards Kunpeng and Patriarch Minghe at the same time, giving them the illusion of falling into an endless dark abyss.

Patriarch Styx's hairs stood on end after being stared at, and beads of sweat had spread all over his forehead at some point. He leaned towards Kunpeng beside him and muttered in a low voice.

"Fellow Taoist Kunpeng, why do I feel...the place is full of murderous intent?"

"It seems that it is still aimed at us, this is extremely unfriendly to us..."

Kunpeng naturally also felt the inexplicable stare of death, but as a generation of demon masters, he naturally couldn't be persuaded, otherwise how would he stand up in the demon world and the prehistoric world in the future?

"Illusion, illusion, it's all illusion. One of us is a demon master, and the other is Patriarch Styx, both of us are people with status. How could anyone dare to attack us?"

Kunpeng whispered to Patriarch Styx next to him, comforting himself.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Zhen Yuanzi flew towards them and attacked them.

From the moment the two of them came in, Zhen Yuanzi caught a glimpse of Kunpeng—his friend-killer and enemy!

If Kunpeng hadn't murdered his friend Hongyun back then, how could his friend have disappeared in this prehistoric world?

Although it was because of his friend's kindness that Kunpeng lost his qualification to be a disciple of Hongjun's ancestor, but the second sage of the West was also at fault, so why did he chase after his friend Hongyun?

Is this the only measure for a dignified demon master?

It has been so many years, and he has been chasing after his old friend!

Thanks to him, his good friend Hong Yun died tragically under his hands in the end, and he could not live in peace!

And that damn ancestor Styx was also involved in this matter.

If he hadn't helped Kunpeng deal with Hongyun together, how could his old friend's strength not defeat a stinky bird? !

Fortunately, the people who killed his old friend were all gathered.

Thinking of the tragic death of Hongyun's old friend by their hands, Zhen Yuanzi was furious, and his chest was filled with endless anger.

This damn Kunpeng, this damn ancestor Styx!

Dare to kill his old friend?

Then he will make the two of them pay for their lives!

Zhen Yuanzi flew to the front of Kunpeng and the ancestors of Minghe, and cast the Qiankun spell in his sleeve with lightning speed, and shot out a swift and violent Qiankun air ball.

The Qiankun air mass came towards Kunpeng and Minghe Patriarch's shop with a powerful Qiankun breath.

In desperation, Kunpeng flapped his wings hastily, setting off a gust of wind, leading the ancestor Minghe to escape Zhen Yuanzi's fatal blow.

The Qiankun air mass directly brushed past them and hit the ground, smashing a big hole in the ground.

Kunpeng couldn't help turning his eyes cold, his face turned extremely ugly.

"My fellow daoist, you actually engaged in a sneak attack? If you want to do it, just do a good fight. Is it really good to not talk about martial arts like this?"

Unexpectedly, Kunpeng's words aroused Zhen Yuanzi's anger even more.

This stinky bird is also worthy of mentioning Wude with him?

What happened to his sneak attack?

This stinky bird was two against one back then!

If he hadn't summoned Patriarch Styx to join him, how could his friend Hong Yun end up in such a miserable end?

Thinking of this, endless anger filled Zhen Yuanzi's chest, so angry that he raised his hand again, wanting to strike them again.

Seeing this, Hou Tu immediately spoke to stop it.

"Fellow Daoist, no!"

After all, Kunpeng and Minghe Patriarch were prominent figures in the prehistoric world. If Zhen Yuanzi really injured or killed them, it would bring him many unnecessary karma.

Right and wrong are not taboo in this prehistoric world, but cause and effect are the most taboo!

For the sake of fellow Taoists, she had no choice but to speak out to stop his behavior.

Zhen Yuanzi was taken aback when he heard that, his hand was frozen in the air for a long time, and finally, considering Houtu's face, he chose to withdraw his hand obediently.

After all, this is the site of fellow daoists, and everything is still based on fellow daoists, and listen to fellow daoists.

Fellow Daoist has only just taken office, and he still needs to build up his prestige.

Although he really wanted to give Kunpeng and Patriarch Minghe a hammer at this moment, hammer them to pieces, and avenge his friend Hongyun.

But considering fellow daoist's face and prestige, he still chose to be patient.

This time they are lucky, let them go!

Zhen Yuanzi waved his sleeves angrily, turned around and sat back in his seat.

But Kunpeng and Patriarch Minghe didn't think so. They thought that Zhenyuanzi was afraid of them, so he didn't dare to attack them.

Thinking of this, the gloom on Kunpeng's face swept away, and he couldn't help but sneered, as if you couldn't get used to me and couldn't get rid of me.

"Houtu empress, as the mother of the earth, is this how you treat guests?"