A big stick sweeps across the wilderness

Kunpeng.

Even children who cannot speak have heard its name.

It is the teacher of Demon Emperor Jun. Respected as a demon master by the entire demon clan.

At that time, Taoist Hongjun taught the Dharma to the world.

It has a futon.

If he hadn't been robbed of the opportunity by Taoist Zhunti, he would have achieved the status of a saint.

At the end of the Longhan Catastrophe, the two clans of demons and witches fought decisively in Buzhou Mountain.

The ancestral witches blew themselves up one after another. Gonggong knocked Buzhoushan down.

The true spirits of Demon Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi were damaged. When the demon master Kunpeng was seriously injured, he collected Hetu Luoshu and escaped to Beiming.

In that battle, the two clans of demons and witches suffered numerous casualties. The vitality is severely damaged.

The human race has just ushered in its coming day.

When Han Xinshuang heard Jiang Yu's words, she almost thought he was seasick and paranoid: "The demon master Kunpeng? Isn't he in the North Ming Sea? Why did he come to the Endless Sea? It is impossible to deal with small characters like us!"

Jiang Yu also knew that this conjecture was too incredible.

But he surmised from the majestic vitality in all directions. This place is most likely located inside the body of a giant beast.

And such a huge beast...

Jiang Yu swallowed hard. Try to stay calm: "With Kunpeng's magical power, he can go wherever he wants. As for dealing with us... Is there a possibility that it just turns over and clicks its mouth when sleeping?"

Han Xinshuang thought of the mountainous waves and shuddered: "You mean we are...in Kunpeng's belly?"

Jiang Yu's face was full of bitterness: "It's just a guess. This place is at least a hundred miles away. If we are in the belly of a monster, it can only be Kunpeng."

He had used his imagination as far as he could.

But in fact, this is just one of Kunpeng's five stomachs.

The five stomachs are used for storage, fermentation, crushing, decomposition and absorption.

This stomach is where food is stored.

Aragaki Ruoxue did not show any panic, but looked around curiously: "Aren't there fish in the water? And what's going on with this mountain?"

Jiang Yu was a little envious of her ability to withstand stress: "The small fish may be some kind of parasitic species, screening food and cleaning out toxins. Did you see the flowers on the mountain? That is the specialty of Buzhou Mountain - Sha Jingmanhua. I guess, This is a fragment of Mount Buzhou. It was accidentally swallowed by Kunpeng during the decisive battle."

His third uncle participated in that decisive battle.

Jiang Yu grew up listening to the legend of the Long Han Catastrophe.

Knows the details better than many.

Han Xinshuang and Araguan Ruoxue exclaimed at the same time: "Is this Mount Buzhou?"

Jiang Yu shook his head repeatedly: "It's just a fragment of Buzhou Mountain. The real Buzhou Mountain is larger than Youzhou and Bingzhou combined."

Han Xinshuang opened her mouth wide: "Wow, being with Brother Yu is really full of surprises!"

Jiang Yu's face darkened: "What are you lamenting about? It's this time, can you have a sense of urgency?"

Han Xinshuang made a face: "My brain is not working well. Whatever you say is what it is."

Araguan Ruoxue nodded slightly: "I listen to you."

Jiang Yu's chest felt tight.

It would be nice if Fang Yuan was here. At least it can give him some advice.

"That boy... he must be so beautiful in his little life now that his nose is soaked with snot, right?"

Binzhou.

A brutal feast of flesh and blood is taking place in Binhai Village.

More than a dozen Rakshasa wreaked havoc on the villagers.

After eating, they drove the remaining thirty villagers into a corner.

Save it and eat slowly.

The rain has stopped. Stagnant water and blood mixed together. Muddy and slippery.

Rakshasas went around demolishing houses and collecting wood.

At this time, a lazy voice sounded: "Oh... I'm upset on a rainy night. It's a good day to catch up on some sleep. You must give me a reason to go under the knife..."

"Zhengzhengzhengzheng!"

Several thin lines of fire flashed past.

The Rakshasa who was about to rush into the house paused. All four arms left the body.

"Gulu, Gulu?"

As soon as it opened its mouth to call for its companions, a long knife shot out of the room.

Pierce both heads directly.

Fang Yuan staggered out of the house.

Dirty and sloppy, smelling of alcohol.

He stepped on the Rakshasa's face and pulled out the long knife. Shock the blue blood off the knife.

The desperate villagers looked at him for help as if they were seeing a savior.

This homeless man who calls himself "Mo" came here half a month ago.

Neither socializing with others nor producing.

Drink all day long to get drunk.

The village chief saw that he was generous and did not cause trouble. Simply let him stay.

He is actually a master.

Fang Yuan burped and looked at the two Rakshasa rushing towards him. Shaking his head vigorously: "Huh? Why do these blue-skinned people look familiar? It makes me feel..."

Rakshasa had already rushed in front of him and raised his hand to grab him.

It turned out to be empty.

Fang Yuan appeared behind the two Rakshasa like teleportation. He staggered and continued walking forward without looking back.

"Crackling" several soft sounds.

The two Rakshasa's arms and legs were cut off at the root. Scattered all over the floor.

It was only then that Fang Yuan said the second half of the sentence: "The urge to chop it into pieces."

This scene shocked the Rakshasa and the villagers.

"Help, help us!"

The village chief was the first to come to his senses and shouted heartbreakingly: "Mo, our village has never treated you badly. Help us!"

Before he finished speaking, a tall Rakshasa grabbed his legs and lifted him up.

He hit Fang Yuan like a stick.

Fang Yuan said with drunken eyes, "Wrong, that's not how the stick is used!"

"Zhengzhengzheng..."

Several soft sounds.

The village chief and Rakshasa were chopped into pieces.

The bright red and blue blood were mixed together, like two incompatible inks.

"It doesn't look good!"

Fang Yuan stiffened his tongue and felt a little disgusted.

"Gulu! Guru!"

The remaining Rakshasa glanced at each other and rushed towards Fang Yuan together.

"Drunk... drunk with swords and fire... drink, bah!" Fang Yuan spat on the ground in a vulgar manner.

There is no hint of mastery.

But when he encountered the siege of Rakshasa, he could always stagger out of the way.

Occasionally, if the sword is drawn, an arm or leg will be chopped off and fly out.

In less than ten breaths, the rushing Rakshasa fell to the ground.

He just had his hands and feet chopped off.

A strong life force does not die so easily.

There was only one Rakshasa who escaped from the battle and was burned into cokes by the rose-red fireball.

The strange wailing sound is like a delicious appetizer. Fang Yuan took off the wine gourd and took a few sips happily.

Staggering towards the surviving villagers.

The villagers have been frightened by his sharp knife skills.

Fang Yuan pointed at the fat butcher and said, "You are short of a pound of meat every time you sell meat. Damn it!"

"puff!"

The butcher turned into a headless corpse before he could explain himself.

Angry-eyed heads rolled into the crowd. It immediately caused an exclamation.

Fang Yuan twitched the corners of his mouth nervously, and pointed the knife at the owner of the wine shop: "Did you mix water into the wine, or water into the water? You don't do that in business."

The boss's crotch was already wet, and he knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "I understand my mistake! I will change it, and I will never add water to the wine again! Your wine is free, free!"

"puff!"

Another headless corpse appeared on the field.

"Forget it, let someone else sell the bar." Fang Yuan turned to look at the crowd.

The crowd huddled together in horror. More frightened than when facing Rakshasa.

Fang Yuan pointed the knife at a village woman: "You, give way."

The village woman rolled her eyes and fainted. A thin girl hiding behind her was revealed.

The girl has fair skin and a pretty face.

Seeing Fang Yuan looking at her, he tried to hide back.

But the people around him had already stepped aside far away. Someone even pushed her behind her.

Fang Yuan thrust the knife into the ground and sat directly on the muddy ground: "Come and serve me."

"what?"

The girl's face changed drastically: "Who will save me? I...I'm afraid!"

Fang Yuan chuckled: "Very good! I just like the way you are scared. Keep it up, don't reveal your secret!"

Only then did the villagers realize that the girl was not from their village at all.

How could a place like this raise such a beautiful woman?

Fang Yuan waved to the girl again: "Come, Xiaotao. Come here!"

The girl was shaking all over, looking like she was about to cry: "My name is not Xiaotao, please. Let me go."

"No, your name is Xiao Tao!" Fang Yuan's smile became more evil: "Keep your humiliating look and serve me!"

"I……"

"Hurry up, or I will really kill you!"

In the end, the two of them did something unsightly in the mud in front of the survivors.

The corpses everywhere and the wails of Rakshasa gave Fang Yuan a perverted pleasure.

Half an hour later, the girl let out a high-pitched cry.

But then, raging flames burned within her body.

Fang Yuan pushed the girl aside.

Watching her indifferently as she struggled in the flames. There was no emotion in his tone: "Didn't I keep you humiliated? Who asked you to scream?"

"Jie Jie Jie..."

A high-pitched laugh came from far and near. With a low and hoarse voice: "Let me see, what kind of resentment attracts me here?"

Fang Yuan put on his clothes unhurriedly and glanced sideways: "What are you?"

"Me? I am you! Your inner demon. I come here to satisfy your desires." As he spoke, a looming figure emerged.

He looked exactly like Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan hooked his fingers with interest, without showing any signs of surprise: "Come, let me see what my inner demon is like."

The shadow that claimed to be the inner demon floated over with a smile on its face.

But Fang Yuan grabbed its neck.

The inner demon was shocked: "No! How could you touch me? I am your inner demon!"

Fang Yuan's hands were covered with a layer of rose-red flames, and his eyes were full of contempt: "Demons? Haha, since the heart is a demon, it does not ask for help from outside. What are you doing here?"

After saying that, the flames burst out.

"what!"

The demon screamed in pain: "You, you are the demon, you are the real demon..."

"call……"

Huge flames shot up into the sky and turned into ashes in a matter of seconds.