Chapter 80

The head of the black-spotted demon tiger was directly smashed to pieces, and it met its end.

Wei Meng skillfully extracted the demon tiger's crystal core and threw it into a bag in his hand.

"Haha, now I have thirty crystal cores, ten of which are from demon beasts of the Fifth Rank or higher."

Wei Meng shook the bag in his hand, producing a clattering sound.

Zhao Qi said disdainfully, "They are just some low-level demon beast crystal cores that can't even be mentioned in public. Even if you gave them to me, I wouldn't bother to take them."

Everyone was quite disgusted with him, and no one spoke.

No one responded, and Zhao Qi felt embarrassed, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Once we find the Purple Blood Vine, I will use her father's life to threaten her and see if she will submit to me! At that time, all of you can die too!"

In the outer region of the Green Forest Mountains, the Purple Cloud Gorge is considered a relatively inner area. It is an extremely deep and bottomless gorge, extremely dangerous. The demon beasts that appear there are not lacking in Seventh and Eighth Rank existences.

Here, it is still about a hundred miles away from the Purple Cloud Gorge, and the demon beasts that appear are still relatively low-level.

On the way, Chen Feng also witnessed the strength of these few people from the Vajra Gate.

The martial techniques and cultivation methods of the Vajra Gate are somewhat similar to the name of the sect, powerful and mighty, grand and upright.

They are somewhat similar to his Bright Great Seal.

However, he only saw Wei Meng and Su Mian take action. As for Wang Yun and Mu Chunxue, they never had the chance to act. And Zhao Qi, he followed behind with a look of disdain, unwilling to move.

As for Chen Feng, he also never had the chance to act. He was always preempted by Wei Meng and Su Mian.

At this moment, the sound of trees being broken came from the front of the forest, and then a massive figure appeared before everyone.

"This is, a Tyrant Dragon Beast!"

After seeing the figure clearly, Wei Meng and the others all drew a cold breath, their faces showing fear.

Tyrant Dragon Beast, an Eighth Rank demon beast!

Although it has this name, it has nothing to do with the ancient divine dragons of legend. It stands two zhang tall, as large as a two-story building, with a massive head that takes up a third of its body.

The most terrifying weapon of the Tyrant Dragon Beast is its mouth, with a biting force of over 20,000 catties. As long as it is bitten by the Tyrant Dragon Beast, even a Ninth Rank strong person will be bitten into two pieces, dying on the spot!

In addition, the defense of the Tyrant Dragon Beast is also very high, with a body covered in scales like steel plates.

The Tyrant Dragon Beast let out a fierce roar and approached step by step.

Everyone began to retreat.

Hearing the roar of the Tyrant Dragon Beast, they all trembled.

Wei Meng shouted, "We are no match for the Tyrant Dragon Beast; only Zhao Qi can deal with it."

"Zhao Qi, it's up to you," Wang Yun said with a smile.

"Why should I take action?" Zhao Qi crossed his arms and laughed coldly.

"You won't take action?" Everyone was stunned.

"Didn't you want to share the crystal cores with this waste? Didn't you exclude and isolate me because of this waste? Then let this waste take action!"

Zhao Qi laughed, "Isn't my suggestion good?"

Wei Meng said angrily, "Zhao Qi, you are going too far. You are sending Brother Chen to his death!"

Wang Yun pleaded, "Zhao Qi, please, will you take action?"

"Since Wang Yun is begging me, perhaps I can勉强agree. However, if I take action, it's not without a price."

Zhao Qi said lewdly, "Wang Yun, you will have to spend the night with me tonight!"

Everyone was shocked.

Mu Chunxue shouted, "Zhao Qi, you are shameless!"

"I am shameless!" Zhao Qi laughed, "What can you do to me? Huh? All of you together are not my match! Or do you think this waste can deal with me?"

As he spoke, he pointed at Chen Feng.

With this gesture, everyone noticed that Chen Feng was still standing in place, not retreating.

"Haha, this waste, is he scared stiff?" Zhao Qi said mockingly.

Mu Chunxue and Wei Meng shouted anxiously, "Chen Feng, quickly retreat!"

Chen Feng stood in place, took a deep breath, and turned to stare at Zhao Qi, saying coldly, "Watch carefully, who is the real waste!"

At this moment, the Tyrant Dragon Beast roared and pounced from the air.

It didn't even consider this weak human a threat.

Chen Feng let out a long cry, and Wei Meng and the others were shocked to find that the surrounding spiritual energy was rapidly circulating, forming strong winds.

Chen Feng raised his hand, and a six-foot square, bed-sized Immovable King Seal condensed, striking heavily on the Tyrant Dragon Beast's belly.

This was the most vulnerable part of the Tyrant Dragon Beast, with scales for defense, but the scales were thin and not very hard.

The Tyrant Dragon Beast let out a deafening scream and fell heavily to the ground. A large blood hole the size of a table appeared on its belly.

The scales were shattered, the muscles torn, and the white bones and internal organs were exposed.

Chen Feng did not stop, activating the Thunderbolt Sword Technique, and the Autumn Water Sword stabbed into the Tyrant Dragon Beast's wound.

Thunder rumbled in the sky, and in an instant, Chen Feng stabbed hundreds of times, each stab deeply piercing the Tyrant Dragon Beast's wound, completely tearing apart its internal organs.

The Tyrant Dragon Beast let out a mournful cry, convulsed twice, and died directly.