I have been slaying demons in the Demon Slayer Division for thirty years

It is said that there are countless treasures in the Dragon Palace.

Only when Zhou Yi stepped into the Golden Dragon Palace did he realize that this statement was true.

The hall is decorated with carved railings and jade, and exotic flowers and plants. The billowing spiritual mist blows away in one breath, and the ground is actually paved with gold bricks.

Ao Wu led the way and noticed Zhou Yi's movements and did not find it strange.

Sanwu Zhenren's naughty character is also quite famous among the Dragon Palace, especially for his gambling products.

There are four seats on the left, right, front and back of the hall, but the demon clan has a large number of people on the side, occupying the left and right chairs and the second seat on the right.

At this time, the banquet has not officially started, and a group of monsters are gathering, bustling and noisy.

Contrary to the liveliness of the demon clan, the human monks were sparse, with only a dozen or so coming, huddled together at the lower left seat of the banquet hall.

Zhou Yi looked at the top of the palace. The newly promoted Dragon King was sitting behind the desk, with a handsome face and antlers on his forehead.

The new Dragon Lord Ao Jing saw "San Wu" coming in and nodded slightly.

Ao Wu followed the seating arrangement and served Zhou Yi to the first seat in the lower left seat.

In front of each seat, there is a jade table with nothing on it.

"I've met senior Sanwu."

"I've met Master Sanwu."

"I met my uncle..."

The human monks at the table quickly stepped forward to salute Sanwu. One of the Taoists was his disciple and grandson.

These ten or so god-refining monks, whose place of cultivation was close to the Luoshui Dragon Palace, only discovered something was wrong when they were invited to the Dragon Palace. Ao Jing invited many demon kings to the banquet, including demons from outside the realm, but none of the first-grade human monks came.

Meeting Zhou Yi at this time was like meeting a patron.

Zhou Yi was drowsy and asked: "When will the banquet be held?"

Before he finished speaking, there was only a thud.

The turtle demon shouted at the top of his lungs: "Have a banquet——"

As soon as the voice fell, many fish girls, Benji, appeared in the palace, bringing spiritual wine and spiritual fruits to them.

Zhou Yi reached out and grabbed the wine bottle, sniffed it and frowned slightly: "What kind of bad wine is this?"

At this time, Ao Jing raised his glass and stood up, saying loudly: "My father devoted himself to cultivation and pursued the great road, so he passed the throne to me. I swear here that I will lead the Yunzhou Monster Clan..."

Before he could describe his ambition, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, interrupting his words.

Zhou Yi snorted coldly: "Why is your wine better than the old one?"

Ao Jing frowned slightly and explained: "Fellow Taoist Sanwu, this is the immortal wine brewed by my father. The alcohol is too strong and not suitable for human beings to drink, so I only prepare it when I am at the table."

The demon king sitting on the left, with the head of a lion and the body of a lion, laughed when he heard the words, looking extremely happy.

Zhou Yi glanced at him and said, "Where do these people with hair and horns come from?"

"What did you say, old guy?"

The claws of the lion demon suddenly became as big as cattail leaf fans, and slapped Zhou Yi with one claw.

The bright sword light shot up into the sky, cutting off the lion's claws with a stab, and the blood fell to the ground and ignited flames.

Roar--

The lion demon roared in pain, and its body quickly expanded, turning into a giant beast several feet tall, spraying purple divine fire from its mouth.

"Noisy!"

Zhou Yi waved his hand and slashed at will. The sword of his heart struck straight at the soul and penetrated its demonic soul.

"Ouch..."

Amid the shrill screams, the lion demon turned into a ball of flame and disappeared into the palace.

"There's an empty seat here, and it's just right for Pindao."

Zhou Yi sat in the first place on the left. He picked up the half of the front leg left by the lion demon, and wisps of sword light shuttled across the lion's legs.

In an instant, the several-foot-long lion legs were sliced ​​into layers of meat.

The leg bones left behind were as clean as new, without a trace of sword marks, which is enough to know the secret of controlling his sword energy, or maybe he killed too many. Practice makes perfect...

The spiritual fire flashed, the slices of meat as thin as cicada wings turned golden, and the rich aroma spread.

Zhou Yi turned to look at the tiger demon beside him and asked, "Do you want to eat?"

The tiger demon swallowed and spit, stood up and raised his hands to Lord Long: "Master Long, this fairy brew is too strong. I'm not used to it, so I'd better go and sit down at the table!"

Zhou Yi continued to look at the wolf demon behind him.

The wolf demon is very sensible: "Mr. Long, I can't get used to drinking..."

"Long Jun, I'm going to sit down too..."

"Longjun..."

The demon clan on the upper left table is the demon king in the interior of Daqian territory. Faced with the threat of Zhou Yi, they all rolled to the lower table with their tails between their legs.

The purple fire lion ranked first in strength, was canonized by Da Qian as the Mountain God of Fanshan, and was known as the leader of the demon clan on land. However, he was unable to catch two swords and fled in embarrassment.

In a short time, only Zhou Yi was left alone in the upper left seat.

Sitting across from them were many demon kings from outside the realm who had been invited. They were strong and tyrannical, and looked down on the human race by nature. Their eyes were fierce and they wanted to tear Zhou Yi into pieces.

"Everyone, have a drink!"

Ao Jing's face was gloomy and he didn't bother to say more, so he raised his glass and drank it all.

Many demon kings and great demons raised their glasses to celebrate Ao Jing's ascension to the throne of Dragon King.

Zhou Yi drank a cup of fairy brew, and it turned out just as Ao Jing said.

One word, strong!

During the brewing process of Old Dragon King, some kind of immortal material was soaked in it, and the alcoholic smell was difficult to resolve even with magic power.

A ball of flame ignited the internal organs, and the power of monkey wine that had been accumulated in the body exploded, rushing straight into the seven orifices of the soul.

“Good wine!”

There was no one around Zhou Yi, so he simply leaned on the jade table, occupying three positions, holding a wine bottle and pouring it into his mouth.

After finishing a bottle of wine, he waved his hand and took a picture of the wine bottle next to him.

The eighteen pots of fairy wine on the upper left table were all drunk in an instant.

Such a wild and unscrupulous person, all the eyes in the Golden Dragon Palace were fixed on Zhou Yi, both covertly and overtly.

Zhou Yi's eyes were blurry, he shook the wine bottle, threw it away, and it shattered with a clang.

"Come again!"

"Fellow Taoist Sanwu, you are drunk, please go to the back hall to rest!"

Ao Jing tried hard to endure the anger that would tear Sanwu to pieces. Today was supposed to be the highlight of his life. He invited several demon kings to witness it, but it was all ruined by Sanwu.

"I'm drunk, I'm not drunk..."

Zhou Yi's nose twitched and he looked towards the seat opposite following the aroma of wine.

"You, come here and pour me some wine!"

Looking in the direction of her fingertips, she saw a beautiful woman in palace attire, with a golden dragon scale inlaid on her forehead.

Dragon Girl Ao Han.

The daughter of the old Dragon King, with second-grade golden dragon bloodline.

"I……"

Before Ao Han could say anything, terrifying magic power fell from the sky, imprisoning her in place.

Zhou Yi asked drunkenly: "What did you say?"

"I... pour some wine for Senior Sanwu!"

Ao Han felt that this magic power was like the power of heaven. He could crush her with just one thought. He only felt it when his father cast the magic.

The dragon girl obediently held the wine pot, knelt down next to Zhou Yi, poured the wine respectfully and handed it over.

"Wine, wine, beauty, have fun!"

Zhou Yi held the wine glass in one hand and held Long Nu in his arms.

Ao Han subconsciously wanted to resist, but suddenly felt a murderous aura and was so frightened that he went weak.

"There are beauties and wine, but no one is dancing. What a pity!"

Zhou Yi pointed to the opposite side. There was a dragon girl, a fox demon, and a snake spirit.

"You guys, hurry up and dance for me!"

The demon guests present at the banquet are at least third-grade demon kings. The women they transform into are all beautiful and charming.

"Hey - that's too much!"

The Jinpeng Demon King from outside the territory turned into a golden light and clawed at Zhou Yi's head.

"Look for it... die!"

Zhou Yi spoke hesitantly, his eyes overlapped, and he was completely drunk.

Immortals are drunk with wine, and even the body of a demon king only dares to drink it in a small cup.

More than a dozen Jinpeng Demon Kings appeared in front of them, and it was unclear whether they were drunk ghosts or clones of each other with magical powers.

It doesn’t matter, just kill them all!

With a wave of his hand, the sword energy of Yin Yang and Five Elements turned into a raging river, drowning the Jinpeng Demon King.

唳——

What was a roar before was now only half a cry, not even a feather left.

There was an uproar in the Golden Dragon Palace, and the demons changed their colors in shock.

The Jinpeng Demon King comes from an extraterrestrial demon country, and is the direct bloodline of the country's leader. Not to mention his profound background, his strength is already that of a second-grade demon king, and his natural speed is even faster than that of a first-grade demon!

"He ran pretty fast...burp!"

More than a dozen demon illustrations appeared in Zhou Yi's mind, but unfortunately none of them issued rewards. Apparently Jin Peng did not die in the sword energy.

"You guys, why don't you come up and dance?"