Chapter 200 Wishful Thinking [3195]

Jiang Ming has always wanted to subdue the Golden-winged Peng King as a fighter who would charge into battle and use him to deal with some ignorant minions in the future.

At first glance, the Golden-winged Peng King is the type who is suitable for taking the lead. Of course, before that, you have to find a way to coax him into the right path and make him willingly serve as your bodyguard.

"what--"

The Golden-Winged Peng King was indeed provoked by Jiang Ming. It was too much. He said so much. It was not like he knew nothing. He had heard of the legends about the six forbidden areas, the seven forbidden areas, and even the eight forbidden areas. It was too much.

Jiang Ming said that he wanted to suppress his realm to the first realm of the Four Extremes Secret Realm, and he, the Golden-Winged Little Peng King, has now perfected the fourth realm of the Four Extremes Secret Realm, so he is confident that he can easily crush him when fighting with him.

Not moving a step, with his hands behind his back, isn't this a perfect way of ignoring the Golden-winged Peng King?

What I clearly meant was that even if someone like you crosses seven small realms, I can still suppress you.

Then you can suppress your realm directly to the secret realm of Taoist Palace!

"Of course, if you feel that I am really bullying you, I can also suppress my realm to the Dao Palace Secret Realm."

Jiang Ming's smile was sunny and bright like a summer flower, which satisfied the Golden-winged Peng King's wish on the spot.

"what--"

The Golden-winged Peng King was completely stimulated and he immediately climbed up from the ground. Golden light flowed on his body, and the minor injuries he had suffered from his aunt were quickly healed.

After all, she is his aunt. It is impossible for her to seriously injure him. At most, she can only cause him some physical pain.

If Jin Ling had not received the inheritance and sworn a great oath not to pass it on to others, she might even have taken out the Demon King Sutra and passed it on to the Golden-Winged Peng King.

It is a pity that the inheritance left by the Green Emperor gave Jin Ling an opportunity, but the Green Emperor was not willing to go too far and spread the inheritance of the Demon Emperor casually. The power left by the Demon Emperor, the Demon Emperor Palace, is the orthodox inheritance of the Demon Emperor Sutra.

Jin Ling stood aside, frowning slightly. She could see that Jiang Ming was deliberately provoking the Golden-winged Peng King. Was he going to beat him on purpose, or was there some other reason?

Moreover, Jiang Ming was too arrogant. Even if he had the combat power of seven forbidden realms, her nephew was at least a genius with the combat power of six forbidden realms. She wanted to suppress him as if he were an ordinary genius, suppressing him by crossing three realms, and with her hands behind her back, not moving a step. This was simply an insult to him.

If one suppresses his realm to the Taoist Palace Secret Realm, he would be treating the Golden-Winged Peng King as an ordinary cultivator.

"I don't need you to suppress it to the Dao Palace Secret Realm. Just do as you said at the beginning. Stand still and watch me teach you how to behave."

The Golden-winged Little Peng King was holding his Great Wilderness Halberd, which was a very special weapon that could be improved with his own cultivation and combat power.

The old Golden-winged Peng King named him Jinpeng, after the name of his clan. This was his greatest expectation for him. Then he passed the ancestral Great Wilderness Halberd to the young Golden-winged Peng King, hoping that he would have victory all the way and embark on the path to becoming an emperor.

However, it was obvious that the old Golden Winged Peng King had miscalculated. Even though this grandson's bloodline had returned to his ancestral home and his potential even surpassed that of his youngest daughter, Jin Ling, his opportunities and character were far inferior.

Jiang Ming was wearing a moon-white robe, standing with his hands behind his back in the starry sky, quietly looking at the golden-winged Peng King behind him.

The dragon's head can be seen but not its tail. Auspicious clouds formed by chaotic energy are everywhere. The red-gold dragon's body is winding and circling, and its scales are shining with a cold metallic luster. The dragon's roar goes straight into the sky, and the stars are swaying in the miles. Its five claws are sharp and can easily distort the void.

On its head, there is a pair of forked red-gold horns, domineering and vigorous, with complex symbols of the Tao flowing in every inch.

Opposite it, seven-colored rays of light flowed, dyeing the surrounding chaotic clouds into seven colors. A graceful, elegant and noble figure soared freely in the sky, like a true phoenix dancing in the sky.

Finally, the True Dragon and the Immortal Phoenix intertwined head and tail, transforming into a Dao diagram that could suppress all the heavens and worlds, and it was imprinted in the void.

Auspicious picture of dragon and phoenix!
It was obvious that Jiang Ming was not prepared to waste any time with the Golden-winged Peng King. A Taoist diagram was enough to suppress him.

One hundred and eight thousand swords!
A pair of golden wings appeared behind the Golden-Winged Peng King. They spread out gently. Above the sky, dense golden sword feathers, as dense as a rainstorm, shot towards Jiang Ming.

However, such an attack, behind Jiang Ming, the light shrouded in seven-colored rays of light dyed the surrounding chaotic clouds into seven colors. A graceful, elegant and noble figure flew freely in the sky, like a true phoenix dancing in the sky.

The phoenix's figure was elegant, and it danced like a petal fluttering in the air. Its tail was like a gorgeous long skirt, swaying and dancing with the wind, and pieces of colorful petals flew out and collided with the arrow feathers, silently burning the arrow feathers into nothingness.

The beautiful petals fluttered in a variety of colors, like a brilliant rain of light, which quickly crushed the attack of the Golden-winged Little Peng King.

"Roar"

The Golden-winged Peng King howled angrily, and the feathers on his body seemed to turn into small golden whirlpools. Those feathers evolved into powerful attacks that could not only be used for defense, but also to quickly recover from consumption. Several layers of golden whirlpools appeared on his body surface, and each one was spinning.

The Golden-winged Little Peng King was not stupid enough to stand still and really fought with Jiang Ming. This man was very dangerous. He had fought with the Holy Son Yaoguang but was unable to do anything to that man, while Jiang Ming was able to chase and kill that man twice. The difference in their strength was obvious.

He admitted that he was not as good as Jiang Ming now, but he always felt that Jiang Ming's cultivation was higher than his, not that Jiang Ming's combat power was higher than his.

The golden wings behind the Golden Winged Xiaopeng King spread out, and the wings were like clouds hanging from the sky, shining with golden light, illuminating the world, as if teleporting. Tianpeng was extremely fast, as if teleporting, waving the Great Wilderness Halberd in his hand, and slashing down at Jiang Ming. Jiang Ming put his hands behind his back, even closed his eyes, and ignored his attack completely. The next moment, the dragon behind Jiang Ming moved, and the dragon's head was not visible, and the auspicious clouds formed by the chaotic energy were dense. The red-gold dragon body was winding and circling, and the scales were shining with a cold metallic luster. The dragon roared straight into the sky, and the stars were swaying in the thousands of miles. The five claws were sharp and could easily distort the void.

On its head, there is a pair of forked red-gold horns, domineering and vigorous, with majestic and magnificent features, and every inch of them is filled with complex symbols of the Great Dao.

A huge dragon claw stretched out, a real dragon claw, and collided with the Great Wilderness Halberd of the Golden Winged Peng King, making a sound of metal colliding, sparks flying, and the Great Wilderness Halberd was raised high and bounced back, hitting the chest of the Golden Winged Peng King. The knuckles of his hands were cracked, and his whole mouth was vomiting blood, and he was blown away.

Immediately afterwards, a picture of a dragon and a phoenix flew out, spinning around as if it had turned into a real treasure map of the avenue, pressing down. No matter how the Golden-Winged Little Peng King roared in anger, and no matter how he struggled and swung the Great Wilderness Halberd in his hand, he was still pressed down from the sky to the ground little by little, and finally, he was pressed directly into a big pit, his clothes torn, his body in a dishevel, blood coming out of his seven orifices, and his eyes dull. If he had not been still breathing, one would have thought he was dead.

"Jin Peng, do you understand now?"

Jiang Ming looked at the Golden-winged Little Peng King, not giving him the chance to doubt his life, and said.

The golden-winged Peng King didn't want to pay any attention to him and continued to pretend to be dead, just like the fat-faced Jia Baoyu who liked to pretend to be hysterical.

"Golden-winged Little Peng King, you are not so humiliated as to lose, are you? Why don't you cry a little and let your aunt hear your aggrieved voice."

Jiang Ming said with a slightly colder tone.

The Golden Winged Little Peng King was extremely angry and looked at Jiang Ming, "What do you want? I lost, and you still want to humiliate me?"

"You should say that a scholar can be killed but not humiliated. Reading more books about the human race can increase your understanding, experience and knowledge."

Jiang Ming's expression remained calm as he spoke.

"Also, why should I insult you? Is there anything about you that deserves my insult? Do you feel a sense of accomplishment when I defeat you?"

Jiang Ming continued coldly.

"You, poof—"

The Golden-winged Little Peng King was so angry at Jiang Ming's sharp words that he spit out three liters of blood.

“Golden-winged Little Peng King, become my follower. Only by following me can you go further in the future. Even if I get the Demon King Sutra, I can pass it on to you.

Your aunt has the Demon King Scripture, but unfortunately, she cannot pass it on to anyone because of the restrictions of the Great Dao Oath. However, I have a way to obtain the Demon King Scripture."

Jiang Ming came to the bottom of the pit, stretched out his hand to the Golden-winged Peng King, and said sincerely.

He likes guys like these who rush in without thinking, like the Holy Son Yaoguang. He actively wants to be Jiang Ming's follower, and Jiang Ming is not at ease with him.

And a big fool like the Golden-winged Peng King is the most suitable to be a subordinate.

The Golden Winged Little Peng King turned his head and closed his eyes, unwilling to pay attention to Jiang Ming. In his heart, he said, "What a wishful thinking. He defeated me once, and you actually want to subdue him. There is still a long way to go. How could he, the Golden Winged Little Peng King, be a follower of others?"

When Jiang Ming heard the Golden Winged Peng King's thoughts, he was speechless. It seemed that the time was not right yet. Perhaps, he had to take Jin Ling as his mount first, so that he could strike a blow to the Golden Winged Peng King's arrogance.

Anyway, there is no rush now. Things like recruiting followers require one to become powerful in the future. That will be the best time. One may need to fight with the ancient royal family, or even embark on an ancient starry road to fight in the future.

"Since you still can't figure it out, don't worry. I haven't got the Demon King Sutra yet. I believe that this day will not be far away. When I, the Demon Emperor Jiang Ming, rule the universe, you will be the number one demon general under me."

Jiang Ming was not angry either. He bent down and pulled the Golden Winged Peng King up. He used the three reincarnations of his soul and the life principles he cultivated, combined with the seventy-two transformations, to evolve the secret healing method he captured from the willow tree vision, and circulated it throughout the Golden Winged Peng King's body, helping him to recover from his injuries quickly.

"Change your clothes, you are exposing yourself."

Jiang Ming patted his shoulder, and the armor turned into broken strips and fell to the ground. Jiang Ming reminded him.

The Golden-winged Peng King was speechless, and soon a new set of golden armor appeared on his body. Then, without saying a word, he flew away into the distance, in the direction of leaving this secret cave.

This time, the Golden-winged Peng King really planned to go back to seclusion for a while, and then come out to avenge his previous humiliation after entering the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm.

Don't think you can tame him this way.

Think beautifully.

How could he, the Golden-winged Peng King, be someone's follower?

With mixed feelings, the Golden-winged Peng King turned into a golden light and left the Green Dragon King's dojo.

At this time, Jin Ling looked at Jiang Ming with an unfriendly look. This boy wanted to accept his nephew as a follower in front of her, and even wanted her to be his mount some time ago.

(End of this chapter)