C5 Pill Furnace

If he wanted to survive on the battlefield, he would need to strengthen his body from both the outside and the inside.

Jiang Feng, who knew nothing about fighting, naturally didn't think about those killing techniques. Instead, he pulled Yang Qiu towards the foot of the mountain.

"What are we doing? This is where the Ancestral Gods and the Daoists are fighting. We are lesser demons now, so those Daoists shouldn't spare us just because we're human. Would they secretly shoot us down?" Yang Qiu said timidly as he refused to go down the mountain.

Jiang Feng did not expect Yang Qiu to be so cowardly, it seems like he is a weak person, even if his body suffers from Demonic Strength, he wouldn't become a bloodthirsty demon.

"We must take this risk. Otherwise, if we don't get shot to death by those arrows today, we will be hacked to death by those Dao disciples in the future." Jiang Feng said resolutely.

"Then... Then you go, I'll watch over you so that the other little monsters won't disturb us. " Yang Qiu stuttered.

Jiang Feng had no choice but to climb down the mountain and search for something in the most smelly battlefield.

The mosquitoes continued to bite the rotten meat. This situation was enough to make a normal person vomit, but it did not affect Jiang Feng in the slightest. After going through the stimulation from the Demonic Strength, Jiang Feng's mental state had become unusually tenacious.

The figure of a lesser demon advanced with great difficulty across the battlefield. It looked so small and lonely, the people of Jingluo Sect completely ignored Jiang Feng's existence. No one shot an arrow, and no one wanted to stage a single lesser demon scene.

Jiang Feng's hands dug in the rotten mud mixed with flesh and blood from time to time, rummaging through the skeletons. He was completely focused on finding weapons that could improve his lethality and armors that could protect his safety.

After searching for a few hours on the carpet, Jiang Feng couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. It was expected that he wouldn't be able to find the refined armor, but he couldn't find any decent weapons.

Just as Jiang Feng was hesitating about whether he should risk his life to search for the direction of the battlefield below Jingluo Sect, or go back to the top of the mountain, he felt a pain under his feet, as if something had ruthlessly pricked him.

Jiang Feng raised his right foot and found that his toes were bleeding profusely. A deep wound nearly broke his big toe.

Jiang Feng was happy instead of surprised. He carefully groped around in the mud, and when he got up again, there was an unremarkable dagger in his hand.

The dagger wiped a few times on Jiang Feng's leather skirt, revealing a shiny blade with a sharp blade. Jiang Feng finally revealed a satisfied smile.

Returning to the mountaintop, Jiang Feng found that Yang Qiu, who should have been keeping watch for him, had fallen asleep against a boulder.

After waking Yang Qiu up, Jiang Feng took out the hard-won dagger and said lightly, "You should hide this dagger at your waist to protect yourself. Wooden sticks feel like these weapons are used to scare people."

Yang Qiu quickly took the dagger and waved it in his hand for a while. Feeling its sharpness, he happily said, "My physique is weak, so I do need a dagger. Thank you, Jiang Feng."

"You're welcome, we're friends." Jiang Feng also revealed a bright smile.

Looking at Jiang Feng's smile that revealed shell like teeth, bright and white, Yang Qiu said with a bit of jealousy, "When you smile, you hate the charm."

"It's not like we're women. What's so charming about smiling? Right now, we're just lesser demons. We don't even know how long we'll live." Jiang Feng smiled bitterly.

"It's time for dinner!" A thick voice echoed in the air, followed by the high-pitched sound of a bull's horn.

Jiang Feng looked towards the top of the mountain and saw a black mass of at least a thousand lesser demons galloping down the mountain. In their hands were thick wooden sticks and they formed a formation halfway up the mountain as they stared at the Jingluo Sect camp at the foot of the mountain.

Jiang Feng was familiar with the classic battle examples of ancient countries and knew that the most tiring and relaxing moment for the soldiers was when they ate. Without the corresponding troops to protect them, they would suffer heavy casualties if they were attacked and robbed by the enemy.

"It seems that the battle between the Ancestral Gods and the Nine Sects is similar to the war between the two countries. A terrifying existence like the Demon King would not interfere." Jiang Feng muttered in his heart.

"What are you blanking out for? It's time for dinner. We're done. There's not even any soup left." Yang Qiu pulled Jiang Feng and ran up the hill.

On the way from Mount Kun to Ding Mountain, the vast amount of lesser demons were like barks in the wind, unable to eat a good meal. They could only rely on the wild game they ate during their rest times to satisfy their appetite, and after filling their stomachs, they were finally able to feast heartily.

Ever since his 365 acupoints were stimulated by the Demonic Strength, his stomach had always been empty, but he rarely showed any feeling of hunger. It was as if he had successfully cultivated the Fasting Wonder Technique that only the gods in the Book of Holies could understand, not eating the smoke, drinking the sunlight, eating the sunset, and living a carefree life.

Returning from a fantasy, Jiang Feng looked down at his tattered, leather skirt, dirty leather armor, and the wooden stick in his hand. With a sigh, he followed Yang Qiu up the mountain.

Jiang Feng and Yang Qiu were obviously not the first group of lesser demons to reach the top of the mountain. Even though it was not the first wave, they were still shocked by the giant cauldron on the top of the mountain.

This pot took up more than half of the mountain's platform. If several hundred of lesser demons were thrown inside, it would barely be able to level the pot. This caused everyone to be flabbergasted.

Below the huge pot, there was a cross shaped iron rope supporting it. The most peculiar thing was that the fuel emitting the heat was not the branches of the cedar cedar, but rather a huge piece of fiery red rock.

This kind of rock was like solidified volcanic magma, spitting out astonishing light and heat, burning the bottom of the big pot until it was red, and the overflowing heat turned into billowing waves of heat that forced the lesser demons to continuously retreat.

A little demon was anxious to eat a big meal as it foolishly rushed towards the large pot. It was carelessly caught off guard by the fiery heat wave and fell into the rocks, burning to the point where not even dregs remained.

"Everyone, pay attention to the order. Our cauldron has a small reputation within the entire Ancestral God Demon Mountain, and only my Ding Mountain is able to provide the delicacies within the Flaming Cloud Stone, which will gradually dissipate after an hour has passed. Before your big meal, I need to introduce myself, I am the leader of the Ding Mountain, the Flying Sky Manticore. You can call me Commander Shi.

Amidst the heat waves of the fire, a winged lion was floating in the air. Its tail was as thick as a steel bar, and its forked end was shaped like a scorpion pincer. It was an unspeakably strange creature.