Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor

"Hurry up!" the bull-headed demon urged impatiently.

Among demons, it is common for the superiors to be impatient, and there is nothing strange about it.

But the more the shopkeeper looked at the Minotaur Demon, the more he thought it was okay. The latter had too many flaws.

After pondering for a moment, the shopkeeper said: "Since His Highness An Zhen wants it, my subordinates naturally don't dare to delay, but there is no need for the Divine Blood Stone. His Highness Zhonglin once ordered that His Highness An Zhen go to any branch of the Blood Moon Chamber of Commerce. There is no charge for purchasing items.”

When he said this, the shopkeeper looked at the ground, but he kept staring at the bull-headed demon from the corner of his eye.

His Highness Zhonglin had indeed given such an order, but His Highness An Zhen had an arrogant personality and would not look down upon His Highness Zhonglin, even if he said something unpleasant, and would not even put any of the descendants of the Holy Clan in his eyes.

She rarely goes to the Blood Moon Merchant Guild to buy items, but every time she makes a purchase, she will pay the corresponding divine blood stone, and she will never get it in vain.

If this bull-headed demon agrees, then he must not be from His Highness An Zhen!

However, what made the shopkeeper frown secretly was that the bull-headed demon verbally rejected him.

"How could His Highness An Zhen be so arrogant that he would miss this divine blood stone from you? If I hadn't happened to be passing by here, I wouldn't have come to your Blood Moon Auction House to buy something. Stop talking nonsense. Just use as many divine blood stones as you need. Bloodstone!"

"Well... then, sir, come with me to get the blood stone first."

The shopkeeper's eyes flashed rapidly, always feeling something fishy, ​​but unable to expose it.

He is a demon king, but in terms of status, he is lower than the bull-headed demon.

He could clearly sense that the power of energy and blood surrounding the bull-headed demon was indeed possessed by the demon clan and was not someone pretending to be one.

While walking, the shopkeeper said: "Sir, my subordinates gave His Highness An Zhen a 'Holy Snow Golden Bough' before. I wonder if His Highness An Zhen has ever used it? With the effectiveness of the Holy Snow Golden Bough, if His Highness An Zhen used it, If so, in terms of Qi and blood cultivation, you will definitely improve!"

"I don't know." The bull-headed demon said.

"I don't know?"

The shopkeeper smiled flatteringly: "My lord, do you not know whether His Highness An Zhen has used the Holy Snow Golden Bough, or do you not know that I have given His Highness An Zhen the Holy Snow Golden Bough?"

"I don't even know." The bull-headed demon said calmly.

This ambiguous answer made the shopkeeper's eyes go cold.

He did not give An Zhen the Golden Bough of Holy Snow. It was an extremely precious item. Let alone An Zhen, even if it was used at the Demon King level, it would be greatly improved and it would be priceless.

Ordinary monsters may not know the existence of the Holy Snow Golden Bough, but if this bull-headed monster is really a personal guard of His Highness An Zhen, he will definitely know something about it.

How can such rare items exist in the Blood Moon Auction House? How could he, the shopkeeper of a mere medium-sized tribe, dare to give it away casually?

Everything finally came to light in this final trial.

The shopkeeper instantly understood that this bull-headed demon was not from His Highness An Zhen!

He is just trying to pull a tiger's skin and pull a big banner!

"Are you afraid that his more than 700 million sacred blood stones will be robbed? So you are using Highness An Zhen as a shield? Otherwise, why would he do this?"

The shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief, his slightly bent body slowly stood up straight, and the power of qi and blood outside his body was also slowly moving.

"What are you doing?" asked the bull-headed demon, and he felt the surge of energy and blood.

"Aren't you a subordinate of His Highness An Zhen?" The shopkeeper turned his head.

The bull-headed demon immediately shouted: "Bold! If you dare to question my identity, are you seeking death?"

"Stop pretending."

The shopkeeper sneered and said: "If you were really a subordinate of His Highness An Zhen, you would definitely know how precious the Holy Snow Golden Bough is. With my status, how can I own it? How dare I give it away casually? You should have questioned me about this matter. , but you said you don’t know, I think you don’t know what the Holy Snow Golden Bough is at all, right?”

The bull-headed demon was slightly startled and sighed in his heart.

After all, he is not from the demon world!

Although a lot of news has been transmitted from the superior star field, after all, the two races have only been communicating with each other for a year. For example, some secret realms, items, etc. in the demon world. If you have not seen them with your own eyes, how can you possibly know them all?

He thought to himself that he had performed well, but in the end his flaws were still exposed.

"The trick of a fox pretending to be a tiger's power, you used it with great proficiency!"

The shopkeeper's sneer became more and more serious, and he shouted fiercely: "Bold maniac! You dare to act wild in our Blood Moon Auction House, and even pretend to be His Highness An Zhen's personal guard. These two crimes are enough to get you ten thousand deaths." all over!"

As the words fell, many figures appeared from all around, surrounding the entire auction house.

Many other demons looked at this scene in surprise, retreated silently, and looked towards here as if watching the excitement.

They had also heard the shopkeeper's loud shout, and they felt really angry and funny.

This bull-headed demon, who is only in the fourth level of the Blood Demon General, is not even a saint. He dares to pretend to be the personal guard of His Highness An Zhen. This is really the courage of a bear and a leopard!

"Don't offend Your Highness An Zhen, kill him!"

"Humph, at the level of Your Highness An Zhen, how can you ask a fourth-blooded demon general like you as a personal guard? That is an insult to her!"

"Cut him into eight pieces so that you can show him to the world!"

"Yes, if we don't deal with it seriously, I'm afraid there will be more and more demons like him, pretending to be the personal guards of His Highnesses!"

"..."

There were sounds of crusade from all around. These monsters spoke righteously, but in fact they were just gloating about their misfortune.

The shopkeeper stared at the bull-headed demon and snorted coldly: "Who are you? To have so many sacred blood stones, you must have some identity. If the truth is told, His Highness An Zhen and His Highness Zhong Lin may still be able to Spare you once!"

When he said this, a strong look of greed flashed in the shopkeeper's eyes.

More than 700 million divine blood stones!

If this bull-headed demon has no background, then after killing it, just taking a little bit of it will be enough for him to have a large amount of wealth.

This kind of thing is really rare, once in a million years is not bad.

"Are you coveting these sacred blood stones of mine?" The bull-headed demon looked around and finally stared at the shopkeeper.

He had a calm expression, and even though he faced so many demons, he was still not afraid.

However, this kind of mediocrity was regarded by the shopkeeper as the evil one.

Not to mention that the bull-headed demon is just a four-blooded demon general. Even if he really has a background, what can he do?

This is the Blood Moon Auction House, which is affiliated to the Blood Moon Chamber of Commerce, and the Blood Moon Chamber of Commerce is affiliated to Jiuyou City!

What is Jiuyou City?

One of the thirteen holy tribes, the top force in the God Realm!

Even if Jiuyou City is put aside, His Highness An Zhen's Shiyao Tribe alone is probably enough to kill this bull-headed monster without a burial place.

Based on this situation, what does the shopkeeper have to fear?