The gray-blue icy sun fell towards the huge dead tree, but Song Zheng's eyes suddenly widened because there was a person sitting cross-legged under the dead tree!
No, it should be a demon.
That’s not right, it should be a dead demon!
The dead tree of Yansang is nine hundred feet high, with a root diameter of an astonishing two hundred feet! When it was lush, it must have been a sacred tree with a single tree forming a forest, and maybe it was also qualified for the Golden Crow to rest on it.
The dry tree roots had already protruded from the ground, and the dead demon was sitting cross-legged on a tree root. It had a lion's face and a body, tall and majestic, but its body was broken into countless pieces and was re-sewn with a weird fishing thread. They were together, so their yellow hair and white beard were a little messy. They were filled with deathly aura, and their eyes were closed tightly, as if they were practicing some kind of special magic!
"There is a demon king!" Song Zheng was shocked. This terrifying old demon had obviously been killed by the demon emperor. He saw his death with his own eyes, and his body was given to Jinnan King by the demon emperor. How did he come back from the dead... He is still alive and dead, and he still appears here? He also controls Bingyang and sucks hundreds of miles of soul every day?
The ice sun landed on the dead tree, and the light gradually dimmed. A trace of gray-blue soul power was transmitted along the dry ancient tree to the root of the tree, and then integrated into the body of Dayou Yaozun, helping it speed up. Practice.
As the ice sun "went out", the gloom once again blocked the entire valley, and Song Zheng could not see anything.
But he was able to tell from the glimpse just now that the ancient ruins were of a very high level and were probably the palace of the "Emperor" countless epochs ago!
He smacked his lips, feeling a little pity that the old demon occupied the valley and he couldn't go in to explore. And judging from the state of the demon king just now, its strength is probably not inferior to that when it was alive, and it will definitely become stronger now. His temper became more erratic and irritable.
He knew that he had to find another way to fulfill his solo order, so he quietly descended from the mountain peak and entered the area shrouded in the icy sun before the wild beasts who were hunting wildly in the dark came out.
He quickly searched based on the direction where the last scream came from during the day. He was very sure that there was no danger within a hundred miles.
Sure enough, he quickly found the body of an eighth-level wild worm called the "Ghost Worm". This huge worm was sixty feet long and twenty feet thick, and its whole body was covered with gray-green mucus, like a mountain of flesh. He lay motionless on the ground, with his lower body still under the ground.
It just came from somewhere else and didn't expect to meet this calamity.
Song Zheng seizes the time, opens the small cave world downwards, collects the cockroach worms, and then rushes to the direction of the ninth-level desolate beast without stopping.
In a stone forest, a three-hundred-foot-tall sky-reaching stone peak was broken. Under the shattered and collapsed stone peak, a dragon-headed monitor lizard lay.
It is a weak one among the ninth level, inferior to the rock-armored elephant rhinoceros, but it is also a genuine ninth level! In the process of the beast soul being taken away, it was in unbearable pain, and it broke Shi Feng with its head.
Song Zheng passed by quickly, and when he put his hand down, the small cave world opened up, just like catching fish in a net, and it covered the wild beast and left.
He could still vaguely distinguish an eighth-level desolate beast, dozens of miles away from here. He rushed over all the way, but stopped suddenly when he saw the huge corpse of the desolate beast.
He lurked quietly, then hid his figure in a long piece of grass, and quietly observed.
A group of winged demons have appeared around the eighth-level desolate beast.
Song Zheng was not surprised. This was not the first time that Bingyang had sucked souls. There was quite a movement within a hundred miles. The surrounding monsters must have noticed it.
There are more than 30 winged demons in this group. The leader stands in the sky under the moonlight, spreading a pair of twenty-foot-long wings. The three outermost feathers of the wings have been cultivated into sharp blades, and they are shining and attractive. of cold light.
Song Zheng became more cautious, this was a big demon with a clear vision.
The other winged demons are trying to think of ways to transport this eighth-level desolate beast. They have to transport this huge beast before noon tomorrow. Fortunately, the demon clan itself is powerful, and several winged demons are flying around, burning several demonic sticks. The chain of fire flickered, and the chain automatically entangled the desolate beast. The twelve winged demons with the lowest status grumbled and complained while doing hard work, pulling the desolate beast to fly up with all its strength, led by the clear-sighted winged demon. Leading them, they gradually flew away under the moonlight.
Song Zheng sighed, knowing that he would no longer be able to "pick up bargains" in the future. The Shenjin Mountain was the territory of the demon clan, and he could not compete with other clans alone.
But he didn't stay away. He went out of the range of a hundred miles, found a tree hole and got into it. Then he opened the small cave world and hid in it to rest for the night.
When he woke up the next day, he quietly opened the small cave. A tyrannical force came from outside. Song Zheng's heart tightened. Fortunately, he didn't move much and only opened a crack. Otherwise, he might alert the person. Exists!
Last night, the Winged Demon Department picked up an eighth-level desolate beast for nothing. The news spread hundreds of miles around overnight, and all the departments rushed over.
Song Zheng quietly emerged from the tree hole, hiding among the dense branches and leaves, and looked outside. The icy sun had already risen into the sky, and an unfeelable coldness enveloped a hundred miles.
But Song Zheng felt that this range seemed to have expanded by three miles!
"The old monster is getting stronger!" A thought suddenly occurred to him: Is the Great Demon Lord really unable to move, so he allowed these high-level strong species to be picked up by others, or did he deliberately attract a group of monsters?
The latter one may have made his heart skip a beat, and he vaguely felt that this was the truth! How beneficial could the souls of some desolate beasts be? But the demon clan was different. Most of them had powerful souls and had secret techniques.
Originally, Song Zheng thought that he had practiced the "Ancient God Refining" to be able to withstand the soul-absorbing force of the Ice Sun, but now it seems that if the demon master really activates it, his soul will leave the body immediately.
He secretly wiped a cold sweat, but fortunately he had other plans.
Outside the scope of the ice sun, three camps have been set up overnight. One of the Winged Demons lives on a high mountain not far away, which is the peak where he observed the demon king before.
The second camp is filled with dozens of giant monsters. They have piled hundreds of rocks in a circle in a messy manner, which is considered a camp.
What really makes Song Zheng fearful is that there is a camp of Feitianzhao twenty miles away. In the camp, there is a Heavenly Lord with a destiny. The demon's aura enveloped it for dozens of miles, and unfortunately Song Zheng was among them.
Chapter completed!