"Have killed 39,000 demonic cultivators. Today, I will be promoted. I will use them as fuel for my body and as my sustenance!"
In the realm of Demon Dao, in the Palace of the Corpse King of the Demon Dao sect, which has become more and more powerful in recent years, the newly promoted Great Demon Lord suddenly opened his eyes.
In his dim eyes, he could only see a boundless purgatory, where endless demons and ghosts were struggling and roaring, and endless monsters were wandering around the land covered with lava and fire.
He was sent to the realm of the demonic realm to bring disaster to the demonic realm. The demonic cultivators he killed could allow him to obtain good deeds from the Book of Heaven in return, but it was more than that. Every demonic cultivator, even flesh and blood, Feng Bingwen
Nothing is wasted.
With the magic method as the core, he opened up a blessed land, or purgatory. After all, the harsh environment had nothing to do with blessing, and he was the only one who benefited.
Those demon cultivators who died under his hands naturally became the resources and accumulation for the expansion of that party's purgatory.
When he raised his cultivation level to the Dongxuan realm in the Demonic Way, even though he was recognized by the sect and had a superior status, he did not stop killing the demonic cultivators.
Of course, superficial excuses are still needed, and such behavior has also created some other effects, such as greatly increasing the power of the corpse king's palace in his sect. However, Feng Bingwen doesn't care. Whoever he kills is not killed anyway.
Yeah, as long as it's a demonic practice.
"It would be nice if I could delay it for a little longer. I recently found out about the old devil's retreat. Unfortunately, the main body is about to recall me now. It's an advantage for the old devil. But I'll write it down for now.
After the promotion is over, the same goes for letting the main body come over to harvest."
As soon as the thought fell, Feng Bingwen, the incarnation of the demonic path, immediately took a step forward. The void collapsed in front of him, and a sinluo avenue made of ghostly demonic fire and endless bones was paved in front of him, running through the infinity.
Void.
And when this incarnation of Feng Bingwen stepped onto the Senluo Avenue, he could feel that at that moment, several eyes fell on him, but these eyes were quickly retracted.
Because his behavior is so unusual. He, the newly promoted Great Demon Lord, has been like this for the past few years. He runs out every once in a while, and when he comes back, his aura will be overbearing.
What he did was well known to the old demons who were cultivating in the demon sect. Although it was stated on the surface that everyone should not kill each other, in fact, no matter who they were, they all had their own
Attribution of power.
As a member of the Corpse King's Palace, he constantly hunts and kills other powerful demons to enhance his own strength. In the eyes of the powerful demons, what is enhanced is the power of their sect, and everyone can benefit, so there is no
What do people say?
Of course, the most important thing is that Feng Bingwen’s hunting behavior has not caused any disasters, let alone other people, so he can get the acquiescence of the old devil of the same sect. Otherwise, he would have been killed long ago.
How could he be so active after being suppressed?
Therefore, Feng Bingwen's trip did not attract any attention at all. He easily left the sect and went straight to the location of Taishang Dao.
It is impossible to enter the Supreme Way without guidance or permission, but the connection between the body and the incarnation naturally does not have these obstacles.
In just three days, Feng Bingwen passed through an imperceptible curtain and entered the Taishang Immortal Sect with its misty immortality. The moment he entered, Feng Bingwen felt it instantly, which is hard to describe and immeasurable.
eyes fell on him.
He didn't know how many beings were looking at him, because he just felt as if his body was about to collapse, explode, or be directly annihilated into nothingness at that moment.
He knew that this was definitely not an illusion, because the foundation of his incarnation was wrong. If the existence that cast its gaze had not noticed his core essence in an instant, the moment he came in, he would have disappeared and evaporated on the spot.
“Funny little guy!”
"Ah!"
"interesting!"
An indistinguishable voice rang in his ears, and then the many glances that almost caused his incarnation to collapse disappeared. All the pressure disappeared, and Feng Bingwen's incarnation regained its ability to move.
"It's still too different!"
After personally feeling the pressure brought by the existence of a higher realm, Feng Bingwen took another step forward. When he appeared, he immediately saw a young Taoist facing him, nodding and smiling. It was him, and his eyes were
Looking down, I saw thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and extraordinary splendor.
"let's start!"
"Um!"
As soon as he said this to himself, Feng Bingwen's demonic incarnation began to turn into a red meteor, falling towards the bottom of the earth, but no one could see this meteor except Feng Bingwen, the master.
Under his gaze, the demonic incarnation was like a phantom, sinking into the earth. When it came into contact with the earth, it did not cause any damage and sank directly into it.
Rumble!
And when this incarnation sank under the earth, there was a roar like the roar of the earth, echoing in this vast blessed land. Chaos surged at its borders, and large tracts of land were destroyed by a tyrannical force.
It has been opened up, and the scope it has opened up is unprecedented.
Such changes caused a commotion among all the creatures living in the blessed land, but after some panic, they calmed down, because similar movements often occur, but this time it is more intense.
It's just that below what these creatures can't see, a layer of hell soil is beginning to take shape, and after this layer of desolate and exhausted hell soil has just expanded to the point where it is equal to the area of the blessed land, another layer of hell soil begins to emerge further below it.
It's just more desolate and more lonely.
Layer after layer!
However, the further down you go, the purgatory that emerges becomes more and more deserted. It seems that the accumulated power is not enough. When it reaches the ninth level, it is no longer able to continue and stops evolving.
"To say that I have failed at the last moment is to say that I don't realize it. It's still far away, but being able to evolve to the ninth level is enough for me to go further. The rest will be accumulated in the future, and it will be enough for further evolution."
Feng Bingwen was grateful for the changes at the lowest level of Blessed Land, smiled, and didn't care at all. Don't even think about getting it right in one step. He didn't have the accumulation, so he would just take his time in the future.
And at this moment, his eyes were looking from below to the top of the head. The floating fairy island suspended in the sky pillar, which he disguised as the Thirty-three Immortal Heavens, suddenly happened under his gaze, something that had never happened before.
The three fairy islands at the bottom burst out with misty fairy lights...