Yuan Futu was very familiar with this chaotic luster, because there was one hidden in his body. At this moment, his heart couldn't help but trembled, and he whispered: "Chaos Spiritual Treasure. (...No pop-up window to read)"
The stream of chaos was very fast, and was about to disappear into this world. Demon King Qiye snorted coldly, raised his arms, and the extremely powerful orange-red demon power rolled and swept away, as if weaving a sky.
The earth wraps that stream of light in it.
"You have sealed me for 100,000 years. It's time to settle this debt!"
Qiye pulled on the orange-red one, and his arms suddenly tightened, and the muscles on them were wrinkled, as if there was infinite strength, and the smell of collapse contained in the energy became more and more intense, covering the sky and the sun.
"What a powerful force. If we talk about destructive power alone, the demon power is worthy of being the first. Even the thunder skills and demonic energy are slightly inferior." Yuan Futu was a little worried. He let such a top powerhouse out.
He didn't know what the world would be like in the future, but he had no regrets at all. Before worrying about anything, he had to make sure he was alive.
The color of the chaos became darker and darker in the endless orange-red waves, like a fish struggling in fishing. It didn't take long for it to lose its strength. Qiye took the opportunity to pull Ju, and suddenly grabbed it with his right hand. The chaos was suddenly held in his hand.
When the palm of my hand opened again, an ancient pagoda appeared.
The pagoda seemed to be only about a foot high, but it was extremely delicate and detailed. It was filled with chaotic material, exuding a mysterious meaning from ancient times.
"Are you planning to take him away?" Yuan Futu asked.
Qiye sneered, "It has imprisoned me for a hundred thousand years, and now it is used by me. Of course, do you also want a share of the pie?"
"Will you give it to me?" Yuan Futu asked tentatively.
Qiye shook his head seriously, "Of course not, but you saved me after all, so I will take you out even if I risk my life. This is the deal we made before, but in addition, I can also give you a treasure."
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As he spoke, he brushed his palm in front of his face, and an obscure talisman suddenly appeared, glowing with orange-red demonic power.
"What's this?"
Qiye said: "This is a compulsory skill book for our demon clan. It is called "Demon Code". It is a fifth-level skill book. If you can develop demon power, it will help you become a first-class master in the imperial court.
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Yuan Futu frowned and felt that the rune was suddenly imprinted in his mind, which was difficult to erase. It seemed that it was Qiye's method again. He said in a deep voice: "How do you know that I can derive demonic power?"
"You possess the Chaos Spiritual Treasure. Since you have the power of Chaos, what can't be derived from it?" Qiye seemed to know the Chaos Spiritual Treasure very well.
Boom!
The night gradually dimmed, black cracks appeared on the bloody crescent moon, and the entire sandy land was shaking violently.
"The Demon Locking Tower has been conquered by me. This world has lost its support and is about to collapse. Let's leave soon." Qiye looked at the scenery outside with an excited smile on his lips. Before Yuan Futu could answer,
Then he flew out and rushed out.
At this moment, all the Shushan disciples guarding here turned pale, raised their heads, and kept moving back, feeling a harsh groan coming from the ground.
"The Lock...The Demon Lock Tower is about to collapse!" A disciple screamed.
Xuan Ming's expression was solemn, and he saw that this ancient tower that had existed for 100,000 years was mottled with cracks, and the bricks and tiles were all broken into pieces. They fell from a high altitude. On the top of the tower, a very deep crack burst out, rapidly from top to bottom.
Extended, when it fell to the bottom of the tower, it suddenly made a loud sound of thunder and explosion.
Boom!
The Demon Locking Tower seemed to be split in half by the power of heaven's punishment, slowly falling towards both sides, and the Demon Forbidden Formation was also shaken out, and was crushed into pieces.
At the same time, two figures rushed out.
The cold rain splashed on Qiye's fair face, making him feel extremely excited. Feeling the humid air here and the howling wind blowing in his face, he couldn't help but smile up to the sky, feeling extremely excited.
"That...that's?!" Xuan Ming looked at the red-haired man with a red upper body, his face full of confusion.
escape!
Now Yuan Futu only had this thought in his mind. He had already held the Swift Wind Seal in his hand, but just when he was about to activate it, a silver sword cut through the void and came to him in an instant.
This sword looks simple and unpretentious, but the power contained in it is enough to kill Yuan Futu thousands of times. This is definitely not something that a practitioner of his level can resist.
Yuan Futu retreated quickly. There was no other way. He knew that any defensive measures would be useless.
But the sword seemed to have spiritual consciousness, as if it could judge the trajectory of his movement, and it just followed him like a shadow.
clang!
With an unusual sonorous sound, the seemingly weak fist fell and actually knocked the silver sword away.
Qiye took two steps back, his face became paler, he turned his head and looked at the old man in ragged clothes, and said solemnly: "In the middle stage of transformation, his cultivation level is not weak."
Yuan Futu noticed that Qiye's hands were trembling. It was obvious that it was difficult for him to resist the sword, and he said, "Can you hold on?"
Qiye said casually: "After being soaked in potion for a hundred thousand years, my current strength is only one or two percent of what it was at its peak, so it is a bit difficult to deal with these guys."
Yuan Futu's heart suddenly tightened and he said: "In short, the most important thing is to escape. Your grudges with Shushan can be discussed in the future!"
"Don't worry, I'm not stupid enough to fight with my life as soon as I'm released." Qiye took a deep breath, and his whole body suddenly burned with orange flames.
Yuan Futu also raised the Zhuhuang Sword, looked down at the surroundings, and found that there were at least a hundred Shushan elite disciples surrounding him, including many powerful men of Xuan Ming's level.
Is this really possible to escape?
Yuan Futu was also frightened in his heart, but looking back at Qiye, the demon king who had been imprisoned for a hundred thousand years did not care at all, and still had a sneer on his face as if he was sure of victory.
Elder Xuanyuan took back the silver ancient sword and held it in his withered old hand, and said solemnly: "I am lucky enough to see the last great demon in the world. It is worth it."
"I'm afraid you will regret it."
Elder Xuanyuan shook his head, "I won't let you leave."
"Do you have such strength?"
"What if there are two people in the middle stage of returning to the gods?" Suddenly, a light yellow shadow appeared on the left side of Elder Xuanyuan, and it was Elder Ye of Shushan.
When Yao Ye saw this, he couldn't help scratching his head and said with a smile: "This is a bit difficult to handle."