The heart of the demon god is equivalent to the second life of the demon king. It took a hundred years to refine and successfully reserved nearly 80% of the power. Now it can help him return to the top and become the top powerhouse in the imperial court.
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"Did you expect this day to happen?" Yuan Futu was shocked by his meticulous planning.
Qiye shook his head, "When I reach the peak of Guishen, even the most powerful people in the imperial court cannot push me to this point. The reason why I need to reserve the heart of the demon god is mostly for the supreme catastrophe I am about to face.
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In terms of strength, Jiang Bufan, the head of Shushan at that time, did not have an absolute advantage over the Demon King. The reason why he could win was because of the mysterious Chaos Spiritual Treasure.
Thinking of this, Yuan Futu asked: "Where is the Demon Locking Tower?"
"It's still with me, but this Chaos Spiritual Treasure is much more complicated than I imagined. My current state is not enough to completely refine it, so I can only use it reluctantly."
It is very difficult to refine the finished Chaos Spiritual Treasure. In this regard, Yuan Futu, who is fused with the spirit treasure's flesh and blood, has a unique advantage.
Calculating the time, it has been nearly ten years since the Battle of Shushan. Yuan Futu looked at the huge heart of the demon god and felt the majestic demon power gathered inside. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "It's still...
How long will it take?”
"It's just a little bit short." Qiye smiled bitterly, "But before it is completely absorbed, I can't leave here. Even the demon power cannot be easily used. This demon god's heart is more fragile than you think, and there are slight changes.
It will burst, and not only the power inside will be lost, but also what has been absorbed into the body will disappear. The method I used to transport you here is already my limit."
In Yuan Futu's eyes, Qiye was definitely not a simple top powerhouse. Since he could become the Demon King and lead the Demon God Dynasty to dominate the imperial court for so many years, it was not just because of his domineering brute force.
"When I walked into the mysterious realm of monsters, you sensed my existence, and now you took the risk to teleport me here. It must be more than just trying to save me. I want to know what your plan is?"
Yuan Futu asked straightforwardly.
Qiye sighed softly, the smile on his lips still looked bright, and said: "I said that fate is not over yet, so... I would like to ask you to do me a small favor again."
"Why do you think I will help you?" Yuan Futu said in a cold tone.
At this moment, Qiye's smile subsided, his expression became solemn, and there was no longer any joke in his eyes, and he said word by word: "I don't know, when that body is destroyed, what will happen to my demon king's body?"
It seems that my fate has been put on hold by that old monk. As long as he finds this place, I will definitely die. But just when I was desperate, I discovered your existence. This hope is very slim, but it is better than nothing."
It seems that in his eyes, Yuan Futu's strength is still too weak, but the only good thing is that he is not too weak to affect the overall situation, because he knows very well that the person in front of him also has a Chaos Spiritual Treasure hidden in his body, so
There are endless possibilities.
"What do you want me to help you with?"
The demon king was silent for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "Save me again!"
As if black lines were hanging down from his forehead, Yuan Futu raised his eyebrows, thinking that this was still a small job, and asking him to fight for his life with the old monk of Six Paths would be ten thousand times more ridiculous than striking an egg against a stone.
However, at this moment, the sound of cracking silk came to my ears. It was extremely subtle, but very clear.
In an instant, it seemed that the surrounding scene was undergoing earth-shaking changes.
In the vast white snow, several extremely deep sword marks suddenly appeared, as if they had been severely scratched by dragon claws, and densely scattered sword marks began to appear in the sky, with endless sharp edges.
The air penetrated the void, making a deafening whistling sound.
On this huge and old blood-colored tree, branches and leaves kept falling off, and the fractures were flat. They were obviously cut by sharp blades, and they fell all over the ground in an instant.
Yuan Futu swallowed the saliva that was stuck in his throat and looked at the sword mark that had covered the sky, which seemed to be a sign of the arrival of a powerful force. Deep in his heart, fear and horror appeared.
His emotions were so intense that his hands began to tremble.
Qiye slowly closed his eyes, sensing the power that penetrated the Demon God Tomb, and said: "What is supposed to come will always come."
"Six Paths Old Monk?" Yuan Futu's eyes widened.
Qiye shook his head and said: "Not as powerful as that old monk, but he is also a master in the realm of gods, a very powerful person."
In the entire imperial court, there were only a handful of practitioners who had reached the realm of returning to the gods. Yuan Futu immediately determined the identity of the person, and his expression was even more astonished.
Qiye lowered his voice, stared at Yuan Futu, and said: "It's just a little bit close. You need to help me hold him off. The longer the better."
The heart of the demon god was trembling very fast, but it was still unclear when the absorption would be completed. Yuan Futu gritted his teeth and said, "It's impossible."
"I promise you that as long as you pass this test, your life and your sect will be recorded in the name of my demon king. As long as I am alive, no one will dare to offend you."
Yuan Futu's expression was ugly. He stared at Qiye's handsome and flawless face, and saw half of a bloody branch falling in front of him with a pop, and he couldn't help but let out a heavy cold snort.
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After spending some time, the leader of Shu Mountain, Yishen, finally arrived at the Tomb of the Demon God.
To be honest, this secret realm is very mysterious. If there were no traces to follow, even the leader of Shushan would not be able to find it easily, so he felt a little strange. From the square to here, he was always pursuing the aura of the Six Paths Old Monk.
, but why did it disappear completely when it arrived here, but instead felt a living demonic power.
Judging from his appearance, he was still the honest little fat man. His plump legs stepped on the soft snow, but they did not collapse as expected. On the contrary, he did not leave any footprints, and he walked miraculously without leaving a trace in the snow.
Yishen put his hands behind his back, his old posture and calm expression were completely inconsistent with his appearance. It seemed that he was too cautious, so his steps were very small and he walked very slowly. His eyes always fell on the extremely eye-catching plant in the distance.
Above the bloody ancient tree, when he took the first step here, he already had half of the sword in his hand.
This fairy weapon is the fundamental reason for the appearance of thousands of sword marks.