Ling Luo couldn't imagine how powerful the Dark Lord in its heyday could be to destroy the world.
The demonic fierce storm finally stopped.
Ling Luo was finally able to switch gears, removed her arm that was blocking her eyes, and saw the scene in front of her clearly.
On top of the tall and majestic Earth Demon Altar, her husband, dressed in black, looked like a proud demon god.
Xuanyuan Yu straightened his back, his eyes like black holes staring scorchingly at the picture of the Demonic Emperor.
He heard this name from the mouth of some earth demon.
Yes, he can understand what those earth demons and flying earth demons are saying.
He didn't know why he could hear that obscure ancient magic language, but he just understood it.
Picture of the Demonic Emperor!
As the name suggests, what hangs above the dark demonic river in the scroll must be his Demonic Blade Wantian.
There is a very strong spiritual connection between him and Wang Tian.
He couldn't help but stretched out a hand and gently touched the picture of the Demonic Emperor.
His hand touched the black magic river, and surprisingly, he felt the water flowing through his hand.
This made Xuanyuan Yu immediately realize that there was another cave in this painting, and it could even be said to be an independent void.
Immediately afterwards, he took his right hand out of the dark demonic river and touched the demonic blade Wutian.
The Demon Blade Wantian in the painting seemed to be alive, moving slightly.
Xuanyuan Yu was shocked.
Subconsciously, he reached his hand deeper, and saw that his hand penetrated a barrier, and ripples appeared on the surface of the scroll.
Then, he felt himself holding a knife.
It is the hilt of Demon Blade Wantian.
Xuanyuan Yu's eyes burst out with a sharp magical light, and the corners of his lips raised an evil arc.
What a real touch.
Although it is not physical.
What is inside the scroll is the spirit of Demon Blade Wantian.
It is what is commonly called the spirit of an instrument. It has autonomous consciousness and is a living life!
Although the broken blade he used in reality was physical, he always felt that something was missing.
What was missing from the Wutian that was taken away by Jue He was not only the broken half of the blade, but more importantly the spirit.
What is sealed in this picture of the Demonic Emperor is the soul of the Demonic Emperor, the truly upright weapon spirit.
Xuanyuan Yu didn't have time to think about why Wangtian's weapon spirit appeared here. He was so excited that he lost his ability to think.
With a wave of his palm, the picture of the Demonic Emperor fell into his palm.
He bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood onto the scroll. The blood penetrated deeply into the Black Water Demonic River and the Soul of Wantian, and was sucked away completely.
Immediately afterwards, he felt that the depth of his soul was synchronized with the picture of the Demonic Emperor.
"Owner."
A very nice girl's voice came out from the Demonic Emperor's Plan.
Xuanyuan Yu couldn't help but feel shaken, his eyes were bright, and he looked into the scroll. The black magic blade was flashing, emitting the light of fireflies.
"Are you...Wantian?"
"Yes, Xiaotian has been waiting for you here for three thousand years, and is looking forward to your return all the time."
The girl's voice is light and soft, like an oriole emerging from the valley. It is refreshing and makes the pores of the listener's body feel comfortable.