Deep in the holy formation, the Demon King stood in the air, staring at Ronggu who was completely bound by black chains, his face full of lust.
Although the Demon King looks quite embarrassed, compared with Ronggu, he is nothing worth mentioning.
Ronggu's physical body almost collapsed, and was covered with dense cracks. Blood as hot as magma continuously overflowed from the cracks on the body surface, and the hooks at the end of the black chains pierced all the key acupuncture points of Ronggu's body.
And below Ronggu, the corpses of the Nether Clan were piled up into a mountain.
Netherworld King Fulong paid a huge price this time, and finally severely damaged Ronggu and bound him.
Although he was very sad for the dead tribesmen, Fulong had no regrets because all the sacrifices were worth it.
"Dark God, Yue Hui, Sun Zhuo, it's time to start making sacrifices!"
Fulong read three names in succession, and then three strange figures walked out of the void.
These three figures look similar to humans. The only difference is that their skin is dark purple, and their eyebrows have corresponding marks.
These three people are two men and one woman. They look very young in appearance, but in fact they have lived for countless years and are the top strong men in the Nether Clan.
The Dark God is a man with an aquiline nose, a dark wolf-shaped mark between his eyebrows, and strange ink-like eyes, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling.
Yue Hui is a charming-looking woman with a crescent moon mark between her eyebrows. She has an excellent figure. If her skin was not exposed and was dark purple, she would definitely be a standard beauty among the human race.
Rizhuo is a burly young man with a big sun mark between his eyebrows. His whole person is full of fierce temperament and his eyes are as blazing as fire.
The three of them all nodded to Fu Long and immediately swept out, hovering in three directions around Ronggu.
Fulong took one step forward and filled the only gap between the three of them, which was right in front of Ronggu.
"Ronggu, you didn't expect that you stayed here to deal with the demon clan! But you didn't expect that you would fall into the hands of my Netherworld clan. How do you feel?"
Fulong looked at Ronggu who was covered in bruises and had countless chains penetrating his body, and laughed.
Ronggu raised his eyes and glanced at Fulong, then lowered his head and ignored the latter at all.
Now Ronggu has accepted his fate.
He was very aware of his condition. Not only was he severely injured, but the chains that ran through his body also sealed his soul.
Now, even if he wanted to escape from his body, he couldn't do it.
He has no way out.
But Ronggu was still unwilling to give in. He understood that once he was sacrificed, the ancestor of the Netherworld tribe would definitely be born, and then all living beings in the Shenjian Continent would be annihilated.
Ronggu tried to self-destruct, but the chains that penetrated his body sealed all his holy power. Even if he wanted to self-destruct, it would be difficult to do so.
"Let's do it!"
Fulong glanced at the other three people, then immediately stepped out in front of Ronggu, then brought the sword fingers of his right hand together and pointed directly at Ronggu's eyebrows.
Suddenly, a strange purple-black sticky energy surged out from Fulong's fingertips, pouring into the depths of Ronggu's eyebrows.
Dark God, Yue Hui and Ri Zhuo also came close. Dark God turned his hands into claws and grabbed Rong Gu's arms. Yue Hui held Rong Gu's feet, and Ri Zhuo used his right hand to form a palm.
In Ronggu's chest and abdomen.
The three of them also burst out with purple-black viscous energy and poured it into Ronggu's body.
Ronggu let out a shrill scream, and the moment the sticky purple-black energy poured into his body, he felt that his whole body was filled with miserable pain, as if he was being eaten by thousands of ants, and his entire body was filled with pain.
They all seemed to melt.
This kind of severe pain is simply not bearable by ordinary people. Even a strong man like Ronggu, who is at the peak of the first-order Holy Lord, screams because he cannot bear it.
He could easily feel that this purple-black viscous energy was like an invisible hand, rushing deep into the depths of his body, then contaminating the flesh, blood, bones and holy power of his body, and then began to erode the deepest parts of his body.
The origin of.
Ronggu immediately understood that they wanted to refine his origin.
After a while, Ronggu felt dizzy, felt a strong feeling of nausea and vomiting, and then a wave of heat rushed straight to his forehead.
Then, a column of purple-gold air rose from his Heavenly Spirit Cap and shot straight into the sky.
Strangely, the countless black mist directly above Ronggu suddenly changed and condensed into a huge mouth.
The mouth opened in a swallowing motion, sucking in the purple-gold air column that came out of the Ronggu Tianling Cap continuously.
Ronggu's face turned pale, and his whole body started to twitch.
"It's the ancestor, he has already begun to respond to our gifts!"
Fulong looked overjoyed when he saw the big mouth in the sky and laughed loudly.
Dark God, Yue Hui and Rizhuo all had excited smiles on their faces. They finally had the opportunity to witness the resurrection of the Ancestral Land.
As it continued to be absorbed, the big mouth began to become clearer, and then slowly sank, revealing a strange and ferocious face.
By swallowing the origin of Ronggu, the ancestor of the Netherworld tribe is constantly recovering. Originally he only had one mouth, but now he has recovered to the point where he can reveal a complete head.
Ronggu's aura was rapidly weakening, his face was pale and bloodless, and he looked terminally ill.
The origin is the most essential thing of any living being. Once it is absorbed, death is not far away.
Moreover, the ancestor of the Nether Clan swallowed it very quickly. In just a quarter of an hour, nearly half of Ronggu's origin had been sucked away.
At this time, a melodious flute sound came from the outside world. It was extremely penetrating and reverberated throughout the formation.
Nether King Fulong, who was originally paying attention to the huge face in the sky, suddenly changed his expression when he heard the sound of the flute.
His face became ferocious, his eyes changed and flickered, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat, as if he was fighting against something.
The sound of the flute awakened the Demon Emperor's soul deep in the sea of consciousness.
For countless years, the only thing Fu Long has done is to parasitize the Demon Emperor, and then slowly erode the Demon Emperor's spirit, and eventually replace him.
He did indeed do it, but who kind of person is the Demon King? How could he fall so easily?
The demon emperor's soul is very powerful. Even though Fulong spent thousands of years, he still couldn't completely eliminate the demon emperor's soul, so he could only seal the demon emperor's soul.
Originally, the Demon Emperor's spirit was sealed and had always been quiet, as if dead.
But now, the moment the flute sounded, the Demon Emperor's spirit started to move, and it was frantically striking the seal in the sea of consciousness.
"Lord Fulong! What's wrong?"
Yue Hui immediately noticed Fu Long's strange behavior and asked.
"Someone is trying to awaken the Demon Emperor's spirit. Damn it! Who is it?"
Fulong gritted his teeth and screamed, "Go and kill all those who break into the formation!"
As soon as this order was issued, the rest of the surrounding Netherworld clans let out cries of ghosts and howls, and then rushed frantically towards the outer perimeter of the formation, almost overwhelming and spectacular.