The existence of the Demon Court will make the entire Luzhou a paradise for the demon clan.
Especially driven by Kunpeng, Gui Che, Jiu Ying and other great sages, Luzhou has always been trapped in the Shura field of fighting, so that the creatures that can survive are all brave and good at fighting.
Take the dross and use the essence.
In this way, the demon clan's strength increases day by day.
However, how could the Wu clan, the most ancient enemy, stand still and watch the fire from the other side?
They have retreated to Nanzhanbuzhou to recuperate. Except for Xiang Liu, Xing Tian and other ancient wizards who are still lingering on, almost no new strong ones have emerged.
Because of this, Ji Bu, who was extremely talented, was forcibly sent to Pingxin seat and became an attendant in front of the horse and behind the horse.
The purpose is to use the power and resources of the underworld to cultivate strong men for the Wu clan again.
In comparison, the situation of the demon clan is several times better.
During the calamity, not only did several great saints survive, but even the royal bloodline remained, and iconic treasures like Hetuluoshu never fell into his hands, and Beiming Wangyang, as the last
Lao Lao.
Every time the Demon Court is opened, in just over a hundred years, several demon geniuses emerge from the sky, suppressing the creatures of the same generation and finding it difficult to raise their heads.
Therefore, in order to nip the crisis in the cradle, the Wu clan dispatched digital agents and placed them in Luzhou as internal response. Through the efforts of several Yuanhui, they finally found the flaw.
During the reenactment of the Demon Court, the heaven and earth will automatically breed predatory means, circling the entire Luzhou boundary, stimulating all the heavenly materials and earthly treasures that are touched, and collecting them all as materials to maintain the operation of the Demon Court.
When these plundered resources enter the depths of the Demon Court, they will automatically be attached to the consciousness of Shen Shenjun, and then gradually distributed according to the degree of cherishment.
After the Wu clan discovered this secret, they chose to take advantage of every opportunity.
They took the initiative to throw out a large number of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and were plundered by magic into the Demon Court.
Various deception methods are attached to these materials, which can subtly change the rotation of the entire world, laying the groundwork for the first attack on Beiming.
Looking at the flowing light and the Yaotai Qiong Tower made of pink and jade, Manjusri's mind suddenly came to the scene of the witch clan attacking the secret realm of Demon Court in his previous life.
In order to undermine the morale of the demon clan, the Wu clan sent thirty-two strong men when they first attacked Beiming, and used their magical powers to broadcast the process throughout the ancient sky.
Manjusri vaguely remembered the first few strong men, each with extraordinary bearing, mysteriousness, and great charm mixed with every move.
They activated spells continuously around the Demon Court, and every time the light flashed, tiny holes were torn out around the impregnable secret realm.
And the resources that Manjusri is constantly taking now are the foreshadowings that the Wu clan has accumulated over countless years and sent in through various means.
He walked in the glorious and prosperous Demon Court Treasure House, with brilliant light shining in his palms, and took all the resources arranged by the Witch Clan into his pocket.
As he moved forward, Manjusri could clearly feel that the sun flowing in the sky was becoming hotter and dazzling.
It is always burning, emitting a transparent light of hope, dispersing all the filth in the entire world.
Manjusri raised his head and looked up at the sky with deep eyes.
"I can't go any further. There is something wrong with my bloodline itself. I just need to get some at the edge of the lake. If I go deep into the core of the treasure house, I'm afraid it will awaken the sleeping emperor's consciousness."
Thinking of this, he simply stopped and took out all the resources he had obtained.
These rare treasures slowly emerged in the sky, rotating slowly according to a certain special law, and filled with boundless aura.
Manjusri pinched the treasure seal with his hand, creating infinite brilliance that penetrated into the treasure and built it into a mysterious formation.
Thick white mist steamed up, surrounding Manjusri like sticky tentacles, wrapping him tightly.
In an instant, the entire treasure house was filled with turbulence, and the endless spiritual power of heaven and earth was rolling towards the central area.
The majestic and terrifying coercion suddenly appeared, revealing its coercive eyes in the sky, overlooking all living beings with an absolute kingly attitude.
At the same time, Manjusri took the initiative to close his six senses, fell into a deep sleep, and fell into the treacherous smoke.
Three days later.
He woke up from his deep sleep.
This is unfamiliar territory.
Looking around, there are dazzling fires.
Brilliant red gold flames flowed around the ancient trees that blocked the sky, turning into countless birds and beasts, chasing and playing.
At the root of the giant tree, there was a man with a majestic face, looking at Manjusri with great interest.
He was wearing a gold-plated yellow robe, his eyes flashed, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
When he found that Manjusri had woken up, the man took the initiative and said, "What is your relationship with Lu Ming?"
Manjusri quickly stood up and saluted, and greeted his luggage with great respect: "To the Demon Emperor..."
"No need to be so long-winded..." Di Jun waved his hand disapprovingly.
"Things have changed and people have changed. As we fell into the tide, the glorious era of the demon clan has finally passed. Now I am just a thought. I am no longer the demon emperor back then. You can just call him by his name.
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"Juniors don't dare." Manjusri's eyes were full of respect, but his heart was filled with turmoil.
He never thought that Di Jun's consciousness was still hidden in Beiming's Demon Court!
This strong man can be said to have astonished the entire prehistoric era. In the era of lich calamity, he was a being respected by countless creatures.
He is at the pinnacle of the quasi-sage, and is an eighth-level expert in the path of wisdom and light. With his own powerful courage, he staged the Zhoutian Star Dou Formation, seeking opportunities for countless demon clans to temper their bodies.
Compared with Emperor Jun, the Buddhism created by the two sages of the West who strategized and planned for tens of thousands of years is simply incomparable.
Although several Yuanhui have passed, his deeds and talents still influence the demons of later generations, like the sun star hanging high in the sky, continuing to exude the charm of hope.
Because of this, when Manjusri faced this person, he couldn't help but feel great pressure in his heart.
"Senior, fellow Taoist Lu Ming fell in the western realm and was bound by some strange power. I accidentally helped him escape from the trap, and then..." Manjusri said sincerely.
Di Jun nodded thoughtfully, his eyes full of sadness.
He looked lazily under the giant tree and stopped talking. His eyes were deep as if he was thinking about something.
At this time, Manjusri was like a well-behaved child, sitting beside him and saying nothing.
For such a completely crushed existence, lying is tantamount to taking the initiative to commit suicide. Only by telling the truth can you have a chance to breathe.
The space in this world is extremely small, and even the edges can be seen with the naked eye. The sky is extremely empty, and the sun, moon and stars are nowhere to be seen. Only the giant trees that continue to burn illuminate this world.
The giant tree that covers the sky and the sun stretches its body wantonly, hanging down thousands of red silk ribbons, swaying slightly above the emperor's head.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally sighed.
"Alas, what Taiyi said is indeed right. With the passage of time, the passage of time, and the erosion of time, no matter how glorious the existence is, it will eventually disappear and it will never be able to make waves."
"In the final analysis, we are slaves of heaven and losers in calamity."
Di Jun's voice was full of vicissitudes of life, and he was extremely sad.
Suddenly, he turned his head and said to Manjusri: "This body of yours should have been made from someone else's body."
"Senior said it is absolutely true." Manjusri nodded, took the initiative to separate his soul from his body, and floated in front of Emperor Jun.
"That's it." Di Jun murmured thoughtfully, with a faint smile on his lips.
"Actually, the moment you first entered the Demon Court, you exposed your true identity." After saying that, he pointed at Manjusri's soul.
"You have practiced Lu Ming's Ascension Day by Day. Even though the body is not your own, your soul will be stained with some traces of light. This flaw is not noticeable, but in the eyes of the Golden Crow, it is an extremely dazzling light in the sea." p>
"Because of this, no matter how you disguise yourself, you can't hide your traces. However, you are still destined to Lu Ming, otherwise I would have taken action and crushed you as nourishment."
"Thank you, senior." Manjusri was extremely shocked and quickly bowed to Emperor Jun.
"Xi He once said that meeting each other means destiny. Since you have received Lu Ming's inheritance, as a father, I should express my gratitude."
When Emperor Jun said this, he flicked his fingers, and the surrounding area was instantly filled with flames, precious light transpiring, and the entire giant tree trembled slightly.
As the endless spiritual power of heaven and earth suddenly bloomed, hundreds of bright palace lanterns rose slowly.
These palace lanterns are mysterious and mysterious, with exquisite patterns carved on the surface and colorful fireworks steaming inside.
Viewed from a distance, these palace lanterns gather into a sea, which is quite the scene of the Lantern Festival.
"Among these palace lanterns are the methods of light that I practiced during my lifetime. You can choose any of the three to help you."
Di Jun said loudly, with a rather helpless look in his eyes.
His current situation is like that of King Suddhodana, a clone condensed by the residue of his thoughts.
Although he is the master of this secret realm of the Demon Court, the operation and rules of the entire world are not under his control.
Therefore, being able to choose from three inheritances at will is already the greatest reward for Di Jun.
Manjusri was well aware of the shackles and fetters inside, so he nodded with special gratitude and selected the suitable inheritance among the countless lights.
The three-legged Golden Crow race is naturally the darling of light and flame.
They were born on the Sun Star, a dojo filled with the light of hope, bathed in the waves of the path of fire and the path of light.
Because of this, every three-legged Golden Crow is a strong person who is proficient in these two ways.
The inheritance that Di Jun took out were all the treasures he had learned from several Yuanhui. Not only did they have corresponding annotations, but they also had matching treasures and the seeds of heavenly materials and earthly treasures.
Because they are all high-quality products, I was dazzled by the selection of documents and felt a little overwhelmed.
After half an hour, Manjusri finally finished selecting them.
At this moment, Di Jun spoke again.
"I see that in addition to light path, you are also involved in ikebana. What is the method of arranging flower swords in the sky called?"
"Shocking."
"Yes, the name sounds particularly domineering. Let me see how it works."