Eight hundred and seventieth chapters stand as a devil
The darkness was so dark that there was no light at all. The scene before Zhuo Wen's eyes at this moment was such a void of darkness.
The figure of Qing Emperor gradually appeared in front of Zhuo Wen. At this moment, Qing Emperor was high up, looking down at Zhuo Wen, his eyes were full of indifference and arrogance. Perhaps in Qing Emperor's eyes, Zhuo Wen at this moment was no different from an ant.
"Qing Emperor! What did you do to Xiao Hei? Where is this?" Zhuo Wen stared at Qing Emperor above with cold eyes.
Qing Emperor smiled, his smile full of mockery: "You are just a weak person now, and the weak must have the consciousness of the weak! The weak are born to obey the strong, do you, an ant, have the right to ask this emperor questions?
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"That's too much!"
Zhuo Wen's eyes were cold, he stepped on the sole of his foot and flew directly towards Qing Emperor, punching out with his right hand, intending to kill Qing Emperor.
Whoosh!
However, when Zhuo Wen's fist was about to touch Qingdi, he found that his punch seemed to hit the air, and Qingdi disappeared in the darkness instantly.
"Zhuowen! You are too weak. With such a weak strength, what qualifications do you have to compete with Qing Emperor? How do you have the qualifications to be compared with Qing Emperor! In Qing Emperor's eyes, you are just a valuable ant."
A low voice came from the depths of the darkness, resounding around like an echo, repeated and resounding.
"Who is pretending?"
Zhuo Wen's hair stood on end. He didn't even sense where the sound came from, as if the sound appeared inexplicably in the darkness.
Bah!
A pair of blood pupils appeared in the darkness in front of Zhuo Wen. These blood pupils were filled with bloodthirsty and killing intent. Zhuo Wen glanced at it and felt restless inside.
"Blood Demon?"
Forcibly suppressing the restlessness in his heart, Zhuo Wen narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice.
"Jie Jie! It is this demon. The reason why Qing Emperor can treat you like this is mainly because you are weak and weak. Do you still want to endure the feeling of being powerless just now? You also have to suffer from Qing Emperor.
A situation where he is being held hostage but he does nothing?" A pair of bloody eyes stared at Zhuo Wendao quietly.
"The Qing Emperor is in the Imperial Realm, and I am only in the Supreme Realm, so it is natural that I am weaker than him! Can you give me the strength to defeat the Qing Emperor?" Zhuo Wen said with a rather wary look.
Although he had reached an agreement with the Blood Demon before, the agreement was just a verbal agreement and did not have any restrictions at all.
The blood demon is an ancient holy-level demon, an extremely cunning and terrifying creature, so Zhuo Wen is naturally wary of it.
"Hey! Why not? As long as you open all the bronze coffins and let this demon out, this demon will be able to help you kill the Qing Emperor. The Qing Emperor is just a second-level emperor, and this demon can kill him with just a wave of his hand.
He obliterates."
"Zhuowen! As long as you let me out, I can save you and help you kill the Qing Emperor. What do you think?"
Xue Tong stared at Zhuo Wen closely, his voice full of persuasion.
Zhuo Wen smiled and said indifferently: "Blood Demon! Do you really regard me as a three-year-old child? If I let you out, with your strength, I am afraid that you will not deal with Qingdi, but me!"
"Hmph! You are now high in the sky, and you have no defense measures. If you fall down like this, you will definitely die. If you don't have the power of this demon, you will die."
"If you release this demon, then you will still have a glimmer of hope; if you don't, then you will wait for death!" the Blood Demon snorted coldly.
"I don't need to let you out, I can still rely on your strength."
Zhuo Wen looked indifferent. When he turned his right hand, there was actually a blood mark engraved on his palm. This blood mark was very inconspicuous. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't be able to see it at all.
But at this moment, this bloody trace is shining with blood, like a bright light in this dark environment.
"The Seal of Blood? How can you have such a thing? It's impossible..."
The pair of blood pupils hidden in the darkness, after seeing the bloody traces on Zhuo Wen's palms, their pupils contracted and they even retreated.
"Let me see where you are retreating?"
Zhuo Wen sneered and clapped his right hand. The blood seal imprinted on his palm actually burst out with unprecedented blood light. This blood light was like a silk thread, heading straight towards the pair of blood pupils.
This blood light was extremely restrained against the pair of blood pupils. Although the blood demon kept retreating, it was still enveloped by this blood light and turned into a bloody cage to trap the pair of blood pupils.
Whoosh!
With a move of his right hand, the blood pupil trapped in the bloody cage was immediately held in Zhuo Wen's palm.
"Why do you have the Seal of Blood? This thing obviously only exists in this demon's lair. How did you get it?" The blood demon's voice began to sound a little frightened.
"Brother Hantian gave it to me! When Brother Hantian and I broke into your lair, we found the Seal of Blood Succession from a bloody space. Since you were sealed in the bronze coffin by me, Brother Hantian will
Leave this blood seal to me."
"However, I will never use this thing unless it is absolutely necessary! Unfortunately, it has now reached the moment of last resort."
Having said this, Zhuo Wen's voice suddenly became a little low, and his eyes were fixed on the blood that was constantly flashing in his palm.
"I advise you not to use this Seal of Blood indiscriminately! If you are not careful, you will become a demon, and then you will become a big demon who kills people on sight."
"This thing will not be good for you or this demon. This demon promises you that if you release me, I will never take action against you or anyone related to you." The blood demon's voice changed.
Extremely anxious.
Zhuo Wen shook his head and said: "I can't trust you, I only believe in myself, so what if I become a demon? Now I'm at the end of my rope, so why not become a demon for the sake of strength?"
"You madman, once you become a demon, you will not only consume the origin of the demon, but also intensify the consumption of your own life origin. By then, your cultivation and your life will flow away and turn into demonic will. This is not easy at all.
Please.”
The Blood Demon spoke again, this time with a hint of flattery and discussion in his voice.
"Blood Demon! I didn't expect you to be afraid?"
Zhuo Wen suddenly laughed, his laughter was so crazy that he was at the end of his rope. Why didn't Zhuo Wen dare to fight?
At this moment, Zhuo Wen only has the belief in survival in his heart. He cannot die and is not allowed to die. This is not because Zhuo Wen is greedy for life and afraid of death, but because of Mu Chenxue.
The cold poison in Mu Chenxue's body is too powerful, and he only has less than three years left, and Zhuo Wen has a way to fuse the heavenly fire. This heavenly fire can save Mu Chenxue and help Mu Chenxue extend his life.
The cold poison in Mu Chenxue's body has not been cured yet, and the sky fire has not yet been successfully fused, so how can he, Zhuo Wen, die?
For this reason, it doesn't matter if he turns into a demon. Zhuo Wen must go to Jia Shen Academy and bring Tianhuo to find Mu Chenxue. Even if he turns into a demon, he still has to complete this knot.
"Isn't it terrible to become a demon instantly?"
After saying this lightly, Zhuo Wen squeezed his palm fiercely, and the bloody cage in his palm and the pair of blood pupils were crushed by Zhuo Wen at the same time.
"Zhuowen, you will regret it. How dare you treat this demon like this, you damn human being!"
The blood demon's voice became smaller and smaller, and eventually became inaudible. Soon Zhuo Wen discovered that the surrounding darkness gradually faded away, and was replaced by a scarlet blood shroud, and the dark world turned into a bloody area.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
In the bloody area, the blood energy transformed from countless resentments turned into thousands of strands, pouring into Zhuo Wen's body like a sea containing hundreds of rivers.
The terrifying and negative emotions in the resentment filled Zhuo Wen's mind, causing countless unsightly, hell-like scenes and pictures to appear in Zhuo Wen's mind.
These pictures are the memories of countless resentments during his lifetime, and they are all extremely resentful and ugly memories.
"For the sake of strength, I, Zhuo Wen, am willing to become a demon right away!"
He shouted to the sky, and for a moment, countless resentments poured into Zhuo Wen's body. At this moment, Zhuo Wen's eyes were filled with countless blood-red colors.
This blood-red color is extremely ferocious and terrifying, as if it is not like human eyes. It is filled with too much killing, resentment and bloodthirsty. All the negative emotions in the world are all reflected in these blood-colored pupils.
These resentments are the terrifying negative forces accumulated in the body due to the endless killings caused by the Blood Demon in ancient times. They are also the source of the Blood Demon's power.
Now that Zhuo Wen is absorbing these negative energies so unscrupulously, he is actually absorbing the power of the blood demon, and the blood demon is pressed to death by Zhuo Wen's blood successor seal. He can only watch Zhuo Wen pour out his power continuously.
Absorb the past.
At this moment, everyone in the outside world is focusing on the Qing Emperor and the Black Dragon. At this moment, countless bloody runes have completely wrapped Xiao Hei's huge dragon body of several thousand feet, and Xiao Hei is getting weaker and weaker. From the beginning
He struggled so hard that he was motionless now, as if he had resigned to his fate.
The color on Qingdi's face became more and more intense, and his eyes were full of passion. Finally, this powerful dragon soul was about to become his possession.
Boom!
A thunderous sound sounded, and Zhuo Wen's figure finally hit the ground completely, stirring up dense dust and spreading all over everyone's field of vision.
"If he fell from a height of 10,000 meters, Zhuo Wen would be dead."
Because of this loud noise, the eyes of many people around him fell on the place where Zhuo Wen fell. Although everyone knew that Zhuo Wen would definitely die, they still wanted to see clearly Zhuo Wen's situation at this moment.
The dust gradually disappeared, and a figure loomed in the diffuse dust, and the crisp footsteps seemed so crisp and loud at this moment, as if these footsteps were stepping on everyone's hearts, tightly grabbing everyone's hearts.
Qingdi frowned slightly, naturally he heard the steady footsteps, and his eyes were full of doubts. He didn't quite believe that Zhuo Wen was still alive and could move around because of this.
Turning around to look, Qingdi's eyes were stunned, because the figure walking out of the dust was none other than Zhuo Wen.
At this moment, Zhuo Wen's body was filled with countless blood, and his eyes were filled with fierce blood...