Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

No matter how hard it is in the primitive secluded world, the infamy will be borne by the primitive demon king.

As the source of all demons, even if the Nether Realm is now separated by Lin Chongyang with a heavenly abyss, Xianzong Wuming still has a way to smuggle in. No, smuggling is actually not appropriate.

Because these two people and one beast stepped into it openly, Hetu instinctively felt that Beihai Lingzhou was very dangerous, so he chose to come together.

With Xianzong Wuming's ability, returning to this experimental field is like returning to his own home. Could it be possible that he still needs to cover up when returning home?As long as he doesn't want people to find out, no matter how heavily guarded the Netherworld is, they won't be able to find their traces.

Crossing the Black Lake all the way, driving straight in, witnessed the whole process of this land from its heyday, to the troubled spring and autumn, and then to its decline.

Finally arrived at the destination of this trip - Chaos Nine Vaults.

Surrounded by rugged mountains and rocks, the center is an altar. A burly figure bristling with anger is lying in mid-air, with strange forces flowing up and down all over his body, completely preserving his lifeless body.

It was the original demon king who died in the battle of Bi Fangshan in the past.

Although it is lifeless, its awe-inspiring majesty has not diminished at all.

"Is this really a life created by you?" He Tu expressed puzzlement.

On the way, Lin Chongyang had a lot of conversations with Xianzhu Wuming, but he didn't hide it from it, so it knew a lot of information, and it was precisely because of the rich experience from the two that he sent out soul torture.

Obviously, whether it's the nameless or the unknown, it seems quite pleasing to the eye.

How did this outstanding creation directly become like this?

During the period of following Lin Chongyang, Hetu has almost become a half-face control, that is to say, it has not seen any crimes in Beihai Lingzhou, otherwise it is afraid to demonstrate how restless Nine Dragons are on the spot.

Xianzhu Wuming said ruthlessly: "It's just a tool."

"You can clearly see your intentions from the infinite brothers and sisters." Lin Chongyang sized up the original demon king, and said at the same time: "Aren't you going to unseal Ji Meng?"

"No need."

The answer was not unexpected.

"What about you, don't you intend to unseal your former comrades-in-arms?" Xianzong Wuming asked instead, the girl missing on the sword and her demon soul were also sealed in the Shimolu.

The questions got one and the same answer: "It's not necessary."

The corner of Xianzong Wuming's mouth curled up into a meaningful smile: "Shizhu thought that you would treat everyone equally with your character."

"It doesn't matter." Lin Chongyang transformed the ancient artifact of origin, and someone returned it after finding it difficult to open: "I will let you, one of the most outstanding creations in the Netherworld, be the first person."

As the words fell, I saw the gossip box held in my hand slowly lifted into the air, blooming brilliant colors in the inexplicable voice.

That kind of brilliance makes people unable to look directly at it, it is extremely terrifying, and the majesty and majesty even make the primordial spirit explode on the spot. If ordinary people come here, they will die directly just by seeing this power.

Xianzong Wuming squinted his eyes and looked at it. After being activated, it was still made of a material he had never seen before, like jade or some kind of metal.

Nine-colored brilliance flowed on it, sacred and dazzling, completely different from the dark power he had sensed from it before, vaguely, Xianzhu Wuming discovered that the ancient artifact of origin seemed not to be fully opened.

Infinite light and rain poured down like a rosy glow, turning the chaotic nine vaults, which were still full of demonic energy just now, into a pure land.

The mutation didn't just happen in this place, but in the entire Netherworld.

The creatures who saw this scene, regardless of their race or cultivation level, could feel the biting chill and instinctive trembling.

"what is that?"

"I don't know, where is that, how could there be such a holy and terrifying mutation?"

"How could the Chaos Nine Vaults suddenly change?"

"How could this be?! Demon Monarch!"

All the demons in the Nether Realm were shocked, and just as they were about to go to the source to check whether the demon king was in danger, and whether the sleeping Virgin in the Holy Land of Birth was safe, a demon general came to report with fear on his face:
"Report! Report the cocoon, the corpse, the corpse has been resurrected!"

"what!"

"The saint race who died for our world, the cocoon race who died of old age, and the ghost race and spirit race in the tomb of all demons all suddenly got up! And they all seem to be different people!"

The voice of the demon general was trembling with fear, and he was completely missing the arrogance and calmness of the past, which made the ten thousand demons beside Wu Wu frown in shock.

However, before they could react, the sacred rain of light engulfed this primitive secluded world, and the breath of life gushed out. The demons who had died for various reasons climbed out of the burial pit and revived from the dead.

The rotting corpses began to recover, and on their bodies, there were either black blood flowing, or red hair spreading...

This strange phenomenon dissipated only after they completed their recovery.

On the other side, within the Nine Vaults of Chaos as the source, the body of the Demon Lord has undergone astonishing changes after absorbing countless light rains.

Just the rain of light falling on the outside world can revive all demons, not to mention the close contact of the original demon king, the first person appointed by Lin Chongyang and Xianzong Wuming.

His bones, flesh, blood, and veins were dissected inch by inch, crushed, and then reassembled like reincarnation.

Black blood flowed from his eye sockets, one after another red hair emerged from under his skin, white shamans and gray mist swirled around him, and even a few wisps of silver glow could be seen, which was strange and unknown.

At this moment, Wanmo Shiyuan also wanted to complain about the aesthetics of a certain sword emperor.

Losing vitality, at the same time that the body was in a strange state, the heart that had stopped beating started to pump again. Originally, there was no primordial spirit in the demon king.

But under the washing of light and rain, Xianzong Wuming could clearly perceive that a brand new primordial spirit was born there.

The power that conceived this primordial spirit was the dark energy he had sensed from the ancient artifacts. The newborn primordial spirit began to take over this body instinctively. Out of resistance.

When all the strange shapes around him disappeared, the unprecedentedly magnificent demonic energy enveloped the four fields and came out, connecting the world of the original netherworld.

"The sky bows its knees, the earth bows its head, and the world perishes, but a hand;

God can't help, Sheng Wei kills, before the magic wing, it's all a lie. "

The bullying words resounded throughout the world, changing the color of the universe, announcing that the original demon king who had been dead for many years had finally returned from hell and fought against the world again.

The opened ancient artifacts were also closed at this time, and the altar fell on the central altar of the nine domes of chaos. The turmoil ended and the future belonging to the original netherworld had just begun.

"Who are you guys?!"

The Primordial Demon Monarch looked at the three figures in front of him with an unfriendly expression. His memory still remained at the Battle of Bifang Mountain, the continuous flames of war.

The two people in front of him are not easy to get along with, but he has no fear.

"The identity of the original master is not something you should know. Go ahead and do what you should do. If you can surprise the original master, you will naturally be granted the qualification to talk to the original master."

As the plain words came, the already hazy figure became more like a dreamy flower at this moment, as if it never existed. (end of this chapter)