Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

The figures that disappeared in front of the primordial Demon Lord were obviously not real disappearances, but that he could no longer see them.

After witnessing this strange change, Xianzong Wuming became very interested in the ancient artifact of origin, but not only could he not open it himself, he even couldn't see how Lin Chongyang opened it clearly. He was very itchy. It's not like he didn't have similar methods, but it was the first time he had seen such a weird method after living for so many years.

That's it again.

Does Lin Tianxing know that his kid is so dark?

It's not that it's black and ruthless, it's that it's completely dark inside and out, and the contrast with this face and this body's temperament is a bit scary.

"What's his situation now?" Xianzong Wuming looked at the primitive demon king who had fallen into a cognitive barrier, and asked the people around him.

Lin Chongyang's face was calm: "The potential of the whole body is completely stimulated by the ancient artifacts of origin, but because the primordial spirit is a new student, there is less accumulation. When he completes the deficiency, he will be able to embark on the road of four passes in time."

The words that came out were neither too fast nor too slow, showing calmness, as if stepping on the four-pass road, in his opinion, it was a very simple matter.

In fact, Lin Chongyang can only judge after seeing the results.

As he said in Beihai Lingzhou and Xianzong Wuming, borrowing the Primordial Netherworld was mainly for an experiment, and the follow-up plan could only be launched after the experiment was successful. This was a trial, not a catastrophe.

Xian Zong Wuming withdrew his gaze, did not hide his curiosity, and asked straight to the point, "What is the ancient artifact of origin?"

"The crystal source of strange consciousness from Jiuluntian, plus the source of some of the evil karma of all beings, and a drop of blood essence from me." Because of the different paths, Lin Chongyang's quality is naturally different.

The corner of Xianzhu Wuming's eyes twitched slightly when he got the answer: "A drop?"

"A lot."

"The demon lord is a corpse channeler, what about the others?"

"Dead people can only psychicize corpses. Unless the living people die in battle, they will basically have no effect except for their potential to be developed. At most, they will be given some recognition by this power of the same origin."

The so-called recognition is not only benefited from strange knowledge, Lin Dajianhuang already has many similar methods.

After hearing the words, Xianzong Wuming understood: "That's right, Youjie is already in a weak position. If you continue to fight among yourself, it will make it difficult for your plan to be fully successful."

at this time.

"The eyes you left behind."

As soon as the words fell, I saw an out-of-limit magic power detonated in the distance, and the magnificent magic energy impacted the four fields. As far as the eye could see, it was the cocoon infinite that had been completely reborn, and its body was completely invisible.

A pair of pupils glowed with purple light, and the whole body was surrounded by silver light, and there seemed to be golden rain overflowing between the brows, which looked extremely sacred.

It is the pupil of Moshi, or the eye of the future, that is officially awakened.

"Compared to the original demon king as a tool, this face is the masterpiece of the original master. Infinity, let the original master see your limit."

The Fairy Zong Wumingyu who spoke with a smile, those eyes, he has no plans to take them back for the time being, and he is even curious about how far Infinity can go with these eyes in the future, and whether it will amaze him.

As the origin of all demons in the Netherworld, he naturally has the confidence and arrogance as a creator, and he is not at all worried that he will play off.

Throughout Jun Xuanyuan's life, there was only one word of caution.

Even if all the demons in the Nether Realm are irradiated by the ancient artifact of origin, it is still difficult to escape the influence and control of the origin. This is the tragedy of being a creation.

Lin Chongyang moved away from Unlimited, and looked at the burly figure with surging demonic energy beside him: "The Ten Thousand Demons Shocking Seat is not bad."

The supreme magic power was lifted and condensed to form a symbol of the source of despair, the beginning of destruction, the Lord of Eternal Death, Mo Heitian, after being irradiated by the brilliance of the ancient artifacts of origin, he stimulated his potential and successfully pushed Mo Heitian to the top A whole new level, turning into Heitian Demon God.

It represents Wanmo Jingzuo's escape from "Magic Heitian".

"But it's just not bad." Xianzong Wuming just glanced at it, then turned to look at the other side of the phantom that came out of the cocoon from Luo Yao's sin: "After the disadvantages of the Cocoon Clan are solved, they will be a good source of troops."

"The calamity spreads all over the world, and the decree sends six misfortunes and seven killings; disasters permeate the ancient and modern, and dominates the eight disasters and the nine evils alone. One demon throughout the ages, the master against the sky."

After being irradiated by the ancient artifacts of origin, everything that happened on this land was reflected in the eyes of the two, observing the transformation process and the experimental results obtained after the transformation was completed.

"Did you deliberately keep these flaws back then?" Lin Chongyang also turned his gaze to the specter that announced its existence to the world.

"The purpose of the original master has been achieved, why waste effort?"

The saint race is a species that came from the Demon City of the Western Earth. It is not the creation of the origin of all demons, but it can take on important tasks. Many of the native races in the Netherworld were born from one of his inspirations.

As long as he writes what needs to be done into the underlying genes, he doesn't need to worry about the follow-up matters, just wait for the result.

"Because of your meddling, the original master missed a good show."

At the same time as the words were spoken, the resuscitated Virgin of the Netherworld had stepped out of the Holy Land of Birth, and Xianzong Wuming knew something about the events of the year, even if he couldn't say he knew them in detail, and it could definitely be called a good show.

Lin Chongyang also turned his gaze: "Jiu Ying, I have reserved her life on behalf of my disciple."

"The Nine Limits of Swallowing the World and the Universe created by the original master is not Yi Yu."

"Want to gamble once?"

"How to gamble?" Xianzong Wuming immediately became interested.

"Li Jing only learned one piece of "Tai Ah Qiu Shui" from me, and I bet on Jiuying's life and death. Since you are so confident in the unique knowledge you have created, then I bet that Li Jing will kill her by the sword."

Regardless of Fu Zixi's mistakes in the past, if the cause and effect of death disappear, the blood feud carried by the younger generation should naturally be settled by him.

Xianzong Wuming quickly added: "During this period, neither you nor I can help both sides."

With the other party's talent, I'm afraid, with just one glance, the flaws in Jiuying's body have been completely analyzed. He doesn't think that people in Confucianism can copy wrong answers.

"Yes." Lin Chongyang had no objection to this.

"As for the bet this time..." Xianzong Wuming pondered for a while, and decided to show some sincerity: "The blood of the real dragon is produced by the original master."

"Although it is a product purified and tempered by later generations, its value is no less than the Shu Long bone of the Shulong clan. In this case, if you lose in the battle of Li Jing, I will lose you a portion of divine blood."

Lin Chongyang's expression remained calm: "My own."

It can be seen from this that the former principal has full confidence in Yu Li Jing, and the consequences of a piece of blood falling into the hands of Xian Zong Wuming cannot be guessed by ordinary people's thinking.

"Then the bet is settled, the gentleman said."

"Hurry up and whip."

He Tu, who watched the whole process, was speechless. It believed that human beings are really complicated creatures, and they talk in roundabouts.

I only heard that Lin Chongyang continued: "When you were in Beihai Lingzhou earlier, you once said that you could do me a little favor."