Misery mixed in the secluded world to be the devil king

Chapter 34 Shirakawa Linghua's New Body
Inside the Extreme Sky Demon City, the Primordial Demon Monarch looked at the completed formation in front of him.

Wondering if something has changed!

At this time, a sound of footsteps interrupted the original demon king's thoughts.

Looking up, it was Feng Mo walking forward with a radiant face.

"Your injury healed?"

The two met each other when they were young, and they have gone through all kinds of things to come to this day, so there is no need for too much etiquette.

As the sworn brother of the Primordial Demon Monarch, Feng Mo did not realize that the other party was the supreme leader of You Mo.

"The injury has healed a lot! With your help, I have recovered!"

During the speech, Feng Mo was full of vigor and awe-inspiring sword intent, and the Primordial Demon Lord immediately guessed his thoughts.

"You want to seek revenge from the dark truth, and end the grudges of the past?"

His mind was broken, Feng Mo no longer concealed it, and immediately said: "Not bad!"

"Yes! Now that your body has been fused, and with the help of this injury, when you heal from the Zhurong Demon Abyss, you can fuse the energy of the magic fire, and your foundation will be greatly improved. There is no pressure to defeat the dark truth. But...!"

Since his resurrection, Fengmo's mind and Mojun's mind are clear, and the two of them know each other well.

Previously, all kinds of missions were for the purpose of delaying, and Feng Mo went to find the time of the dark truth, thinking that the original demon lord wanted to delay himself again.

Feng Mo said bluntly: "I know you are worried about my defeat and death, but this battle is imperative for me. If I fail, please help me take care of Jian Langya!"

This posture of windy wind and easy water cold made the original demon king stunned, and after thinking about it for a while, he realized that Feng Mo had misunderstood him.

"Your girl, take care of yourself!" With a curse, the Primordial Demon Lord said solemnly, "It's easy for you to defeat An Di with your strength, but you need one more thing to kill him!"

"what?"

"Sacred Artifact for Punishing Evil!"

Seeing Feng Mo frowned, Yuan Yuan then explained: "Nie Han forged two holy artifacts that day, one of which is now in the hands of Yun Huizi to help him destroy the Eight Qi Dragon Head, and the other, I got the news, It should be in the hands of no one, no longer a fairy foot, just in the Yunhai Xianmen, you can go find it."

As a swordsman, Feng Mo is confident that the sword in his hand is enough to kill An Di.

But I have already died once, and now I have learned many hidden secrets from the mouth of the demon king.

After repeated wars, the high-level combat power of Youmo's lineage left only the Demon Lord and Fengmo himself.

In Shimolu, although there are still many high-level combat powers sealed in the Youjie, the existence of Moshi makes neither of them dare to use Shimolu easily.

According to the devil's plan, the people in Shi Molu, just in case, get rid of them and make the first book.

After weighing again and again, Feng Mo also knew that his life at this time did not only belong to him, but also belonged to the entire Youmo lineage.

"Okay, I'll go get the sword!"

For Feng Mo's decision, the Primordial Demon Monarch appreciated it very much, and immediately raised his hand and shot out a thunderbolt.

Seeing the Demon Lord make a move, he knew that the opponent would not embarrass him, so Feng Mo did not move, allowing the power of thunder to enter his body.

"The evil-slaying holy energy collides with your ghostly body. This thunderous power can help you control the holy sword. Remember, the meeting in the Valley of the Wind is when you make a move!"

"I will definitely not be absent!"

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In the eternal night theater that has been silent for a long time, since the death of Di Ming, there has been no one here.

Although there are many people from all over the world who come here to hunt for treasures and want to try their luck here, but they can only look back and sigh in disappointment in the face of the protective formation laid down by the underworld.

The furnishings in the main hall are as before, although it has been unoccupied for a long time, it is still as new.

And here, in the center of the theater stage, two wax figures that looked exactly the same stood quietly on the stage.

Although the faces are the same, but the black and white clothes, and the unrestrained and unruly eyes of the one, and the gloomy and hidden eyes of the other, make people realize at a glance that the two wax figures are not the same person.

Suddenly, a pair of unrestrained footsteps slowly stepped onto the long-uninhabited hall, dressed in a relaxed suit, with a flagon hanging from his waist.

The little smoker floated slowly behind him, and it was obvious at a glance that the person who came was the prodigal son.

"This Earth Ming is really narcissistic! Putting the wax figures of yourself and Tianji on the stage, is this for people to appreciate?"

With doubts, the prodigal son came to the wax figure, observed for a while, and found that there was a mystery hidden in the two wax figures.

Feeling the formation runes in it, the prodigal son smiled knowingly.

"Is this what Earth Ming left behind for Tianji?"

With doubts, the prodigal son activated the energy in his body, squeezed the strange curse seal, and instantly two streamers of light rushed into the wax figure!
After watching it for a long time, he seemed to be extremely satisfied with his operation, so the prodigal son nodded.

Walk slowly towards the back of the Eternal Night Theater, towards the Thirteenth Street of Huangquan where Diming used to store scripts.

As a well-known conspirator in a difficult situation, not long ago, he planned to promote the six disasters of blood, causing chaos in the world, and countless people sacrificed their lives.

Such a person is too powerful and has to be treated with caution by the prodigal son.

But although Diming is extremely cautious, the ability of layout is beyond the reach of the prodigal son.

However, Diming has a habit that, in the eyes of the prodigal son, is extremely flawed.

It is to write a script that belongs exclusively to each person who is in his calculation.

Just like writing a diary, there was once a sentence that made the prodigal son think that it was very similar to the situation at this time.

After a long time, the prodigal son left Huangquan Thirteenth Street slowly.

There is only a ray of complaints left, which cannot be dispersed for a long time.

"Who is a serious person who keeps a diary!"

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Looking at the illusory soul body of the figure in front of him in the flagon space, his heart skipped a beat.

"How does death feel? Satisfied?"

Bai Chuan Linghua looked bewildered at this time. When he was in Qishan, he originally thought that he was doomed this time.

Unexpectedly, the curse of the badass still existed, and he woke up again.

Looking at the prodigal son's body on the ground, he asked suspiciously: "It seems that you can't let me go! If that's the case, let me go!"

"Did the Lord say to let you go? You haven't done what you promised!"

"What exactly do you want?"

"Now the evil body that Baqi created for you has disappeared. Your soul is imprisoned in the flowers of the other side. The flowers will not wither, and you will live forever." The prodigal son smiled mysteriously, pointing to the body on the ground and said: "This is the body that Fengmo once had. The body I used for the rebirth was my General of the Ghost Clan in the Nether Realm, and now you are nothing more than a remnant soul, which is just right for you!"

Although the prodigal son's words were good, but Bai Chuan Linghua looked at the body, and the originally illusory soul body was in turmoil.

Just because that body is a man.

"I reject!"

"No, no, no, I didn't give you a choice!"

As soon as the words fell, the prodigal son urged the body to move, and the magic circle around him was activated in an instant, and Bai Chuan Linghua's soul consciousness was forcibly absorbed into the body that had been prepared in the vast white light.

"This is the body of my General from the Nether Realm. When his soul returns from the underworld, I don't want him to see his rotten body. I will wrong you first!"

Muttering to himself, the prodigal son absorbed a portion of the evil power of Baqi from the bottom space, as well as the power of blood darkness that had been saved, and injected it into the body of Bai Chuan Linghua who was being revived.

Satisfied with a smile, he said: "The combination of the power of blood darkness and the evil power of Baqi, Chi Luo must be very happy to see this work of Master!"

(End of this chapter)