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The heart of the demon god is equivalent to the second life of the demon king. It took a hundred years to painstakingly refine it, and successfully stored nearly 773% of its power. Now it can completely help him return to the peak and become the top powerhouse in the royal court. . ()レ.[-]buy.?レ

"Did you expect this day to come?" Yuan Futu was shocked by his meticulous planning.

Qiye shook his head, "When I reached the peak of returning to the gods, even the most powerful people in the imperial court couldn't push me to this point. The reason why I have to reserve the heart of the demon god is mostly for the imminent supreme catastrophe. "

In terms of strength, Jiang Bufan, the head of Shu Mountain, did not have an absolute advantage over the Demon King. The reason why he was able to win was the mysterious Chaos Spirit Treasure.

Thinking of this, Yuan Futu asked: "Where is the Demon Lock Tower?"

"It's still on me, but this chaotic spirit treasure is much more complicated than I imagined. In my current state, it's not enough to completely refine it, so I can only barely use it."

It is very difficult to refine the finished Chaos Lingbao. In this respect, Yuan Futu, who is in harmony with the Lingbao, has a unique advantage.

Calculating the time, it has been nearly ten years since the First Battle of Shushan. Yuan Futu stared at the incomparably huge heart of the demon god and felt the majestic demon power gathered inside. how long?"

"It's only a little short." Qiye smiled wryly, "But before I completely absorb it, I can't leave here, and even the demon power can't be easily used. This demon heart is more fragile than you imagined, with a slight mutation. It will burst, not only will the power inside be lost, but even what has been absorbed into the body will disappear, the means of transporting you here just now is my limit."

In Yuan Futu's eyes, Qiye is definitely not a pure top-notch powerhouse. Since he can become the demon king and lead the demon god dynasty across the imperial court for so many years, it is not only by the tyrannical brute force.

"You sensed my existence when I entered the Mysterious Demon Realm, and now you are taking the risk of sending me here. It must not be as simple as just trying to save me. I would like to know what your plan is?" Yuan Futu asked very straightforwardly.

Qiye sighed softly, the smile on the corner of his mouth still looked a bit bright, and said: "I said, the fate is not over, so... I want to ask you to do me a little favor."

"Why do you think I will help you?" Yuan Futu said in a cold tone.

At this moment, Qiye's smile subsided, his face became serious, and there was no joke in his eyes, and he said word by word: "I don't know, when that physical body is destroyed, my demon king's Fate seems to have been put on hold by that old monk, as long as he finds this place, I will die without a doubt, but when all my thoughts were lost, I discovered your existence, this hope is very slim, but it's better than nothing."

It seemed that in his eyes, Yuan Futu's strength was still too weak, but fortunately, he was not so weak that he could not affect the overall situation, because he knew very well that the person in front of him also had a Chaos Spirit Treasure hidden on him. Then there are endless possibilities.

"What do you want me to help you with?"

The demon king was silent for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "Save me again!"

As if black lines were hanging down from his forehead, Yuan Futu raised his eyebrows, thinking that this is just a small favor, it is ten thousand times more ridiculous than hitting a stone with an egg to fight for his life with the old monk of the Six Paths.

However, at this moment, the sound of tearing silk came from my ear, which was extremely subtle but very clear.

In an instant, it seemed that the surrounding scenes were undergoing earth-shaking changes.

In the vast white snow field, a few extremely deep sword marks suddenly appeared, as if they had been ruthlessly planed by dragon claws, and in the sky, dense and scattered sword marks also began to appear, endless sharp lines Qi pierced through the void, making a deafening whistling sound.

On this huge and old blood-colored ancient tree, branches and leaves kept falling off, and the fracture was smooth, obviously cut by a sharp knife, and fell all over the ground in an instant.

Yuan Futu swallowed the saliva stuck in his throat back into his stomach. Looking at the sword marks that had covered the sky and the sun, it seemed to be a sign of a powerful force coming. Fear and horror appeared in the depths of his heart. so emotional that his hands trembled.

Qiye slowly closed his eyes, sensing the power penetrating into the Demon God's Tomb, and said: "What should come will always come."

"Six Paths Old Monk?" Yuan Futu's eyes widened.

Qiye shook his head and said: "Not as powerful as that old monk, but he is also a master in the realm of returning to the gods, a very powerful person."

In the entire imperial court, there are only a handful of practitioners who have reached the state of returning to the gods. Yuan Futu immediately judged the identity of the person, and his expression was even more shocking.

Qiye lowered his voice, fixed his eyes on Yuan Futu, and said, "It's just a little short, you need to help me hold him back, the longer the better."

The heart of the demon god trembled very quickly, but it was still impossible to determine when the absorption could be completed, Yuan Futu gritted his teeth and said, "It's impossible."

"I promise you, as long as you pass this test, your life and your sect will be recorded in the name of my demon king. As long as I survive for a day, no one will dare to offend you."

Yuan Futu's face was ugly, he stared at Qiye's handsome and flawless face, saw half of the blood-colored branch falling in front of him with a plop, and he couldn't help but let out a heavy cold snort.

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After spending some time, Yishen, the head of Shushan Mountain, finally arrived at the Yaoshen Tomb.

To be honest, this secret place is very mysterious. If there were no traces to follow, even the head of Shushan would not be able to find it easily, so he felt a little strange. From the square to here, he was always looking for the breath of the old monk of the Six Paths , but why has it completely disappeared when it arrives here, but instead perceives a living demon power.

Judging from his appearance, he was still the thick and thick little fat man. His fat legs stepped on the soft snow, but they did not collapse as imagined. On the contrary, he did not leave any footprints, and he stepped on the snow without a trace.

With his hands on his back, his old posture and calm look are completely inconsistent with his appearance. It seems that because he is too cautious, his steps are very small and he walks very slowly. His eyes are always on the extremely eye-catching plant in the distance. On the bloody ancient tree, and when he took the first step here, he already had half of the sword in his hand.

This fairy artifact is the fundamental reason for the appearance of thousands of sword marks.