All realms start from the emperor

Chapter 33 The Forgotten Person

Thinking Cliff and Wugui Cliff are two scenic spots in Dingtian Holy Gate.

But the difference is that Wuguiya is sunny and sunny, and the scenery is very good.

And Siguo Cliff is always ice-cold. In the middle of the cliff, there are rows of prisons made of ice. The ice prisons are covered with dense seal inscriptions and engravings of forbidden demons.

There is no trace of holy power, or even spiritual power, in it.

In the ice prison are not only the disciples who have received severe punishments, but also many demons caught in the depths since the establishment of the Dingtian Holy Gate. Some of them are so powerful that even the previous Ying Hao cannot be eliminated.

Dingtian Holy Sect was formerly known as Dingtian Divine Sect, which was founded by gods in ancient times, but the declining Dingtian Divine Sect in the Middle Ages has disappeared.

Only the cliffs of Siguo and Wugui that no one cared about remained.

After the demise of Shenmen, a disciple of Shenmen fled with the ultimate skills in Shenmen and founded Dingtian Shengmen.

Since the first generation of Holy Masters of the Cauldron Heaven Sect was a strong emperor, none of the subsequent Holy Masters could overcome the bottleneck of the Great Emperor.

It has been in decline until now, until Yinghao took over, Dingtian Shengmen began to look down on Dongzhou, and even Zhongzhou was shocked.

In the outermost ice prison, there is a thin figure.

It was Zhuang Jun who had been imprisoned for eight years. During these eight years, he was unable to cultivate, nor could he improve his spiritual power, but there was a change in the cultivation of his heart.

He no longer believed in the original discipleship of the sect, nor did he believe in his previous master. He began to yearn for freedom and power.

He realized that he was just a pawn of the Lu family, and his existence was only vague.

He figured it out in the fourth year.

In the next four years, his spirit began to be confused.

He began to hear voices that he didn't hear normally.

Like a demon whispering, a ghost whispering.

"what are you waiting for."

"Don't you want to go out?"

"You're such a piece of shit."

"You committed Lone Star, you deserve to be imprisoned for the rest of your life"

"Come with me"

"quick!"

"Give me your body."

"I can take you out."

"quick!"

"you do not believe me"

"You crave power, I know that."

"We can help you"

"We can help you out"

"quick!"

Every day, different voices entered his mind. He was calm at first, but gradually he couldn't stand it anymore, and his mental strength declined greatly.

"enough!"

Zhuang Jun roared.

He woke up suddenly and looked at his hands.

Dirty, turned his head to look at the icicle opposite, his hair had grown to the entire ice prison, his beard had been dragged to the ground, his eyes were bloodshot, and his robe had turned into rags.

He glanced outside at the rotting food.

I haven't eaten anything for a long, long time.

What do you do every day?
Everyone seemed to forget him, and he forgot everyone.

I spent a year in my dream?
two years?

Except for the disciples who deliver food every day, no one comes here at all.

An extreme chill in the depths of the cave began to stretch out its tentacles.

Zhuang Jun found that his head became dizzy again.

But this time.

Will I still wake up?
do not know.

I have been forgotten.

Zhuang Jun fell into a coma again.

But this time, strands of black air emanated from the depths of the ice prison, and strands of black air penetrated into every corner of Zhuang Jun's body.

Zhuang Jun's body quickly lost its temperature and turned into a cold corpse.

"Why did you kill him?"

"If we don't kill him, how can we occupy his body?"

"Are you stupid? How can we use him after killing him? Inducing him is the best way."

"I don't know how many yuanhuis have passed. Our strength is too weak. It will take us longer to control this body after killing him."

"He's not dead yet, his soul is still there."

"This kid is too weak. I guess any one of my three thousand disciples could crush him with one finger."

"Come on, how many of your three thousand disciples are left?"

"You still dare to laugh at me, your twelve disciples are not all dead yet."

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, those old things like us actually boiled our disciples to death."

"No, there are other things in his body."

"what is this!"

Black veins squirmed continuously on Zhuang Jun's skin, and black inscriptions emerged from his mouth and spread to various parts of his body.

"This is the magic source! How could he have such a thing?"

"There's no fuss. They are all old devils. I haven't seen any scenes."

A savage force emerged from Zhuang Jun's body, and Zhuang Jun's body floated into the air. The thick devil energy surged in his body like a black tide, and the ice cubes melted and the vegetation withered where it passed.

When the magic cloud spread outside the prison, it was blocked by a protective formation.

"It's a good thing his spirit hasn't woken up, otherwise he would have swallowed us old things in one go."

"Slip away."

"Such a good opportunity to go out, you just let it go?"

"Life is important. One year is one year."

Zhuang Jun's spirit fell into a strange state.

He seemed to be in a wasteland.

Surrounded by magic lines around her body, the square inch of land under her feet is like a boundless demon world.

In the Demon Realm, there are majestic Black Mountains, thousands of miles of Dead Sea, and pale terracotta.

He leaned against the dead tree and looked at the top of the Black Mountain, where there was a huge specter.

He shouted, "Who are you?"

"This old man is the master of this demon world, who are you, trespassing here, do you know that it is a capital offense?" Demon Shadow said.

Zhuang Jun smiled coldly: "Anyway, I am no different from being dead, and I am dead."

"Your heart is dead."

"I have been here for endless years, waiting for the chosen one, but I didn't expect to wait for such a heartless guy like you."

The magic mist of the magic mountain was surging, and the waves of the Dead Sea around him were turbulent, as if they were expressing the injustice in his heart.

"Well, what do you say, I will stay here and can't get out."

"Can't you get out? Hmph, the old guys outside are still guarding you."

"Old guy? Is it the demon energy that has been tormenting me?"

"How many demonic energy? Hahahaha!"

"Do you know what kind of characters they were before the Ten Yuanhui?"

"I don't know, I don't want to know."

"You can't even chat."

"They are the 72-pillar demon generals who rank among the gods."

"What does that matter to me? You're the one again?"

"I?"

The phantom pondered for a long time.

"I may have been forgotten by the annals of history."

"Boy, it is fate to meet you. This deity gave you a chance. Whether you can get it depends on your ability."

"Hey! Hey!"

When Zhuang Jun called out, his world was spinning, and he felt his spirit return to his body.

A force so strong as to swell burst out from the body.

"I'm so uncomfortable!!!"

"boom!"

A huge shock wave destroyed the entire ice prison.

Before Zhuang Jun had time to look at the sun above his head, he turned into a magic cloud and disappeared on Siguo Cliff in an instant.

At the same time of disappearing, the power of several demon heads was also taken away.

(End of this chapter)