Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

It's a little tricky!

He looked away from the Demon Suppressor in the distance.

Zhang Jing's brows couldn't help but frown.

This is how he came to the capital

Although the time is short.

But it was enough for Zhang Jing to figure out the situation of the Demon Division headquarters in Jingcheng City and other forces.

Until then.

Zhang Jingfang realized that his previous thinking was still too simple.

Get to the root of it.

The number of powerful men in the Great Yin Imperial Palace was far beyond his expectation.

In Zhang Jing's perception.

The location of the Calamity Treasure House, the Demonic Headquarters in Jingcheng Town, actually contains three auras that are comparable to the Dharma Realm, and they are not weak in strength.

In the Xingwu Department in the capital, there are also two monks who are comparable to the Dharma Realm.

obviously.

These are the so-called 'king-level' strong men.

besides.

The scariest place is the imperial court.

There are at least twelve king-level beings hidden inside!

Zhang Jing's eyes flashed.

If you want to forcefully enter the treasure house of disaster, you must ensure that you succeed with one blow, and you must do it quickly. Otherwise, if you delay even a little bit, you will be attacked by dozens of kings. By then, whether I can guarantee that I can escape safely will depend on me. There are still two opinions.

and--

He seemed to realize something, and there was a hint of embarrassment in his eyes.

Opening the treasure house of disaster is also a problem!

Not to mention whether he has the ability to force it open.

Even if it can be opened, there is no guarantee that the massive demon cores accumulated in it by the Great Yin Imperial Court Demon Suppression Division for tens of thousands of years, as well as all levels of treacherous objects, will not fall into the turbulent flow of the void.

In general.

It can be said that the difficulty of forcibly taking away the demon core and treacherous objects from the treasure house of the Demon Suppressor is as high as the sky.

And Zhang Jing's other goal of this trip - the Ninety-nine Demon Suppression Tower, is also not that simple.

Now he can't even find the location of the Demon Suppression Tower.

And Zhang Jing didn’t even have to guess.

The location of the Demon Suppression Tower is most likely known only to those king-level beings.

After going around and around, I finally returned to the starting point!

Time passed little by little.

After thinking about it.

A solution that was not a solution suddenly flashed across Zhang Jing's mind.

How about... find a way to catch a living demon and throw it into the Demon Suppression Division?

Nowadays, it is obviously not feasible for the Overlord to forcefully use the bow.

Zhang Jing had to think of some crooked tricks, otherwise how could he 'borrow' the treasure house of disaster from the headquarters of the Demon Suppressing Division?

And a single demon.

No matter how you look at it, they are easier to bully than the large group of king-level monks in this capital city!

The more I think about it, the more feasible it becomes.

By then, the Demon Suppressing Division will definitely be in chaos, and he can take advantage of the troubled waters to fish in troubled waters.

Not to mention--

After a demon is subdued by the Demon Suppressing Division and even other king-level monks in the capital, they will definitely send it to the Demon Suppressing Tower as always.

This way.

The location of the Demon Suppression Tower was naturally exposed to him.

It’s like killing two birds with one stone!

But before that—

Zhang Jing's eyes suddenly became deep, and there was a hint of excitement flashing through them.

You have to personally explore the background of the Demon-Suppressing Division and see how powerful the so-called king of this world really is.

At the same time, he also wanted to see it.

How far can this thick-earth clone of myself go with all its strength?

While thinking.

A series of heavy footsteps suddenly sounded.

He turned his head and saw a nine-foot tall man who was very drunk, stumbling towards him, with a malicious smile in his eyes.

…

…

rustle--

An Guxin followed a man in green robes and carefully walked into a quiet hall.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

A twisted figure hidden in the darkness, with an unclear face, suddenly burst into view.

The terrifying aura emanating from the other party actually made him feel like his mind was at a standstill.

Not yet firm.

An Guxin felt a terrifying gaze fall on him.

An Guxin, right? Tell me how much you know about Feng Wuyu. A voice that seemed to come from Jiuyou suddenly sounded in his ears.

An Guxin's body suddenly trembled, and then he said cautiously:

Reporting to my lord, I only know that the lord is called Feng Wuyu, but I don't know anything else.

Do you know what abilities he has?

This... I don't know this subordinate very well, An Guxin looked timidly at the figure in front of him and said with a fearful expression: To be honest with you, this subordinate is just a small general-level monk. Where can I get a glimpse of what adults are capable of?”

While talking.

However, Zhang Jing's figure flashed subconsciously in his mind, as well as the terrifying yellow fairy light used by the other party when he killed the Butcher Hero.

An Guxin did not intend to tell these things.

After all, the adult can be regarded as the benefactor who avenged his little sister. How can he repay kindness with enmity?

Can't spy? This is easy to handle.

A vicious whisper crawled slowly over the skin.

An Guxin suddenly felt a chill of terror in his head. He came back to his senses and looked forward uncontrollably.

In sight.

The figure's neck suddenly began to lengthen rapidly, and a hideous mouth like a bottomless abyss grew larger and larger, until it finally occupied his entire field of vision.

next moment.

The hall began to reverberate with the creepy sound of chewing, one after another, as if the flesh and blood in the mouth were being ground into powder before stopping.

Two other ferocious demon-like figures suddenly appeared on one side.

King Black Horn, how are you?

One of the figures asked directly, with a hint of curiosity in his words. Another figure looked directly at the Black Horned King who was chewing.

King of Many Eyes, King of Yufeng!

See someone coming.

The Black-Horned King first smiled and said hello, then saw him shake his head and said:

It's confirmed, the amplification effect is far less obvious than that of the Devouring Demon.

Is that so?

The figure who had just asked the question suddenly opened his eyes with strange and greedy eyes, but his tone was extremely calm.

It seems that the mutation that appeared on the human monks a month ago was mainly caused by the demons. Could it be a hint from heaven, asking us to eradicate and devour all the demons and completely usher in the era of the human race?

That's how it should be!

At this time, King Yufeng, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke enthusiastically:

In the past month, we have tested monks of all levels, and the results are generally the same. Whether it is the lowest soldier level, or the king level like us, devouring demons has an increasing effect on improving cultivation. The more terrifying it is. This must be the favor of heaven, and we humans will complete our transformation amidst the mountains of demon corpses and seas of blood, and become the masters of heaven and earth!

And this is the perfect opportunity for us and others in the King realm to break through the barriers and advance to higher-level beings!

The voice fell.

The hall suddenly became extremely silent.

But the atmosphere gradually became heated.

After a long time.

By the way, Heijiao, did you get the information about Feng Wuyu just now?

As if he had just reacted, the excitement on the multi-eyed king's face disappeared, and he turned to look at the other party again and asked softly.

Hear the words.

A look of relaxation suddenly appeared on the face of the Black-Horned King, and he said nonchalantly:

Don't worry, King Duomu. Although this son has a mysterious origin, his strength and means are nothing to worry about. In my opinion, the previous worries are completely unnecessary. Under the noses of so many kings, even if he comes to the capital, I definitely can’t make any waves.”

If that's the case, then I'm relieved.

King Duomu said in relief:

Counting the days, Princess Tiema of the Futu Tribe of the Northern Plains Royal Family and her newlywed consort Zhu Ming should arrive in the capital today. At this time, no accidents must happen to damage the majesty of my Great Yin.

we know.

King Black Horn and King Yufeng said seriously in unison.

However, the words just fell.

As if they suddenly noticed something, the three of them looked outside the hall door in unison.

In sight.

A young figure in a yellow robe appeared quietly, and the surrounding area was shrouded in a dream-like hazy light, making the other person look like he was constantly shuttling between illusion and reality.

But momentarily.

The yellow-robed figure stepped through the door and walked into the main hall as if there was no one else around.

The three adults are the heads of the Demon Suppression Department. I am incompetent and would like to ask for advice. I wonder which one is willing to take action first, or all three of them together?

Zhang Jing asked politely, with a hint of gentleness in his voice.