I have become a deity, right? The deity regrets, but I don't

Ling Kongli followed Shen Yi to the meeting hall of the God-forsaken Clan.

As soon as he entered the door, he felt nine vast auras. The source of these auras was examining Ling Kongli with divine thoughts.

This made him very unhappy, and he immediately sacrificed the Killing God Tower to shatter these divine thoughts.

Ling Kongli's domineering attitude made these eight-turn strong men who had been in high positions for a long time stunned.

However, after touching the aura of the Devouring Heaven Demon Art, they did not dare to move.

After all, Ling Kongli was one of the only two people who could lift the Heavenly Dao curse of their clan.

Although they felt offended by Ling Kongli, a junior, and were very unhappy, they still had to swallow their anger because of Ling Kongli's identity as the inheritor of the magic art.

"Are you the inheritor of the contemporary magic art? At such a young age, you have such strength, and you deserve this identity."

Ling Kongli, holding the Killing God Tower, attracted the attention of the tall figure on the first seat of the hall.

His body was covered with dense magic patterns, as if carrying endless vicissitudes of life. The magic patterns danced on his body like black flames, exuding a strange and domineering aura.

His face was covered with magic patterns, which made him look ferocious and old. The wrinkles were like deep ravines carved by the years, and each line seemed to tell the hardships he had experienced.

There was a complex light in his eyes, which showed both fatigue from vicissitudes of life and unyielding perseverance.

His white hair fluttered in the wind, intertwined with the magic patterns, but it made people feel an inviolable majesty.

This was the contemporary patriarch of the God-forsaken Clan, Shen Juwang.

A sub-honored strongman with only half a month left to live.

Ling Kongli came at the right time. If he followed the trajectory of his previous life, when Ye Xiu came to the God-forsaken Land, the only sub-honor of the God-forsaken Clan would have died.

And Ling Kongli was quite satisfied with this future subordinate.

He was promoted to the sub-honor in two hundred years. His talent is not much inferior to Ji Langya.

Maybe, he will have a nine-turn lord as his subordinate in the future.

However, Ling Kongli was very dissatisfied with Shen Juwang's attitude and decided to teach him a lesson.

"Old immortal, whether I deserve this status is not for you to judge. I advise you to recognize your own status."

"Otherwise, I will kill you."

Ling Kongli put on the bloody clothes of Huangquan, took out the life and death beads, and activated them directly without caring about the consumption of immortal essence.

The life and death beads slowly turned. At first, the speed was slow. Although the eight-turn immortals of the Shenqi clan felt the extraordinary life and death beads, they did not care much.

But as the life and death beads turned faster and faster, a strong suction force emanated from the beads, and these eight-turn immortals instantly felt a sense of uneasiness in their hearts.

As the Life and Death Pearl operated, its light became stronger and stronger, turning from dim light to dazzling strong light. The surrounding air seemed to be distorted, forming a series of air vortexes visible to the naked eye.

Everything around seemed to be pulled by an invisible big hand, and the little vitality of these immortals was extracted.

Now all the eight-turn immortals were panicked. The key was that the power of the Life and Death Pearl was too overbearing, and they had no power to resist.

They could only feel the loss of vitality.

If they were sucked like this, they might die in just a dozen breaths.

"Contemporary magic inheritor, stop it! Otherwise, I will not care about your identity and kill you immediately!"

Shen Juwang sent a telepathic message to threaten Ling Kongli, but Ling Kongli turned a deaf ear to it, as if he didn't hear it, and continued to inject immortal energy into the Life and Death Pearl.

This arrogant attitude also made Shen Juwang anxious. He had never seen such an arrogant junior!

"Demon Art Inheritor, blame yourself for not knowing the limits! Die!"

Feeling that the fire of life was about to burn out, Shen Juwang was extremely angry. Unable to bear it any longer, he used his strongest killing move on Ling Kongli.

He saw that the magic patterns on his body were burning violently, and thousands of magic flames were like flying fire meteors, smashing towards Ling Kongli.

He majored in the Way of Flame, and the destructive power of the Way of Flame ranked first among all the great ways.

In addition to his sub-honor cultivation, he was confident that he could kill Ling Kongli instantly.

But what surprised him was that the sea of ​​magic flames he used, like a wave, bombarded Ling Kongli without sparking a single spark.

It was all swallowed up by the Yellow Spring Blood Robe, and because his power was of the same origin as the Devouring Heaven Demon Art.

Not only did it not cause any damage to the Yellow Spring Blood River, but it also made the color of the Yellow Spring Blood Robe more charming.

"Old immortal, who is alive now? Who is dead?"

"Who gave you the courage to disrespect me?"

Ling Kongli had no intention of stopping, and the Life and Death Pearl was still devouring life force crazily, and the light was getting brighter and brighter.

The Life and Death Pearl was the Nine-Turn Supreme Instrument that the first generation of demon lords controlled the power of "essence".

From the beginning of its creation, it was to be able to reverse yin and yang, life and death, and bring people back to life.

Although Ling Kongli is only at the sixth turn now and cannot exert his full strength.

But the ability to devour life alone is enough to deal with these fools who have a short lifespan, are ignorant of the world, and rely on their age to bully others.

I saw that Shen Juwang's originally hideous and old face began to change more amazingly under the devouring of the Life and Death Pearl.

His skin lost its luster at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming dry like tree bark, and the wrinkles seemed to be deeply carved again by the knife of time, and every line seemed to tell his regret.

The hair, which was already pale, became even thinner, like strands of spider silk floating in the wind.

A few strands of hair fell weakly on his shoulders, as if they would fall at any time.

In his eyes, the former perseverance and pride were gradually replaced by fatigue and helplessness.

The breath around him also became disordered, and the magic pattern flickered on his body, as if struggling to resist this sudden change. Every breath seemed to be struggling with death.

Gradually, Shen Juwang changed from a powerful and respected patriarch to an old man who was completely defeated by death.

He looked at his hands that were as dry as dead branches, and completely let go of his contempt for Ling Kongli.

He no longer dared to treat Ling Kongli as a junior, but as a real strong man.

"Demon Lord, we know we are wrong. Please raise your hands and let my God-forsaken Clan go. From now on, my God-forsaken Clan will never dare to go against your wishes and offend the Lord."