Lord of the Myriad Demons

  Chapter 696 Final year

   In the blink of an eye, half a year passed by in a hurry.

  The artifacts and the Sword of the Seven Immortals were all fused together, surrounded by strong light, making it impossible to distinguish the specific shape.

  Su Yi was on the side absorbing the creation crystal.

  The canyon next to it is full of bones, all of which belong to the beasts of good fortune, and have just been blood-washed by golden flame bloodthirsty ants.

   "How much longer?"

  Su Yi asked in his heart, he could feel the formation of the natal artifact, which is extremely powerful, so now he is looking forward to it.

"almost."

   Feng Long replied with an extremely excited tone.

  They are finally going to rise!

  Su Yi was very curious and asked, "Can you suppress so many magic soldiers?"

   "Thanks to you, we are connected to your souls, and it is you who are actually suppressing their spirits."

   Baiyuan replied, also very excited.

  Su Yi suddenly realized, and immediately stopped asking.

  Because another Infinity Master came to kill.

   With the passage of time, this area has become the edge of the sage chess game, so the Tianjiao wandering here are all under the primordial realm.

  In less than half a stick of incense, this Infinite Master died at Su Yi's feet.

  Su Yi, as always, threw all the opponent's magical weapons into the Seven Immortal Sword to strengthen his natal artifact.

   Time continues to pass.

   Three months later.

  The magic weapon of natal life is completed!

  Su Yi stood up slowly, looking at the bright light in front of him, although his expression was calm, his eyes were full of expectation.

  He could feel that he was connected with this magical weapon, it was like his own arm, and he could easily control it.

  The strong light gradually dissipated, and a half-foot-long divine sword appeared in front of him.

  The blade of the sword is as wide as three fingers, the center of the blade is black, and the two blades are bronze in color.

  As soon as the sword appeared, the surrounding space fluctuated slightly, and faint traces of flames emerged from the surface of the blade.

   "What is the name of this sword?"

  Su Yi stared at the sword and asked, the souls of Feng Long, Bai Yuan, and Yin Po had all entered this new sword.

  As for the sword souls of the other four fairy swords, they have not been awakened before, nor are they now.

  Su Yi didn't try to guess the reason, after all, people are fighting, and so is Sword Soul.

   "The Demon Emperor Sword."

  The voice of Feng Long came from the Excalibur.

   Demon Emperor Sword!

  The name draws out Su Yi's infinite memories.

   With a move of his right hand, the Demon Emperor Sword flew into his hand.

   Holding the Demon Emperor Sword in his hand, an unspeakable sense of strength flooded into his heart.

   As soon as his mind moved, the Demon Emperor Sword fell into his palm.

  The Demon Emperor Sword flew into his Immortal Mansion, suspended in the main hall.

  Although Tianshu Yaoxing Daoguo exploded and merged into his bones and bones, the Immortal Mansion is still there.

   Immediately afterwards, he took out the Demon Emperor Sword and felt the connection between the natal artifact and himself back and forth.

  The creatures who were paying attention to Su Yi were also amazed.

   "Cultivate a powerful natal artifact in such a short time!"

   "The fusion of dozens of divine weapons and demon emperor swords is incredible!"

   "Demon Emperor Sword? The name is very domineering, and I don't know what kind of power it has."

   "It seems that the strength of Tianshu Yaoxing has leapt again."

   "Tianshu Yaoxing smiled happily, it seems that he has more confidence in becoming a god."

   The creatures were discussing, Su Yi, who was holding the Demon Emperor Sword, was even more domineering, with an aura of being invincible in the world.

   This made the creatures look forward to his next performance even more.

  Su Yi began to practice swords to get used to the Demon Emperor Sword.

   A day later, he continued to practice.

  His goal is to strive to break through to the Supreme Emperor before the end of the Shengcai chess game.

  Otherwise, relying on the Demon Emperor Sword alone may not necessarily win the Shengcai chess game.

one year later.

  The wall of space shrank, and Su Yi had no choice but to move forward.

   There are less than a hundred Tianjiao left in the Shengcai chess game, and all the Ren brothers have been eliminated.

  Li Huahun is still stable, he has surpassed Su Yi, and is the first to reach the Supreme Emperor of Wuji, after all, he is the first batch of arrogance to master the ancestral flower of good fortune.

   Every other year, Su Yi had to move forward.

  The scope of the Shengcai chess game is far less than one ten-thousandth of what it was at the beginning.

  The further you get to the back, the more depressing the atmosphere.

   There are fewer and fewer Tianjiao who even trouble Su Yi.

  In the last few years, the Tianjiao have forgotten the mission assigned by the primordial gods, and they are all racking their brains to win the final victory.

   Yellow sand rolls into the sky.

  On a lone peak, Monkey King wearing golden chain mail sits in front of a cliff, leaning against a boulder with a golden cudgel standing beside him, as if sleeping.

   Ten miles away.

  Li Huahun sat cross-legged on a pile of sand and stones, with white bones piled up underneath.

  The two of them don't disturb each other, after all, they both belong to Emperor Suzong, and Monkey King is protecting him now.

  In the east, in a canyon hundreds of miles away, Jidi is cultivating in the dark, and the rules of battle surround him, making him even more imposing.

   Not only them, but also other Tianjiao are scattered everywhere, without disturbing each other, they all want to improve their strength as much as possible.

   And Sun Wukong, who looks so different, is alone in the center, like a lonely king, sleeping and waiting for the start of the war.

   Year after year passed.

   There are still two years before the Shengcai chess game ends.

  A strong man in the Dao realm of Hongmeng couldn't hold back anymore, he passed through the rolling yellow sand and rushed towards Li Huahun.

  Li Huahun opened his eyes suddenly, **** eyes filled his eyes.

   "Boy! Are you worthy of standing here with your level of cultivation?"

  The proud man roared angrily, intending to kill Li Huahun and seize his fortune crystal.

  As the territory of the Shengcai chess game becomes narrower and narrower, fewer and fewer good fortune beasts can be attracted.

  He no longer has the crystal of good fortune, so he couldn't help picking soft persimmons.

  Li Huahun was about to get up when a giant golden stick fell down like a sky pillar. With a bang, it was so fast that it smashed that Tianjiao into a meatloaf, and his soul exploded and overflowed in all directions.

  The whole desert trembled, and Li Huahun was also shocked by the power of Monkey King.

  The remnant soul of the arrogant man wanted to escape, but at this moment, golden lights descended from the sky, blasting his remnant souls into ashes one by one.

   Both form and spirit are destroyed!

  A strong man of the Hongmeng Dao Realm is extremely vulnerable in front of Monkey King.

  After the golden cudgel retracted, everything returned to calm.

  Li Huahun took a deep breath and sat down again. Facing such a mighty force, he knew that he could not defeat Monkey King.

too strong!

   Worthy of being the top three chess players!

  The desert fell silent again.

   Until the wall of space shrinks again.

  In the last year, the scope of the Shengcai chess game has shrunk to a diameter of a hundred miles.

  A famous Tianjiao flew over, including Su Yi, Jidi, Tiancheng Shenjun, Chifeng Empress and others.

  The land of a hundred miles is so close to them that they can almost see the enemy with their eyes.

  The sky is full of yellow sand.

  Su Yi walked slowly, then sat down suddenly, and continued to take the Creation Crystal.

far away.

  Ji Qiankun and Ji Chongxuan trembled.

   "Brother... let's admit defeat..."

  Ji Chongxuan swallowed, feeling the oppressive aura coming from all directions, he couldn't help but shudder.

  Ji Qiankun bit the bullet and said: "Be patient, hold on, we might win."

   The market is open, who can win?

  (end of this chapter)