My power increases a little bit every second, and I become the most powerful demon

Zhao Wentai hurriedly returned to his palace. As soon as he got out of the carriage, he said to Xue Ming beside him.

"Send someone to ask Mr. Wu to come. I have something important to discuss!!"

"By the way, come in through the side door of the palace and don't let anyone notice."

"yes!"

Xue Ming turned around and left, and Zhao Wentai stepped into the palace. His heart was extremely agitated at this moment.

Now the truth is close at hand!

He paced to the inner room. After about half an hour, two figures hurriedly walked in through the door.

"Dian, Wu Xian is here!!" Xue Ming said, cupping his hands.

Then he stepped aside and let the person behind him walk in.

The man's hair was gray, his face was gaunt and thin, and his dark face was full of wrinkles, like a burnt black rotten tree.

But his eyes were bright and piercing.

He carried a cane and wore a patched cloak.

Those who didn't know thought he was a beggar who appeared out of nowhere.

However, after seeing that person walking in, Zhao Wentai quickly stood up with a respectful expression.

"Teacher!"

"You're here!!"

Zhao Wentai greeted him humbly.

The old man grinned, showing two rows of yellow teeth.

"Boy, you are finally back, but what have you gained?!" the old man said.

Zhao Wentai did not speak immediately, but looked at Xue Ming.

"You go to the front and guard, no one is allowed in!!"

Xue Ming nodded, walked out of the room silently, and closed the door.

He then continued.

"Teacher, I found the girl from the Bai family and got her hair!!"

With that said, Zhao Wentai raised his hand and moved the ring on his finger.

There was a flash of light, and a slender hair fell into his hand.

The old man had already ran back impatiently, looking at the hair longingly.

"Um!"

"Not bad~"

"It seems like that~~" The old man snorted softly through his nose, and the excitement in his eyes became more intense.

"But with my way of doing things, I can't be sure with the naked eye."

"You take two steps back..."

The old man grabbed the hair in his hand and asked Zhao Wentai to step back.

Zhao Wentai quickly fell back to the side obediently and looked at the old man nervously.

The old man stretched out his fingers and used his sharp nails to make a cut in the palm of his other hand.

The wound opened, but no blood flowed out. Instead, a pale white viscous liquid gushed out.

He muttered something and held the hair with his wounded hand.

boom--

In an instant, his palm was covered in pale white flames.

Zhao Wentai on the side covered his ears. He heard a shrill scream from the white flames, which made him dizzy.

He squatted on the ground in pain, gritting his teeth.

In front of his eyes, a picture suddenly appeared.

On a barren land, rows of coffins stood in front of him, and boundless death energy surged out, threatening to drown him.

clang--

At this time, a crisp sound exploded in his ears.

The images in front of him suddenly disappeared.

"Boy, are you okay~~"

"I somewhat overestimated your strength, I can't even bear this~~"

The old man put a hand on Zhao Wentai's shoulder and laughed.

"The disciple is not talented and has disappointed the master..." Zhao Wentai wiped his sweat and said weakly.

"Hehehe, please learn from me in the future~~"

"Teacher, how are you? Is it the residual aura of the Burial Heaven Scripture?!" Zhao Wentai asked expectantly.

The old man stroked his beard and smiled.

"Judging from the purity of this death energy essence, only the Burial Sky Scripture can do it!"

"It is already certain that the so-called treasure of the Bai family is undoubtedly the Burial Book of Heaven!!"

"Great!!" Upon hearing this, Zhao Wentai clapped his hands excitedly, his previous calmness gone.

"It's just that why Bai Qinian can practice such peerless skills and create such power!!" Zhao Wentai was a little confused.

Logically speaking, it should be difficult to master a Kung Fu of this level, but Bai Qinian mastered it so quickly...

"The World-Destroying Cultivation Technique is naturally not comparable to those rubbish techniques. It is completely different from most other techniques, and even goes against it."

"Not to mention Bai Qinian, even a 뀖-year-old child can practice 늅 Gong."

"This is why whenever 돗 appears, it is accompanied by endless killing."

"People who have obtained the skills are often mediocre people, even ordinary people. Their minds are naturally not that firm. The Burial Scripture can evoke the most primitive negative emotions in people's hearts and control them. ”

"Killing, sin, pain~~"

"I even have some doubts that this Burial Scripture has its own consciousness, specifically picking out those inconspicuous guys, and they appear in areas with the thinnest spiritual energy."

"There aren't even any Martial Saints in the so-called Seven Kingdoms. No wonder they were chosen by 돗, tsk tsk~~"

The old man shook his head and began to speak slowly.

After listening to the old man's words, Zhao Wentai's face turned pale and he was a little shaken.

"Can I control such a technique..."

"What are you afraid of? If you don't still have me~~"

"Don't you want the throne~~" the old man said quietly.

"Although your eldest brother is 10 years older than you, he is already a top-grade warrior and has been accepted as a disciple of Tianhua Palace. He is the legacy of a former martial saint. He is your biggest competitor~~"

"Not only that, but your fourth and fifth brothers are also talented. One is the eldest disciple of Xieyue Academy and is full of righteousness, and the other is a playboy on the surface, but actually hides his incompetence. I won't say much about the remaining girls."

"If you don't have something to rely on, how can you fight for the throne~~"

The old man's words were like a heavy punch, hitting Zhao Wentai's heart.

He immediately made up his mind, his eyes filled with determination and fierceness.

"I... must get it!!"