This demon with the skull necklace had also reached the Spirit Refinement Realm!
He sat on the throne like a tiger crouching or a dragon coiled up. His dark purple eyes flashed with a cold light.
His body emitted an invisible pressure, causing the temperature in the cave to drop. The dozen or so black-clothed guards were so anxious that they didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
Even the Soul Refinement Realm expert with the scarlet cloak beside him showed a hint of respect towards him.
Obviously, this demon with purple hair and purple robes was the strongest in the cave, the leader of the group.
At this moment, the purple-robed demon was playing with a fist-sized crystal ball in his wide palm.
Inside the translucent crystal ball, there was actually a two-inch-tall little person.
The pocket-sized person was a middle-aged man with a dignified appearance.
This person wore a sapphire blue robe and a square crown on his head. His face was resolute, and his whole body exuded the dignity and nobility of a superior.
Unfortunately, he was injured. There were at least a dozen wounds on his body, so deep that his bones could be seen.
The flesh around the wounds rolled up, vaguely showing a black aura. Black and red blood flowed out continuously, dyeing his blue robe dark red.
His breathing was weak, and his face was pale. Sealed in the crystal ball, he couldn't struggle or escape.
If Ji Tianxing was here, he would recognize this heavily injured middle-aged man as his father, Ji Changkong!
The purple-robed demon seemed to be casually playing with the crystal ball. His eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at the entrance of the cave, as if he was patiently waiting for something.
The cave was silent. The many Heavenly Origin Realm and Origin Core Realm black-clothed martial artists didn't dare to make a sound.
Only the red-haired Demon Race powerhouse in a scarlet cloak seemed to be getting impatient from waiting.
He grinned and said with a resentful tone, "My clan has been resting for a thousand years. We've been hiding in the Northern Desert for a thousand years, and we're used to living a peaceful life.
Marshal Zuo, look at these demon kings. They're all good-for-nothings. They can't even handle such a small matter!
To deal with a Heaven Origin Stage human brat, the two of us have to come here. These Demon Kings are a bunch of trash! "
The red-haired man cursed. The three Sky Origin Stage Demon Kings in black didn't even dare to fart. They lowered their heads in fear.
The purple-robed powerhouse called Marshal Zuo put away the crystal ball without batting an eyelid.
He glanced at the red-haired expert and said indifferently, "Old Six, you can't say that.
Even though His Majesty the Devil Emperor has not been in the Northern Desert for the past thousand years, our warriors are still brave and courageous. They are not greedy for pleasure, and they are not useless.
That human brat is not simple. I can't let my guard down!
According to the Nephilim King, that brat should be a descendant of the Kenshin. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to injure the Nephilim King!
Not only does that kid have the bloodline of Kenshin, but he also seems to have the help of the soul of the Divine Sword.
Although he was only at the Sky Origin Realm, he was not someone ordinary Devil Kings could deal with.
His Majesty the Nephilim King specifically told Benshuai that no matter what, he must bring back the Kenshin bloodline unharmed!
This mission is very important. You and I can't let our guard down! "
The red-haired expert called Old Six didn't take Marshal Zuo's words to heart. He sneered disapprovingly, "Marshal Zuo, even if that brat is a descendant of the Kenshin, he is only at the Sky Origin Realm. How strong can he be?
You and I are both famous Devil Marshals. We are in charge of millions of Devil Armies for His Majesty the Nephilim King. We have guarded the Northern Desert for hundreds of years. What kind of situation have we not seen?
Now that we have captured that brat's father, he can only obediently follow us!
When that brat comes, Marshal Zuo, you don't have to do anything. Just watch me kill him in three moves and take his Kenshin bloodline! "
Marshal Zuo and Old Six were both Devil Marshals under the Nephilim King. They were in charge of millions of Devil Armies. They were also in the Spirit Refining Realm.
Marshal Zuo was the leader of the two. He was ranked fifth among the six Devil Marshals. He was in the 3rd Layer of Spirit Refining Realm!
Old Six was the weakest of the six Devil Marshals. He was in the 1st Layer of Spirit Refining Realm.
Old Six's name was Tu Ren. He was promoted to Devil Marshal sixty years ago. He was the weakest of the six Devil Marshals.
Before he became a Devil Marshal, he was the Devil King of a large tribe. He was bloodthirsty, cruel, and bloodthirsty. He was nicknamed the Blood Hand Butcher.
According to Tu Ren, his greatest hobby was to slaughter humans. Therefore, he changed his name to Tu Ren. He had long forgotten his real name.
His hands were stained with blood. He had killed countless humans. If there weren't a hundred thousand, there were at least eighty thousand!
The purple robed expert Marshal Zuo knew Old Six's temperament very well. He knew that this person had always been arrogant and vicious.
If they were in the Northern Desert, he wouldn't care about Tu Ren. He would just let him brag as he pleased.
But now that the two of them were carrying a heavy responsibility, the Nephilim King ordered them to come to the Central State to carry out the plan. Marshal Zuo had to be careful.
He frowned and said to Tu Ren in a serious tone, "Old Six Tu, this is the Central State Continent. It is close to the Sacred Land of Martial Arts, the Central State City.
The experts of the human and demon races are all gathered in this area. The most mysterious and powerful Monarch Mansion is also in the Central State City.
We are alone in the Central State. It is already very dangerous. If we are not careful, we will be surrounded by the experts of various races. We must be careful! "
Tu Ren saw that Marshal Zuo's tone was serious. He stopped muttering and listened quietly.
Marshal Zuo continued, "Also, our mission in the Central State this time is very heavy. Not only do we have to deal with that kid and seize the Kenshin bloodline, we also have to spread the Demonic Gu.
The Demonic Gu plan had just started to take off. But it was disrupted by the princes of the Monarch Mansion.
Now, all the lords of the cities are investigating the Demonic Gu. Even the Monarch Mansion has started to investigate.
When Benshuai finds the chance, he must kill those princes who meddle in other people's business! "
After listening to him, Tu Ren nodded and said, "Okay, I know.
Marshal Zuo, don't worry! When that kid comes, I will twist his head off and seize his Kenshin bloodline.
After we deal with him, we can carry out the Demonic Gu plan without worry. "
Just as Tu Ren's voice fell, a devil general dressed in black rushed into the cave with quick steps.
The Demon General in black walked in front of Marshal Zuo and Tu Ren. He knelt down respectfully and reported, "Reporting to the two Demon Marshals, Ji Tianxing has arrived. He is rushing to the mountain peak!"
Hearing this news, Marshal Zuo and Tu Ren looked at each other and sneered. Their eyes were filled with cold killing intent.
Tu Ren was the first to stand up. He sneered with anticipation, "Hehe, that kid is finally here!
Benshuai wants to see how capable this so-called Kenshin descendant is. Can he take a hit from Benshuai? "
Marshal Zuo did not say anything more. He sat on the throne and waved his hand, "Old Six, go meet him personally. It's best if you can kill him on the spot."
"No problem, leave it to me!" Tu Ren could not wait any longer. He twisted his neck and revealed a sinister smile. He led the black-clothed warriors out of the cave.
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