The Devil-Planting Bead, which had even caused the top elites of the Precipice Cliff Sect and the Demon Captains of the Demon Race to feel their blood run cold, was kicked back by the heartless little tree.
The Nine Regions cultivators who regarded the Demonic Seed Bead as the magical weapon of a certain Black Cliff Soldier very much agreed with the words and deeds of the small tree.
"It's indeed useful."
"This ball is quite sturdy …"
"Speaking of which, what kind of cultivator would use a ball-shaped magic treasure?"
"Hmm, he should be a cultivator who deserves a kick …"
"Pu!"
"Cut the crap! Hurry up and find the people, the demons, and Rakshasa!"
…
After complaining for a while, the group looked at the Demonic Seed Bead that had flown out of their field of vision, then took a turn and headed in another direction.
It was not that they or the little tree felt anything, but —
"Even the Dharma treasure was sent flying … I'm looking for someone, but there's no need to put myself in danger. My head isn't made of iron …"
After secretly praising himself for his graceful kick, the small tree walked a little slower. However, it still hurt a little.
After all, it was the Demonic Planting Bead.
Even if it didn't suck anything from him, it still caused many cracks to appear on the bones of his feet.
However, this was only the insignificant effect that the Demonic Seed Bead had on the living beings on this battlefield.
When they mysteriously left the center of the battlefield, regardless of whether it was the Black Cliff soldiers, the demons, or the Blood Disciples of Zang Hai, they gradually walked out of their madness and calmed down. They also started to feel the same shock as the top elites and demon captains...
The Demonic Seed Bead flew back.
"Not good, hidden weapons!"
"Hurry up and run … Hurry up and chase! That, that's the Demonic Planting Bead! "
"Hahahaha, the Demonic Seed Bead is mine, mine!"
…
As long as the Chaotic Battlefield was in chaos, no one cared if the Demonic Seed Orb flew out and was kicked back.
The Peerless Elite and the Demon Captain were engaged in a fierce battle.
The more enemies he killed in this battle, the easier it would be for him to bring the Demonic Seed Bead with him and return in triumph.
In a faraway place, the punishment of loss of dao had attracted the attention of the vast majority of mighty figures.
Even the Demon Concubine and Bing Yan rarely saw the Punishment of Losing Dao.
This scene shocked them, but it also gave them a chance to comprehend the Heavenly Dao.
But it was only comprehension.
It was absolutely impossible for them to experience it themselves.
"That's why they're so crazy …"
While comprehending, Bing Yan glanced at the Almighties of the various races who were fighting Luo Su's clones, and his doubts deepened.
Because in his opinion, the conflict between these great powers and Luo Su couldn't be any more stupid, and it was something that could be completely avoided.
But no matter how confused he was, there was one thing he was sure of.
"Looks like I've really wronged Ao Ji. He didn't want to frame me …"
Bing Yan shifted his gaze to Ao Ji, who was struggling against the Punishment of Losing Dao.
Ao Ji, who had already been severely injured by Luo Su's blood coffin, was in a more and more dire situation under the assault of the two burning pitch-black hands.
"The so-called losing the Dao is better described as seizing the Dao, angering the Heavenly Dao and depriving oneself of the Dao. Such a heavenly punishment …"
The more he watched, the more frightened Bing Yan became.
Since the beginning of the Dao Loss Punishment, he still hadn't found the correct way to deal with the deprivation of his Dao.
At this moment, Ao Ji, who was suffering from the punishment of losing his Dao, was completely relying on the Dragon Tribe's innate senses and his survival instincts to avoid the Heavenly Dao's deprivation of his Dao.
As for resisting?
He didn't see any resistance.
"As for Luo Su …"
As a Rakshasa, Luo Su's cultivation was divided into two aspects.
On one hand, it was the ancestor's inheritance that he had obtained from the blood essence in his body.
On the other hand, it was his acquired cultivation.
But no matter which aspect it was, it was inseparable from the Heavenly Dao.
"Let alone a Rakshasa, even the rampaging Demons can't escape from the Heavenly Dao …"
However, Demons were born with the Heavenly Dao. As time passed, they even showed signs of devouring the origin of the Heavenly Dao. The damage caused by the Punishment of Losing Dao to the Demons was reduced.
At this moment, Luo Su's situation was slightly better than Ao Ji's.
But this was because he didn't hesitate to damage his own blood essence and foundation to forcefully use the blood coffin again.
Facing the terrifying Punishment of Losing Dao, he was much calmer this time. He didn't use his full strength right from the start and let a gap appear in the blood coffin to devour the two pitch-black hands.
After all, he had no idea how long the Punishment of Losing Dao would last.
"Losing Dao, stealing Dao …"
While watching the battle, Bing Yan's thoughts were also spinning at high speed. He put himself in Ao Ji and Luo Su's shoes and tried his best to find a way to resist the Punishment of Losing Dao.
The Demon Concubine was also watching the battle. She seemed to care more about it than Bing Yan.
When the Punishment of Losing Dao progressed to a certain stage, her beautiful brows furrowed.
"If this goes on, Luo Su will only lose a clone. Although his main body's strength will be weakened and he won't be in danger, this old dragon …"
The old dragon seemed to be the reason why the Demon Concubine believed that Ao Ji could struggle until now.
But it was only a struggle.
After analyzing all aspects, she didn't think that Ao Ji could avoid the fate of death brought by the Punishment of Losing Dao.
And if Ao Ji died …
"If you die, where can I find clues about him …"
Even though the appearance of the exceptionally different Demonic Seed Pearl had caused the demon concubine to develop a strong desire for it …
But it couldn't be denied that her original goal in the Lower Realm was the most important part of this trip.
She thought about how once the higher-ups in the Upper Realm received the news and deductions, she would be able to obtain the Primordial Manifestation Body that had caused the Demons so much fear in the ancient times …
"Giving up on the Demonic Seed Pearl isn't that big of a deal …"
To the Demon Concubine, the best outcome would be to obtain both the person and the pearl.
But she also knew that the price of pursuing perfection was to come out empty-handed.
Hence, after a moment of silence, she made up her mind.
"I'll use the Demonic Seed Pearl to confuse Bing Yan. Once I know who the Primordial Manifestation Body is …"
As she took a deep breath, the Demon Concubine closed her beautiful eyes. At the same time, she cut off the strange light that was escaping from her eyes.
She knew very well what the Primordial Manifestation Body and the family behind it meant to the humans.
Hence, she knew that once the Primordial Manifestation Body was exposed to Bi Ya, Bing Yan, and the others, these humans would stop her at all costs.
"But if I don't want to arouse Bing Yan's suspicion, how should I intervene and save that old dragon …"
Just as the Demon Concubine frowned and pondered …
"Ah!"
Ao Ji, who was facing the two pitch-black burning hands, roared angrily. His true body, which spanned across the sky, exploded!
Boom boom boom …
Amidst the explosion, even the Heavenly Axiom's Dao-stealing Hand was pushed back dozens of feet …
A cute little dragon that was five feet long looked at Luo Su with its cold vertical pupils and sneered soundlessly. Then, it broke through the void with the help of a several-feet-long life force gap and disappeared.
Seeing this, the Demon Concubine's clone was shocked. She cursed inwardly and was about to inform her true body …
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