"Your Majesty Donghuang, please understand. How would I dare to take Your Majesty's things?"
Kun Peng hurriedly clarified. "Something else happened." Then, he recounted the matter.
Just as he was halfway through his sentence …
"Wait!"
Donghuang interrupted, "Grand Sun Primordial Fire?"
"Huh?!" The Demon Master was stunned.
What's wrong? Why are you so shocked?
Donghuang immediately ordered, "Little Bell."
"Yes."
"Restore all the previous changes. Don't let go of any flickering shadows."
"Alright."
The Kun Peng Demon Master wanted to hit someone.
You, the Chaos Bell, are looking down on me too much? You ignored me when I spoke to you just now. Now, you agree so clearly.
Are you looking down on me, Kun Peng?
Little did he know that the Chaos Bell was also cursing.
This fellow … is really big. If I turn into a pot … I wonder if I can be stewed in a pot?
Light flickered in the Chaos Bell.
With a buzzing sound, all the light and shadows were gathering and restoring …
However, the illusory figure and the two rays of light did not leave any traces.
In the end, only a small amount of powder was gathered.
However, this small amount of powder was mixed with the aura of the three-legged Golden Crow.
Although it was very small, it was real.
Donghuang looked at the powder that was sealed by the aura of the Chaos Bell and sensed it carefully. His eyes flickered as he said calmly, "Can you restore it further?"
The Chaos Bell moved again. It began to compress, shape, and trace the origin …
In the end, a Small feather floated in the air. It was only the size of a sesame seed.
Donghuang took a deep breath and sensed the power of the feather.
He had indeed sensed the aura of the three-legged Golden Crow, but he still did not have any impression. Vaguely, there seemed to be an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Donghuang was stunned.
His eyes were filled with shock.
Then, he said solemnly, "Keep it well. Don't scatter it."
The meaning of that sentence was very clear. It was not easy for him to condense it. If it scattered again, there would be no traces or smell left!
The Chaos Bell Spirit agreed.
Kun Peng watched from the side and was confused.
"Kunpeng, look here carefully. I think my elder brother and sister-in-law will ask you about this. Try to recall and sort out what happened in the short period of time you were in the clock. "
Donghuang patted Kun Peng's shoulder and said, "I'll leave this place to you. I have to go back immediately. I'm afraid that you're not the only one who was attacked."
"Your Majesty, don't worry. With me, Kunpeng, here, nothing will happen!"
"Heh …"
Donghuang nodded his head. He glanced at the Thunder Eagle City that was already in ruins. He lifted the Bell of Primal Chaos and instantly transformed into a yellow light that sped away.
Donghuang came and left in a hurry.
Even after a fierce battle and an exchange of words, they didn't stay for more than five minutes before leaving.
He came so abruptly and left in such a hurry …
Even after Donghuang left, Kun Peng was still in a daze. He felt that everything that happened today was weird.
He subconsciously transformed into his human form and scratched his head. Yes, he had to admit that it was easier to scratch a human's head.
Damn, is this the time to think about whether it's easy or not? Now, I should be thinking about what's wrong!
First, there was Minghe. His sudden attack was indeed unexpected and caused considerable losses. But compared to what he had lost, the losses of the lower echelons of the Demon Clan were nothing!
Minghe had lost a Connate numinous treasure. He had lost a petal of the twelfth-grade Red Lotus of Hellfire. Since ancient times, all the Connate numinous treasures in the world had been destroyed except for the twelfth-grade Golden Lotus of the Western Sect's Daoist Jie Yin, which had been devoured by the demon race's mutant Daoist Wen by chance. Today, another numinous treasure was damaged. Indeed, the calamity had arrived. Anything possible or impossible had happened!
Well, the twelfth-grade Lotus Throne had always been known to be invincible when standing on it. The only two damaged numinous treasures were both twelfth-grade Lotus Thrones. If he met Minghe again in the future, he must focus on the Red Lotus of Hellfire. It didn't make sense that the Daoist Wen could devour the third-grade Golden Lotus Throne, but his Swallowing Heaven and Earth couldn't devour the Red Lotus of Hellfire!
Damn, he had digressed again. Now was not the time to plan for Minghe's Red Lotus of Hellfire. The key question now should be … Well, how did the red lotus petal get lost? His Majesty Donghuang didn't get angry!
Could it be related to the sudden appearance of the Grand Sun True-Fire Sword? And who was that illusory figure?
Also, what was the aura of the two supreme-grade numinous treasures, one white and one black, that he had regarded as his own?
God has mercy on me. I, Kun Peng, am not willing to let go of external objects. It's just that all the numinous treasures in the world have owners. This time, I finally encountered two, but I missed them …
Needless to say, it must be that bastard Zhuyan who caused me to miss the numinous treasures …
So many questions lingered in the mind of Kun Peng Demon Master. Then, he scratched his head subconsciously and frowned gloomily. "There are so many questions, but I can't figure out any of them …"
"And His Majesty Donghuang, for what reason is he here? Why is he here? It's too baffling …"
"You said you were coming, but you should have told me earlier. If I knew you were coming, I would have used my life to entangle Minghe. Then, you would have aimed for an opening and attacked with all your strength. Even if Minghe didn't die here, the loss would be much greater than now …"
"Oh, right. His Majesty only listened to half of my report. I didn't have time to say the other half … This is so depressing. I haven't finished my report … Why are you running? The enemy is gone. Why are you in such a hurry? "
Kun Peng Demon Master felt more and more depressed.
After blowing a gust of wind in the air, he barely managed to blow away the depression in his heart. He landed and shouted, "Sort out the casualty data."
In a faraway place.
Thunderhawk King Lei flashed as his body was almost split in half. His body was covered in blood and he was on the verge of death. Even the Yuan Killer Sword had pierced a hole in his Fey Core as golden light constantly dissipated.
Ninth Prince Ren Jing carried him and ran over. "Demon Master, Lei Yishan is dying …"
Kun Peng Demon Master rolled his eyes. He really didn't want to save him. If this bastard didn't bring Zhuyan here, there was a ninety-nine percent chance that this battle wouldn't have happened.
But after thinking carefully, it seemed that Minghe was more unlucky than him. He couldn't help but calm down. "Let me see."
The battle of Thunder Eagle City.
Thunder Eagle King Lei Yishan was seriously injured. The Thunder Eagle Tribe suffered thirteen thousand casualties. More than ninety percent of their experts were killed. The Thunder Eagle Tribe could not recover from this setback. If they wanted to rise again, it would take at least three thousand years. Without three thousand years, the Thunder Eagle Tribe's young eagles would not be able to grow …
It could basically be announced that this tribe was eliminated from this calamity!
Only a half-dead Thunder Eagle King was left with less than a thousand experts. They couldn't even set up the Thunder Eagle Formation, which was the most threatening to experts. How could they talk about combat strength?
Coupled with the fact that the blood sea had wreaked havoc in the vicinity of the Thunder Hawk City, tens of millions of demons had died an unnatural death. It was bound to become a place of great danger, and very few demons were willing to settle down here. The decline of the Thunder Hawk Clan was more or less a foregone conclusion.
In this unforeseen event, apart from the Thunder Eagle Tribe's heavy losses, the Ninth Prince Ren Jing was slightly injured, and the Demon Sage Dan Ding was seriously injured. The rest didn't suffer any major losses.
Furthermore, the Asura Tribe that came to attack this place did not have it easy either. At the very least, hundreds of thousands of soldiers had perished under the Kun Peng Demon Master's suction force. Furthermore, when the Eastern Sovereign appeared, he illuminated the entire universe and incinerated the heavens and earth. Another few million Asura Tribe members had been taken away by the Bell of Chaos.
There was also a large number of Blood God's Clones in the Blood Sea. Tens of thousands were killed on the spot.
Comparing the two, the overall result of this battle was that the Ashura Tribe's losses were more severe. If Donghuang had pursued them, the Ashura Tribe's losses would have been much more severe.
However, the situation was clearly good just now. Unexpectedly, Donghuang didn't continue to pursue them.
The Ninth Prince Ren Jing stood in mid-air, his face pale. He suddenly thought of something. "Then … where are Hu Yipao and Hu Ermiao?"
The red-crowned demon saint was taken aback. "This time, the attack was unexpected, so I brought the two of them with me. But when the Nether River appeared, I intercepted them … and casually threw the two of them away … Now … why are they gone? Could it be … "
The Ninth Prince Ren Jing's face instantly twisted.
"Could it be that they're dead?"
He hurriedly landed and searched around the devastated area.
However, how could he find them …
Actually, thinking about it, it made sense. With the two tigers' shallow cultivation, even if they did not fall under the first wave of the Blood Sea's surprise attack, how could they escape from the Blood God's Child's rampage after that? There were very few survivors below the Sky Soaring Realm in Thunder Eagle City, and they could be counted with one's fingers.
"Sigh, clues, clues …" The Ninth Prince sighed as he stomped his feet.
…
On the other side, the Netherworld River rode on the bloody light and ran for his life. He was so anxious that he was like a fish that had escaped a net.
He didn't know how far he had run. Suddenly, a black light appeared in front of him, and Buddhist light soared into the sky.
The benevolent and holy intent on the other side illuminated the world.
A benevolent Buddha dressed in pure white monk robes stood together with a figure shrouded in black gas.
The Buddha was handsome and handsome. His body was tall and straight, like a jade tree in the wind. However, a faint buzzing sound could be heard from the black gas.
"Martial Uncle Netherworld River." The monk was gentle and polite.
"Vajra Buddha." The Netherworld River Patriarch panted.
"I don't dare to be addressed as such by Martial Uncle." The monk smiled. "That Kun Peng Demon Master … didn't chase after you?"
"Things have changed. Donghuang suddenly came. It's already very fortunate that I was able to escape alive." The Netherworld River still had lingering fears.
In the distance, a black gas soared into the sky. The figure of the Fiend Ancestor, Rahu, flashed. His eyes were like lightning. "Donghuang Taiyi actually came personally? The Thunder Eagle City is a small place, but it has received the blessings of both Demon Master Kun Peng and Donghuang Taiyi. How lucky. Why didn't Donghuang chase after you? "
"It's because Demon Master Donghuang is gathered in the same place. I can only focus on escaping. I really don't have the heart to care about anything else!"
The Netherworld River couldn't understand why Donghuang didn't chase after him.
Although the exchange of blows was short, he could clearly sense Donghuang's anger. He could also sense Donghuang's determination to pursue him. However, he didn't chase after him. This matter was truly odd.
"The matter of setting up a trap to kill the Kun Peng has come to an end."
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