After all, Taiyi had Saint Hong Jun's decree to build the Heavenly Court with the Bell of Chaos as the foundation. He could do whatever he wanted with it.
'I'll have to prepare more Mental Energy in case I run out of it. There are many Treasures in this primordial land. Aren't Treasures crystallized perfectly with Mental Energy? '
He stood in the sea of fire and looked around him. Soon enough, he noticed something black at the spot where Zeng Mu's corpse was.
'It seems to be a Sorcerer Tool. It's worshipped by a powerful tribe like the Witch Tribe day and night. It's no wonder there's so much Mental Energy here. Not bad, not bad! ' Lu Sheng felt the Mental Energy surging into his body. In a few short minutes, the Mental Energy in the Sorcerer Tool was emptied. There were more than 3,000,000 units of it.
"Understood!"
Nan Ming Li Fire surged out from the wounds on Zeng Mu's body. The high temperature of the flame was slowly melting the body of the Senior Magus.
Although he still had more than 1,500,000,000 Mental Energy units, nobody would complain about having too much of it.
"Why not other flames? Bi Fang Fire has the effect of melting souls as well, right?" one of the shamans asked, puzzled.
By relying on the Demon Court, even if they encountered cultivators or greater demons whose cultivation levels were higher than theirs and whose divine powers were more powerful than theirs, the Demon Gods could not defeat them alone. They could form a group and charge forward. No matter how powerful the greater demons were, they would be crushed.
"Pfft!"
The old man walked to a spot of charred soil that was still smoking. He squatted down and dug out some of the black soil. He crushed it in his hand and tasted it.
Yu Xuan was only a musician. She did not have much status among the demon gods. When she heard this matter that involved the Witch Tribe and the Demon Tribe, she felt as if a bomb had gone off in her head. Her entire body began to tremble.
"Crack."
In reality, the East Monarch Taiyi did not usually manage matters. He was in charge of most of the Noble Families in the Heavenly Court. However, Taiyi had spoken earlier, so he could not interrupt.
However, their power was not in terms of killing power. Instead, it was in terms of music. They were completely different from the powerful monsters like the phoenixes who burned mountains every day.
"The Interstellar Officer has verified it. It's indeed the Vermilion Bird Flame. Moreover, only the Vermilion Bird Tribe whose bloodline is as pure as the Vermilion Bird Sacred Body can release this flame," another demon god said in a deep voice.
One and a half billion might not be enough.
Although there was only one Celestial Emperor — Taiyi — Taiyi made it clear that his brother Di Jun and sister-in-law Xihe were at the same level as him. Therefore, Di Jun was given the title of Western Emperor, and Xihe was given the title of Western Empress.
However, they were unable to take down the Shamans. Over the long years, many of the Fey Gods gradually settled down to enjoying themselves. They liked the feeling of being in a high position and being able to do whatever they wanted.
Demon Court.
As soon as he touched his palm, Lu Sheng immediately felt a thick wave of Mental Energy rush into his body.
"The Sorcerer Tribe has already sent the ashes over. We have also examined them. They are definitely the work of extremely pure Vermillion Bird Fire. Only the Vermillion Bird Clan can release such pure Vermillion Bird Fire. It's impossible for the other races! "A Fey God sneered. This monster god had two heads. One was drinking wine, while the other was staring coldly at Vermillion Bird Yu Xuan. There was a hint of greed in its eyes.
The three of them were Three-legged Golden Crows born from the Pangu Sun. They were connected by blood, and shared a deep bond. Nobody said anything about this.
"Well then … Vermillion Bird Clan, what else do you have to say?" Di Jun asked slowly.
The huge silver-white palace hovered above the Nine Levels of Heaven, like an undulating mountain range, layer upon layer. The rising and falling palaces were like the most precious treasures and instruments, exquisite and elegant with a trace of the Demon Clan's rough grandeur.
The Demon Clan did not care too much about formalities. The world was vast, and they could do whatever they wanted. This tradition had been successfully passed down to the Heaven Court. Even the East Monarch Taiyi and Di Jun were the same. They took this as a matter of course.
A cloud of black smoke shot over from afar. It landed on the ground and transformed into several tall, dark-skinned men and women.
"It's finally over …" Lu Sheng exhaled. "As expected, it's a little too much for a Golden Core cultivator to fight. However, there's nothing I can do about it. My body needs time to adapt to the improvement, but I can't wait any longer. "
"There are other beings that were burned to death here. Strange. They were clearly burned to death, but there's no trace of their souls left behind." Another sorcerer frowned.
"That's the Vermillion Bird's Flame … Among the high-grade flames, only the Vermillion Bird's Flame can guide souls to heaven," the skinny old man said drily.
She fell to her knees. Her face was pale with fright, and she was sweating.
He reached out and grabbed. The black object immediately flew up and landed lightly in his hand.
The Demon Court's Heavenly Emperor, the East Monarch Taiyi, and his elder brothers, Di Jun and Xihe, sat on the highest seats.
Most importantly, he could vaguely sense that the amount of Mental Energy required to advance from the Underworld Net to the next tier would be an astronomical figure.
"Yu Xuan, your clan went to the Shaman Tribe and secretly annihilated a Great Shaman Tribe in an attempt to incite a conflict between the Heaven Court and the Ancestral Shaman. Do you know about this?" Taiyi's voice came from behind the bead curtain. It was impossible to tell if he was happy or angry. He only gave off a deep and calm feeling of oppression.
The ground shook. With Lu Sheng as the center, scarlet flames suddenly rose within a radius of 1,000 meters.
Within the flames, a tall, strange man with a bird's head and a human's body was wearing a scarlet feather robe. He was holding Grand Shaman Zeng Mu's body with one hand.
His hand was golden, and his claws resembled those of a bird. At this moment, the sharp nails had already pierced into Grand Shaman Zeng Mu's body.
The other shamans around him were completely turned into ashes by the attack just now. Not a single trace of them was left behind.
After the announcement officer summoned them, a charming woman wearing a long red dress and a colorful crown of flowers walked slowly into the plaza with a frown on her face.
"What's going on? I sensed the Goumang Shaman Artifact shattering here. Isn't this the Zeng Mu Shaman Tribe? "A female shaman looked around with a deep voice.
"This is the ashes of a high-grade flame. Hmm … There's a burnt smell of bird feathers … It's either the Phoenix Flame, the Vermilion Bird Flame, or the Bi Fang Flame …"
"Heh, looks like we've been quiet for a long time. Finally, someone's going to challenge the dignity of the Shaman Tribe again …" another skinny old man said with a sneer.
The human form of the Kun Peng was a tall old man with white hair and beard. He had an arrogant expression on his face. His black robe was embroidered with a strange creature that resembled both a fish and a roc. That was his true form.
In the center of the entire palace complex, there was a vast plaza with white jade pillars.
The plaza was filled with singing and dancing. Fine wine and strange fruits were everywhere. Many demon gods were languid and casual. Beautiful concubines kept coming and going around them. They were either pouring wine or taking off their clothes. They were having sex with some demon gods.
"Mental Energy?!" He was delighted.
"Dissolving will leave behind fragments and auras … Only by leading them away will it be completely clean …" The old shaman revealed a hint of coldness on his face. "Let's go. This pure Vermilion Bird Divine Fire must be the work of the Vermilion Bird Tribe or its direct bloodline. I'll go back and report this. Let's see how those bastards from the Demon Court deal with this! They're killing a tribe of the Shaman Tribe for no reason! They're purposely provoking a war! "
The Celestial Court had been around for a long time. Under the Great Heavenly Star Formation, they were bathed in the star power. Even if the demon gods did not cultivate, their cultivation bases would still slowly increase over time.
"Stop." Suddenly, a deep and magnetic male voice came from behind the bead curtain where Taiyi was.
A messenger came up from the side. He whispered something into the palace guard's ear. The guard frowned slightly. He walked slowly to the demon master Kun Peng's side and made a report in a soft voice.
"Music Announcer, Vermilion Bird Yu Xuan." Taiyi's voice rang out again.
The two sides of the plaza were filled with important demon ministers. The demon gods wore robes and immortal armors. They had different appearances. They were all enjoying the dance and drinking the fine wine.
There was no one alive around them. There were no ordinary birds or insects. The only thing left was the ruins of the Multiplying Wood Tribe.
Gradually, the demon race's Celestial Court stopped expanding. They were content with the status quo.
Speaking of which, as the southern fire god of the Nan Ming Li Fire, the Vermilion Bird should be a tribe even more ancient than the Phoenix.
"Your humble servant … Your humble servant … definitely did not do such a thing!" Her voice became a little shrill. "The entire Vermilion Bird Tribe has always lived in the Nan Chuan Mountain Range. We have never left that place. The elites of the tribe also hold positions in the Celestial Court! We have always been diligent and have never had any ulterior motives. We did not dare to provoke the shamans and demons! I hope the Celestial Thearch will investigate! Investigate! "
After a round of singing and dancing, the music gradually slowed down.
His wife, Xihe, had always taken good care of the Vermilion Bird Tribe. Therefore, he spoke up now to see if there was any chance.
After the demon race's Celestial Court was established, perhaps the demon gods had some ambition in the beginning. They wanted to help the East Emperor Taiyi unify the world and create the one and only Celestial Court.
This group of men and women held crutches in their hands. They had sinister expressions and wore simple black robes.
As time passed, everyone gradually slacked off.
He released his Golden Core spiritual power and scanned the surroundings. After finding no survivors, he turned and left quickly.
…
With a crisp sound, the sorcerer artifact shattered into pieces and scattered on the ground.
Usually, there was nothing fun to do. Apart from enjoying themselves, they either slept or went out to play. Now that there was finally some excitement, everyone was naturally interested.
Everyone knew that the Vermilion Bird Tribe was a musician of the Celestial Court that had been appointed a long time ago.
The three of them were covered in golden light and flames. Outsiders could only vaguely see the blurry figures on the three thrones.
The group of sorcerers turned into black smoke again and disappeared.
…
He actually had a certain fondness for the Vermilion Bird Tribe. After all, there were not many people in the Celestial Court who could be as melodious as them.
Even the East Emperor Taiyi and Di Jun gradually felt helpless and did not force it. Only Di Jun's wife, Xihe, was worried about this.
Many of the demon gods who were still conscious immediately showed expressions of interest. They watched the scene in front of them with great interest.
"Your humble subject, Vermilion Bird Tribe Leader Yu Xuan, greets the East Emperor, Di Jun, and Xihe."
The music stopped abruptly.
Lu Sheng carefully examined the black object in his hand. It looked like a jar. Its surface was full of cracks and strange sorcerer talismans.
A few hours later.
During the Dragon and Phoenix War, they had a decent status because they were related to the Phoenix. Now that the Dragon and Phoenix Race had declined, only a small remnant of their bloodline remained. The Vermilion Bird Tribe did not have enough combat power, so they could only rely on the Celestial Court and become so-called musicians to manage the Celestial Court's instruments.
"The Sorcerer Tribe has gone crazy again? It's been peaceful for a thousand years. Suddenly, someone popped up to cause trouble! " Kun Peng said unhappily. He turned to Taiyi and moved his lips, passing the information to Taiyi.
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