"Da da da!"
When he was only five thousand feet away from the Venerable of the Black Magic Pavilion, Xiao Chen stopped flying and deliberately paused, pretending to hesitate. Then he stepped on the void and slowly approached the Venerable of the Black Magic Pavilion.
Xiao Chen was deliberately mystifying and confusing the mind of the Venerable of the Black Magic Pavilion. The purpose was to create an illusion that he was afraid of the latter and let the latter relax his vigilance.
Sure enough!
"Hahaha! Are you afraid? " Blood Hangman saw that Xiao Chen suddenly changed his action and couldn't help but laugh, "Xiao Chen, if you don't have the guts, don't try to impress yourself. How about this, you tell the secret of merging with The Lion King and give me the Fengsha Sword, and we can spare your life. How about it?"
"Fengsha Sword?"
The Venerable of the Black Magic Pavilion suddenly trembled and turned to look at the Blood Hangman beside him. He said with a little excitement, "Pavilion Master, you said that the sword in Xiao Chen's hand is called the Fengsha Sword? Are you sure you didn't make a mistake? "
"Huh?" The Blood Hangman was stunned by the shock of the Black Magic Pavilion Venerable, who had always been calm. He nodded subconsciously and said, "Yes, that sword is called the Fengsha Sword. Venerable, is there a problem with the Fengsha Sword?"
"There is a big problem! Hahaha! "
The Venerable of the Black Magic Pavilion suddenly burst into laughter. The blurred face was revealed. It was actually a pale old face with a trace of black air like a dead person. It was still impossible to distinguish whether it was a man or a woman. It was really ugly. No wonder it used a means to hide its face. It turned out that it was too ashamed to see people.
"Ah?" The Blood Hangman was even more confused. He stared at the ugly face of the Venerable of the Black Magic Pavilion, resisted the urge to vomit, and asked strangely, "Venerable, please explain?"
"Your Highness the Third Prince of the Blood Kill Realm, have you ever heard of the legend of the Demon Sky Emperor in our Divine King's Imperial Palace?" The Venerable of the Black Magic Pavilion asked.
The Venerable of the Black Magic Pavilion actually addressed Blood Hangman as His Royal Highness the Third Prince. Could it be that Blood Hangman was really the Third Prince of the Demonic Continent? This identity was a little too heavy!
"Devil Sky Emperor?"
Blood Hangman fell into the memories of his childhood. More than fifty years had passed since the Demon God Continent crossed the Battlefield of Gods and Demons through special means and came to the Wilderness God Continent.
At that time, he was only a teenager. It was his father, the Blood Emperor, who ordered the Venerable of the Black Magic Pavilion to lead him to the Wilderness God Continent, secretly established the Black Magic Pavilion, and secretly developed the Black Magic Pavilion. After a short period of more than fifty years, the Black Magic Pavilion quickly became the largest organization in the Wilderness God Continent.
The reason why the Black Magic Pavilion developed so quickly was entirely due to the evil Blood Demon Movement and sufficient cultivation resources. The cultivation resources of the Blood Demon Movement, in addition to the treasures of heaven and earth, also required one important thing, which was human blood. The blood of women was the best, and the blood of female martial artists was the best.
The population of mortals in the Demon God Continent was sparse, far less than that of the Wilderness God Continent, and the demons who practiced the Blood Demon Movement in the Demon God Continent were far more than those in the Wilderness God Continent. Mortals had no human dignity in the Demon God Continent. They lived only to provide the blood needed by the demons.
Of course, it wasn't that there were no martial artists in the Demon God Continent, and there were many of them. It was just that their levels were generally very low. Once a high-level martial artist appeared, he would immediately be cruelly killed by the demons and become their cultivation resources.
Therefore, the martial artists and mortals in the Demon God Continent were very miserable. They were like livestock raised by the demons, living an inhuman life.
"Demon Sky Thearch, Demon Sky Thearch. Ah, I remember!"
Blood Hangman recalled for a while, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He exclaimed, "Venerable, are you talking about the heaven-defying existence that became a Thearch by killing in the Immemorial Era? Is his weapon really the Fengsha Sword? It shouldn't be. How can Demon Sky's weapon be so weak? "
"The Fengsha Sword's murderous aura soars into the sky. Its appearance and sword color are extremely similar to the description in the ancient books. As for its weak strength, it might be seriously injured?" The Venerable of the Black Magic Pavilion looked at the Fengsha Sword with an extremely fiery gaze, as though he saw an opportunity to become a Thearch. He was extremely excited.
"No wonder the Fengsha Sword, with the strength of a high-grade demon sword, can travel through the void, which is difficult for Demigod Realm experts to do. It can also enhance its own strength in battle. No wonder Xiao Chen, who has the Fengsha Sword, can improve his cultivation so quickly. It turns out that the Fengsha Sword was once the weapon used by the Demon Sky Thearch."
"Hahaha, Venerable, we have struck the jackpot. As long as we obtain the Fengsha Sword, we can obtain a lot of secrets about the Demon Sky Thearch. With the secrets of the Demon Sky Thearch, our cultivation will definitely advance by leaps and bounds. Breaking through to the Heavenly Demon Realm is just around the corner!"
The Blood Hangman recalled the performance of the Fengsha Sword in the battle just now. Coupled with the identity of the Demon Sky Thearch's weapon, he thought that he was infallible and figured out a lot of doubts in his heart. His eyes were similarly fiery and greedy as he stared at the Fengsha Sword in Xiao Chen's hand, as though a lecher had seen a naked beauty.
"En, the hope of our Xie Clan's complete rise lies on the Fengsha Sword. We must obtain the Fengsha Sword!" The Venerable of the Black Magic Pavilion nodded in agreement. His gaze shifted from the Fengsha Sword to Xiao Chen's face. He looked into Xiao Chen's eyes and threatened:
"Xiao Chen, your luck is not bad. You actually obtained the weapon of the Demon Sky Thearch, the Fengsha Sword. No wonder you can reach the Divine Dragon Realm at such a young age. It seems that you have obtained a lot of benefits from the Fengsha Sword?"
"Now I'll give you two choices. One, you take the initiative to remove the master-servant relationship with the Fengsha Sword and let me subdue the Fengsha Sword. I promise to let all of you go. Two, if you resist stubbornly to the end, I will kill all of you. I can still subdue the Fengsha Sword. Make your choice? I'll give you the time of half an incense stick. The countdown starts now! "
When the Blood Hangman heard that the Venerable of the Black Magic Pavilion wanted to subdue the Fengsha Sword himself, an imperceptible cold light flashed in his eyes. He immediately returned to his original state. He was very dissatisfied with the Venerable of the Black Magic Pavilion competing with him for the Fengsha Sword.
As the third prince of the Demon Divine King Dynasty, the Blood Hangman's status was honorable. Although the Venerable of the Black Magic Pavilion, the Blood Hangman, was his uncle, his status was not as honorable as him. If the Venerable of the Black Magic Pavilion had not reached the Half-Demon Realm, he would have killed the Blood Hangman who took advantage of his seniority. Now, he could only endure it.
"Uh …"
Xiao Chen had been silently listening to the conversation and yelling of the Blood Hangman and the Blood Hangman. He suddenly felt a little speechless. He didn't expect the Blood Hangman to recognize the Fengsha Sword's identity. Moreover, the two demons had completely mistaken his strength as the credit of the Fengsha Sword.
At this moment, Xiao Chen was less than 300 meters away from the Blood Hangman and the Blood Hangman. The latter two recognized the Fengsha Sword. Xiao Chen's heart was surging with murderous intent. He faintly handed the Fengsha Sword. "Xiao Sha, those two demons have learned of your identity. They must not be left alive. Otherwise, there will be endless troubles in the future!"
"En, they must die." The Fengsha Sword solemnly agreed. He had now recognized Xiao Chen as his new master. If others knew that he was the weapon of Demonic Sky, it would bring endless troubles to Xiao Chen.
Originally, only Xiao Chen and the Lion King knew that the Fengsha Sword was Demonic Sky's weapon. Even Xiao Haoran and the others didn't know. Now that the two demons of the Black Magic Pavilion knew of it, it wasn't a good thing.
Once the news spread to the Wilderness God Continent, the Demonic God Continent, and even the Central Plains, it would attract countless experts above the Earth Dragon Realm. It might even attract the Heaven God Realm experts, sacred beasts, and Demonic Realm demons of the Central Plains.
The Demonic Realm was equivalent to the Heaven God Realm. This was the strength level of the demon race. The demons had set the demon race's level as their level. It was obvious that they wanted to completely separate themselves from the human race and become a subordinate of the Demonic God.
Legend had it that the Demonic God created an evil cultivation technique in order to sow discord between the human race and the human race. It wasn't a pure demon race cultivation technique. A true demon race cultivation technique wouldn't poison the demons who cultivated the Demonic God Technique and turn them into something that was neither human nor ghost.
When the blood corpse saw that Xiao Chen was silent, he thought that Xiao Chen was considering which choice to make. Hence, he patiently waited. In any case, once the Fengsha Sword was in his hands, no matter what choice Xiao Chen made, Xiao Chen would have the same ending — death. How could he let Xiao Chen off?
"Swish!"
Xiao Haoran bypassed Blood Hangman and Blood Corpse and arrived beside Xiao Chen. He might not know who the Demonic Sky Great Ruler was, but he guessed that the Demonic Sky Great Ruler must be an incredible figure. As long as Xiao Chen didn't die, the Xiao Clan wouldn't perish.
Hence, he said anxiously, "Xiao Chen, you must not believe the words of the demon. Even if you hand over the Fengsha Sword, the demon will not let us off. You must leave with everyone now. I will hold off the two demons. Don't hesitate and leave now. Otherwise, everyone will die! I am going! Go! "
"Uncle Haoran, wait up!" Xiao Chen held onto Xiao Haoran, who was about to rush forward and fight the demon. Xiao Chen immediately gave Xiao Haoran a reassuring look, hinting that he had a way to deal with the current situation.
"En?"
Xiao Haoran saw calmness and calmness in the depths of Xiao Chen's eyes and was instantly stunned. He couldn't understand it and didn't know where Xiao Chen got his confidence from.
"Dadada!"
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