Dou Po: The World War Prologue

Chapter 596

Chapter 220 The Eighth Year's Bet
The incomparably vast continent, looking around, is blood red, and the entire sky is filled with a faint smell of blood.

Demon Killing Land, the most special area in one of the super continents of the Outer World, was the residence of the Demon Killer hundreds of thousands of years ago. Even after so many years, this place is still a restricted area stipulated by the Outer Territory tribe.

Those who can set foot, in addition to the five great demon envoys, there are also the former four demon emperors.

In the southern part of the mainland, among the mountains that spread for millions of miles, there are people from outside the region everywhere.

All of them gathered in this mountain range, and the demonic energy that diffused faintly, like mist, was completely absorbed by the extraterritorial vegetation between the mountains, making their growth speed ten thousand times faster than usual.

Because the demonic energy in this world is too pure and majestic, and it also shows that the masters of these demonic energy are not weak hands.

In fact, the demon clan living between this mountain range is at least the emperor of a branch of the foreign race.

It can be said that the only surviving strongmen among the foreign tribes have gathered here. In the center of the mountain range, there is a huge cave, which seems to have penetrated the entire mountain range.

Obviously, this is not a natural formation, but a change in the terrain caused by the action of a strong person.

In the cave, there are many figures sitting cross-legged, all of them are famous top existences among the evil races outside the territory. On a boulder deep in the cave, a man in white clothes sits slumped on it. The black long sword was also set aside by him.

That handsome face was full of despondency at the moment, and it was no longer as sharp as before.

This person is the only remaining one of the four great demon emperors outside the region, the Sword Demon Emperor.

A few years ago, he led the remaining clansmen to escape to this demon-killing land, and now he can't control any clan rules and taboos.

Ever since ten years ago, when the powerhouses of the Great Thousand World killed Hei Yuan, Hidden Demon Emperor and other high-ranking members of the foreign tribes, the foreign army no longer had the capital to contend with them.

The rulers of the worlds of both sides disappeared between heaven and earth again. During this period, the Sword Demon King led an army outside the domain to fight against Xiao Lin and other allied forces several times, but they all returned home with heavy losses.

Today, there are less than 250 emperors and strongmen among the alien races, and less than [-] demon saints. As for the demon emperors and the alien tribes below this level, it is unknown how many have been wiped out by the Great Thousand World.

The entire extraterritorial world has almost fallen. If it weren't for the powerhouses of the Great Thousand World not being able to adapt to this world for a long time, I am afraid that there is no place for them here today.

This was almost the annihilation of the entire race, and the Sword Demon Emperor had no choice but to bring the remaining clansmen here to linger.

More than two years have passed since the last battle.

Tang Xinlian, Xiao Lin and the others seemed not in a hurry to wipe them all out.

The truth of this, how could the Sword Demon Emperor not understand that no matter how fierce the fight between them is, the only one who can win or lose in the end is the level of the ruler.

But most of the clansmen among the foreign clans currently hold a kind of indifferent attitude.

The ruler of one side of the Great Thousand Worlds won, and what happened to them would be death.

But even if the Master Demon Envoy of one's side wins a big victory, are they really safe?

Back then, the demon slaying envoy's murderous intent enveloped the entire outer world. In his eyes, there was no difference between them, the outer races, and the Great Thousand World.

In his eyes, they are just ants.

Therefore, it doesn't matter who wins or loses in this war.

"Damn it, what should I do!"

The Sword Demon King was full of confusion. Back then, the reason why he was able to enter the world alone with one sword and one sword, and even defeated more than [-] top experts was not only because of his strength, but also because of his incomparably firm belief.

But now, he is confused, what is the point of fighting like this?
Looking at the clansmen around him with dejected expressions, his mood became more and more confused

"Oh!"

While struggling in his heart, he squeezed lightly and crushed this huge boulder directly. Now he is too lazy to stand up and simply sits on the ground like this.

There is a cold touch coming from under his body. At this moment, he seems to have forgotten that he has a cultivation base of the demon emperor level.

Where did it come from? The alien race and the creatures in the Great Thousand World have an irreconcilable hatred. They need to take everything and fight to the death. In the end, what's the point?
In a world of its own.

This world, in this world-destroying war, has experienced countless times of destruction and rebirth.

But if the master is not dead, the heaven and the earth will not be destroyed. This is a seemingly endless struggle.

The power of dominion is also endless, reaching this level, the flick of a finger is enough to turn the universe upside down, the sky crumbles, with the help of the power of heaven and earth.

In this kind of battle, the concept of time seems to be blurred, as if a day and a half have passed, as if thousands of years have passed.

Time becomes chaotic under the flood of rules, and it doesn't make any sense to go backwards and forwards.

"Futu Road, don't look back!"

Qingyan Mingling stood above a shadow, and reciting the ancient voice slowly, a miniature Pagoda of the Buddha emerged from his palm. When his words fell, on the tower, there were roads The inscription patterns like heaven and earth extended out.

Just like avenues, stretching for hundreds of millions of miles, at a certain node of each avenue, there will be one or several roads extending out again, densely packed, covering the entire world.

The ubiquitous shadows in the sky and the earth seem to be unable to escape the enveloping range of the countless roads.

"Boom!"

The whole world seemed to be trembling at this moment, and then from the countless roads, countless pagodas of the Buddha emerged. Looking carefully, there seemed to be a shadow suppressed on the towers.

"Qing Yanming, even your old ancestor can't do anything to me without paying the price. Even if you have the same means as him, so what?"

At the bottom of the pagoda standing on a certain road, there is a ray of shadow unrestrained, flowing out, vaguely turning into a hazy figure, and then on these countless roads, there is a shadow suppressed by the black tower. The shadows are all drifting away and turning into more shadows.

Seeing this, Qing Yanming said unwaveringly and flatly: "This matter has nothing to do with means, this is a debt you owe to my Buddha clan, and you must pay it back!"

Hey.

The Pagoda of the Buddha on the countless roads trembled slightly, like the small pagoda in Qing Yanming's hand, once again extended a series of inscription patterns, turning into more endless roads.

"you!"

Even if he is a Shadow Demon Envoy, he has to admit that Qing Yanming's methods are not inferior to that of the Buddha Lingdi back then, and as the master, even if he can't tell the winner, there is still a general distinction between superior and inferior.

Just like back then, he was not the enemy of Buddha Lingdi, but was suppressed by Immortal.

Chi Chi!

But the endless road stretched out by Qing Yanming became an obstacle between several people fighting, and many roads were stained with blood, and then corroded away.

After that kind of blood stained the road, it didn't stop. It actually followed the original track and infected the countless pagodas and heaven and earth inscriptions, and even extended towards Qing Yanming.

However, it didn't succeed, the three kinds of power were intertwined and descended on the blood-red road again, and the fusion of the three rules sprinkled on the blood-colored like brilliance.

In an instant, it was eliminated like melting snow.

But this kind of method really shocked Qing Yanming. This is the method of the Demon Slayer, the power of a master, not to mention a confrontation with it, even touching it will be difficult.

"Your opponent is us!"

Hundreds of millions of flames swept across it, surrounded by the original light, rising above the Immortal, Xiao Yan, Lin Dong and the three stepped on it, confronting the Demon Killer in the air.

The figure of the Shadow Demon Envoy was not as good as the dust on the monster like a giant in the sky, but the three of them were able to lock their eyes on him instantly, and said with a heavy face.

That is to say, Patriarch Qing Yanming of the Buddha is a master, and it is not easy for the Demon Slayer to take him down. Otherwise, just the moment just now is enough to cause unpredictable casualties.

They don't know how long they have been fighting here, and the outside world doesn't know how long it has passed.

The Demon Killer could not do anything to Xiao Yan, Lin Dong and the three of them, and similarly, they could not take down the Demon Killer either.

"Adversary?" The demon slaying envoy laughed when he heard the words, and said: "In this world, there has never been an opponent of this king. You are just tools I use to entertain boredom."

He didn't care, and never regarded these three as real opponents.

So what if they can compete against themselves?But with the help of three people.

"Your tone is bigger than your ability!"

Xiao Yan said indifferently, standing together with Lin Dong Muchen is to continue to attack the Demon Killer.

He has fought countless battles in his life, and although the Demon Slayer is the most difficult one, it does not mean that this person can ignore all the masters.

Demon Slayer has not yet surpassed everyone's power, otherwise, he would not be standing here long ago.

The Demon Killer smiled when he heard the words, then looked at Xiao Yan, and said, "Emperor Yan, do you still remember the bet you made with me when you and the two people beside you sealed me back?"

"What do you mean?" Xiao Yan's black pupils froze slightly.

Immediately, the demon slayer laughed and said: "In this world, no one can violate any sentence that I said to this king."

"So what?" There was immortality in Mu Chen's eyes, and behind him, there seemed to be a picture of ancient history hanging.

The corners of Demon Slayer's mouth slowly raised, and his next words caused the expressions of Xiao Yan, Lin Dong, Mu Chen and the others to change into unbelievable horror.

"Do you really think that by combining the power of the three to create such a space, you can trap this king?"

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