Becoming an immortal against the will of heaven

However, Ling Xiaozi no longer had time to worry about all of this, because he knew that if he didn't run now, his fate would definitely be the same as this Decimus Demon.

Thinking of this, Ling Xiaozi gritted his teeth and fled forward with all his strength.

Moreover, during the flight, Ling Xiaozi flipped his hand and took out a yellow jade slip.

Then he bit his fingertip and quickly engraved everything that happened today on this jade slip. He crushed it suddenly, and a golden light ball rushed out of the jade slip, turning into a stream of light and shooting towards the south at top speed.

After doing all this, Ling Xiaozi breathed a sigh of relief, but just as he was about to speed up, a sense of unease and fear suddenly burst out in his mind.

Without even thinking, Ling Xiaozi suddenly changed direction and flashed to the side at top speed.

"Boom..."

Just after he dodged, a hundred-zhang giant mountain beneath him suddenly exploded and turned into dust all over the sky.

Seeing this scene, Ling Xiaozi's forehead was covered with cold sweat, because he knew that if he hadn't dodged in time, he would have turned into powder like this giant mountain just now.

Thinking of this, Ling Xiaozi hurriedly turned around and was shocked to find that the demon god covered in scales was walking towards him, and as his long tail danced, small mountains were instantly reduced to ashes.

Seeing this, Ling Xiaozi couldn't help but widen his eyes. He really couldn't figure out what kind of deity Chen Tian was, and why he would have such a strange incarnation.

However, after a slight daze, he tightened his mind again, knowing that if he didn't escape, he would be in danger.

So he gritted his teeth, and the spiritual power of his whole body surged in his body like a tide. With a movement of his figure, he was about to continue flying forward.

But at this moment, an unexpected phenomenon appeared.

Thinking of this, Ling Xiaozi couldn't help but panic. He desperately urged his spiritual power, wanting to break through this restraint and escape.

But what made him feel extremely desperate was that no matter how hard he tried, the spiritual power in his body simply didn't listen to his orders, and as the golden giant approached, these spiritual powers seemed to be extremely frightened, and they couldn't stop humming and trembling.

The spiritual power exploded and instantly impacted Ling Xiaozi's meridians, causing them to rupture one after another. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of thick blood.

At this time, Chen Tian had already chased up unhurriedly, standing in front of Ling Xiaozi, surrounded by three giants, as if he were a god.

Looking at Ling Xiaozi, who was unable to move under the oppression of endless aura, Chen Tian said with a blank expression and a cold voice: "Anyone who knows the secret of my body, die!"

As he said that, Chen Tian stretched out his index finger, and behind him, the three giants also stretched out their fingers. Immediately afterwards, a shocking and earth-shattering powerful aura burst out, shaking the mountains within a three-hundred-mile radius into ashes.

When the dust in the sky dissipated again, there was no trace of Ling Xiaozi here. Similarly, Chen Tian and the three giants had also disappeared!

...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ......

At the northernmost end of the Qian Yuan Continent, inside a magnificent palace, a drunken and dreamy banquet was being staged.

Hundreds of demon women with beast ears, thin gauze skirts, and graceful figures were dancing in the center of the palace covered with huge red carpets. Their dance steps were light, and their expressions were charming, seducing the surrounding men to drool and their eyes were about to stare straight.

However, they did not dare to have any dissatisfaction, and their eyes looking at this man were even more respectful.

This is the location of the headquarters of the Demon God Sect, and the man who enjoys the blessings of Qi is none other than Ji Ao!

And under the big bed, there was also an old man with a red face, who was Duan Muya.

Although on the surface, the sect master of the Demon God Sect is Duan Muya, everyone knows that this Ji Ao is the real person in power.

At the same time, they are even more clear that Ji Ao has an extraordinary identity. He is a demon god from the upper realm. This time he descended to the mortal world to lead the demon disciples to reproduce their glory.

Therefore, these people's attitude towards Ji Ao can be described as extremely respectful, and they dare not disobey in the slightest.

Every day, they offer the most sumptuous delicacies, arrange the most wonderful songs and dances, and even select the most beautiful fairies from the demon race to serve Ji Ao in order to please him.

And Ji Ao gradually forgot himself in this day-to-day drunken dream, completely immersed in enjoyment.

Today is the same as usual. The newly selected twenty-three beautiful demon women are using all their means to try their best to please Ji Ao.

At first, Ji Ao quite enjoyed this fragrant scene, but suddenly, as if he sensed something, his expression changed, and he hurriedly sat up, turned to the east, and a trace of gloom appeared in his eyes.

Seeing this sudden change, Duan Muya, who was smiling beside him, was also slightly startled. He quietly waved his hand, signaling those bewildered maids to leave.

Until everyone had left, Duan Muya took a step forward and said respectfully: "Demon God, are you dissatisfied with today's arrangement?"

Ji Ao ignored Duan Muya, but said to himself in a cold voice: "It's been more than a hundred years, Chen Tian, you have finally shown your face again."

"What? Chen Tian!" Hearing Ji Ao say such a name, Duan Muya's face suddenly changed. He didn't know why Ji Ao would suddenly mention this person for no reason?

Just as Duan Muya was curious and wanted to ask Ji Ao further, Ji Ao sneered again, and then his figure slowly became illusory and disappeared from the big bed.