Fantasy: Prince Peerless, Conquer the Heavens!

Hall of Ten Thousand Races.

In the Hanging Emperor's Palace.

Di Tian is sitting above, wearing a golden robe, with firelight lingering around him, like a sun, blooming with immeasurable light, which can shine on the nine heavens and ten earth.

Beside him, Bai Ze stood with his hands behind his back, wearing a white robe, with his hair hanging down behind him. His hair was shining and translucent, dancing in the wind, and giving off a breath of vicissitudes of life.

Neither of them spoke, as if they were waiting for something.

"Emperor, all the classics have been translated!"

After an unknown amount of time, a pale, skinny figure with a weak breath walked in.

This person is the author of the article!

In his hand, he held a space ring.

"Thanks a lot!"

When Di Tian heard this, he stood up quickly, walked down the nine steps, took the space ring from the master of the text, and said with a smile.

While speaking, he released a ray of soul power and found that the space ring was already filled with translated classics, and the smile on his face became even brighter.

Then, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and he slowly stretched out his right hand and placed it on the head of the author.

"But it's time for you to hit the road!"

Di Tian said calmly.

The ancient demon court classics are crucial to the rise of all races in the world.

Therefore, he wanted to ensure that the contents of the classics were correct, and the simplest and crudest method was to search for the soul of the author.

In the palm of his hand, brilliant black light condensed, distorting time and space, destroying nothingness, carrying soul-eating power, and being extremely evil.

"Before you die, can the emperor grant me two wishes?"

Regarding this, the author did not panic at all. He seemed to have already guessed it and asked in a hoarse voice.

"you say!"

Di Tian paused slightly in his hand movements and asked.

"First, after I die, find a good cemetery for me, with the tombstone facing the literary world!"

"Second, after the emperor killed Qin Wudao, he placed his head in front of my tomb!"

The author said in a deep voice.

When Qin Wudao was mentioned, his eyes burst out with rage.

He hates it!

If it were not for the Great Qin Immortal Court, he would still be the aloof master of the literary world.

If it weren't for the Great Qin Immortal Court, why would he have been abandoned by the Heavenly Wen lineage and become a waste?

This hatred and resentment has exceeded life and death.

Because of this, he spent all his time translating ancient demon texts and used his own life as a bargaining chip, just to make the Great Qin Immortal Palace perish as soon as possible.

"Can!"

“Have a nice trip!”

Faced with the article owner's conditions, Di Tian agreed without even thinking about it.

After the words fell, he used his five fingers to crush the skull of the text owner, and the black soul-eating power poured in to search the text owner's memory.

Two hours later, Ditian took back his right hand, took out a silk scarf, and wiped his bloody fingers.

As for the body of the author, it was already cold.

"Emperor, how are you?"

Bai Ze stepped forward and asked.

"No problem!"

Di Tian nodded with a smile, no longer as majestic and calm as before, and said excitedly: "There are methods for becoming a saint, methods for getting rid of karma, and methods for rebuilding the Demon Court!"

But there was one thing he didn't say.

Among all the classics, there is a book called "The Art of Ten Thousand Demons", which is a method practiced by the ancient demon king.

Among the exercises, there are methods to condense the ‘holy position’.

Holy throne!

The foundation of sanctification and enlightenment.

It is also the most critical step, just like breaking through the Daluo Golden Immortal requires condensing the Daluo Attainment Status.

Without the method of condensing the ‘Holy Position’, no matter how talented you are, you will not be able to break through.

The techniques for becoming a saint also have strengths and weaknesses.

"The Art of Ten Thousand Demons"!

It is the most powerful method of becoming a saint in the ancient Demon Court.

"Congratulations, Emperor!"

After hearing this, Bai Ze was also full of excitement. With these inheritances, they are expected to break through the quasi-sage, rebuild the demon court, and restore the honor of the demon clan.

"Emperor!"

At this moment, a rapid sound of footsteps was heard, and the golden silkworm, who had rushed back from the eighth heaven, walked in, with a sad look on his face, and respectfully reported: "The Demon King of Jiujiang has fallen!"

As soon as these words came out.

The joyful atmosphere in the hall disappeared in an instant.

"What's going on?"

The smile on Di Tian's face disappeared and he asked coldly.

Jiujiang was his right-hand man who controlled the intelligence agency "Jinyi" of Wanzutang. Now his death will definitely seriously affect the intelligence system of Wanzutang.

"Yesterday, Jiujiang led the 'Jinyi' elite dead soldiers to the eighth heaven to ambush Qin Wudao, but failed!"

"My subordinates have made some inquiries and can confirm that there is an Immortal Emperor Wenxiu in the Great Qin Immortal Court. As for who he is, we are still not sure!"

Jin Can said in a deep voice, his eyes filled with murderous intent, anger, and fear.

The development speed of Da Qin Xianting is really too fast.

"Da Qin Xianting, you are looking for death!"

Di Tian clenched his fists, his face was cold, and his infinite murderous aura erupted, covering the sky and the sun, covering everything in the sky.

After learning about the fall of Jiujiang, his murderous intention towards Da Qin Xianting once again reached a new peak.

First, Jiuzi was killed!

Now his right arm is being killed!

It made him have the urge to send troops to the Great Qin Immortal Court again regardless of everything.

boom!

This thought arises.

The sky in Hokutei Province shook.

The wind and clouds in the sky surged, and a golden crow appeared, revealing its peerless power, causing the sky and the earth to change color, and the sun and moon to lose light. It even affected the meteorites outside the world's sky, falling into the world and turning into nothingness.

"Emperor, calm down!"

"The most urgent task now is to learn the inheritance of the ancient Demon Court, expel karma, and rebuild the Demon Court!"

"As for the Great Qin Immortal Court, it won't be too late to send troops after His Majesty ascends the throne!"

Seeing Di Tian who was about to lose his mind, Bai Ze quickly tried to dissuade him.

And when his words fell on Jin Can's ears, they were like the roar of thousands of thunders, and he was completely stunned.

Ascend to the throne?

Rebuilding the Demon Court?

Could it be.

"I know!"

After hearing Bai Ze's words, Di Tian temporarily calmed down. He knew that if he started a war with Da Qin Xianting now, he would definitely lose.

Over the past few hundred years, all the tribes in the world have been entangled in karma. Even if he used the essence and blood of the ancient demon to enhance the bloodline of the tribe, his strength would not improve much.

So, he still needs to wait.

Wait until the karma is eliminated!

Wait until he establishes the Demon Court and strengthens the strength of the clan!

Until then, it is the best time to declare war on the human race!

Juxu Mountain!

Cangjie Cave Mansion!

Chen Sheng and Wu Guang overcame many difficulties and came to a magical place.

In front of the two people, there are countless sacred mountains that reach into the sky and reach the earth. They look like sharp swords, crazy knives, dragons and tigers, etc., revealing their majestic momentum.

If you look carefully, you will find that on the top of every giant mountain, there is a statue of ten thousand feet, blooming with billions of divine lights, as if it is not among the six paths, not within the five elements, and transcends Yin and Yang.

These statues include men and women, old and young.

These statues include generals in armor, literati with feather fans and turbans, and swordsmen who act chivalrously.

These statues also show different postures. Some have their hands on their backs, some hold their soldiers high, some look up to the sky and roar, and some look ferocious.

Each statue has its own characteristics and is different.

But one thing is the same, that is, they are all ancestors of the human race.