Fantasy: Prince Peerless, Conquer the Heavens!

Chapter 785 Freshman Competition Begins

"wrong!"

"If you have the "Great Method of Planting Demons in the Dao Heart", why don't you practice it yourself?"

Suddenly, Ji Huangdao woke up, the greed in his eyes disappeared, replaced by vigilance.

As the prince of a country, he is naturally not stupid. If he were replaced by Ning Suifeng, he would definitely practice it as soon as possible after obtaining the "Dao Heart Demon Planting Technique" and hide it tightly, for fear of being discovered by outsiders.

As for whether he would fall into the devil's path by practicing "The Dao Heart Demon Planting Technique", he would not worry, let alone hesitate.

That is a technique created by the Demon Ancestor, which can lead to the Taoist Saint!

Dao Sage, the pinnacle of power in all heavens and worlds.

If a powerful Dao Saint were born in the human race, he would immediately be able to crush all the races in the world.

"It's not that I don't want to practice, it's just that I can't practice. In the era when the Demon Ancestor lived, there were countless innate creatures and powerful chaotic alien species. Their talents were countless times better than ours!"

"When I got the technique, I also tried to practice it, but found that it didn't work at all!"

"According to my estimation, one must be at least an unparalleled genius in order to practice!"

"Moreover, the "Dao Heart Demon Planting Technique" I got only has one level. Even if it is successfully practiced, it can only be used as an auxiliary technique!"

Ning Suifeng explained, with a bitter look on his face.

He had the supreme skill in his hand, but he couldn't practice it, which made him very unwilling.

Ji Huangdao said nothing, his eyes were deep and he stared at Ning Suifeng, as if he wanted to see through the latter and see through him.

"Hand over the skills!"

"This prince can help you deal with the Great Qin Tianjiao!"

After a while, Emperor Ji spoke out.

His black hair fell down all over his head, and his voice was like the blazing sun, towering over the nine heavens, enigmatic and unfathomable.

Ning Suifeng didn't waste any time and took out a broken piece of inherited jade from his personal space. The magic light lingered, exuding endless power and dyeing the void black.

Ning Suifeng glanced at the inherited jade with a little regret, and handed it to Ji Huangdao.

"By the way, where did you get this residual skill?"

Ji Huangdao played with the inherited jade stone, without checking the content, and asked curiously.

"The place where the gods fell!"

Since he couldn't practice the "Dao Heart Demon Planting Technique" anyway, Ning Suifeng didn't hide anything and told him in detail the place where he got the inheritance.

A few minutes later, Ning Suifeng left the palace with a smile on his face.

"It's a pity that this is a incomplete work!"

Inside the main hall, Ji Huangdao began to look at the inherited jade, showing a hint of disappointment.

There is only one level of the "Dao Heart Demon Seed Technique", which is of almost no help to his cultivation. The only thing that is of some use is that it can condense a demon seed!

He looked at the inherited jade and hesitated!

What exactly is cultivation?

Or not practicing?

In fact, when he hesitated, he had already been affected by the magic power. Wisps of evil energy spread silently from the inherited jade, carrying a strong temptation, as if there were countless evil hands pulling at Ji Huangdao's soul.

, falling into the endless abyss.

"By practicing demonic skills and condensing demonic seeds, I, the prince, can enslave Qin Wudao and take all the geniuses of Great Qin under his command!"

Not long after, Ji Huangdao's facial expression began to distort, and this idea came up.

Finally, he closed his eyes and began to operate the "Dao Heart Demon Planting Technique", condensing a black magic seal in his Dantian filled with the energy of the Imperial Dao.

After all, he couldn't resist the temptation and chose to practice!

"Finally someone started practicing!"

Just when Ji Huangdao began to practice the "Dao Heart Demon Planting Technique", on the fourth floor of the Land of God's Fall, pure demonic energy surged, covering the heaven and earth.

On a dry mountain, Rahu is sitting cross-legged, with the supreme demonic shadow behind him, whose height cannot be measured, with nine heavens above his head and nine netherworld under his feet, suppressing everything.

"Twelve levels of magic power!"

"There are twelve chess pieces. The human race already has a chess player. So who should be the next chess piece?"

Luo Hu opened his eyes and murmured to himself.

He raised his head and looked into the distance, through endless time and space, and landed on a mountain range.

In the stretching mountains, there live countless unparalleled monsters, including giant rocs thousands of miles away, giant apes with gods and demons, greedy wolves that roar at the moon, and giant tigers that are taller than the mountains.

In the center of the mountain range, there is a colorful stone egg, bathed in the light of thousands of miles of fire. The Hongmeng Dao of Fire is entrenched around the stone egg, continuously providing energy.

A supreme and terrifying coercion emanated from the stone eggs, making the great demon living in the mountains feel frightened and unable to help but feel a sense of surrender.

"If nothing else happens, the clan master will be born soon!"

A tiger demon came out and said. It had thick limbs and sharp claws like knives. In the middle of its eyebrows, there was a golden word "king" that made people dare not look directly at it.

"The son of the clan is the son of the Emperor and the Chaos Black Bird. He inherited the talents of the two innate creatures, and was nurtured by the Hongmeng Dao of Fire for two epochs. Once he is born, his qualifications are comparable to those of the Chaos Gods and Demons!"

Beside it, a big roc said, his eyes wild and excited.

Chaos Gods and Demons!

That was a creature from before the creation of the world, a terrifying existence that could single-handedly control the principles of Hongmeng.

He seemed to see the moment when the clan leader was born, his destiny fell into all the heavens and all the races, and he was the only one in the Nine Heavens.

However, they did not notice that a wisp of black gas quietly fell into the stone egg.

The scene of three days was gone in a flash.

When a ray of sunlight fell in the early morning, nine thick copper bells resounded through the Xinhuo Academy, scattering the clouds and crushing the purple air.

The freshman competition has begun!

In Wolong Mountain, all the new students opened their eyes and showed various expressions.

Some are excited, some are melancholy!

These excited people are naturally powerful geniuses, ready to make a name for themselves in the 'Freshman Competition'.

And those melancholy people are weak and talented people who cannot face the 'Freshman Competition' directly and even want to retreat.

"Qin Wudao, surrender!"

Ji Huangdao, who had been practicing for three days, showed a sneer, waved his right hand, and a demon seal appeared. The demonic energy vibrated, revealing a thrilling power.

Its power is irreversible!

"war!"

In a certain palace, a strong man shouted, holding two heavy axes, and strode out of the palace.

Under the illumination of the morning sun, the interlaced wounds on his body glowed with blood, moving with his steps, forming an ancient and sinister picture.

He comes from the wilderness, and his name is Tyranny!

Following the master's orders, you must carve out a piece of heaven in the Nine Heavens, otherwise you will be thrown back into the primeval forest and continue to live a life of drinking blood and consuming hair.

"I don't know if there are thousands of geniuses out there, who can block my sword?"

On an ancient tree, stood a swordsman in white. With a little step, he turned into a ray of sword light and crossed the sky.

The swordsman in white, Duan Jianghe!

"The Ziwei Emperor Star belongs to me!"

At the foot of the mountain, a young man whispered, holding his hands behind his back, walking slowly and unhurriedly, but with every step he took, he could move several miles.

Shrink into an inch!

This person is from the fourth heaven, the grandson of the great elder of the Song family, Song Tianming!

Outside the bamboo forest.

"Let's go!"

Qin Wudao walked out of the palace, looked at the standing Qin Tianjiao, and said with a smile.

(End of chapter)