Fantasy: Prince Peerless, Conquer the Heavens!

Demon Master!

His name is Kunpeng.

The top strongman of the demon clan.

His greatest achievement is to create demon literature.

Except for a few innate creatures, the demon race is all native creatures in all the worlds. In the early days of its birth, due to the lack of inheritance, it was very weak.

The birth of Yaowen just made up for this shortcoming.

The strong men of the demon clan use demon texts to deduce a large number of exercises to enhance the strength of the demon clan and promote the progress of the times.

Heaven is aware of this and sends down massive amounts of merit.

With the power of merit, Kunpeng's strength rapidly increased and he became an all-powerful figure.

Unfortunately, during the later Lich War, Kunpeng became the focus of the Witch Clan's care, and his holy throne was shattered, leaving him with incurable injuries.

After learning that he was about to die soon, Kunpeng left the Ancient Demon Court alone to find a cure.

It's a pity that his footsteps traveled all over the nine heavens and passed through the nine underworlds, but he still couldn't find any chance of survival, and instead worsened his injuries.

In desperation, he had no choice but to return to Beiming, the place where dreams began, and built a mausoleum.

In order to prevent his physical body from being destroyed, he used his last strength to seal off the secret of heaven.

At this point, Kunpeng has completed his magnificent life.

After the end of the Ancient Chaotic Era, the demon race could not bear the cause and effect and became the current race in the world.

In order to restore the glory of the demon clan, the strong men of the first generation of all the heavens and clans went to the Sea of ​​Beiming to look for the demon master's mausoleum.

Rumor has it that there are countless burial objects in the Demon Master’s Mausoleum, including heavenly materials and earthly treasures, powerful magic weapons, and demon clan techniques.

However, no one knows the location of the Demon Master’s Tomb.

The strong men of the first generation of all the heavens and tribes turned the Sea of ​​Beiming upside down and found nothing, so they could only return disappointed.

After that.

Something terrible happened.

I don’t know why, but all the races in the world have gradually forgotten the demon inscriptions, and many of the magical powers left by the ancient demon court cannot be used.

Even the Demon Saint is like this.

In this way, it can explain the reason why Ditian came to the literary world in person.

Because the demon master's mausoleum was born, Wanzutang found the skills recorded in ancient demon texts and needed a strong person in the literary world to translate them.

"The emperor is wise!"

After clarifying the cause and effect, Emperor Peng couldn't help but admired.

Outsiders only see the recent defeat of all the heavens and all the races, but forget that in the previous eras, all the heavens and all the races have always had the upper hand.

And he severely trampled under his feet the human race that had succeeded in splitting the sky several times.

Only he knows that the Emperor's strength lies not only in strength, but also in wisdom that transcends the world.

This world is full of vulgar people.

Boom, boom, boom.

At this time.

A thick copper bell sounded, coming from afar.

"Let's go!"

Ditian's eyes narrowed slightly, blooming with bright light, like two big suns in the sky, but in a very short period of time, the light disappeared and the edge was hidden.

He took out a breath and said in a deep voice.

To be honest, he hates alliances.

In his view, only losers need allies.

"Unknowingly, I have become a 'loser'?"

Di Tian laughed at himself, opened the door of the palace, and saw the literary master leading the senior officials of the literary world walking towards him with a smile on his face.

"How hypocritical!"

Di Tian laughed secretly.

Then, a smile appeared on his face, which was very bright.

Next, there was an extremely complicated and boring alliance ceremony, which took a full two hours.

On the cheerful school field.

Di Tian and Wen Zhu sat opposite each other, their fairy lights twinkling like two vast worlds, eclipsing all the prosperity of the literary world.

In front of the two of them, there were two letters of alliance.

Under the watchful eyes of the powerful men on both sides, the two signed their names and stamped their seals.

"hold head high!"

"hold head high!"

In the dark, there were two dragon roars.

On the two alliance letters, the power of destiny flashes, which means that they have officially become allies.

Just when everyone was preparing to celebrate, the golden dragon of luck in the book suddenly became manic and restless, running around as if to avoid danger.

The author frowned slightly and said to Ditian: "Imperial master, wait a moment, I will find out the reason!"

Luck golden dragon riot.

That's not a good sign.

"Um!"

Di Tian nodded and signaled the author to get busy. Then, his eyes narrowed and he looked at the endless starry sky: "Huh?"

The change in tone made the author startled, and he quickly asked: "Emperor, have you discovered anything?"

“The literary world is in trouble!”

Ditian was silent for a moment and said in a concentrated voice.

The author was stunned.

Next breath.

A huge blood-colored sword of destiny fell into the literary world, annihilating a large area of ​​​​the void, exploding thousands of ways, and making the mountain of books that had existed for several epochs tremble.

For a moment, all living beings in the literary world felt like they had been seen through.

It is as if this bloody knife that suddenly appeared has countless pairs of eyes that can see through everything, everyone's secrets, and everything in the world.

"broken!"

The author roared angrily, his white hair flying.

Countless strands of literary energy burst out from his eyes, vast and mighty, like a long river of literature, rushing towards the sky, washing the world.

On the other side, in the vast world of Tai Xuantian.

In the 'Dragon-Slaying Formation', there is a scene where the Qi Luck Sword is being slashed and the author of the article is struggling to take action.

On the Baizhang Taoist platform, Zhang Sanfeng looked calm and said in a cold voice: "Is it useful? Kill with the knife of luck!"

The blood is blazing.

The power of luck has greatly increased.

The blood-colored sword of destiny passed directly through the long river of culture, just like forces at two different latitudes, clearly on the same plane, but passing by each other.

"What?"

The author exclaimed, looking at the Knife of Fate in disbelief, his face filled with disbelief.

How could his attack be ineffective?

"This is the method used by the Destiny Master, specifically to attack the Luck Golden Dragon!"

Di Tian explained his confusion, his mind was racing and he was secretly horrified.

In this sword of destiny, he sensed a very majestic power of destiny, one or two stronger than him.

It was this discovery that he found difficult to accept.

He is an eighth-level destiny master!

After the death of Emperor Tianyun, he became the most powerful destiny master in the universe.

"Luck Golden Dragon!"

The author's heart trembled, and he realized that something was wrong. He raised his hands to Di Tian and said, "Emperor, you can't just die without saving me!"

The literary world specializes in literature.

Naturally there is no powerful destiny master!

"Let me try it!"

Di Tian did not refuse. After all, they had just become allies.

One step.

His body broke through the air, and the vast power of destiny burst out, sweeping across all directions, controlling the secrets of the literary world, and condensing a colorless sword of destiny.

Boom!

Not waiting for his next move.

The bloody sword of luck fell and hit the sword of luck, making a shocking explosion.

The violent aftermath of Destiny spread, mixed with evil spirits and murderous intent, and shattered the secrets of the literary world. If this attack had not been directed at Destiny, I am afraid that the entire literary world would have been turned into powder.

Even so, the destructive power cannot be underestimated.

With Shushan as the center, the future destiny of countless creatures has been cut off.

Everyone wailed, as if something very important had completely disappeared.

Only Daluo Jinxian warriors can use the Daluo fruit position to protect themselves, resist the violent power of destiny, and preserve their own luck.