Fantasy: Unlimited Investment, The Heroine Becomes The Villain

"What, this is all rubbish."

At this time, Yan Mo and Ling Mo Chong were injured by Yan Mo, and the demon king could not take care of Lin Yuan.

He went directly to save Yan Mo and Ling Mo Chong.

As soon as he arrived at the barrier entrance, he saw the guardians on the left and right who were trampled under the feet of Elder Xuan Bing.

Elder Xuan Bing kicked one at a time.

Seeing him coming, he said in a cold voice: "You Demon Race are so outrageous that you actually broke the agreement we made back then."

Demon Race and the Gods made an agreement tens of thousands of years ago not to invade the territory of each race.

Although the war between the two races is imminent, the Demon King has already tried to send Demon Race's black energy to the Gods before they actually fight.

"So what? Over the past tens of thousands of years, our Demon Race has grown so big that we can completely swallow your protoss. Why should I respect the original agreement?"

"Anyway, in the eyes of the Gods, we Demon Race have always been treacherous villains."

The Demon Lord obviously didn't care about Elder Xuan Bing's accusation.

Knowing the Demon Lord's intention, Elder Xuan Bing stopped talking nonsense with him and started fighting directly.

I saw the jade piano in front of Elder Xuan Bing floating up, and with a tap of his fingertips, a burst of powerful spiritual power attacked the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord did not show any weakness at all. As soon as he drew out his scimitar, powerful demonic energy enveloped the surroundings.

The two forces surged around, and the barrier seemed to be shaking.

The surrounding demon soldiers and the approaching gods watched the battle from a distance.

No one can say now who will win.

The Demon Lord fought tens of thousands of years ago and was cut in half by the God of War. If Demon Race hadn't been lucky enough to have the divine treasure, he would have turned into a wild ghost by now.

After hundreds of thousands of years of precipitation and cultivation, Demon Lord's current cultivation level has only recovered to two-thirds of its original state.

Elder Xuan Bing, who still had Cultivation Talent back then, is now as talented as the current Demon Lord.

The two of them fought, their strength blended and they tore apart.

For the sake of both the demon soldiers and the gods, they retreated a hundred meters and did not dare to move forward lightly.

In fact, these two forces are too powerful, and they may be affected by the force once they get close.

The current cultivation levels of Elder Xuan Bing and Demon Lord are in the Eighth Layer of the Golden Cultivation Realm.

The surrounding demon soldiers and gods have different levels of cultivation, but they are all far different from those in the golden cultivation realm.

Just one punch from the two of them can directly shatter their Dantian and break their immortal bones.

Elder Xuan Bing and Demon Lord fought for an unknown amount of time.

It was dark and light, light and dark.

Everyone's attention was on Demon Lord and Elder Xuan Bing at the moment, and no one thought of Lin Yuan who secretly entered Demon Race.

After Lin Yuan was brought back by the demon soldiers, he did not see the demon king immediately. Instead, he was thrown directly into the dungeon by the demon soldiers.

Lin Yuan didn't panic and started practicing directly in the dungeon.

Having just absorbed the power of the God of War, the power in his body was unstable, and there were signs of faint rupture in his Dantian.

If the power is not absorbed in time, the consequences will be extremely serious.

Those magic soldiers seemed to have forgotten about him, and they did not think of him within three days.

Lin Yuan was immersed in the practice, and three days passed unknowingly.

When he opened his eyes again, Lin Yuan's eyes were obviously more determined.

Within three days of power fusion, he could already feel that his power had become so powerful that it shocked even the gods.

In just three days, his strength has directly broken through from the Fifth Layer of the Imperial Moon Realm to the Ninth Layer of the Golden Cultivation Realm.

Now all he needs is an opportunity to break through the Golden Cultivation Realm and reach the Great Desolate Realm.

In three days, he broke through two major realms and more than twenty minor realms.

There is probably no one in the world who can break through two major realms in three days without going crazy.

Lin Yuan was so excited that he couldn't help but want to try it out.

As soon as they merged like this, he felt a strong warmth.

The heat flowed from his Dantian to his limbs and into his blood vessels. He now felt that his whole body was full of strength.

He stood up and found that the iron chains that trapped him were still firmly trapped on his body.

It's just that at this time, his power has reached the Ninth Layer.

The junk in front of him had no effect on him at all.

However, Lin Yuan did not break free from the iron lock immediately.

Leaning against the door, I heard the magic soldiers guarding outside chatting.

"You said we've been fighting for three days and three nights. What's going on with the Demon Lord? Can we win?"

"I don't know. If the Demon Lord from a hundred thousand years ago would have been able to kill the old man with one palm, wasn't the Demon Lord injured in the battle a hundred thousand years ago? His strength is now about the same as that of the old man. "

"But don't worry, I heard that the Demon Lord wasn't injured either."

"Then why continue to fight?"

"This is not something we can worry about. We can't guess what the Demon Lord is thinking."

...

After hearing the conversation of several demon soldiers, Lin Yuan vaguely sorted out the situation outside.

Elder Xuan Bing should still be fighting with the Demon Lord.

Thinking of this, he was planning to go out to support Elder Xuan Bing.

But I heard a burst of noisy footsteps outside, and several demon soldiers came in. They looked at the jailers in the dungeon, "Bring me the protoss boy you caught a few days ago to the Demon Lord's Demon Palace. The Demon Lord said I want to see him."

Several magic soldier jailers looked curious.

"Isn't the Demon Lord fighting with Elder Xuan Bing of the God Clan? Is the fight over? Who won?"

The newly arrived demon soldier glanced at the jailer and rolled his eyes, "We have been fighting for three days and three nights. The demon king will not be tired, but there is no winner. Each of us takes a step back and there is no fight. .”

"That's it!" the jailer said, quickly took out the key from his arms, and led a few demon soldiers who came in to find Lin Yuan.

Seeing several demon soldiers approaching, Lin Yuan quickly rolled from the dungeon door to the corner of the dungeon, and then pretended to sleep.

The ordered demon soldier looked at the people in the dungeon and asked the jailer: "What has he been doing these days?"

Several jailers, except Lin Yuan, watched him carefully when he first came in, but later saw that he was calm and left him alone.

Now when Mo Mo asked, he could only lie, "I've been staying peacefully in prison these past few days, sleeping."

The demon soldier took a look and saw that Lin Yuan was indeed sleeping in the corner.

"Bring the people out."

The jailer came in and tried to kick Lin Yuan on the back to wake him up.

But before the jailer's kick could reach Lin Yuan, Lin Yuan suddenly stood up from the ground, and when the jailer was caught off guard, he kicked him over.

Hearing an ouch, the jailer clutched his waist and rolled on the ground in pain.

It hurt so much that sweat broke out on his forehead.

Lin Yuan's kick used 100% of his force and almost broke his fragile bones.

The demon soldier who ordered the people to leave cursed "trash" and then raised his eyes to look at Lin Yuan. Just at this glance, his heart shrank and his whole body became cold.

Lin Yuan's frightening eyes made him feel like a gleam on his back. He saw murderous intent in Lin Yuan's eyes.

The words he intended to say suddenly became stuttering, "You, why are you staring at me? You will die soon."