Martial God Sovereign

Chapter 2102

Inside the dark hall, it was extremely depressed. The walls are carved with terrible images of evil spirits sucking blood, and the surrounding pillars are entirely carved from human bones. In the center of the palace, there is a huge blood pool, in which the blood plops like spring water. On the bank of the blood pond, there was a futon, and on the futon, sat cross-legged an old man in a black robe, skinny and skinny.

The old man's skin was a little pale, and it was in stark contrast with the blood red in the blood pool.

Opposite the old man, there was a man with a raging back waist, with blood rolling in his body, giving people a feeling of roaring rivers.

When most people came here, they were so depressed that they couldn't lift their heads, especially in front of this skinny old man who was like a dead man, it was even more frightened and chilling. But this man, holding his hands, quietly looked at the old man. There was a hint of contempt in his eyes.

People who dared to be so disrespectful to the ancestor of the Demon Cult were all unscrewed by him and put all the blood in the body in this blood pool. At this moment, the skinny old man was disrespectful to the other party as if he hadn't seen it.

"What is it that you need a fellow daoist to visit in person?"

The demon ancestor spoke, revealing a few teeth that were almost lost, and it seemed that the words were leaking, so that the words were not so clear.

This is a person close to Huadao, but the gloomy feeling when speaking makes it impossible to underestimate his energy.

Only a master of the quasi-emperor level like Yuan Kui can stay here, and anyone who changes to the demon sect here, even the master of the demon sect, has to crawl on the ground and dare not look directly.

Yuan Kui didn't answer, but asked, "A Taoist fellow hasn't walked around in the world for 800 years, right?"

The demon ancestor was silent for a while, and said with some emotion: "To be precise, it is 837 years. I am afraid the outside world has forgotten me a long time ago?"

The ancestor of the Demon Cult looked at Yuan Kui sternly, as if he was very fancy about the outsiders if he had forgotten him.

Yuan Kui said: "The young man naturally doesn't know, but your old opponents shouldn't forget."

"Haha..." The Demon Cult ancestor suddenly laughed, giving people a feeling that he would burp when he smiled. In the end, he finished laughing. Instead of burping, his pale face appeared. With a blush, he said, "As long as they remember, it's enough."

Yuan Kui said disapprovingly: "If the Taoists don't go out for a walk, they might forget it too."

The demon ancestor retracted his gaze, looked at his own hands, and said with a mockery: "My old bone, if I go out and walk around again, what can I do if I can't come back?"

The words of the ancestor of the demon sect were not joking, but rather sad. Even Yuankui was somewhat affected.

Isn't the ancestor of the Demon Cult at this time a portrayal of the hero's twilight?

Yuan Kui sighed secretly, put away his contempt, and said, "If fellow Daoists are willing to go out and go for a while, I guarantee that fellow Daoists will not only come back safely and safely, but they will also be alive and well."

The ancestor of the Demon Cult smiled bitterly: "It's amazing to be able to come back safely, how can you expect to be alive and kicking?"

Yuan Kui said, "What if I guarantee that fellow Daoists will receive another 30 years of life?"

"Oh?" In the eyes of the Demon Cult ancestor, two bright lights shot out, but they soon dimmed, and said: "It's not easy!"

The powerhouse in the early days of Emperor Zhun had a lifespan of thousands of years. Thirty years is really not worth mentioning. But reaching the age of the ancestor of the demon sect is approaching, let alone a hundred years, even ten years is a luxury.

Had it not been for these eight hundred years, he would no longer care about the cumbersome things in the world, and devote himself to cultivating enlightenment, understanding the destiny, and having endless spiritual blood warmth, I am afraid that he would have died long ago and turned into a dead bone.

Now, the ancestor of the Demon Cult has already sensed that the limit is rapidly approaching. I am afraid that he will not survive at most three years. His living legend will soon become a legend.

As a result, Shen Ting had promised a lot of benefits before, and he did not agree to let him go out. He did not expect Yuan Kui, a heavyweight figure, to go out in person.

The more Shen Ting attaches such importance, the ancestors of the Demon Cult naturally dare not easily agree.

Even if the other party promised 30 years of life as a reward, it just didn't cause much waves.

Although the thirty-year birthday is attractive, if the next thing to do might threaten his life, he still feels that it is more appropriate to guard his three years.

The more he reached his level, the more he was afraid of death.

Yuan Kui could see through the mind of the demon ancestor at a glance, and when he turned his palm, a jade bottle appeared in the palm of his hand. Vaguely visible, inside the jade bottle was a cat's eye-sized pill.

Yuan Kui said: "This pill, named Jiuyang Huidan, contains the power of the nine suns, and is the supreme treasure pill that enhances longevity. It is our Shenting, and there are only three left at this time. It is handed down from the ancient times. I think the Taoist friends should have heard of this pill. If the Taoists refine this pill, not to mention many, they will definitely win their 30-year life."

The dim gaze of the ancestor of the Demon Cult brightened instantly, staring at the pill in Yuan Kui's hand, and said: "The old man has naturally heard of this pill, but I didn't expect it to be in the Shenting."

The tone of the ancestor of the Demon Cult has become a bit high-pitched, and the pool of stagnant water in his heart has stirred thousands of waves.

In the past few hundred years, he has read countless ancient books, and he has naturally heard of Jiuyang Huidan, which can improve lifespan, help others and kill the destiny. I once sent someone to the God's Court to find out, but I didn't get any news.

If the pill in front of him is really Jiuyang Huiping Pill, then he can definitely compete with the sky for another 30 years of life, even if it is worth fighting for with his life.

The ancestor of the Demon Cult is worthy of a generation of heroes, and soon suppressed the excitement in his heart, and asked: "What do you want the old man to do?"

Yuan Kui smiled and said, "It's refreshing, I need fellow Daoist and I to kill someone."

The demon ancestor frowned and asked: "Who?"

There are only a handful of people who can make Shen Ting not hesitate to spend a Nine Sun Recovery Pill to kill with Yuan Kui. Those few characters, but all the ancestors of the Demon Cult have always been more jealous.

Yuan Kui said: "Han Yu. I'm afraid Brother Dao has never heard of this person."

The ancestor of the demon sect said in surprise: "Sky Swallowing Devil Body, Han Yu?"

"Oh?" Yuan Kui said unexpectedly, "I didn't expect Fellow Daoist to have heard of him."

The ancestor of the Demon Cult said: "He has been in the limelight recently, and he doesn't want to know."

Yuan Kui said disdainfully: "It's a younger generation who knows nothing about life and death!"

The demon ancestor asked, "Really only kill this person?"

Yuan Kui said: "Just him."

The demon ancestor said cheerfully: "Okay, I promise."

He didn't understand why Shen Ting only dealt with a small Han Yu, why such a big fight. But he didn't need to understand that by killing a little Han Yu, he could get the treasure of Jiuyang Huidan. It was really a great deal, and there was no reason to refuse.