Mortal Bones

"After the sword battle with Zhenwu, I lost all interest in life, so I discussed with Xuanhuang and asked him to help me seal the demon species with my soul, and then imprisoned myself in Xuanhuang Tower to end my remaining life."

After saying this, Di Yang leaned against the tree in the painting and looked up at the sky with a lifeless expression.

Hearing this, Xu Taiping and Fairy Lingyue looked at each other with astonishment on their faces.

"Why did you come here to find me today? If nothing happens, just close this painting. I'm getting sleepy. I used to sleep for a hundred years, but recently I haven't been able to sleep for even ten years. I'm sleepy, sleepy. Already..."

Di Yangzai suddenly yawned, then waved his hand, looking sleepily at Xu Taiping from the painting.

Seeing Di Yang in this state, Xu Taiping became increasingly confused, and immediately sent a message to Fairy Lingyue:

"Sister Lingyue, could this person be the fake Snow Demon Lord?"

"this……"

Fairy Lingyue was also stumped by this problem.

"Little guy, don't wait too long. As soon as you open this scroll, there will be a big sun above my head, which will kill you."

Di Yang, who was already lying on his side under the tree, resting his head on his hands, rolled his eyes at Xu Taiping impatiently.

"Taiping, regardless of whether he is the Yangling Demon Emperor or not, ask him how to deal with the power of the yellow dog's original demon species and see how he responds."

Fairy Lingyue reminded Xu Taiping.

If the demon in the painting is really the Yangling Demon Emperor, there is no way he can't deal with a mere yellow dog demon.

"good."

Xu Taiping felt that this method was feasible, so he asked the demon in the painting directly: "Senior, I would like to ask you to take action against a demon."

"Monster? Demon Emperor? Demon Emperor?"

Di Yang suddenly became energetic.

"It's not a Demon King or a Demon Emperor. The cultivation level of this monster should still be at the level of a Demon Lord."

Xu Taiping shook his head.

Immediately, he briefly introduced the yellow dog demon species to Di Yang, and then waited for Di Yang's reply with some anxiety.

Although it is said that as long as enough gold and essence are paid, the devil in the painting can take action, but after all, if he is asked to deal with the same demon species, no one can predict how Di Yang will react.

"Little guy, you have the nerve to ask this emperor to take action for such a lowly little character?"

Di Yang lay on his back under the tree, looking at Xu Taiping in disbelief.

"ah?"

Xu Taiping did not expect that the reason why Di Yang rejected him was not because it was a demon species, but because the demon species was of too low a level.

"Little guy, do you know who I am? I am the Yangling Demon Emperor, a man who can take on Zhenwu's sword! Don't you think that asking me to kill a demon at the level of a demon is a bit overkill?"

In the scroll, Di Yang pointed at his face and looked at Xu Taiping with an expression of "Did you recognize the wrong person?"

"Senior, as long as we can get rid of this demon, there is no need to overdo it."

Xu Taiping shook his head.

"Okay, if you don't mind the gold and fine money I need when I take action, I don't mind helping you crush that demon seed to death."

Di Yang lay in the shade of the tree, resting his head on his hands, looking at Xu Taiping with a smile.

Immediately, Xu Taiping saw a line of words appear on the painting——

"The Demon Emperor Yang in the painting costs 800,000 gold coins per move."

"Eight hundred thousand?"

Looking at this number, Xu Taiping was stunned on the spot.

He originally thought that asking the devil in the painting to take action once would cost him at most one hundred thousand gold coins, but unexpectedly it turned out to be eight times as much as he expected.

"This Diyang should be more expensive."

Fairy Lingyue on the side frowned.

Previously, she had some doubts about whether the Snow Land Ghost Lord was Di Yang, but after seeing the price Xuanhuang Tower had set for him, she no longer had any doubts.

"Little guy, this gold essence money is used to restrain the demonic energy of this emperor. It is of no use to me."

Di Yang reminded Xu Taiping again at this time.

"Thank you, senior, for reminding me. Junior, please think about it."

Xu Taiping nodded.

It was not that he couldn't afford the 800,000 gold coins, but Liantong's consumption of the gold coins was too great, so he had to keep some gold coins in case of emergencies.

"Little guy, if you want to deal with the original demonic power of the yellow dog, you don't have to use the power of the demon in the painting."

At this time, Di Yang in the painting sat back on the chair, and while picking up the wordless book again, he reminded Xu Taipingdao without raising his head.

"Senior, please clarify."

Xu Taiping felt that there was something in Di Yang's words, and immediately asked for advice with a very sincere expression.

"I sensed the breath of the Trapped Dragon Tower and the Luminous Demonic Blood Candle in you. You can try to let your Xuanyuan clone borrow the power of the Luminous Demonic Blood Candle to refine the Trapped Dragon Tower as quickly as possible. For your natal magic weapon.”

"After this trapped dragon tower is refined into a life-giving magic weapon, you can enter any of the nine rooms on the second floor of the trapped dragon tower - A, B, C, D, E, Ji, Geng, Xin, Ren. "

"After entering, all the breath between you and the outside world will be cut off."

Di Yang's words once again made Xu Taiping feel terrified.

Because Di Yang not only knew that he had the Demon Blood Candle and the Trapped Dragon Tower hidden in him, but he also knew about the extremely weird nine rooms on the second floor of the Trapped Dragon Tower.

"Senior, how on earth do you know this?"

Xu Taiping couldn't help but ask Di Yang.

Hearing this, Di Yang in the painting raised his head, looked at Xu Taiping with a squinted smile and said:

"The power of this emperor's original demon seed is also known as knowing destiny, knowing destiny, and knowing your destiny."

This smile once again made Xu Taiping shudder.

At the same time, the voice of Fairy Lingyue sounded in his mind——

"Taiping, it's him, he is the Yangling Demon Emperor, because there are only a very few beings in this world, including the Jiuyuan monsters, who know this power of knowing fate."

The tone of Fairy Lingyue's words was unprecedentedly solemn.

"Little guy, although it doesn't cost gold to wake me up for the first time, you won't be able to take advantage of it next time. You have to prepare at least 30,000 gold."

At this time, the Yangling Demon Emperor in the painting spoke again.

"In addition, after you enter the nine rooms of the Sleeping Dragon Tower, you must prepare enough gold, essence, money or spiritual stones. Otherwise, you may not be able to return to the upper realm."

After saying this, the scroll that was originally unfolded began to roll up little by little.

When the scroll was completely rolled up, a rune wrapped the entire scroll.

"It seems that next time you open this scroll, you will indeed be offering gold and fine money."

After feeling the surging demonic energy in the scroll, Fairy Lingyue, who was standing next to Xu Taiping, suddenly said with a solemn expression.

"But this also proves that the Snow Land Ghost Lord is not lying. He is Di Yang."

Xu Taiping took a deep breath and said.

"Um."

Fairy Lingyue on the side also nodded.

"Bang, bang, bang!..."

At this moment, the door of Xu Taiping's restaurant wing was knocked again.

Immediately afterwards, before Xu Taiping could speak, he heard a young girl's anxious voice coming from outside the door: "Master Wuyou, Master Wuyou, are you still there?"

"Miss Lian'er, what's wrong?"

Xu Taiping stood up and opened the door.

"Sir, something is wrong with this teahouse!"

Fang Liang'er said nervously.

Hearing this, Xu Taiping felt a chill in his heart. He immediately closed the door and asked Fang Lian'er in a low voice:

"Miss Liang'er, did you see something?"

Hearing this, Fang Liang'er nodded heavily, then glanced at the door nervously, and then whispered:

"Sir, there is a ghost in this teahouse!"