True Immortal of the Netherworld

The furious magic armor general ignited his own blood power of the ancient yak, coupled with the power of the powerful demon spirit he had cultivated, the two world-shaking powers merged into one, resulting in a blow that could destroy the world.

The demon roared, the wild beast roared, and Xuanhuang trembled.

Just when Xu Yang and others were using their defensive skills to prepare for resistance, a strange scene happened.

The magic armor general high in the sky suddenly felt as if something was stirring hard at the tip of his heart. Not only the tip of the heart, but also the soul is like a mulberry leaf being bitten quickly by an invisible silkworm, making a rustling sound. The voice echoed in the mind of the magic armor general, but it exploded like thunder.

pain!

Severe pain!

Unspeakable pain!

"What's wrong? What has invaded my body? This is impossible? How can my body, Rong Lu, be controlled by others? No one can make me do anything except the Demon Lord!" A series of questions gradually turned into unknown. So angry.

**Even the pain in the soul is nothing to the magic armor general Rong Lu? As one of the greatest warriors in the Western Region, being secretly controlled by an unknown force is the greatest insult and the most intolerable, better than the pain in the body.

But the reality is that no matter how much he activates his physical body and soul power, it will not help, as if his physical body has been paralyzed. The movement of soul power and mana in his body was forced to a standstill.

His beast-like body began to degenerate rapidly. The pair of large horns on his head shrank until they disappeared. The long hair armor outside his skin also shrank and disappeared. Even the shining purple magic swirl mark on his forehead quickly disappeared. The ground darkened until it disappeared.

Before his body landed, his appearance finally changed back to its previous appearance.

The pressure dropped sharply, the purple clouds dissipated, and the light cast by them swept away the dark shadows on the ground.

The world-shaking move "Bull Crash" came to an abrupt end.

Even so, his powerful physical body, impacting down from high altitude at such speed, still produced huge destructive power.

There was a loud "bang" sound.

For a moment, earth and rocks flew, the earth collapsed, and the void changed color.

When the dust in the sky dispersed, a pit with a radius of 100 feet appeared where the magic armor general fell.

The spiritual pressure generated by the impact was visible to the naked eye, sweeping away like a tsunami. Those magic armor soldiers who were cheering for the magic armor generals from behind were smashed to pieces by the shock wave and turned into large rolling purple mist. In the end, only a lone three-story car was left on the spot, rattling and shaking, almost collapsing.

The shock wave reached the location of Xu Yang and others in an instant.

The shock wave hit the boulder guardian, the Vermillion Bird Fire Shield, the Silver Bone Shield, the Flame Spirit Shield, and the Hell Scale Shield.

"Dong dong dong dong" sound!

In the end, the power of the shock wave was blocked by the outer layer, while the red fire purple golden bowl on the inner layer's Huoyun Tutuo and Jintongzi's heads hardly received much impact, only buzzing and trembling a few times.

After the shock wave, Xu Yang and others were safe and sound. The turf outside the defense range of several people was crushed by this force and turned into dust and fled in all directions.

At this time, the magic armor general in the center of the pit was covered in dust, and the magic armor outside his body was damaged. His pair of iron fists smashed deeper into the ground.

With a force, he pulled his fist out of the soil with a bang, his whole body became unsteady, and he sat down on his butt.

The demon armored general's cheeks twisted. He beat his head with his fist and shouted loudly: "Let me go. No one can stop me, Rong Lu, and my demon army."

After a while, the pain of the magic armor general seemed to have eased a lot, but at this moment, his eyes no longer had the sharp murderous look before, leaving only a blank look.

He stood up, looked up at Xu Yang's people in the distance opposite, and murmured: "Who are you? What is this place?"

The rickety three-story car behind him kept creaking and squeaking, and with a bang, it changed from three stories to one.

The magic armor general's attention was attracted by the sound. He turned back and glanced at the collapsed building. Then he said to himself: "Isn't this my exclusive chariot "Yak Horn"? Is this a battlefield? Why is there only one chariot left? Where are all my 30,000 demon warriors?" Looking back, he looked at Xu Yang and others with eyes full of hostility, and said with fire: "Then you are the enemy. Where have you hidden my soldiers? Tell me quickly, or I will tear you apart." ”

The sudden scene in front of them made Xu Yang and others unable to believe it. No matter what, everyone felt the joy of surviving the disaster.

"Is this savage demon's brain broken? It was probably broken by the red fire purple golden bowl I just used. Hahaha." Huomoutuo said proudly.

With a "dang" sound, the red-fire and purple-gold bowl hovering in mid-air lost control and fell down. Huomoutuo once again suffered a head injury and bloodshed.

"Senior Brother Huamei, how many times has this happened to you? You were so careless." Golden Boy whispered.

"Mistake, mistake." Huomoutuo said awkwardly as he put away the red fire and purple gold bowl. The pain in my head was nothing compared to the joy of surviving the disaster.

Knowing the pain proved that he was still alive.

"It seems that this magic armor general has lost his mind. His body can no longer display its strongest form. Take advantage of his illness and kill him." Huomoutuo wiped away the blood on his head and revealed his eyes. Fierce light said, and then raised the red fire purple gold bowl in his hand high and pointed it at the magic armor general opposite.

Zhang San, the Thousand-faced Ghost who always controlled Qingyan Monk's body and consciousness, muttered in his heart that this demon monster was too powerful. If you are a ghost slave, you will definitely be better than me as a master, so you should kill him as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Qingyan Monk's eyes showed a murderous look, and he decisively uttered four words: "This opportunity cannot be missed."

When they are absolutely weak and have a chance to make a comeback, no one will let go of such a good opportunity, and everyone is ready to take action.

"Wait a minute." Xu Yang suddenly stopped him loudly.

After that, Xu Yang took a few steps forward and stood in front of several people.

"Rong Lu, we are not your enemies. Your enemy is in your own body. Your 30,000 demon soldiers died a thousand years ago, and you yourself are just a half-dead person." Xu Yang Lang said.

Hearing what Xu Yang said, the magic armor general turned around and looked at the soldiers behind him who had turned into billowing purple mist. He seemed to hear waves of farewell cries. They were the 30,000 soldiers he regarded as brothers, following him all the way to the battle, the once invincible yak army.

He raised his eyes and looked at the empty three-story car. The two huge horns used as decoration on the car had been broken, and six empty purple magic armors were scattered on the ground.

"Are all my 30,000 soldiers and my six lieutenant brothers dead?" the magic armor general muttered to himself.

He, who was as strong as a beast, suddenly became like a sad child, with his mouth curled up, teeth exposed, and tears welling up from the corners of his eyes.

Tears flooded his vision, rushed through his nose, and flowed into his wide mouth, making a salty sound.

It had been a long time since he had cried. The saltiness of tears is both distant and familiar.

For a moment, he seemed to have returned to his childhood.

In an unknown small tribe in the Western Region.

A child named "Rong Lu" was said to be the "Son of the Yak."

But "Rong Lu" was just a child at this time. In the tribe, the adults from other families kept their children away from Rong Lu. They were afraid that Rong Lu would get angry, lose his mind and hurt other people in the tribe.

"Don't play with Rong Lu. If he gets angry, the wild wolves will be eaten by him."

"This child Rong Lu should not appear in the tribe. He is a threat to everyone in the tribe."

"This child should be banished to the mountains and left to fend for himself with the wild beasts."

"We're not playing with you."

"You're a monster."

...

Both adults and children are afraid of the little "Rong Lu". In their eyes, the little "Rong Lu" is a scourge.

"He is just a child. I hope everyone will treat him well. He is a kind child and will not hurt others casually." Rong Lu's parents and people in the tribe explained this.

"Rong Lu is a child of our tribe and a member of our tribe. We cannot abandon him." The words of the tribe elder allowed Rong Lu to continue to stay in the tribe.

But no one of his own age played with Rong Lu, and the boys looked at him with hostility and fear in their eyes. This made Rong Lu blame himself and even feel inferior.

One morning, Rong Lu came to the back mountain to graze cattle alone.

"Why am I a monster? Why doesn't anyone want to play with me? Even my parents are in the tribe because I can't hold my head up? Am I a devil?" Rong Lu shouted, facing the valley.

His voice echoed alone, and no one told him the answer.

Angrily, Rong Lu came to a huge stone.

He raised his fist and smashed it down.

"Bang bang bang, bang bang bang."

Stone chips were flying everywhere, and the boulder as tall as a person was beaten by Xiaorong Lu to create a large dent. The skin on his fist was bloody from the edges of the rock.

He smelled the smell of his own blood. He looked at his little fist covered with blood, his eyes suddenly became blurred, and the bloodthirsty impulse in his heart made him unable to control it at such a young age.

His eyes became bloodshot, and he couldn't help but stick out his tongue to taste his own blood.

"I am indeed a devil. I can't control myself. Almighty God, can you help me?" Xiaorong Lu, who had only a trace of reason left, trembled and begged loudly.

Tears rushed out of his eyes, passed through his nose, and flowed into his wide mouth, making a salty sound.

At this moment, a shadow quietly fell behind Xiaorong Lu. It was the shadow of a person.

A big hand slapped Xiaorong Lu's shoulder gently.

Instantly, a powerful demonic power penetrated Xiaorong Lu's shoulders and entered his blood.

A calm voice said: "What's wrong with being a demon? If you want to do it, be the most powerful demon. It can make your enemies tremble, and it can make you proud of the world like a mountain."

Xiaorong Lu suddenly realized that the power of yak blood was boiling in his body, and he suddenly calmed down as if someone had poured cold water on him.

Xiaorong Lu quickly turned around and saw that it was a man wearing a purple robe. The man's face could not be seen clearly. The man's face was a swirling purple whirlpool.

"You are the Mountain God, right? Can the demon you mentioned protect my parents, my tribe, and my cattle?" Xiaorong Lu said, blinking his big eyes.

"The mountain gods you mentioned may exist in this world, but I am not one. The mountain gods don't have time to run out to save people in need. As for the devil, there is a devil living in everyone's heart, and he does whatever he wants without any scruples. Having the power of the devil With strength, you can do anything you want to do.”

"So you are?"

"I am the devil. Here in the Western Region, I am the lord of all demons. You can call me the devil."

As he spoke, his expression became serious, and then he opened his palms, and a pill with blood mist on the surface appeared in his palm. He said solemnly: "I have a magic blood pill here. If you take it, you can become like A demon like me can freely control the violent power in your body, making you look like an ordinary child, and you will even become a hero in the village, because you have the absolute power to protect them."

"Thank you, Lord Demon." Xiaorong Lu smiled through tears, took the red pill handed over by the man with both hands, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Hahaha." The man laughed.