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Chapter 841 Demon Emperor (Part )

This is an inverted starry sky with countless stars twinkling continuously.

A translucent shadow of the Donghuang Bell was suspended in the center, and cracks on the bell body spread like a spider web.

From this phantom, the demonic power overflowed, twisting the surrounding space and time into countless mirrors.
Those mirrors are sometimes blurry and sometimes clear.

Each mirror also reflects the glorious moments of the Demon Court in the past.
A golden crow spread its wings and covered the sky, and the blazing flames burned the clouds to ashes.

All the demons knelt on the ground, looking up at the heaven above the clouds.

"when--"

At this moment, the bell rang suddenly, dull and long, and the sound waves made Lord Da Meng bleed from all his seven orifices.

His eyes went dark, and when he opened them again, he was already in the ancient battlefield of the war between wizards and liches.
The sky was dyed an eerie purple color. Donghuang Taiyi stood in the clouds, holding the Donghuang Bell in his hand.

At this time, the Demon Emperor was confronting the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Under his feet was the Zhoutian Star Fighting Array composed of 100,000 demon gods. The star flags blocked the sun, and each star flag was controlled by a powerful demon.

Lord Da Meng stood at the edge of the battlefield and couldn't help but reconnect with the memories in his mind.

Lord Da Meng looked down at his hands, also pointing at the Star Banner.

At this moment, he had turned into an ordinary demon soldier.

High in the sky, the wind and clouds surged into a purple-black vortex, and Donghuang Taiyi was using his body to block the black water attack from the ancestor of witch Gonggong.
"boom!"

The loud noise ruptured Dameng Tianjun's eardrum and blood flowed down his neck.

Spider-web-like cracks appeared on the surface of the Donghuang Bell, and golden blood dripped from the corner of Taiyi's mouth.

"Remember... the demon court is immortal..."

Taiyi's voice suddenly exploded in the sea of ​​consciousness of Lord Dameng. Before he finished speaking, the wheel of reincarnation of the ancestor witch Houtu fell down wrapped in gloomy black mist.

The surface of the disc was engraved with ferocious faces, and time and space were distorted as it rotated.

Donghuang Taiyi was thrown into the long river of time, and the light of the universe surged in endless waves.

Lord Da Meng stared with his eyes wide open, looking at this familiar yet tragic scene.
Dapeng spread his wings to block the sky and the sun, trying to block the thunder whip of the ancestor witch Qiangliang.
But the thunder whip with purple light, like a bolt of lightning, instantly split Dapeng into two halves.

The screams of the Peng demon had not yet faded away when its body fell into the mortal world.

……

Lord Da Meng knelt on the ground, watching the familiar demon gods fall one by one, tears mixed with blood sliding into the corners of his mouth.

He clenched the Star Banner tightly, feeling an indescribable grief and resentment in his heart.

The second bell rang, like a heavy hammer that shattered the barrier of time and space.

The scene around him twisted and turned, and Lord Da Meng staggered to his feet, only to find himself in a desolate ruin.

The once majestic and magnificent Yaoting Palace is now only left with broken walls and ruins.

Broken glazed tiles were scattered all over the ground, and the mottled stone pillars were covered with moss. Lord Dameng's eyes were attracted by a golden light not far away.

There, I survived because of the "Heavenly Cicada Clothes",
He was kneeling before the old heaven, his eyes full of unwillingness and persistence.

All around, the corpses of the demons were lying in disorder.

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded in my ears:

"Master Demon Emperor, you said you wanted to revive the Demon Court, but even His Majesty Taiyi failed back then. Why should we?"

Lord Da Meng looked up suddenly, and saw countless demons walking out from the shadows of the ruins.

There was no more awe in their eyes, only resentment and questioning.

He opened his mouth and wanted to explain, but his throat seemed to be locked by invisible shackles and no sound came out.

More demon gods gathered around, pointing at Lord Da Meng's nose, their words as sharp as knives:
"Using our corpses to pave the road, using our blood to sacrifice to the bell, is this what you call revival?"

"You keep saying you're doing this for the demon race, but what did we get? Only death!"

"The glory of the Demon Court is a thing of the past. You are just dreaming!"

Every word was like a hammer, hitting his heart hard.

The body of Lord Da Meng began to tremble, and veins popped out on his forehead: "No...it's not like that..."

Those piles of corpses, those desperate eyes, and those questioning words, like a surging tide, drowned him.

"Ah!" Lord Da Meng screamed and held his head, the sharp voice piercing the dead silence of the ruins.

He felt as if his soul was being torn apart by an invisible hand.

Severe pain spread from the depths of my soul, and the scene before my eyes became blurred.

In this vortex of pain, his belief in recovering the Demon Court began to waver, and fear almost swallowed him completely.

At this moment, in the sound of the Donghuang Bell,
The illusion not only recreates history, but also amplifies his inner fear and guilt.

Every broken tile also reflects his reflection.

Those reflections suddenly turned into the appearance of Donghuang Taiyi being thrown into the long river of time, and suddenly turned into the tragic scene of millions of demons turning into dry bones under his feet.

Suddenly, the third bell rang, making him see stars in front of his eyes.

Just when his consciousness was about to collapse, Lord Da Meng suddenly discovered a ray of golden light in the broken corner of the Heavenly Palace.

He staggered over, only to find a wisp of golden cloud there.

This cloud represents the demon race's concern for the demon court over the years.
And the fortune of the demon race created by these concerns!
Lord Da Meng trembled as he picked up this trace of the demon clan's luck. His mind was suddenly awakened and memories came flooding back like a tide.

"I understand!" He stood up and looked towards the ruined demon court. His voice shattered the illusions around him.

"If I want to build a demon court, I must first win the hearts of hundreds of millions of demons!"

The bloody taste in my throat had not yet dissipated, and all illusions were shattered at the same time.
When the light faded, he slowly opened his eyes and his vision gradually became clear.

He found himself back in front of the phantom of the Donghuang Bell. The inverted starry sky was still moving, as if time had never stopped.

The body of Lord Da Meng was trembling slightly. He stretched out his hand and slowly approached the shadow of the Donghuang Bell.

The distance between the fingertips and the phantom was getting closer and closer, only three inches away.

He could clearly feel the demonic power emanating from the bell.
The demonic power surged like a whirlpool, carrying a familiar yet unfamiliar aura.

Da Meng Tianjun's heartbeat began to accelerate. He didn't know what would happen when his fingertips actually touched the phantom.

Finally, his fingertips touched the phantom of the Donghuang Bell.

In an instant, a powerful force surged into his sea of ​​consciousness like a tide, and countless images flashed in his mind.

He was shocked to find that these images were actually the last memories of the Demon Emperor before his death!
In that memory, Donghuang Taiyi was alone in the long river of time, facing the joint siege of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

The power of the Twelve Ancestral Witches was extremely terrifying. They constantly attacked Donghuang Taiyi, and every attack caused Donghuang Taiyi's Half-Step Dao Lord cultivation to drop a little.

As time went by, Donghuang Taiyi's cultivation was constantly weakened. Despite this, Donghuang Taiyi still resisted tenaciously.

Obtaining the Donghuang Bell not only means becoming the new Demon Emperor, but also means carrying the destiny of the demon race.

More importantly, it brought hope to the former Demon Emperor to achieve enlightenment and become a Taoist Lord!

"Nine Transformations of the Heavenly Demon" is the supreme skill of the demon race. It is said that if one practices it to the extreme, there is a slight chance of becoming a Taoist monarch.

And this glimmer of hope was preserved by Donghuang Taiyi in the Donghuang Bell!
Da Meng Tianjun's breathing became more and more rapid, and his eyes were shining with uncontrollable excitement.

He slowly stretched out his hand, as if the Donghuang Bell was right in front of him, within reach.

However, just as his fingertips were about to touch the Donghuang Bell,

"Dang——" The fourth bell rang suddenly, like the creation of the world.
It was deafening, and the entire space was shaking violently with this loud noise.

As the bell rang, the original illusion disappeared in an instant like a torn gauze.

Lord Da Meng suddenly came to his senses and looked down at his body.

He was shocked to find that his eighteen-winged golden cicada form had completely transformed into the form of a golden crow!
The nine pairs of cicada wings behind him transformed into golden feathers, emitting dazzling light, and each feather contained the power of the sun's true fire.

"Only by transforming into a three-legged golden crow can one practice the Nine Transformations of the Heavenly Demon..."

Lord Da Meng thought of this.

At the same time, in the void surrounding the Donghuang Bell,

Twelve blood-red chains emerged, with thick evil energy wrapped around the chains.

That was the remaining murderous intent of the witches when the twelve ancient witches joined forces to suppress Donghuang Taiyi!
The chains intertwined in the air, condensing into a twelve-evil blood barrier that enveloped the bell.

The black blood dripping from the chain hit his shoulder and burned a wound as big as a bowl.
The charred flesh was turned inside out, revealing the white bones, and instantly half of his body, along with his soul, lost consciousness.

"Did the Twelve Ancestral Witches leave any backup plan? This is the evil spirit that can defeat the demon race..."

He looked up at the Donghuang Bell in the barrier, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
The surface of the bell was like a mirror at this moment, reflecting the images of the ancient witches.

Each afterimage carried the might of the ancient witch, causing the demonic power in his body to become like boiling water, rushing around but unable to find an outlet.

Lord Da Meng knew very well that ordinary spells were useless, so he bit his tongue hard, and the blood that spurted out condensed into a big sun in the air!
"His Majesty Taiyi was able to fight against the Twelve Ancestral Witches alone back then...why can't I?"

There was madness and determination in his voice, and the demonic power around him was like an erupting volcano.
Adding to the eternally burning true fire of the sun, the temperature instantly reached its peak, as if it had the effect of creating the world.

I don't know how much time has passed, but the true fire of the sun has condensed into a dot.
If it could explode instantly, it would seem as if it contained three thousand worlds that could be opened up.

At the same time, this terrifying sun fire also emitted a strong light.
In the light, at this moment, the shadow of the former Demon Emperor Donghuang Taiyi was reflected.

At this moment, wherever the sun's true fire reached, the shadows of the ancestor witches reflected on the Donghuang Bell collapsed and turned into starlight and dissipated.

Lord Da Meng seized the opportunity and wrapped his golden wings tightly around the bell.

Inside the Donghuang Bell, the surging demonic power instantly began to wash away the witch evil in his body like a tide, causing severe pain and comfort to intertwine.

He was surprised to find that his demon body was being reshaped by the power of the clock, and every bit of power became purer and more powerful.
It is also more in line with the structure of the Three-legged Golden Crow, and is more suitable for practicing "Nine Transformations of the Heavenly Demon"!
At the same time, the entire starry sky barrier collapsed, and the entire space was torn into countless black cracks.

The Great Dream Lord knelt before the bell, breathing rapidly and heavily.
He looked down at his chest, and the mark of the Donghuang Bell was emitting a soft golden light.
As the light flowed, a large bell totem was formed at the new entrance!
"The price... is too high..."

He panted, and his trembling hands stroked the new golden wings behind him.

The Great Dream Lord did not expect that the price of getting the Donghuang Bell would be...
It turned out to be eternal life, and both his soul and body had completely transformed into a three-legged golden crow!

"call……"

Lord Da Meng suddenly felt a flash before his eyes and couldn't help but look up.

A translucent golden figure appeared on the clock face, wearing a star crown.

That figure gradually overlapped with the appearance of Donghuang Taiyi in his memory, and it was exactly the spirit of the Donghuang Bell!

In other words, it was transformed from a wisp of divine thought from Donghuang Taiyi back then.

"Oh? It's you..."

"I never thought that the person who would help me see the light again after who knows how many years would be you."

At this moment, the weapon spirit spoke, and an eighteen-winged golden cicada slowly appeared in its palm: "I didn't expect it..."

Lord Da Meng was an important official in the Demon Court back then, and he survived only because of his strong magical powers and ability to preserve his life.

Suddenly, the weapon spirit changed the subject again:
"But... His Majesty Taiyi fought with the bell, but he still died. Why do you think you can succeed?"

The question was like a heavy hammer, which immediately hit the already shaky mind of Lord Da Meng.

The Great Dream Lord reluctantly raised his head and replied in a deep voice: "The monsters are not strong because of their treasures, but because of their unity of mind."

Although his answer was weak, every word was powerful and echoed in the silent space.

The weapon spirit nodded slightly and continued to ask: "If you don't have this bell, how can the demon race remember the martyrs? How can you gather the hearts of all demons?"

Lord Da Meng bit his bloody lips and said, "The bell is not a weapon, it is the bone of the demon court. Without bones, the skin cannot exist, but bones also need flesh and blood to attach to them."

He paused, took a deep breath, and his eyes became more and more blazing:
"I took the Donghuang Bell not to take advantage of the situation, but to let the demon race know that the blood of the martyrs is still there and the spirit of the demon court is still there."

As the words fell, the surrounding void seemed to tremble.
The thousands of fighting spirits reflected on the Donghuang Bell actually let out earth-shaking roars in unison, as if they acknowledged and resonated with these words.

"Not bad!"

The spirit of the weapon raised its hand, and a ray of golden light poured out from its fingertips and poured into the center of the eyebrows of Lord Da Meng.

"After His Majesty Taiyi passed away, I have been waiting for a younger generation who has both the ability and the ability to control the demon race."

Lord Da Meng closed his eyes, feeling the extra memories flooding into his sea of ​​consciousness like a tide.

"Nine Transformations of the Heavenly Demon"!
Each transformation corresponds to the cultivation level of a Half-Step Dao Lord, and can only be practiced by a Heavenly Lord who has condensed the Three Flowers!
Only when one has cultivated to the highest level, will one be qualified to strive for the realm of Dao Lord!

At this moment, the spirit of the weapon spoke again: "You are the Demon Emperor, but having the Donghuang Bell alone is not enough!"

"You still need the formation method of our demon race..."

Before he finished speaking, Lord Da Meng knew what the weapon spirit was talking about.

Zhoutian star battle array!

The prerequisite for activating the complete version of the Zhoutian Star Fighting Array is to have three hundred and sixty great monsters forming the core of the array!
In a blink of an eye, the method of condensing the great formation had been known to Lord Da Meng.

The spirit of the weapon also continued, "After you get out, go and gather the scattered monsters!"

"Only in this way can we restore the glory of the demon race!"

The Great Dream Lord kowtowed solemnly, his forehead touching the ground heavily.

When he looked up, he found that there was a small flag in his hand, which was the "Demon Court Soul Gathering Flag" of His Majesty Taiyi.

"This flag can summon the blood of all the demons to resonate and help you refine the 365 Star Banner."

(End of this chapter)