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There are dark clouds on the isolated island in the North Sea.

The golden feathers around Lord Dayeng shone with star-like brilliance, and he looked down at the three demon kings from above.

When he raised his hand, the shadow of the Donghuang Bell vibrated above his head, and the overflowing starlight outlined the contours of the former demon court in the void.

The voice of Lord Da Meng was accompanied by the pressure of the Dong Huang Bell:

"From now on, I will gather all of you remaining great demons. Once you succeed, you will all be elders and loyal ministers of the New Heavenly Court!"

The three demon kings had complicated thoughts when they heard this, but they could only respond in a nod on the surface.

Lord Da Meng nodded: "In that case, I will wait here for you to gather your men first!"

……

At midnight, everything is quiet.
The sky and the earth were pitch black, with only numerous stars dotted on the sky.

Saint Emperor Tiandou sat alone in front of the star map, his skinny fingers constantly moving among the stars.

The hexagrams on the bronze star map kept changing, sometimes turning into flames, sometimes condensing into broken chains, and sometimes transforming into giant beasts.

The results of these hexagrams undoubtedly show that establishing a demon court is nothing but an unrealistic dream.

The expression of Saint Emperor Tiandou changed with the changes of the hexagram. He frowned tightly and thought secretly in his heart.

The fate predicted by these hexagrams made him feel unprecedented pressure and anxiety.

However, he was not swayed by this emotion. Instead, he took a deep breath, as if he had made a great decision.

He gritted his teeth and resolutely crushed a jade slip.

At the moment when the jade slip exploded, a flash of blood suddenly burst out.
At the same time, the divine consciousness of the Heavenly Dou Saint Emperor also penetrated the void like a wisp of gossamer.
It rushed straight towards Cangwu Mountain where the human race's "Xuan Zong" was located.

At the same time, in the palace on the top of Cangwu Mountain,
The Great Xia Jun was sitting on the throne, his right hand gently stroking the "Haotian Treasure Mirror" in his hand.

This bronze mirror exudes an ancient atmosphere. The surface is as smooth as a mirror, but it can reflect everything in the world.

Suddenly, without warning, the surface of the bronze mirror lit up, and a dazzling light gushed out from the mirror.

Lord Daxia looked carefully and saw the shadow of the Heavenly Dou Saint Emperor appear in the mirror.

The figure of Tiandou Saint Emperor seemed a little illusory. He just said straight to the point:

"Emperor Xia, the Donghuang Bell has appeared in the world, and the fate of the demon court is about to be reunited. Can you still sit still?"

When Dayan Jun saw this, he did not show any panic.

His fingers continued to stroke the mirror slowly, with a gleam of light in his eyes.
The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a faint smile.

"So what?" Dayan Jun's voice was not loud, but it had a nonchalant tone, as if he didn't care at all about what Tiandou Shenghuang said.

The tail end of his tone was drawn out extremely long, revealing the arrogance of a superior.

"The human race is now at its peak of prosperity. There are no less than a hundred Heavenly Sovereigns in our race alone."

Da Xiajun's words were full of confidence. He slowly stood up, stood with his hands behind his back, and continued,
"Even if you demons get the Donghuang Bell, what use can it have?"

After saying that, Dayan Jun sneered.

The laughter was like thunder, shaking the entire hall slightly.

The shadow of the Heavenly Dou Saint Emperor in the bronze mirror was also shocked by this powerful aura.

It couldn't help but twist and deform, looking a little embarrassed.

Tiandou Saint Emperor's heart tightened, and his withered fingers dug deep into his palm.
The star map shook violently behind him, and blood-red hexagrams that portended bad omens exploded one after another.

Even so, the Heavenly Dou Saint Emperor still gritted his teeth and said, "As long as the Demon Emperor is not allowed to appear in the world and the Demon Court is rebuilt, the conditions are up to the Heavenly Monarch to decide."

Da Xia Tianjun suddenly stood up, clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Anything is fine?"

Tiandou Saint Emperor's Adam's apple rolled, his face was shiny and tense: "Anything is fine! As long as it doesn't harm the foundation of our demon race."

Before he finished speaking, Dayan Tianjun suddenly approached the mirror, and the treasure mirror burst into a dazzling golden light.

He said coldly: "Even if your demon emperor dies tragically and the Donghuang Bell falls into the hands of the human race, is that okay?"

At this time, every word from the great summer king was like an icicle.

The murderous intent made Tiandou Shenghuang, who was on an isolated island in the North Sea many miles away, feel cold all over.

Tiandou Saint Emperor gazed at the constantly changing stars in the void. His cloudy eyes reflected the destiny of the human race, which was like a dragon, soaring straight up to the ninth heaven.
However, the demon clan's star tracks were like a dying candle, swaying in the wind and rain.

Tiandou Saint Emperor is well versed in divination. He has already seen through it.
The laws of heaven and earth seem to be quietly tilting, and the human race is unstoppable if it follows the torrent of heaven.

No matter what, the demon race will only be a supporting role in this world.

This result was like a heavy hammer pressing down on his heart.

Tiandou Saint Emperor was silent for a long time, and finally he said, "It's all right."

At this moment his voice was hoarse and low, as if he had used up all his strength.

On the top of Cangwu Mountain, Lord Dayan couldn't help but clap his hands and laugh when he heard this.

His laughter was like thunder, making the glazed tiles on the palace hum, as if the entire palace was shaking.

After a long while, Da Xia Tianjun's laughter gradually subsided.

He looked at the Heavenly Dou Saint Emperor opposite him with a smile on his face and slowly said:
"Okay! You're really willing to do that!"

"In that case, I will set up the 'Nine Emperors Plundering Luck Formation' to destroy the remaining luck of your demon court in one fell swoop."

When Saint Emperor Tiandou heard what Lord Daxia said, his face instantly turned as pale as paper.

He naturally knew the power of the "Nine Emperors' Fortune-Plundering Formation". It was an extremely terrifying formation that could plunder the fortune of the dynasty.

Once this formation is successfully set up, the demon race will forever lose the possibility of gathering luck!

This means that the demon race will completely lose the hope of rising and become fish at the mercy of others.

However, facing the reconstruction of the Demon Court, Tiandou Saint Emperor also knew that this would only accelerate the demise of the demon race.

He finally closed his eyes helplessly and sighed:
"Forget it, forget it... If that's the case, then let's do it this way... However, regarding the matter of the Donghuang Bell..."

The Great Xia Tianjun looked arrogant, his eyes full of disdain: "It's just a broken treasure, what's the use of leaving it to you monsters?"

After saying this, he waved his hand casually, as if he was driving away an insignificant ant.

Then the figure gradually disappeared into the void, leaving only the Holy Emperor Tiandou on the isolated island.

On the isolated island in the North Sea, the starlight remaining on the fingertips of Saint Emperor Tiandou gradually dimmed, and the telepathic communication with Lord Daxia had ended.

He stood there, staring at the rolling dark clouds in the sky, as if the whole world was shrouded in these thick clouds.

After a moment, he slowly turned around and walked towards the direction of Lord Dameng with firm steps.

Each step seemed heavy, as if he was carrying the weight of the world.

Finally, he came to the thatched hut that once belonged to him but was now given to Lord Dameng to live in.

Gently pushing open the slightly worn door, he walked in. The layout of the house was still simple and plain, but with some traces of the life of Lord Da Meng.

Standing in the house, he took a deep breath and then said:
"Your Majesty, if possible, why don't we go to the Hanging City?"

He bowed slightly and continued:
"There... should still be some of the Demon Court's luck left."

"Perhaps there are more remnants of the Demon Court that can be summoned."

After saying this, he slowly raised his head and looked directly at Lord Dameng.

The Great Dream Lord stared into the distance with a sharp gaze.

Thinking of the former glory of the Hanging City and recalling what the spirit of the Donghuang Bell said about the way to revive the demon race, he also felt that this statement made a lot of sense.

The golden feathers around Lord Da Meng trembled slightly at this moment, and the shadow of the Donghuang Bell above his head made a low humming sound.

He nodded and said, "If that's the case, then call the Lion King and the Suan King and go together."

……

The sky above Dongsheng Shenzhou is filled with clouds and mist, like a fairyland.

In this cloud, a huge and dilapidated ancient city is looming, floating above the sky.

This ancient city is the former capital of the Demon Court.

Once upon a time, this ancient city was so majestic and magnificent.
The city walls are towering into the clouds and are indestructible, and the palaces are lined up in rows, magnificent and golden.

Today, it has lost its former glory, and the walls are full of cracks, as if they will collapse at any time.

The broken palace is crumbling in the wind, as if telling the story of its former glory and present desolation.

Only the altar in the center of the city, engraved with the Zhoutian Star Array, still retains some of its former majesty.

This altar was once the core of the Demon Court and the source of its power.

In this towering capital of the former demon court, only broken walls and ruins are left whimpering in the strong wind, making it look particularly desolate.

At this very moment, the nine human kings are standing in the void like immortals.

The nine human celestial monarchs had tortoise shells appear behind them.
The threads representing cause and effect were intertwined between them like chains, forming a tight formation.

The Great Xia Jun stood at the center of the formation, his black dragon robe fluttering in the wind.

His body was surrounded by golden dragons, which were circling, flying, or roaring, giving people an extremely powerful sense of oppression.

And above the head of Dayan Tianjun, the "Haotian Treasure Mirror" was suspended, and purple light was flowing on the mirror surface.

This treasure mirror is one of the greatest treasures of the human race and possesses infinite power.

At this moment, the shadow of the "Donghuang Bell" appeared in the mirror.

Although the shadow was blurry and unclear, the overwhelming pressure it emanated made people dare not look directly at it.

At this moment, a trace of golden luck suddenly emerged from the shadow in the ancient city like a snake, and was then sucked into the mirror.

It was also at this time that the Great Dream Lord finally arrived in Dongsheng Shenzhou with several great demons.

The golden feathers around him were flowing with the light of the stars in the sky, as if all the star power between heaven and earth was gathered on him.

And above his head, the shadow of the Donghuang Bell was slowly rotating.

Along the way, Lord Dameng also gathered many remnants of the former demon court.

However, the strength of these newly joined demon tribes is mostly just that of great demons in the divine realm.

As for those great monsters above creation, since they all have their own opinions, they are basically old guys who survived from the old days of the Monster Court.

These great monsters will not easily join the camp of Lord Da Meng, but choose to wait and see how the situation develops.

Some of them hid in secret places, while others lurked in deep mountains and forests, quietly waiting for the situation to become clear.

Just when Lord Da Meng was thinking about how to recall these creation-level monsters, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, causing his face to change.

His face turned pale instantly, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

His eyes looked in the direction covered by the blood-red light net, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"The luck of the demon court... is fading away!"

Before he finished speaking, the golden feathers on the body of Lord Da Meng suddenly spread out, and each feather burst out with brilliant starlight.
With a wave of his golden feather, his figure instantly turned into a stream of light that shuttled through the void, leaving behind golden trails wherever he passed.

The shrieking sound of the air being torn apart had not yet dissipated when Lord Dayeng had already appeared in the sky above the Hanging City.

But the sight of the hanging city at this moment made his pupils shrink suddenly.

Countless golden chains were like greedy giant pythons, dragging strands of golden energy towards the center of the formation.

For the Demon Court, those fortunes are the foundation of its revival.

Now, all this good fortune is gradually eroding.

Just as Lord Da Meng stepped into the light net, a jaw-dropping force suddenly descended from the sky.

The power of this force is beyond imagination, as if it can easily destroy the three thousand worlds!

Lord Da Meng was caught off guard, and the eighteen-winged golden feathers behind him were pressed tightly against his back under the pressure of this huge force.

With a series of crisp "cracking" sounds, the bones of the wings seemed unable to withstand such tremendous pressure and let out a wail of being overwhelmed.

In a moment, the void under the feet of Lord Da Meng began to collapse bit by bit, as if it was torn apart by an invisible force.

His body also lost support, as if falling into a bottomless quagmire.

Not far away, the laughter of Dayanjun came out at an inopportune moment:

"Master Demon Emperor, don't be naive! This formation is designed to restrain luck. Do you think you can go against the will of heaven with just the Donghuang Bell?"

Before he finished speaking, the Haotian Treasure Mirror in the hands of the Great Xia Tianjun suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and then,

Countless chains extended from the treasure mirror like poisonous snakes and coiled around Lord Da Meng.

At the same time, the roar of the Nine-Headed Lion King came from outside the formation: "Da Meng, if you hand over the Donghuang Bell, we can still keep your body intact!"

The Great Dream Lord laughed out of anger, and two clusters of strange purple flames ignited in his golden pupils: "The corpses of the martyrs of the Demon Court are still warm, and you are colluding with the human race?"

He swung his arms violently, and the shadow of the Donghuang Bell above his head burst out with thousands of golden lights, and the "Nine Transformations of the Heavenly Demon" in his body also began to operate frantically.

The Tianyang True Fire, which was even hotter than the Sun's True Fire, instantly transformed into a ten-thousand-mile-long fire dragon, roaring towards the corner of the formation.

Wherever the fire dragon passed, the air was ignited, making a crackling sound and directly turned into a vacuum zone.

However, with the addition of three Demon Kings, the Nine Emperors Plundering Formation now has twelve top Heavenly Sovereigns in charge.

The moment the Tianyang True Fire touched the wall of the formation, countless chains stretched out from the formation, like greedy giant pythons, devouring the flames bit by bit.

The nine phantoms of the Heavenly Lords raised their hands at the same time, and their tremendous power turned into a golden torrent, sweeping towards the Heavenly Lord of Great Dreams.

The aftermath hit him, and he instantly flew backwards like a kite with its string cut. (End of this chapter)