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Among the ruins of the Hanging City, the Demon Emperor stood in the air, with the chaotic energy around him surging like waves.

He slowly spread out his palms, and the shadow of the small world was now floating in his palms.

The spirits of the three human kings were struggling in vain at this moment.

The Dao rhythm in the bodies of the Heavenly Lords was like a silk thread being forcibly stripped away, strand by strand.

These Dao rhymes, which condensed their life's efforts, turned into a faint green light.

Fly towards the core of the star and complete its laws as a complete world.

As the Dao rhyme was lost, the souls of the Heavenly Lords began to disintegrate bit by bit.

In the end, they turned into three strands of pure original power and were swallowed up by the phantom of the Donghuang Bell in the void.

Not far away, Daxia Jun witnessed this scene with his own eyes, and his face turned red in an instant.

However, he knew clearly in his heart that even though he was filled with anger and resentment,

But with his current strength, he is definitely no match for the Demon Emperor who has already entered the Dao Transformation Realm.

Da Xiajun took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

He raised the Haotian Treasure Mirror and injected his magic power into it.

The light on the Haotian Treasure Mirror became increasingly intense, and eventually formed a huge domain.

This realm is like a transparent shield, isolating Lord Da Xia from the phantom of the surrounding world.

Under the protection of the realm, the Demon Emperor's attack was temporarily unable to break through.

Lord Daxia stood in the realm, staring at the Demon Emperor, with a hint of resentment in his eyes.

He gnashed his teeth and said, "Today's humiliation will be avenged one day!"

Before he finished speaking, Dayan Jun's figure disappeared into the Haotian Treasure Mirror as fast as lightning.

The light of Haotian Treasure Mirror flashed, and his figure disappeared without a trace.

When the other human kings saw Great Xia Tianjun flee so decisively, they immediately became like frightened birds and became panic-stricken.

They followed without hesitation, scrambling to get into the Haotian Treasure Mirror, fearing that they would be caught up by the Demon Emperor.

For a moment, the Demon Emperor was the only one standing alone at the scene. He looked at the backs of the human kings who were fleeing in a panic, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"mob……"

The Demon Emperor stood where he was, with no intention of chasing after him.

His eyes slowly fell on the Donghuang Bell, which was originally covered with hideous cracks.

The Demon Emperor stretched out his finger and gently stroked the crack on the Donghuang Bell.
And at the moment his fingertips touched the Donghuang Bell, the three origins of the Heavenly Sovereign that he had just absorbed also emerged from the bell.

Under the guidance of the Demon Emperor, they quickly gathered at the crack of the Donghuang Bell.
The originally hideous cracks began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although the cracks are gradually closing, it is still extremely difficult to restore the Donghuang Bell to its original intact state.

However, this was enough for the Demon Emperor.
Because what he needed was not a perfect Donghuang Bell, but the power it contained.

At this moment, the dormant spirit of the demon court suddenly seemed to be awakened.
Like a golden stream, it rushed out along the patterns of the Donghuang Bell.

This luck was so powerful and majestic, as if the power of the entire demon court was stimulated at this moment.

The Demon Emperor opened his arms and welcomed this powerful luck.

With the infusion of luck, the demon emperor's aura was also rising steadily.
The body, which originally looked a little tired, now exuded a kind of heart-pounding majesty.

The Demon Emperor slowly turned around, his gaze piercing through the broken void, overlooking the Earthly Immortal Realm below.

In the earthly immortal world, the clouds rolled continuously under his gaze, as if they were frightened by him.

The earth seemed to sense his presence and trembled slightly, as if submitting to him.

The Demon Emperor raised a cold arc at the corner of his mouth:

"It's time for the demon race to return."

His eyes were downcast. At this moment, the air below the suspended city was filled with a pungent smell of blood.

Among the broken walls and ruins, the three demon kings looked particularly embarrassed.
The huge body of the Nine-Headed Lion King trembled continuously, and the wound on his forehead was still bleeding.

His proud golden mane was dyed red, and his eyes were full of fear and anxiety.

The emperor lowered his head, the golden scales on his neck were dim, and he did not dare to look at the figure in the air.

His body was curled up, as if he was trying his best to hide his existence.

The tortoise shell of Tiandou Saint Emperor was covered with dense cracks. He was lying on the ground, breathing weakly, looking extremely decadent.

The Demon Emperor stepped into the void and slowly descended. The golden color surrounding his body enveloped the three Demon Kings.

His golden pupils were like two blazing suns, sweeping across the three people kneeling on the ground. His cold gaze seemed to be able to penetrate their souls.

"I don't want to talk to you traitors, but since we were all colleagues in the Demon Court in the past, I will let you go today."

The words were calm, but they made the three demon kings shiver all over, with cold sweat soaking their backs.

"However, death penalty can be avoided, but living crime cannot be avoided."

The Demon Emperor suddenly paused, as if he was suppressing his emotions.
Suddenly, at this moment, the aura around him suddenly surged like a volcanic eruption!
The powerful pressure weighed down on the three people like a mountain pressing down on an egg, making it almost impossible for them to breathe.

The faces of the three men turned pale as paper in an instant, and cold sweat dripped down their foreheads.

The Demon Emperor stood quietly in the void, with chaotic energy flowing around his body.

These chaotic energies seemed to be guided by some mysterious force and gradually condensed into fine golden threads.

The Demon Emperor flicked his fingers and three talismans shot out from his fingertips like meteors.

These three talismans were also accurately embedded in the eyebrows of the three demon kings.

"This is the 'Blood Contract of the Demon Court'. If you have second thoughts, your soul will be reduced to ashes!"

The Demon Emperor's voice became as cold as ice at this moment, and every word was like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of the three Demon Kings.

The moment the blood contract merged into their brows, the three demon kings felt a burning sensation rushing straight into their sea of ​​consciousness like a torrent.

That energy was like an invisible giant hand, tightly grasping their souls and making it impossible for them to break free.

The body of Saint Emperor Tiandou began to tremble violently, and the tortoise shell on his body made a slight crackling sound because of his trembling.

He bent down with difficulty and slammed his forehead heavily on the gravel ground:
"Your Majesty, please forgive me! We are willing to redeem ourselves and recruit all the great monsters from different tribes."

The Demon Emperor turned around slowly, and the Golden Crow Dharma image behind him became faintly visible.

He put his hands behind his back and looked down at the three embarrassed demon kings below: "After 30 days, I will bring your troops to Hanging City. If you delay any further..."

The words stopped abruptly, but they were more frightening than any threat.

At the same time, the Golden Crow Dharma Image behind the Demon Emperor suddenly spread its wings, and its wings covered half of the sky, with the true fire of the sun and the power of the stars flowing between its feathers.

The Demon Emperor raised his hand, and the star core in his palm burst into a brilliant light, and the shadow of the small world inside was clearly visible.

Mountains, rivers, sun, moon and stars slowly revolve in it, emitting suffocating pressure from the heavens.

"My current cultivation is almost catching up with the former Emperor Taiyi..."

"So, I hope the three of you won't have any more second thoughts!"

"if not……"

As soon as the words fell, the three Demon Kings felt a burning sensation rushing up from their souls.

Even if they were born as Heavenly Kings, it would be difficult for them to resist this kind of pain. They nodded in haste, their voices trembling: "We will obey your Majesty's order!"

……

Deep in Wuzong's cave, Xie Que was constantly performing magic.

In front of him, the shadows of the twelve ancestor witches were entwined around a three-meter-tall incarnation of the sea of ​​blood, constantly adjusting their postures and positions.

Suddenly, his mind began to tremble violently.
Xie Que suddenly opened his eyes: "This breath..."

His eyes were cast towards the east, but no one knew how far it was.

"It's the Great Zhou Tian Xing Dou Formation! And... there's actually demonic energy mixed in this aura."

He felt the chaotic aura in the star map, and his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

"Could it be that the Demon Court and the Zhoutian Star Fighting Formation have appeared again?"

Before he finished his words, his body shot up like an arrow, as if completely unaffected by gravity.

His movements were so fast that it was almost impossible to see him clearly.

In the blink of an eye, he was standing firmly in place, looking towards the east with sharp eyes.

An unprecedented shock surged in his heart, because he had never felt such a powerful formation fluctuation so vividly.

The power and dominance of that kind of force cannot be matched by any ordinary formation.

Only the original formation diagram inherited by the Demon Court could possess such devastating power.

The hatred between the ancient witches and the demon clan flashed through his mind.

"Could it be that... the demon race, which is already so weak now, can actually have new variables?"

This thought kept circling in his mind, making him feel uneasy.

After careful consideration, Xie Que finally decided to summon the Witch Clan Heavenly Kings to see if they knew the inside story.

So, he summoned the Tianju of the Wu Clan without hesitation.

……

The candlelight in the meeting room flickered, and it seemed a little dim.
The five Witch Clan Heavenly Kings were sitting in front of a star map that was three meters square.

Xie Que put his hands behind his back and walked slowly in front of them.

His gaze first fell on the Da Lan Tianjun in the center.

This Lord Dalan has snow-white hair and his face is full of wrinkles from time to time, making him look quite old.

However, his identity is extraordinary. He is the most proficient person in divination in the entire witch clan.

According to rumors, even the ancient term "witches" most likely originated from the profound divination skills of Dalan Tianjun.

Da Lan Tianjun slowly raised his hand, as if this action consumed a lot of his strength.

His sleeves fluttered slightly as he raised his arms, revealing an ancient tortoise shell hidden within.

This tortoise shell looks very old, and its surface is covered with fine cracks.

However, despite so many cracks, the tortoise shell does not appear dilapidated. Instead, it reveals an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

The color of the tortoise shell is dark brown, just like the color of the earth, giving people a calm and heavy feeling.

On the surface of the tortoise shell, the cracks are not random, but seem to have a certain pattern.

There is a hint of Taoism, as if the tortoise shell carries endless mysteries of heaven.

Dalan Tianjun carefully held the tortoise shell in his hands, then turned to Xie Que and said:

"Senior, this is the back of the black tortoise, which was used by the Taoist ancestor in the past."

Upon hearing this, Xie Que couldn't help but look at the tortoise shell.

Xie Que tried to find some clues from these lines, but the divination method that he had never been exposed to was too obscure and difficult for him to understand.

Although he could feel the extraordinary nature of the tortoise shell, he had no idea how to use it specifically.

Xie Que frowned slightly, he knew that his attainments in divination were limited.

He took a deep breath, calmed himself, then waved his hand, signaling Da Lan Tianjun that he could begin.

Following Xie Que's gesture, the air seemed to become heavy in an instant.

The other Heavenly Kings also held their breath, they knew that what was going to happen next was crucial, after all, it was related to the fate of the demon race.

The demon clan has been the witch clan's biggest enemy for millions of years, so the witch clan naturally dare not be careless in the slightest.

At the moment when Da Lan Tianjun closed his eyes, the candlelight in the conference room suddenly flickered violently, making everyone's faces flicker.

Dalan Tianjun's skinny fingers slowly stroked the turtle's shell. The moment his fingertips touched the turtle's back,

Fine golden lines instantly appeared on the surface of the tortoise shell, twisting and moving like a living thing.

Da Lan Tian Jun's pupils suddenly shrank, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. Then he took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Please help me!"

The other four Wu clan kings looked at each other, and their souls left their bodies. Four rays of light wrapped around Da Lan king like chains, echoing the golden patterns on the tortoise shell.

As the power was injected, veins bulged on Dalan Tianjun's forehead and beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead.

A moment later, blood suddenly oozed from the corners of Da Lan Tianjun's eyes, flowing down along the wrinkles and dripping onto the tortoise shell.

The golden patterns on the turtle's back quickly dimmed and disappeared as if the power had been drained away, leaving only a pitch-black turtle shell.

"Senior, a great treasure has appeared in the East. Judging from its aura... it should be the long-lost Donghuang Bell!"

Da Lan Tianjun spoke these words in a hoarse voice while gasping for breath.

As soon as these words were spoken, the air in the hall seemed to freeze instantly, and everyone's breathing became heavy.

Yushan Tianjun's face turned pale, and he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air: "The Donghuang Bell is the sacred object of the demon clan. If it is controlled by the demon clan, I'm afraid..."

His voice stopped abruptly, but the unfinished words made everyone feel a little horrified.

Da Lan Tianjun didn't bother to wipe the blood off his face, and tremblingly placed his hand on the tortoise shell again.

As the deduction progressed, his expression became more and more solemn, as if covered with a layer of frost.

Dalan Tianjun continued to deduce, his expression becoming more and more solemn:
"Not only that, the luck of the human race seems to be declining, while the luck of the demon race... is even showing signs of surpassing that of the witch race."

As soon as the words fell, the entire meeting room fell into silence.

Xie Que stared at the tortoise shell, and after a moment of silence, he continued, "Tell me the details."

Dalan Tianjun took a deep breath, waved his skinny hand, and took away the tortoise shell.
Instead, there were two beams of light suspended in the air.

The red color represents the demon race, the gold color represents the human race, and the dark blue color symbolizes the fortune of the witch race.

The human race's light column that originally pierced the sky now had a crack on the top, and fine golden light was peeling off.

On the other hand, the light pillars of the demon clan, although still not as majestic as those of the witch clan, were rising madly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Da Lan Tianjun's Adam's apple rolled: "As one side gains, the other loses. The luck of the human race suffers, and the demon race takes advantage of the situation to rise."

Xie Que was silent for a long time, then suddenly chuckled: "Interesting. It looks like the Earthly Immortal Realm is going to be lively again."

He turned around abruptly and said, "Then I'll trouble you all to tell the Wu Clan that I will open the Wu League's high-level skills to speed up the training of high-level body-tempering monks."

"Also, keep a close eye on the east. If there are any large-scale unusual movements by the demon tribe, report them immediately." (End of this chapter)