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Chapter 620: The Ancestor of All Demons!

The ninth floor of Pangu Temple.

Micro chaotic world.

The three thousand divine clones are like stars surrounding the moon, surrounding the original soul in a circle.

They and Zhang Fan were immersed in the contemplation of the Hongmeng rules.

Hongmeng rules!

It is the supreme rule of a higher level, vast and complex.

Every rule is like a long, flowing river.

It flows with endless mysteries, profound, obscure and elusive.

Sometimes it takes tens of thousands of years to understand only a tiny fragment, just like scooping up a grain of sand in the vast ocean, small and difficult.

Fortunately, his previous experience in refining the Hongmeng Treasure Tree and the Hongmeng World-Destroying Tower laid a certain foundation for him.

The mysterious runes contained in these two Hongmeng treasures are also part of the Hongmeng rules.

During the process of comprehension, Zhang Fan constantly verified these runes with his own insights to deepen his understanding of the Hongmeng rules.

……

Deep in the dark and demonic hellish prison, stands an evil and strange towering altar.

The altar was made up of piles of bones, and every bone exuded a bone-chilling chill, as if it were a thousand-year-old ice.

It is engraved with twisted and complex runes, which look like grimaces with howling pain and distorted faces.

It appears and disappears in the dim light that flickers like ghost lights, as if silently telling of endless injustice and pain.

The Demon Ancestor's body was tightly wrapped in thick black fog, and his bony figure looked like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

The Demon Ancestor slightly raised his head and muttered something. As he chanted, it seemed as if countless wronged souls were cursing in unison.

The sound echoed in the dead silent space, making people feel creepy.

As the Demon Ancestor chanted, the dry bones on the altar began to tremble slightly, making clearly audible crackling sounds.

Sudden.

The Demon Ancestor suddenly opened his eyes. There was not a trace of white in his eyes, but instead a bottomless black.

The Demon Ancestor raised his hands high and shouted sternly: "Use the souls of thousands of resentful spirits to summon the Demon Ancestor to come!"

His voice was like a roar from the deepest part of hell, causing the surrounding demonic energy to surge and boil.

Before he finished speaking, the Demon Ancestor danced his hands quickly in front of him, leaving a trail of afterimages behind with his ten fingers.

The blood-red tracks intertwined together, quickly forming a mysterious and evil pattern.

In the pattern, countless faces of people struggling in pain appear, emitting sharp screams and wails, the sound of which penetrates the soul and makes people shudder.

"Pfft!"

The Demon Ancestor violently tore open his chest, and blood splattered onto the altar in front of him like a raging fountain.

It was instantly absorbed by the dry bones, making them even redder, like rubies soaked in blood.

Followed by.

Ignoring the severe pain in his chest, the Demon Ancestor reached into his chest with both hands and pulled out the still violently beating heart.

The Demon Ancestor smashed his heart hard on the altar, and the heart exploded instantly, turning into a thick black blood mist that quickly spread and enveloped the entire altar.

at this time.

The dry bones on the altar began to shake violently. They collided and rubbed against each other, making a harsh sound, as if countless wronged souls were struggling in pain.

These dry bones gradually gathered into a huge black vortex, and shrill wails continued to come from the center of the vortex.

The vortex spun faster and faster, and the surrounding space was drawn into it, forming a huge vortex of time and space that seemed to be able to swallow up everything.

A towering shadow gradually emerged in the vortex of time and space.

This towering shadow was surrounded by black flames, in which countless distorted human faces could be vaguely seen, writhing and screaming in the flames, in agony and despair.

The eyes of the towering shadow were like two balls of burning devilish fire, and wherever they went, cracks were burned into the space.

"What do you want to call me for?" The voice of the towering shadow was like rolling thunder, carrying endless majesty, echoing in the Netherworld.

Every word seemed to contain endless dark power, and cracks appeared in the surrounding space.

The Demon Ancestor quickly knelt on the ground with his head pressed tightly against the ground.

His body was shaking violently, not because of fear, but because of awe and fanaticism for the creature before him.

"Great Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons, a huge incident has occurred during the fight for the Golden Lotus of Origin in Pangu World!"

"There is a boy named Zhang Fan who has seized the Golden Lotus of Origin and has become the master of the Pangu World!"

"Zhang Fan? Who is he?"

"He is just a nobody outside Pangu World, insignificant!"

The Demon Ancestor said in a deep voice: "He was able to seize the Origin Golden Lotus because he possessed the Hongmeng World-Destroying Tower and the Original Spirit!"

Hear the words.

The Ancestor of All Demons took a step forward suddenly, and the demonic energy around him instantly surged violently.

A horrifying greed gushed out from his blood-red eyes, like an ancient ferocious beast smelling its prey.

"What did you say?"

"The Hongmeng World-Destroying Tower is actually in the hands of that kid named Zhang Fan?"

The voice of the Ten Thousand Demon Ancestor was filled with uncontrollable excitement.

"Yes!"

"Good! Good! Good!"

"Since the Hongmeng World-Destroying Tower is in his hands, the Hongmeng Treasure Tree must also be in his hands... I finally found it!"

The eyes of the Ten Thousand Demons Ancestor were bloodshot, and his gaze was like a hungry wolf staring at its prey, staring at the Demon Ancestor.

"Pay close attention to Zhang Fan's every move and report to me at any time!"

The voice of the Ten Thousand Demons Ancestor was filled with unquestionable majesty.

Every word seemed like an evil curse engraved deep in the soul, hitting the Demon Ancestor's heart heavily.

The Demon Ancestor quickly responded: "I will obey the orders of the Demon Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons!"

The demons of the Ten Thousand Demons slowly dissipated, and the Demon Ancestor then raised his head.

An indescribable excitement and anticipation welled up on His face.

The ancestor of all demons!

It’s not the chaotic void creature, but... the destructive spirit!
……

The Dragon Dynasty of the Four Seas.

A rich deep purple dragon aura surrounded the Ancestral Dragon, and the scales on its body shone with a cold metallic luster.

Zulong's eyes were like two purple moons emitting faint light, deep and mysterious, and he suddenly opened his bloody mouth.

The low and long dragon roar shook the surrounding sea water and instantly raised huge waves several feet high, like thousands of horses galloping.

"Use my blood as a sacrifice to summon the ancestor of all dragons!"

Zulong's voice was low and heavy, and every word contained endless power, which was transmitted in the sea water, causing circles of energy ripples.

The surrounding sea water boiled instantly. The originally calm sea water was no longer a simple liquid, but turned into countless nimble little dragons.

These little dragons are transparent throughout, yet they exude a strong dragon power.

The body appears and disappears in the light, constantly moving and changing.

These small dragons entwine and intertwine with each other, gradually forming a huge and complex dragon pattern.

The dragon in the pattern has a winding body and outstretched claws, looking lifelike.

The Ancestral Dragon stretched out his huge dragon claws and violently ripped apart the dragon scales on his chest. A stream of blood gushed out from the wound.

This blood was not an ordinary red, but a deep and noble gold, dripping into the pattern.

(End of this chapter)