Panlong: Taotie bloodline, unlimited power growth!

Deep within the Ash Mountains.

Raven stood up and dusted off his robes, brushing off non-existent dust.

Then.

Raven had a sudden thought.

Several streaks of light emerged from the main body, transforming into several human figures that circled around.

On the far left is a water-elemental god clone dressed in a deep blue robe.

Its aura is vast and boundless, like an abyss or the sea.

This is Raven's strongest trump card at the moment.

The realm of superior gods.

All six profound mysteries represent the state of perfection.

more importantly.

[The Profound Mysteries of the Water Element], [The Profound Mysteries of the Sharpness of Ice], [The Profound Mysteries of Water Body Techniques]...

These three profound laws have been completely integrated.

If we take into account the powerful physical body of the original body...

Even when facing a regular seven-star demon, Raven could put up a fight.

Beside him was a fire-elemental god clone dressed in a red robe.

The middle god realm.

The fire-elemental divine avatar has fully comprehended the profound mysteries of the three laws.

and.

The mysteries of the Fire Element and the mysteries of Explosion have also been merged together.

Next came the newly formed Thunder God clone and the earlier condensed Light God clone.

These two divine avatars are currently both lower-level gods.

As for the last two...

Two figures, one in black and one in green.

A clone of the God of Destruction.

The incarnation of the God of Life.

Although they are also lower-ranking gods.

However, this is because it involves the cultivation of the four major rules.

These two divine avatars are somewhat stronger than the lightning and light god avatars.

"You're a bit too unbalanced in your studies."

Raven stroked his chin, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

An ordinary god-level expert would be lucky to have three divine clones.

But Raven possesses six divine clones.

even.

As time goes by.

Raven could have even more divine clones.

Fortunately.

Raven possesses the bloodline of the Taotie.

As long as there is enough high-quality food.

Raven can continuously devour others, making himself stronger quickly.

"receive."

soon.

Raven's mind raced.

All the divine clones instantly returned to their positions.

The cave returned to its deathly silence.

Raven looked up, his gaze piercing through the thick layers of rock, as if he could see the blood-red sky outside.

Time to go buy more goods.

……

A month later.

Purple Thorn Continent, Maple Leaf City.

This is an ancient city, entirely constructed from dark red ore.

The city wall is hundreds of feet high, resembling a giant beast crouching in the sky.

A sword-shaped metallic life form pierced the sky.

We arrived at the city gate.

The sword-shaped metal life disappeared.

Raven was dressed in a black robe, with the hood pulled low, revealing only his resolute chin.

I paid the city entry fee.

The moment I stepped through the city gate, a cacophony of noise hit me.

The wide streets were teeming with people.

There were burly men who were three meters tall, alien races with wings on their backs, and old men with a cold aura.

Despite their different races, each of them exudes a divine aura.

In Hell, the Holy Land is nothing but an ant, not even qualified to enter the city.

Raven did not wander around the streets.

His goal was very clear.

Devil's Castle.

It was a castle that was completely black.

A huge demon head is carved above the main entrance.

The gaping maw is the entrance, as if it wants to devour all living beings that enter it.

Raven went inside.

The hall was extremely spacious, large enough to accommodate thousands of people.

The cacophony of voices filled my ears.

Raven walked straight to a counter on the left.

Behind the counter sat a middle-aged woman with short purple hair, idly fiddling with a crystal in her hand.

The woman didn't even lift her eyelids when she sensed someone approaching.

"Buy or sell?"

Her voice was languid, with a hint of nonchalance.

"Sell."

Lei Wenyan's words were concise and to the point.

"Take it out and let us see."

The woman still did not look up.

Raven didn't waste any words and flipped his hand over.

"Splash—"

A crisp impact sound rang out.

A small mountain instantly piled up on the counter.

The colorful divine figures shimmered with a captivating luster under the lights.

The once noisy hall fell silent for a few breaths in that instant.

The woman with short purple hair froze.

She slowly raised her head, and her originally languid eyes now shrank to the size of pinpoints.

Too much.

There are more than 800 lower-level deities.

There are also more than two hundred mid-level deities.

As for the higher-level deities, although few, there are still more than ten.

This isn't a place to sell things.

This is clearly the result of the slaughter of a medium-sized tribe.

"Glug."

A burly man who was handing in his task nearby swallowed hard.

He subconsciously took two steps to the side, increasing the distance between himself and Raven.

In hell, divinity represents wealth.

But it also represents killing.

The person who can produce so many divine attributes is either the leader of a large bandit group or a ruthless lone wolf.

Neither of them are easy to mess with.

The woman with short purple hair quickly regained her professional demeanor.

She gave Raven a deep look, and her attitude instantly became much more respectful.

"grown ups."

"Please wait a moment while I check."

Her fingers flew across the pile of divine cores, her mental energy rapidly scanning each one.

"There are 832 lower-level deities, each worth 100 inkstones according to the purchase price."

"There are 215 mid-level divine titles, each worth 10,000 inkstones."

"Thirteen high-level deities, each worth one million inkstones."

The abacus clicked and clacked.

After a while.

The woman handed over a purple-gold card.

"A total of 15,233,200 inkstones."

"Please keep this safe."

Raven took the card, his expression calm.

More than ten million inkstones.

For an ordinary god-level powerhouse, this is an astronomical figure.

You could buy tens of thousands of these low-tier artifacts.

But in Raven's view, this was just turning the food waste he collected along the way into cash.

The true essence—the physical bodies of those god-level powerhouses—had long since entered his stomach.

"I want to register as a demon."

Raven put away the card and spoke again.

The woman was slightly taken aback, then suddenly realized.

With such wealth and killing skills, it would be a real shame if they didn't become demons.

"Registration fee is 10,000 inkstones."

Raven casually swiped 10,000 across the coin.

"Please follow me; an assessment is required."

The woman stood up, ready to lead the way.

"No need."

Raven stood still, and a vast aura suddenly erupted from his body.

boom!

A light blue halo instantly enveloped an area of ​​ten meters in radius.

The water elements in the air seemed to receive a king's command, cheering and condensing into tangible ripples.

The overwhelming power of the superior god!

Everyone in the hall felt a tightness in their chest, as if a mountain was pressing down on them.

Those lower-ranking gods were even paler and their legs went weak.

The woman with short purple hair's pupils dilated in surprise.

Higher God!

In hell, strength is the only privilege.

The originally tedious demon test was exempted from examination for high-ranking gods.

"I'm sorry, sir."

"Since Your Excellency is a high-ranking god."

"According to the rules of Demon Castle, a high-ranking god can be directly promoted to a three-star demon upon registration."

I sensed Raven's presence.

The woman quickly bowed, a fine layer of sweat appearing on her forehead.

"Um."

Raven regained his composure.

The pressure in the hall suddenly disappeared.

The way everyone looked at Raven changed from wariness to awe.

A short while later.

A black medal was handed to Raven.

The medal features a demon's head engraved on the front and three eerie, blood-red stars on the back.

Samsung Demon.

This is a symbol of status and a recognition of strength.

With this thing.

They have special privileges when accepting missions, buying intelligence, and even making purchases within the city.