Chapter 1219: First Cohesion
Xu Yangyi nodded in agreement, Yuchang's eyes were mature, this was exactly what he thought.
The Eternal Pill Scripture King broke through to the Venerable Saint Realm, the pale demon body evolved, and what about his infinite truth?
Whether it was to open the Book of Hongmeng Contract or to evolve the demon body, the infinite truth must rush to the realm that matches the realm.
Moreover, for this feast, whether the other party was the last to find out or not, he also needed a few top-grade pills to exchange for the demon's top-grade skills and some other magic weapons.
Walking out of the palace, the sky above his head was red. Xu Yangyi looked up. Some things were simply hard to imagine the grand scene at that time. Similarly, he couldn't imagine what kind of grand scene would appear when the demon furnace exploded.
Aio was already waiting there, his face was anxious, and he kept pacing. Just now, this palace ushered in several violent explosions of demonic energy. Even with the forbidden seal, it felt frightened.
How is Master Xu? What happened here? The other party took away five million magic crystals in one breath! I also paid a deposit of 3 million! A huge sum of 8 million, and got the right to choose a few pills first. Master Xu... won't he go into seclusion again in one breath?
8 million is more than half of the profit of this caravan... If he goes into seclusion again, I won't be able to report it!
Thinking of Xu Yangyi's departure without saying goodbye just now, it was in a state of anxiety and didn't dare to leave here at all.
So, when it saw Xu Yangyi appear again, its smile became sincere.
"Master Xu..." Excessive excitement and anxiety made it almost cry: "Let's not make such jokes next time, okay..."
"Dad, it's so ugly." Hongxian said. Xu Yangyi glared at it: "You kid, why do you always tell the truth?"
Then he looked at Aio: "Can you wait?"
"Let your goods go back first and wait for me here for a year."
"Of course no problem!" Aio said with a long sigh of relief.
Xu Yangyi nodded, turned and walked towards the palace, and Aio immediately followed.
Time flies very fast. In the blink of an eye, a year has passed.
In a huge palace covering hundreds of thousands of square meters, the black robe with fine stitching is as smooth as black swan feathers. There is no extra style, but it looks low-key and luxurious. Ordinary hood style, two silver ribbons hang from the edge, and the sleeves are engraved with complex patterns. A dry hand with only four fingers, and there is a demon face in the palm, slowly stretching out from the cloak.
This is a sealed hall, magnificent and full of wildness. There are countless more than ten meters tall monster heads hanging around, and the throne where this cloaked demon sits is actually a tens of meters in size, composed of the skulls of star beasts. One by one, crystal clear, bloody and primitive chandeliers hang from above, and the murals of the seven monarchs fighting become the background of the hall.
There is no one, only this demon himself, with five light curtains opened around it, and it sits in the center.
In front of him was a suspended magic crystal box, with exquisite carvings. He gently picked up a black pill from it, and looked at the pill pattern condensed by the rolling magic energy above with fascination, and the leaf pattern that the top noble was already familiar with. He took a deep breath, and suddenly, the whole pill turned into a stream of magic energy, turned into ashes from his hands, and was sucked into the cloak.
The cloak shook lightly, and then let out a comfortable groan: "Great... Master Xu has improved again... It is very likely that he will advance to the real saint level a hundred years ago. Although this is a pill for the great demon's honorable saint level, even if this king breathes it, I actually feel that it is slightly beneficial."
Swish, swish, swish, swish, on the light curtain, one by one, figures wearing cloaks appeared, some as tall as a mountain, some as skinny as a stick, and some wrapped in a vast black fog. The cloaked demon gently closed the jade box and looked around: "The King of the Evil Eye... the remnants of the Holy Flame... the Prince of Grizzlies, Prince Sumendar, Grand Duke Perros... there are only six of us here today, let's talk about it, what do you think of Master Xu?"
The remnants of the Holy Flame laughed: "This is the first time in so many years that we have held an independent gathering for a human. Master Xu... is really generous."
The Prince of Grizzlies spoke calmly: "Every time a war in the Abyss ends, new nobles rise and old nobles fall silent. We don't want to be Falling meteor, his strength is fully qualified to place a heavy bet. In this kind of super-large capital game, how much return can a dark horse get? Ladies and gentlemen, you should know better than me. Isn't it? King of Thousand Throats Mosus. "
The King of Thousand Throats stood up from the throne and waved his hand gently. In an instant, the whole hall was shining, and a silver-white light rose from all directions. In a moment, the whole hall turned into a solid starry sky. Countless silver magic lines gathered into the shape of deception, and it was extremely clear.
On this silver-gray hell, countless demon faces appeared, and an ancient family emblem was hung below them. Looking around, there are more than a million! Even approaching tens of millions!
A row of numbers jumped above the head. In this fictional hell, there are tens of thousands of huge spots of light, which are very eye-catching. The most avatars gathered around them. Every day a face disappears.
A tentacle stretched out from the cloak of the King of Thousand Throats, lit on one of the light spots, and said hoarsely: "The number of people who have signed up now has reached 8.72 million. It has only been four years since the beginning. The peak number of signups It’s still far from here, although most of the rubbish will be filtered out before the fifty years are finalized.”
"The family left over from the war between gods and demons in heaven and hell, the Scorching Moon of Gauss." The tentacle moved slightly and clicked on a place. Suddenly, the hell boiled and a huge demonic figure with only one eye on its head appeared. Let out a deafening roar.
"The rating is hidden, the strength is hidden, and the betting funds are not announced, but..." The King of Thousand Throats paused: "As far as I know, its betting funds have reached 40 million. Press it to enter. Next round. Guys, this is just the beginning.”
"And here, there is also the Yuan clan, the survivor of the battle between gods and demons. According to the intelligence, 30 million magic crystals have pressed on it." "Here, the damn Eastern genealogy, I can't detect their players, but someone reported "Eighteen large-scale magic crystal reserves in the Chaos Hell have been exhausted." "And here, the three direct descendants of the Dirty Doom brothers and sisters, their caravan has never left since they returned a hundred years ago. . It’s all caravans.”
"Here." "Here..." "And it..."
Swipe, pull, pull... For more than ten minutes, countless demon phantoms were suspended in the hall like tokens, shining like stars over the moon. This desolate battlefield was illuminated with a chill, and just from a projection, one could smell the approaching bloodshed.
The King of Thousand Throats looked around obsessively, just like the sun looking at the stars. Those shadow tokens reflected pieces of silver-gray brilliance, with an intoxicating number of magic crystals underneath, hundreds of thousands or millions filling the entire hall. . Finally, the tentacles pointed at the location of the Deception Palace.
With a swipe sound, Xu Yangyi's figure jumped out, but...his name was Zero!
Not a single bet was placed!
Don’t look at the demons you just named, they only have tens of millions, but now is just the beginning! Those real plutocrats, such as them, have not yet taken action. Even so, these numbers are far ahead of the mere millions of other demons. Compared to Xu Yangyi, there is a huge difference!
Even if he ends the battle in the abyss within an hour!
All the brilliance around him dimmed, leaving only Xu Yangyi's figure. The King of Thousand Throats said slowly: "Master Xu has his strengths. The elixir can ensure that there are no injuries, and he can continue to fight at his peak state..."
"But his disadvantages are also obvious." Before he could finish, Prince Sumendar said: "It doesn't understand the habits of other demons, and it doesn't know the pertinence of its bloodline. The most important thing is..."
"He has a noble status. As a quasi-saint, he does not need to purify his bloodline like us. Does he have the killing intent and determination to stand in front of the devil's oven at all costs?"
"If not, he wouldn't be able to get past the fourth round, let alone advance to the top 1,000."
At this moment, the King of Thousand Throats suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky. Not just it, all the demons raised their heads and looked into the sky in disbelief.
At this moment, all at once, between the original, between the cruelty, between the deception, between the killing, between the madness, between the viciousness... each hell, a pair of ancient eyes suddenly opened. They all looked into the air. And at the top of every hell are eighteen huge towers. Eighteen ancient and seemingly eternal gazes finally woke up from their slumber.
Among the deceptions, the core deceives the Nie Palace. In this huge mountainous palace, there is a tower that rushes into the clouds.
It's called the Gray Tower of Deception, and correspondingly there are the Violent Deep Blue Tower, the Killing Scarlet Tower, the Mad Dark Tower, the Original Holy White Tower, and so on.
If the Palace of Deception is the core, then these eighteen towers are the brain, the heart of all demons.
Because... they are the Eighteen Great Demon Lords, the ancient sleeping places of the eighteen who survived the battle between heaven and hell.
At the top of the Gray Tower of Deception, where the surging and most essence of demonic energy has been densely covered for tens of thousands of years, at this moment, in the darkness, a figure deeper than darkness, older than history, and greater than the plane, slightly He trembled, and then slowly opened one eye.
About one meter in size, I swept it lightly, and then looked above my head in surprise, as if I was seeing the sky through the gray tower, and a voice that seemed to be engraved in the long history slowly sounded: "Ahead of time?"
"Why? This... is the first time that the Demonic Oven's cohesion is advanced. Does this mean that the explosion will also be advanced? How could this happen?"