CXnovel Chapter 134 The Demon Emperor's Shadow Presides Over the Sea of Consciousness
Chapter 134 The Demon Emperor's Shadow Presides Over the Sea of Consciousness
The nine chains, which had been silent, suddenly began to tremble violently.
It made a loud "whoosh" sound.
"You audacious madman!"
"How dare you disturb my slumber!"
An old and hoarse roar finally came from the coffin.
The voice carried an ancient majesty.
Like a thunderclap.
"Bang!"
The heavy bronze coffin lid was actually pried open by a huge force.
A thick, almost impenetrable black smoke billowed out from the crevice.
It coalesced into a giant human face in mid-air.
The man's face was distorted, and his eyes, like two will-o'-the-wisps, were fixed on Xiao Fan.
"How many years has it been..."
"Finally, more living people have arrived here."
The face greedily sniffed the scent of living people in the air.
The voice, which had been angry, suddenly turned sinister and excited.
"Hehehe..."
"What a perfect body!"
"Exceptionally good physical constitution, and full of youthful vigor!"
"This is truly a stroke of luck!"
"My remnant soul, which has lingered on for so long, has finally gained the chance to see the light of day again!"
That was a remnant soul of an ancient demon lord.
Trapped here for thousands of years, they have long since gone mad.
There was absolutely no nonsense.
The enormous black smoke-faced figure let out a shriek.
It transformed directly into a streak of dark light.
It hurtled toward Xiao Fan's brow with incredible speed.
Possession!
For this kind of old monster.
This is a basic operation that I'm very familiar with.
"Kid!"
"Just hand over your body obediently!"
"I will use your body to reach the summit!"
"It's your honor!"
A wild laugh exploded in Xiao Fan's mind.
The remnant soul rushed into Xiao Fan's ancestral aperture between his eyebrows without any hindrance.
however.
next second.
The expected screams and pleas for mercy did not occur.
Xiao Fan remained standing on the edge of the cliff.
His expression was calm.
They didn't even try to dodge.
Within the sea of consciousness.
The once arrogant remnant soul of the Demon Lord was now trembling and cowering in a corner.
Because it saw...real horror.
Deep within Xiao Fan's sea of consciousness.
A towering black shadow sat enthroned on the throne.
The demonic figure's face was obscured.
But it was only a faint aura that was emitted.
This caused the so-called "remnant soul of the Demon Lord" to feel a tremor from the depths of its soul.
That's the suppression of rank.
That's the difference between an emperor and a beggar.
"Demon...Demon Emperor?!"
The remnant soul let out an incredulous scream.
The voices all changed tone.
"How is that possible?!"
"How could there possibly be a divine soul at the level of a Demon Emperor in this world?!"
"Who are you?!"
outside world.
A cruel smile appeared on Xiao Fan's lips.
He pointed to his temple.
He said softly:
"It's easy to get in."
"come out."
"That would be difficult."
Within the sea of consciousness.
The seated demonic figure slowly opened its eyes.
It contains no emotional coloring.
Only endless devouring.
"No--!"
"Spare your life! My lord, spare your life!"
"I was blind and didn't recognize your greatness!"
"I am willing to be your slave..."
The Demon Lord's remnant soul begged for mercy frantically.
It wanted to escape.
But this is Xiao Fan's home turf.
The sea of consciousness has become a prison.
The demonic figure opened its enormous maw and gently inhaled.
"ah--!"
That was the last desperate scream.
Like crushing an ant.
That remnant soul, which had survived for thousands of years, was torn apart, chewed up, and swallowed whole.
"The taste is just average."
"It's gotten a bit sour."
Xiao Fan smacked his lips.
It gave an extremely harsh evaluation.
As the remnant soul was devoured.
A vast and pure stream of memories and primal power exploded within his body in an instant.
Those were the insights gained from the Demon Lord's cultivation during his lifetime.
And the real key to open this bronze coffin.
"Boom—!"
The remnant soul has lost its suppression.
The bronze coffin suspended above the abyss suddenly burst forth with a blinding dark light.
The nine black iron chains broke inch by inch.
"Click, click..."
The coffin was completely opened.
The eerie atmosphere from before was gone.
Instead, there was a vast, pure, primordial demonic energy from the beginning of time.
This is the real treasure.
The foundational artifact for the Demon Emperor's body—[Nine Nether Profound Demon Marrow].
Xiao Fan's eyes flashed with a sharp light.
He leaped into the air.
He jumped directly into the huge bronze coffin.
"Bang!"
The coffin lid closed heavily.
next moment.
The entire Valley of Broken Souls was trembling.
A black beam of energy shot into the sky from the bottom of the abyss.
It pierced directly through the clouds above.
A huge black vortex formed in the sky.
Within a radius of 100 li.
The world changed color.
The sun and moon have lost their light.
Countless cultivators, both righteous and demonic, are exploring the ruins.
They all looked up in shock.
Looking at the astonishing phenomenon in the direction of the Broken Soul Valley.
"That is..."
"Oh my god!"
"What level of treasure has appeared?"
"This kind of oppressive aura..."
......
A black beam of light pierced through the sky and earth.
It shattered the originally oppressive clouds.
The spiritual energy throughout the entire battlefield of immortals and demons became restless and agitated because of this pillar of light.
Monsters within a hundred miles lay prostrate on the ground, trembling in fear.
Meanwhile, the cultivators who were originally fighting, searching for treasure, or even barely surviving...
Everyone stopped what they were doing at that moment.
Their gazes were fervent.
He stared intently in that direction.
That was the call of power.
It is also a manifestation of greed.
On a solitary peak hundreds of miles away from the Valley of Broken Souls.
It's very windy.
The wind made the robes flutter loudly.
Xie Buci held an exquisite white jade teacup in his hand.
The tea in the cup is emerald green, with wisps of steam rising from it.
On this battlefield filled with bloodshed and slaughter, his leisurely spring outing seemed completely out of place.
"Not going?"
Qin Wanzhuang sheathed her longsword.
It emitted a clear and melodious sound.
She gazed at the earth-shattering phenomenon in the distance, a fighting spirit flashing in her eyes.
That level of spiritual pressure fluctuation.
This is definitely a rare treasure.
It could even be some kind of ancient tradition.
"I'm not going."
Xie Buci took a sip of tea.
He looked languid.
They couldn't even be bothered to lift their eyelids.
Why?
Qin Wanzhuang frowned slightly.
Although she disliked Xie Buci's carefree and irresponsible attitude.
But when it comes to important matters, she had to admit that her senior brother's intuition was frighteningly accurate.
"Because it's too bright."
Xie Buci pointed to the black beam of light that shot straight into the sky.
A mocking smile appeared on his lips.
"Junior sister."
"You must remember this."
"In this battlefield between immortals and demons, the more dazzling something is, the hotter it is to handle."
"Look at that beam of light."
Was that a stroke of luck?
"No."
Xie Buci put down his teacup and gently waved his folding fan.
"That was an invitation."
"An invitation from the King of Hell."
"Let all the fools on this battlefield who think they're tough go to a feast of death."
"And the greatest opportunity in this world has never been any divine weapon or ancient inheritance."
Xie Buci pointed to himself, then to Qin Wanzhuang.
"But rather—living."
Wenren Ji, standing to the side, remained quite calm.
He held the ancient sword, which was taller than himself, in his arms.
He was carefully wiping the dust off the scabbard with a rag.
It was as if the world's upheavals had nothing to do with him.