Chapter 2102 Transaction

In the pitch-black hall, it was extremely oppressive. Horrific scenes of evil spirits sucking blood are carved on the walls, and the surrounding pillars are carved entirely from human bones. In the very center of the palace, there is a huge pool of blood, in which the blood is plopping like a spring. On the bank of the blood pool, there was a futon. On the futon, sitting cross-legged, was an old man in a black robe who was so thin that only his skin and bones remained.

The old man's skin was a bit horribly white, in stark contrast to the blood red in the blood pool.

On the opposite side of the old man, stood a burly man with blood rolling in his body, giving people the feeling of a roaring river.

When ordinary people come here, they are too depressed to lift their heads, especially in front of this skinny old man who looks like a dead man, they are even more frightened and silent. But this man folded his arms and looked at the old man quietly. There was an imperceptible look of contempt in his eyes.

Anyone who dared to show such disrespect to the ancestor of the Demon Sect would have his head twisted off, and put all the blood in his body into this blood pool. At this moment, the skinny old man seemed to have not seen the disrespect towards the other party.

"What's the matter, you need fellow daoist to go there in person?"

The ancestor of the Demon Cult opened his mouth, revealing a few teeth that had almost fallen out. It seemed that his speech was leaking, so that he couldn't speak clearly.

This is a person who is close to transforming the Tao, but the eerie feeling when speaking makes it impossible to underestimate his energy.

Only a quasi-emperor-level expert like Yuan Kui can stay here without changing his face. Anyone from the Demon Cult, even the leader of the Demon Cult, would have to prostrate on the ground and dare not look directly at him.

Yuan Kui didn't answer, but asked, "Fellow Taoist hasn't walked around the world for eight hundred years, right?"

The ancestor of the Demon Cult was silent for a while, and said with some emotion: "To be precise, it was 837 years ago. I'm afraid the outside world has already forgotten me?"

The ancestor of the Demon Cult looked straight at Yuan Kui, as if he was interested in whether people from the outside had forgotten him.

Yuan Kui said: "Of course the young people don't know, but your old opponents should not forget."

"Haha..." The ancestor of the Demon Cult suddenly laughed, giving people a feeling that he would burp when he smiled. In the end, he finished laughing, not only did not burp, but a pale face appeared With a blush, he said, "As long as they remember, that's enough."

Yuan Kui said disapprovingly: "If fellow Taoists don't go out for a walk, I'm afraid they will forget about it."

The ancestor of the demon sect withdrew his gaze, looked at his hands, and said mockingly: "If I go out again with this old bone, what if I can't come back?"

The ancestor of the Demon Cult did not mean to be joking, but rather desolate. Even Yuan Kui was somewhat affected.

Isn't the patriarch of the Demon Cult at this time the portrayal of a hero's twilight?

Yuan Kui sighed secretly, put away his contempt, and said: "If you are willing to go out with me, I guarantee that you will not only come back safe and sound, but also alive and kicking."

The ancestor of the Demon Cult smiled wryly: "It's already amazing to be able to come back safely, how dare you expect to be alive and kicking?"

Yuan Kui said: "What if I guarantee that Fellow Daoist will get another thirty years of life?"

"Oh?" In the eyes of the ancestor of the Demon Cult, two bright lights shot out, but they quickly dimmed, and said, "It's not easy!"

The strong man in the early stage of Emperor Zhun had a lifespan of thousands of years, and thirty years was really not worth mentioning. But to reach the imminent age of the ancestor of the Demon Cult, let alone a hundred years, even ten years is an extravagant hope.

If it weren't for these eight hundred years, when he no longer cared about trivial matters in the world, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to cultivating enlightenment, realizing the destiny, and having endless spiritual blood to nourish him, he would have died long ago and turned into withered bones.

Now, the ancestor of the Demon Cult has sensed that the end is approaching rapidly, and he may not live for more than three years. He, a living legend, will soon become a legend.

As a result, before Shenting promised him many benefits to let him go out, he didn't agree. He didn't expect Yuan Kui, a heavyweight, to go out in person.

The more the Shenting attaches great importance to it, the more the ancestors of the Demon Cult naturally dare not agree easily.

Even if the other party promised 30 years of life as a reward, there was no big disturbance.

Thirty years of life is tempting, but if the next thing to do may threaten his life, he still feels that it is more appropriate to guard him for three years.

The more expert he is at his level, the more he is afraid of death.

Yuan Kui saw through the thoughts of the ancestor of the Demon Cult at a glance, turned over his palm, and a jade bottle appeared in his hand, and he could vaguely see that there was a cat's eye-sized elixir inside the jade bottle.

Yuan Kui said: "This elixir is called Jiuyang Huidan, and it contains the power of Jiuyang. It is the supreme treasure pill to improve longevity. Even in our Shenting, there are only three left at this time. It was passed down from the ancient times, presumably fellow Taoists should have heard of this pill. If you refine this pill, not to mention many, thirty years of life, you can definitely win it with the sky."

The dim eyes of the ancestor of the Demon Cult suddenly brightened, staring fixedly at the elixir in Yuan Kui's hand, said: "Of course I have heard of this elixir, I didn't expect that Shenting really has it."

The tone of the ancestor of the Demon Cult became a little louder, and the pool of stagnant water in his heart stirred up thousands of waves.

In the past few hundred years, he has read countless ancient books, and he has naturally heard of the Nine Suns Returning Pill that can increase lifespan and help people and the sky. I also sent people to Shenting to inquire, but did not get any news.

If the elixir in front of him is really Jiuyang Hui elixir, then he can definitely compete with the sky for another 30 years of life, even if it is worth fighting with his life.

The ancestor of the Demon Sect is worthy of being a hero of the generation, he quickly suppressed the excitement in his heart, and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

Yuan Kui smiled and said, "Cheer up, I need fellow Taoists and me to kill someone."

The ancestor of the Demon Cult frowned and asked, "Who?"

Looking at the Zhongtian Continent, there are only a handful of people who can make Shenting join hands with Yuan Kui to kill at the cost of a Nine Suns Returning Pill. Those few characters are all existences that the ancestors of the Demon Cult have always been afraid of.

Yuan Kui said: "Han Yu, Brother Dao, I'm afraid you haven't heard of this person."

The ancestor of the Demon Sect said in surprise: "Swallowing the Demon Body, Han Yu?"

"Oh?" Yuan Kui said in surprise, "I didn't expect Fellow Daoist to have heard of him."

The ancestor of the Demon Cult said: "He has been very popular recently, and he doesn't want to know."

Yuan Kui said disdainfully: "It's just a junior who doesn't know how to live or die!"

The ancestor of the Demon Sect asked: "Is it true that only this person was killed?"

Yuan Kui said, "That's him."

The ancestor of the Demon Cult said happily: "Okay, I promise."

He didn't understand why Shenting was so violent when he only dealt with a small Han Yu. But he didn't need to understand that it was the best deal to get the treasure of Jiuyang Huidan by killing a little Han Yu, and there was no reason to refuse it.