Chapter 2266 Star Funeral

Song Wanxi is dead. The noble princess of the Shui Mansion who was responsible for the fate of the Qingjiang Shui Tribe, deeply loved Zhuang Chengqian, and was protected by her brother, has died lonely in the deep palace of Zhuang Kingdom.

What Song Hengjiang was protecting at the bottom of the Qingjiang River was only the body of Song Wanxi, a water tribe member, and his own love and memory for his sister.

What Zhuang Chengqian saw in the glazed coffin was only the true love that he had given up with his own hands.

The tears in the corner of Song Wanxi's eyes that day were just the regret that this body could not let go. After Zhuang Chengqian died, everything melted like spring snow.

She has become a demon and has completely become a member of the demon clan.

Humans and demons are already completely different races.

Throughout the ages, there has never been a self-aware demon who felt that he was a human being. Even if he did become a demon in human form, he would have all the memories of when he was a human being.

The same is true for the water tribe that has become a demon.

But the meaning of "puppet" is to define "self" as "other me".

Zhuang Chengqian pushed Song Wanxi to the final step of becoming a demon, erasing her independence and turning her into a pure weapon.

It has thinking and memory, but from the fundamental level of consciousness, it is only a weapon for the puppet master to think about.

As time goes by, the blood contract deepens, becomes instinct, and finally exists beyond instinct.

Zhuang Chengqian indeed has talents that span the world, and Song Wanxi has always known this.

She opened her eyes and looked at the gray sky through the glazed coffin lid.

The true demon's eyesight can see very far away, but it cannot catch any light. There are no stars or moon in the demon world's sky. There are only huge floating meteorites hanging in the far sky - they are the stars of death.

The deserted tombs of the world bury more than just living beings.

After the separation at the bottom of the Qingjiang River, this bloody puppet wandered alone in the deserted tombs of the world. After being summoned in the Wuyidu Mountains, I briefly saw the puppet master again.

After that, Jiang Wang strengthened the divine seal method, first becoming a divine presence, and then proving the truth of the cave. He strengthened the induction again and again, but the real connection never happened again.

First, Jiang Wang himself is attracting more and more attention. It is easy to capture traces of demonic energy, and his connection with the real demon is difficult to explain. Second, the meeting with the Seven Hate Demon Lord made him feel uneasy about Song Wanxi's condition. Although the Seven Hate Demon King was obviously just a distraction at that time, Song Wanxi seemed to have managed to escape... After all, she had been afraid of well ropes for ten years, and when her strength was insufficient, there was always no harm in being more cautious.

After many years of separation, as a blood puppet, she walked alone in this desolate world and looked into the distance more than once.

Most of the time, there is nothing.

Buzz…

boom!

Suddenly a meteorite fell. As it fell into the sky, it ignited flames and turned into a burning fireball, becoming a faint light in the dark sky.

From the dim light, it burns into brilliance.

The dark and gloomy land was illuminated by the fire, revealing the ugly and rugged parts of the land, like a seriously ill patient lying on a hospital bed waiting to die. He opened his clothes to reveal his skinny bones with piercing eyes.

In the immeasurable time of the demon world, it is the last funeral of these dead stars that brings accidental light to this world. It is also the only light.

How can you say that this fireball is not the sun?

Although it was short-lived.

After breaking through the quiet force field in the high zone, the fireball seemed to be boosted by some kind of force. The speed of its fall suddenly accelerated, getting faster and faster, and it became more and more huge in the field of vision. Finally, there is a bright volcano, a burning mountain, a world that has become a ruin and is undergoing the final burning - after a huge earthquake, all the fires are extinguished.

It was like being swallowed by a giant beast watching in the darkness.

The remains of the stars disappeared together with the burning light.

Of course, those blood-colored phoenix eyes can still see the world clearly, and see the remains of stars falling on the desolate earth. The thick darkness engulfs the undulating Gobi desert. In the distance of the forest, there are countless strange shadows rolling in like a tide.

Rustling, rustling, rustling, gathering into a sound like a tidal wave.

Densely packed monsters rushed out from the crypt, from the sand pile, from the tomb... from various places, and swarmed onto the remains of the star.

There were many monsters that were melted the moment they came into contact with the star debris, but more monsters rushed over. In the end, only the monster's watch case remained, unevenly connected together, like a colony of ants covering the flesh and bones that had fallen to the ground.

Yes, the remains of the stars... are the food of the devil.

Those sand, gravel, mud and lava... can also be put into the throat.

The Tomb of the Ten Thousand Realms is really too barren, so barren that the vitality will "die" here. Sometimes even the complete space has to be chewed up. Even foreign stones are precious.

Most monsters are hungry from birth to death.

Only those beings who have truly been tempered in a cruel world and are qualified to be recognized as real demons will be nourished by the vitality that the demon lord plunders from the outside world, and will have the possibility of growing, or even accelerating growth.

Song Wanxi watched all this indifferently.

No matter what species it is, when it reaches the level of cave truth, it has grasped the truth of the world and formed its own universe, without the need for external nourishment. Although she travels in the deserted tombs of the world, she does not need to have any connection with this world or worship any demon king.

She is a real demon, but the "puppet" is in front of the "devil". She has no sense of belonging or lack of belonging to the identity of the demon. She only follows the orders of the puppet master.

The puppet master's last order was to "leave", so she kept running away, running away, for a long, long time.

Then again for a long time, no more orders came. She prepared a familiar coffin for herself, lay down in the endless tomb forest, and fell into eternal waiting until the end of her life.

At this moment, she suddenly discovered that the sky, which had returned to its gray state after the meteorite fell, seemed to have turned into a dark sea. The ripples are gently rippling, making a distant call.

There was no reaction from the monsters on the earth that were devouring the star debris. It was obvious that only she could see this scene.

She opened her eyes wide, and saw a pair of red, vicious, and demonic eyes in the "dark sea"!

These were not the puppet master's original eyes, but they made her feel extremely familiar. They were the feeling of being connected by a blood bond.

When the puppet master becomes true, his subconscious calls him.

Song Wanxi pushed open the glazed coffin and sat up suddenly.

At this moment, the demonic energy filled the air, with this black tomb as the center, flowing like a tide, resolutely pushing in all directions.

Even in the deserted tomb of the world, the real demon is still the lord!

A shrill demonic roar sounded all around, and countless graveyards trembled.

In the past few years that she has been lying here, this area has been ruled by her.

The surrounding cemeteries were filled with generals and demons who had surrendered to her. Each general demon rules many evil demons and many monsters.

The general already possesses simple intelligence.

Some generals and demons who have reached the divine level of strength even have a certain level of thinking.

What they surrender to is the real demon. What level of existence does the real demon surrender to?

At a certain moment, the minds of those generals and demons with certain intelligence suddenly reached the boundless sea.

In the endless sea, they saw——

A fierce demonic ape holding the sky and the sea, half of its body is in the sea, and the other half is in the sky.

The half-body that is only exposed on the sea has muscles as thick as a forest, hair as long as a forest, and is as majestic as a mountain. It is majestic!

Black air lingers around the chest and abdomen, like clouds surrounding a mountain.

The two eyes were as big as houses, and the blood-red gaze dropped down, making the entire sea turn red.

Surrender! Surrender! Surrender!

These demons all knelt down on the sea, showing the surrender of the demons, and they will always regard this demon ape as their master. All demons worship and respect the demon lord.

At the heart of the demon ape, there is a shadow of a divine seal——

Below is the land in all directions, shaped by topaz.

Above is a statue of a demon ape, named after the red jade.

This is the true form of the divine seal method that has been cultivated to this point.

Today's Jiang Wang is the Jiang Wang who has achieved the first achievement in Dongzhen in ancient and modern times. Today, Jiang Wang is preparing to climb up again after stripping away the influence of Heavenly Dao, and achieve the long-lasting and undisputed number one spot in the ancient and modern caves.

His understanding of spiritual practice has surpassed that of Zhuang Chengqian who originally created the "Divine Seal Method".

The light of his supernatural power has shone on ancient and modern times, illuminating all realms.

At this moment, in the subconscious sea that is completely controlled by him, the brilliance of the divine seal method bathes the demons.

Song Wanxi, with blue hair and blood-stained eyes, walked slowly among the kneeling demons.

The demon ape looked down at her and said in a majestic voice: "I have all the memories of the Bone God."

A bit of divine light flew out from between Song Wanxi's eyebrows and flew towards the demon ape.

And at this moment, a long and thin index finger with distinct knuckles was gently raised, like an arch bridge blocking the bright moon, in front of this light spot.

Along with this index finger appeared a man in black with a handsome face and narrow eyes.

He was completely human, and he looked up at the majestic demonic ape that towered over the sky and the sea, with an unspeakable smile on his face: "The Bone God? A Nether God who only has transcendent power in the Netherworld? After nine Nian, you dare to summon the demon puppet again, is it for Him?"

"Has it been nine years?" The demon ape opened his mouth ferociously and suddenly lowered his head: "Is there a possibility that I am doing this for you, Demon Lord of Seven Hates? You asked me about my true heart in the past, and you ask me today Your real name!”

The angry sea surges thousands of miles away, and this ape stoops like a mountain!

The light spot flying out from Song Wanxi's eyebrows instantly developed into a cord of light, quickly wrapping around and tying up the Seven Hate Demon Lord tightly. At the next moment, the light cord was invaded into an ink rope, and then turned into an ink snake. It passed a clear ink mark in the air and flew towards the demon ape's eye as big as a house. During the rapid flight, flames ignited from the snake's head and burned away in an instant.

The process of a point of light from eruption to annihilation explains this sudden war, but both sides have been waiting for a long time.

Jiang Wang wanted to prove that he was the best cave in ancient and modern times, so he chose to look at the top of the mountain and even the scenery above it.

Of course, in Dongzhen's realm, no matter how strong he was, he would never be able to collide head-on with the Seven Hate Demon Lord.

In the most thorough way possible, he traced the potential presence of the Demon Lord on the Demon Puppet.

The place of this battle is not the demon world, nor is it somewhere deep in the universe.

But in this world, in the subconscious sea that Jiang Zhenren deliberately spread.

The Seven Hate Demon Lord actually came to the world with his demonic thoughts through the connection between the real blood puppet Song Wanxi and the puppet master Jiang Wang.

Just as the Bone God has transcendent power in the Netherworld, he can only show the power of the Tao in this world.

The Seven Hate Demon Lord has unlimited power in the demon world, but has very clear boundaries in this world.

This boundary is very clear under Jiang Wang's current combat power.

The Demon King of Seven Hates has not lost yet, but he already knows the outcome. He opened his big hand and advanced instead of retreating: "Come, come, come - I will give you the true meaning of the Seven Hatreds, so that you can understand the power of the devil and know what mistakes you made back then!"

The burly demon ape just raised its mountain-like palm and slammed it down onto the sea surface. In an instant, the entire subconscious sea surged and roared. In an instant, the boundless waves swept everything and engulfed the black-clothed demon king.

…

Among the desolate tombs of the world.

The blood puppet demon Song Wanxi finally got up from the glass coffin.

After nine years, she received the order from the puppet master again, and she wanted to walk in the deserted world again.

But right in front of her, a cold, dark spot suddenly appeared. This dark spot was glowing and swirled gently, like a dancing ribbon. The Seven Hate Demon Lord, dressed in black, stood in front of Song Wanxi.

The Demon King is the master of the tomb of all realms.

The source of power of the Eight Demon Lords is the eight eternal demon arts. These eight magic arts exist forever and are immortal. Even in the most desolate moments, when the entire tomb of the world is sealed and no demon can plunder the vitality, these eight magic arts themselves are still alive. Can obtain a steady stream of strength.

In fact, they are still circulating in this world and will last forever.

Therefore, one can imagine the status of the Eight Demon Lords in the Desolate Tomb of All Realms - they are almost the only living eyes in this pool of stagnant water, and they are the only remaining ripples in this desolate world.

This is an importance that cannot be replaced by any demon.

Not to mention, the Eight Demon Lords are also related to the great legend of the return of the Demon Ancestor.

The hierarchy within the demon clan is far more strict than that of human-demon Shura. The eight demon kings are supreme, each of them rules a vast territory, and their majesty cannot be challenged.

Therefore, it is completely conceivable to replace the original version of the "Sea of ​​Bitter Desire Demon Art" with "Seven Hate Demonic Art" and become the only new demon king in the demon world in all eternity. The horror of the Seven Hate Demon Lord is completely conceivable.

What Song Wanxi was fighting in the Deserted Tomb of All Realms was just a demonic clone that was doing chores.

What Jiang Wang encountered in the devil's cave was just a wisp of evil thoughts that fell across the world.

What Jiang Wang was fighting in the subconscious sea was only the demonic thoughts within a certain limit.

These are far from the peak.

At this moment, in this desolate tomb of the world, what appears in front of Song Wanxi is the combination of the Dharma body and the Tao body, with demon power in his body, the real Seven Hate Demon Lord!

The relationship between Jiang Wang and the Blood Puppet Demon has been silent for many years, and he has been waiting for it for many years.

Now it seems that these nine years of waiting are meaningless. Jiang Wang was fully wary of him. He had gone from the Neifu Realm to the current limit of the Dongzhen. He also specially selected his home field and opened up the subconscious sea before he was willing to hook up with the demon puppet. From beginning to end, I was not personally involved in danger.

The Seven Hate Demon Lord can at most wipe out the blood puppet and cannot possibly harm the puppet master.

But the Demon King of Seven Hates does not feel that all this is meaningless.

He stared into Song Wanxi's bloody phoenix eyes, as if through a mirror, he was looking at the demon ape in the distant world: "The Bone God, is it you hate? If you are willing to surrender to me, I can help you kill it!" "

Song Wanxi's body remained motionless, and her mind was completely silent.

Those phoenix eyes seemed to be made of red glass, or just glass. There is no emotion or exploration at all.

But the Seven Hate Demon Lord could see that the faint red light in the depths of these eyes was Master Jiang from the other life, making a silent invitation.

Really cautious!

He refused to send even the slightest thought through the air, for fear of being caught by him.

The Seven Hate Demon Lord smiled indifferently, separated his demon thoughts again, jumped into the subconscious sea of ​​the other world, and appeared again in front of the demon ape that stood tall in the sky and the sea.

Looking up at those ferocious eyes, he repeated the question: "Do you want to kill the bones?"

The demon ape's body covered the sky, his palms covered the sea, and he bared his fangs: "Eat you and think about it, it's delicious food!"