Chapter 581 Liu Heifan, Supreme Demonic Sky

Ancestor Wuya is the neighbor of Ancestor Wutian.

Their ancestral stars are adjacent to each other.

In the cave, Liu Fan's Black Smoke of Death clone heard the words of Ancestor Wuya, and couldn't help but think for a moment. The memory of Ancestor Wutian instantly came to mind.

"Devil Sky Supreme, one of the three supreme rulers of Death and Black Smoke, cultivated in the Taixu Realm, and achieved enlightenment by practicing magic skills with Death and Black Smoke. He is terrifying and cruel."

"The black smoke continent below is what he brought back from the outside world."

"The Supreme Demonic Sky has been in seclusion for millions of years and has not been born. According to the memory of ancestor Wutian, it is said that the Supreme Demonic Sky had a battle with Lei Batian, one of the three ancient saints in the Taixu Realm, and he has been in the hospital since he was seriously injured. Recuperate."

Liu Fan's black smoke clone of death groaned, the blood moon shining in his scarlet eyes.

He thinks this is very likely.

Because Lei Batian once mentioned that he was injured by a Taixu Realm master who practiced magic skills in the Black Smoke of Death.

"Lei Batian was seriously injured and reincarnated, and his cultivation level has not recovered yet. I think the injury of the Demonic Supreme Lord is not much better... If I can swallow him..."

The Death Black Smoke clone's eyes flashed with a hint of bloodthirsty cruelty and madness.

But for a moment, he was stunned.

"Strange... Ever since I practiced the "Black Hole" magical skill, I have become more and more cruel, more and more ambitious, and I can't control myself."

"Just now I was thinking about slapping down the Suppressor, and now I'm thinking about conquering the Demonic Heavenly Supreme. What's wrong with me?!"

The Death Black Smoke clone fell into deep thought.

At this moment.

Outside, Patriarch Wuya’s voice roared again…

"There is no sky, there is no sky, there is no sky, there is no sky..."

He shouted Wutian more than a hundred times in one breath, without even taking a breath. It was so terrifying for a big boss in the prophet realm to shout at people.

Liu Fan's death black smoke clone's thoughts were disrupted, the blood moon rose in his eyes, he roared out of the cave, and slapped it down with a palm.

call!

A black hole appeared in the palm of his hand, and the power of devouring and tearing intertwined, shattering the sky.

Ancestor Wuya didn't take Patriarch Wutian's attack seriously at first, but when the attack came down, his expression suddenly changed, he hurriedly fought back, and ran away at the same time.

boom!

The black hole disappeared into the endless sky, leaving behind a terrifying aura. Ancestor Wuya flew back from afar in a state of embarrassment, and cursed angrily: "Wutian, are you crazy? You actually filmed me, we are both I grew up wearing a pair of crotchless pants!”

Liu Fan's Death Black Smoke clone snorted coldly: "Next time, remember to call me Ancestor Wutian! Or Grandpa Wutian!"

"Ah! What a shameless statement. Wait until you are stronger than me!" Ancestor Wuya replied with a disdainful look on his face.

"Then give it a try!"

In an instant, Liu Fan's Death Black Smoke clone rushed forward and suppressed the Wuya Ancestor.

"You haven't beaten me for three days, and you haven't beaten me for five hundred years, and yet you dare to stretch your claws at me. How brave you are!" Ancestor Wuya smiled ferociously and stepped forward to meet him.

The two jumped into the air and entered the depths of the sky to fight.

Liu Fan's death black smoke clone's whole body turned into a huge black hole. No one could be seen anymore, only a terrifying black hole could be seen swirling.

The black hole rotated and made terrifying palm prints. Every palm print fell with endless devouring power, making the sky roar.

"Wow--!"

In less than ten moves, Ancestor Wuya spit out a mouthful of blood and fell down. The blood turned into black smoke and was about to dissipate, but was sucked into the mouth by the Death Black Smoke clone, chewing and swallowing with a look of enjoyment on his face.

But while eating, Liu Fan's death black smoke clone was stunned.

"What am I doing? Why am I so perverted?! I am the respected ancestor king!"

"No! I am Patriarch Wutian!"

"From now on, I will be called Liu Heifan. As for me, let him be called Liu Fan. My name is Liu Heifan. A person's heart is even darker, and his actions are also darker."

After some ideological struggle, Liu Fan's death black clone gave himself a new name - Liu Heifan!

I was specially flaunted by myself!

At this moment.

Ancestor Wuya couldn't help but scream in anger when he saw Liu Heifan swallowing all the blood he spit out.

"You——! Wutian, 300,000 years ago, we grew up wearing a pair of crotchless pants!"

Ancestor Wuya roared, his aura floating around his body.

It was obvious that in the battle just now, he had almost exhausted all his strength, but he was still not pleased.

Seeing that the aura of Patriarch Wutian opposite him was condensed and there was no change at all, Patriarch Wuya said in surprise: "Wutian, your strength has greatly improved!"

Liu Heifan chuckled and said: "After being seriously injured last time, I broke and stood up again, reshaped my origin, created a magical skill, and my strength naturally skyrocketed!"

Ancestor Wuya gave a thumbs up and praised: "As expected of Wuya, who grew up with me wearing crotchless pants thirty years ago..."

"That's enough! Don't mention the word "crotchless pants" again!" Liu Heifan interrupted angrily.

If this deity hears this, he will die laughing in the Heavenly Emperor's Palace.

Wutian is good enough, so how can he wear crotchless pants?

However, according to the memory of Patriarch Wutian, Patriarch Wuya was indeed his eldest child, and among the five ancestors, he had the best relationship with Patriarch Wutian.

Except for a few serious injuries and a few accidents where both of them tried to devour each other, their relationship has always been good.

"Let's go quickly, they are all waiting for us." Ancestor Wuya urged.

He glanced at the condensed and deep aura of ancestor Wutian, and was filled with wonder in his heart. Wutian had grown so fat in five hundred years. If he swallowed it, he would definitely become the number one among the five ancestors.

Liu Heifan was also sizing up Ancestor Wuya, with the blood moon rising and falling in his eyes, thinking that if he swallowed Ancestor Wuya, could he create a second black hole? ! Breaking hands with me? !

Suddenly, the two looked at each other's eyes. At a certain moment, their eyes intertwined, and then they both saw a strange light in each other's eyes.

"Wuya, your eyes have become even redder! What are you thinking about?"

"Wutian, the blood moon color of your eyes has also become darker. What are you thinking?!"

Both asked a similar question, then both grinned, turned around and flew into the depths of the sky.

Up in the sky.

Hang seven planets.

Each planet has a prophet-level ancestor, and the last two planets are the two prophet-level ancestors who rebelled against the human race.

In the memory of Patriarch Wutian, tens of thousands of years ago, after they went to the Demonic Heaven Palace, they have been in seclusion ever since and have never left the seclusion.

But today, when Liu Heifan and Ancestor Wuya passed by the two planets, two figures stepped forward, and a stream of light appeared under their feet and disappeared.

"Hey, these two guys actually came out of seclusion. Could it be that they also received the summons from the Supreme Demonic Sky?!"

Ancestor Wuya said in surprise.

Liu Heifan didn't say anything and immediately chased forward at an extremely fast speed.

Ancestor Wuya chased after him, but found that he couldn't catch up. He couldn't help but yelled angrily: "Wutian, we grew up wearing a pair of crotchless pants 300,000 years ago, and you took me with you!"

Seeing no response, Patriarch Wuya was furious and felt nervous at the same time.

"Wutian, my strength has improved greatly during this retreat. He is stronger and faster than me. Is he really planning to devour me?"

"Probably not. Considering the friendship between me and him wearing crotchless pants 300,000 years ago, he shouldn't be able to say it."

Ancestor Wuya pondered, shook his head, and thought about how to find a way.

In the sky.

Liu Heifan transformed into a black hole and flew through the air. Not long after, he saw a magnificent blood-colored palace deep in the sky.

This hall was larger than the planet, emitting scarlet light like a blood moon.

This is the Devil's Palace!

Around the hall, groups of blood guards wearing blood-colored armor were patrolling. They had terrifying qi mingled with them, and each qi had the strength of a half-step prophet.

The patrolling blood guards are all half-step prophets, which shows the majesty and power of Demonic Temple.

In the direction approaching the Devil's Palace, there are still several auras as deep as the abyss that seem to be absent. The power of law flows, and occasionally scarlet eyes flash past, scanning all directions.

They are clearly the existence of the prophet realm.

After Liu Heifan arrived, he was slightly shocked.

No wonder all the spirits and humans in the Taixu Realm were defeated by the black smoke of death, and even the entire Taixu Realm was polluted. There were only so many prophets in the Demon Heaven Palace of the Demon Heaven Supreme, let alone the other two supremes.

The devouring nature of Death Black Smoke makes Death Black Smoke's evolution and cultivation path more cruel, but makes it easier for masters to be born.

"Who is coming? Stop!" As soon as Liu Heifan landed, a group of blood guards stood in front of him.

"You don't even know me, why are you here!?" Liu Heifan scolded angrily, slapping down his palm, and his palm turned into a black hole, covering the sky thousands of miles away.

There were ten people in this team of Blood Guards, all of whom were half-step prophets. However, they were unable to resist at this moment. Their whole bodies collapsed and they let out shrill screams.

Liu Heifan's hand shook, and his devouring power exploded. All ten people were swallowed up, turning into ten streaks of pure black smoke, which penetrated into Liu Fan's body.

Liu Heifan raised his head and squinted his eyes, his face full of relief.

All around, other Blood Guards glanced here, with a look of awe and fear on their faces, and continued to patrol.

Several prophets guarding the Demonic Temple were present. Their scarlet eyes glanced at Liu Heifan, and they nodded slightly. The look of surprise in their eyes disappeared, and a hint of sullenness flashed through them.

The team of blood guards just now were sent by them.

Unexpectedly, Patriarch Wutian was so aggressive that he directly killed the blood guards.

"Wutian, don't be so arrogant in front of the Devil's Heaven Palace!" Someone yelled, and the light of the Void Order God was extinguished.

Liu Heifan smiled sinisterly, licked his lips and said: "I just happened to practice a magical skill in retreat. Whoever is not convinced, come and try it!"

If this gesture and expression were seen by the villain Liu Sanhai, they would definitely be extremely happy.

He thinks this is the villain in his mind. He kills whenever he disagrees. He is ruthless and has no scruples, but he is extremely powerful.

However, Liu Heifan knew that all this must have been tacitly approved by the Demonic Supreme Lord in the Demonic Temple, and he might even be using this to observe him.

Therefore, Liu Heifan must be ruthless and tough, and he will do it if he doesn't accept it!

Moreover, Patriarch Wutian’s character is that he must retaliate for his anger!

Sure enough, there was a vast fluctuation in the Demonic Heaven Palace...

"Wutian, come in and talk..."

Liu Heifan shook his black robe, walked down a few steps, and arrived at the door of the hall. He glanced coldly at a blood-haired old man sitting cross-legged at the door, and strode in.

This person is the person who just shouted to him.

The blood-haired old man's eyes flashed fiercely, and then he closed his eyes again.

In the main hall.

The other three of the five ancestors have already arrived. In addition, the two human traitor prophets have also arrived.

Everyone was wearing black robes, and their aura was dark and gloomy.

Above the main hall, there was a man in white robe sitting.

He has a young face, but his hair and eyebrows are as white as snow. His appearance is exactly the same as Liu Meimei, who has practiced the White-haired Witch Ming Yue Gong.

He is the Supreme Demonic Heaven, Mo Lun!

Even though he was sitting there, he seemed to be far away in the horizon, as misty as the void.

Liu Heifan glanced at Motian Supreme and suddenly had a strange idea.

"This descendant of Meimei is still unmarried. This devil supreme has the same temperament as her. I wonder if Meimei will like it..."

Such thoughts flashed through Liu Heifan's mind, but they were instantly extinguished by him.

"I am Liu Heifan. The affairs of my descendants should be my concern and have nothing to do with me!"

At this moment.

A vague and majestic voice came from above the main hall.

"Wutian, what are you thinking about?"