Chapter 910 Embracing the Devil

Under the joint attack of Yutong and Taotie, a disaster tree that was feared by legendary masters and treated with great care by the Heavenly Beast Tamer lasted less than half an hour before it completely fell.

"Sizzle."

Looking at the dozens of charcoal-like tree bodies in front of her, silver lightning flashed on Yutong's body, and the already majestic and surging normal source energy value in her body was greatly increased.

"Meow." (What a pity.)

Yutong opened her eyes regretfully.

The feedback from burning away the disaster could allow it to improve several small levels or even a great realm when it was a seventh-level overlord.

But now Yutong's strength is as high as the eighth-level emperor, unless he can complete the trial of removing filth and removing evil.

Otherwise, the feedback from burning away a disaster beast can only allow it to take a big step forward in the lower eighth level at most.

If it wants to be promoted to the middle eighth level, it needs to burn away another disaster.

Thinking of this, Yutong looked deeper into the strange domain, trying to use the Yingtian Chengyun skill to sense the specific location information of the surrounding strange beasts.

"Roar." (These don't look delicious.)

The disgusted Taotie did not move his mouth to swallow this time, but used the blood-red dragon horn as a medium to release infinite fusion towards the Soul Weaving Wutong.

"Buzz!"

As the dark source power poured into the dragon horn of Taotie, a mighty mechanical torrent began to appear where it stood.

The next moment, the roaring mechanical parts kept wriggling and rotating, and gradually assembled a towering mechanical giant tree under Chen Wei's surprised eyes.

Its body is huge, and every branch and leaf on the crown flashes with cold metallic light, and it emits a low and powerful mechanical roar at all times.

[Name]: Broken Wutong

[Attribute]: Mechanical system

[Strength]: Lower eighth level

[Introduction]: This life is the Broken Wutong that attacks again in the form of a mecha, with 90% of the strength of the Soul Weaving Wutong before its death.

"Roar." (So weak.)

Taotie slapped the broken weapon Wutong with one claw, with a trace of disdain in his eyes.

When the Soul Weaving Wutong was alive, it was a calamity beast. It could kill legendary strongmen by itself, and even compete with the pet of the Heavenly Lord with its own immortality.

But the broken weapon Wutong that was revived by the Taotie machine lost the immortality of the beast, and only had the strength of the eighth-level lower emperor.

This strength is okay to bully ordinary emperors, but it is simply wishful thinking to deal with calamity beasts or the big sister of Cailing.

"One eighth-level lower emperor is really not very useful, but if you have dozens or even hundreds of eighth-level emperors launching concentrated fire attacks together, think about who can stop you at that time!" Chen Wei patted Taotie on the shoulder and began to draw big cakes.

After all, Taotie does not need to consume a lot of source power to release the mechanical torrent!

The only price to pay is the matter swallowed by infinite fusion.

That's right, there are two ways to use the substances that Taotie has infinitely fused. One is to digest and absorb the substances to become its own source of power, and the other is to revive the absorbed substances as its own thugs.

Although you can only choose one of the two, not all of them, there is no doubt that the power that Taotie devours will always be with it, just in a different way.

Hearing this, Taotie's eyes lit up slightly, and then quickly dimmed.

It also wants to make up for the lack of quality with quantity!

But there are very few eighth-level emperors in this world. Even if it searches for three or five years in the wild land, it may not meet a few eighth-level emperors, let alone gather hundreds of emperors to form an emperor army.

"You always have to have dreams, just in case they come true."

Patting Taotie's head, Chen Wei urged the depths of the strange domain to peek into the future.

"Sure enough, I still can't see the future picture."

Chen Wei narrowed his eyes slightly and canceled the casting of the fire eye and golden pupil.

...

On the other side, Principal Chihuang's office.

Feng Gong looked at Huang Yun with a complicated expression and asked, "Why?"

"Principal, what's wrong?" She asked puzzled.

"There is no point in lying in front of the benevolent holy bird." Feng Gong took out a statue of the Vermillion Bird and placed it on the table.

"Tell me, why did you abandon the Red Phoenix and choose to cooperate with the Evil Soul Sect."

"Is it to pursue longevity, immortality, or the illusory immortal realm!" Feng Gong looked directly at Huang Yun.

In his opinion, the Evil Soul Sect can only impress the Tianzun Beastmaster with these few conditions.

Huang Yun showed a relieved smile on her face: "In fact, I didn't mean to hide it from you."

"What do you mean?" Feng Gong frowned, feeling that something was wrong with the direction of things.

"Old and immortal is a thief, I have no pursuit of longevity." Huang Yun sat on the chair and lifted her right leg: "I was born in a war-torn era and witnessed the death of my relatives and friends. The only thing I yearn for in this life is world peace."

Hearing this, Feng Gong frowned even tighter.

It's ridiculous!

How can an evil sect that poisons lives be associated with the word peace?

"Sure enough, Lord Feng, you won't believe it." Huang Yun smiled and tapped her head with her finger.

"If I hadn't awakened my innate talent that shouldn't have been awakened, I wouldn't have thought that the leader of an evil sect would actually be a so-called peace seeker."

"I can't understand your words and actions." Lord Feng stood up slowly, and the star ring on his finger burst into a colorful and strange black light. He didn't want to have any more meaningless conversations now.

"Time will prove everything." Huang Yun stretched out his hands and placed them on the table, saying frankly: "But it is an indisputable fact that I betrayed Chihuang University. You don't need to do it. I am willing to surrender and accept the punishment."

Speaking of this, Huang Yun raised her head and looked into the distance, "Principal, can I discuss something with you? It would be a pity for a Tianzun-level beast master to die in prison. Why not let me be the pioneer of the God-Slaying Plan? Seek a worthy death.”

Hearing this, Feng Gong fell silent.

He could clearly feel Huang Yun's desire to die, but the more this happened, the less he could understand what the other party was doing.

"Sorry, you should know the significance of the Sky Vermillion Bird to Red Phoenix University and the importance of the God-Slaying Plan."

"Until the truth comes to light, I can no longer trust you." Feng Gong said bluntly.

"I can understand."

Huang Yun smiled slightly and allowed Duke Feng to block the source of power in her body and took off the star ring from her finger.

"The subsequent interrogation will be handled by a dedicated person. Don't die." Feng Gong turned and walked towards the office.

"Principal, are you really not interested at all in the peace I talk about?" Huang Yun said.

"These are just ghostly tricks of the Evil Soul Sect."

Feng Gong sighed softly: "Even the demigod beast master who can suppress an era would not dare to talk about peace, let alone the group of street rats hiding in the gutter and unable to see anyone."

"What if the Holy Soul Sect has developed a way to fight against the half-demon?" Huang Yun reminded.

"Impossible!" Feng Gong asserted.

How can a mere evil sect accomplish a project that even the talented Research Department of the Beast Taming Association cannot conquer.

"If you can't fight the darkness, then you will throw yourself into the darkness, and the same is true for the devil." Huang Yunyi pointed out.

Duke Feng was shocked. (End of chapter)