Chapter 1762 Horror Magic Art

The Blood Refining Demon Emperor destroyed the body of Monk Daming, trapped his primordial spirit in the ancient coffin, and deliberately left a rosary bead of King Ming.

At the beginning, after collecting this information, Su Zimo couldn't understand it.

The Blood Refining Demon Emperor took great pains to leave such an arrangement, what was it for?

It was not until the Blood Refining Demon Emperor revealed the situation of the battle 40,000 years ago that Su Zimo understood that although the Blood Refining Demon Emperor had won, he was unwilling.

He also has a fight with the Daming monk!

The Blood Refining Demon Emperor deliberately left this ray of life, and if Da Ming Seng wanted to leave alive, he had to practice the "Blood Refining Demon Sutra" to have a chance!

The titled disciple of the dignified Buddhist sect, the great Ming monk with the compassionate mind of saving the common people and sympathizing with the world, but fell into the devil's way, practiced magic arts, and became the devil he wanted to suppress...

The moment Daming Seng got out of trouble, he had already lost.

In fact, the battle between the two never stopped, but lasted for 40,000 years!

Su Zimo sighed with emotion.

Although Daming Monk lost, Su Zimo still had admiration for Daming Monk in his heart.

Forty thousand years of struggle!

In that narrow and cramped ancient coffin, there was no light, no voice, no life, nothing, but a lonely soul.

Su Zimo couldn't imagine how the Great Ming Monk had survived these 40,000 years!

Su Zimo believes that his will is strong, his mind is firm, and he can't be shaken, but if he is in another place, he believes that he will never last for 40,000 years.

"You are really great."

The Blood Refining Demon Emperor looked at Monk Daming, and said with some emotion, "In those years, I was really worried, you will continue to spend it like this until the primordial spirit withers and falls into the ancient coffin."

"Finally, hehe, you finally escaped!"

The Blood Refining Demon Emperor couldn't help laughing, without concealing the joy and excitement in his heart, and said, "You got out of trouble, which means I won!"

"And, this time, you will never have any hope of turning the tables!"

"Forty thousand years of struggle, I did lose."

Monk Daming looked at his hands and said, "Over the years, in order to improve my strength and practice magic arts, my hands have been stained with endless blood. I am no longer worthy of the title of 'Da Ming'."

Su Zimo sighed in his heart.

It is precisely for this reason that Monk Daming gave him the complete rosary of King Ming after knowing his identity!

Although the Daming monk escaped from the predicament, he felt guilty and shameless to face his old friend, and even grew his long hair to cover his face.

Over the years, Da Ming Seng must have suffered great pain and suffering in his heart!

Monk Daming was silent for a while, and said, "I have lost the battle for 40,000 years. But the battle between you and me is not over yet. When I come back this time, I want to make a final conclusion!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The Blood Refining Demon Emperor couldn't help laughing and said, "Da Ming, don't have any extravagant hopes! You know in your heart that since you have practiced the Blood Refining Demon Sutra, you will never be able to win against me!"

Su Zimo frowned slightly.

The words of the Blood Refining Demon Emperor seem to have a deeper meaning.

Why is it that if you practice the "Blood Refining Devil Sutra", you will never be able to win the Blood Refining Devil Emperor?

The Blood Refining Demon King said: "Da Ming, I just said that in this life, only you are worthy of being my opponent! If possible, I don't want to refine you into my third avatar."

"Today, as long as you choose to surrender to me, I am willing to share this world with you!"

"From now on, on this Heavenly Desolate Continent, you can stand shoulder to shoulder with me, your status and status above all the emperors, rule the Heavenly Desolation, and be respected by all races!"

The emperors were shocked.

Everyone could see that the Blood Refining Demon Emperor valued the monk of the Ming Dynasty.

The Blood Refining Demon Emperor can even give up the third avatar of Condensation to give Monk Daming a chance to be on par with him!

After Monk Daming appeared, there was no one else in the eyes of the Blood Refining Demon Emperor.

To be precise, in the eyes of the Blood Refining Demon Emperor, other people, including Su Zimo, are just his blood slaves.

Only the Great Ming monk is qualified to be on an equal footing with him!

Su Zimo suddenly thought of a terrifying guess in his heart, and suddenly asked: "Gorefiend, when you were above the thousand-year-old sea of ​​​​blood and the East China Sea, why did you rescue me twice?"

In the thousand-year-old sea of ​​blood, it is the clone of the blood-refining demon emperor. The demon emperor took action, and blood bubbles appeared one after another, saving Su Zimo.

Above the East China Sea, the Blood Refining Demon Emperor transformed into Yan Boke and rescued him from the hands of the ancestors of the Golden Crow.

"Ha ha!"

The Blood Refining Demon Emperor smiled and said, "Huang Wu, haven't you realized it yet? Even you are just my blood slave!"

"Among the many blood slaves, you are the best and the most potential blood slave, how could I be willing to let you die!"

The emperors were shocked and looked sideways!

Even Martial Emperor is only the blood slave of the Blood Refining Demon Emperor, this information is too terrifying!

Monk Daming turned his head to look at Su Zimo, and said, "The reason why 'Blood Refining Devil Sutra' is powerful is not only because it can refine blood indefinitely, but also because it is difficult for those who practice this magic art to break free from the blood devil. control."

Su Zimo only practiced a small part of the "Blood Refining Devil Sutra" on the ancient coffin, so he could not see through the essence of this magic art.

But after he released the magic power a few times, he vaguely felt that there was some kind of great terror behind this magic power!

Therefore, after the thousand-year-old Battle of the Sea of ​​Blood, no matter what kind of danger he encountered, he never released the "Blood Refining Devil Sutra".

Su Zimo said solemnly: "So, the deeper you practice this magic art, the harder it will be to break free!"

"good."

Monk Daming nodded and said, "So, when I was on Liuxing Mountain back then, I murdered you because you practiced this magic art, and you are already his blood slave."

"I didn't want you to become stronger, so I wanted to kill you. But until the end, you didn't use your magic power, and I didn't do it."

Monk Daming said again: "The Book of Refining the Blood Demons that we both practiced was left by the Gorefiend with the smallest flaws. As for the magic arts practiced by others, the Gorefiends left a lot of flaws."

"So, it is difficult for other people to influence us when we also sacrifice magic power."

Su Zimo was stunned.

He suddenly wanted to understand a lot of things.

No wonder, in the battle of Tiandigu, Tianji and Ziyan wanted to refine their blood, but the Great Ming monk blocked them in secret.

Di Yu's blood sacrifice could not have any effect on the Da Ming monk.

On the contrary, Daming Seng can easily refine it!

To put it simply, although it is also the "Blood Refining Devil Sutra", the two of them are practicing more complete and higher-level magic arts, while the others are much worse.

"good."

The Blood Refining Demon Emperor looked at Su Zimo and said proudly: "Huang Wu, you will be under my command from now on, and you will be regarded as the highest-level blood slave, only under me and Daming."

The Blood Refining Demon Emperor said these words, like a great gift to Su Zimo.