Chapter 1035: The Undead in the Land of Death

The territory of the demon clan is actually no smaller than that of the human clan.

There just aren’t many places to live.

Southern Xinjiang is considered to be the most suitable place for ordinary demon clan to live in the entire demon realm. It is the southernmost part of the demon clan, close to Mobei. Every year, you can feel the so-called summer for one or two months.

But starting from the southern border, the further north you go, the colder it becomes.

The Beihai in the Monster Clan is also called the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Monsters by the Monster Clan. Most of the Monster Clan have always believed that this place is the last place where the entire Monster Clan can barely survive.

Going further north, you have to cross the depths of the demon sea and land on the north side, where there is a large area of ​​land.

There was no life or vegetation on that land. It was said that a demon clan once brought the most vigorous flowers and plants in the world - the fairy tree.

But as a result, not a single fairy tree survived.

It is said that to grow living flowers and plants on this land, a monk with a very high level is required to use Qi machines day and night to keep the flowers and plants away from the severe cold.

Otherwise, there is absolutely no possibility of survival.

And on that land, except for the extremely high-level monks, it would be difficult for ordinary monsters to survive for two hours.

So even though it has always been the land of the demon clan, the demon clan has not been familiar with this place for countless years.

It's just that from time to time, some young monsters will set foot in this place in order to polish their physique and improve their realm. However, even though they are often fully prepared, a considerable number of them die here.

It is difficult to become the nourishment of this land and make this land full of vitality.

When the tall man appeared in the depths of the demon sea, the demon clan's beings were a little at a loss. After all, the demon clan in the south was non-stop trying to go further south, but this man appeared here.

This is something no one can guess the reason for.

But soon they discovered that the man had disappeared into the depths of the Demonic Sea, and they didn't know where he went.

"It seems...I went to the north..."

An old demon tried his best to open his eyes, looked towards the north with cloudy eyes, and spoke softly.

"Grandpa, didn't you say that at the end of the sea is... the place of death?"

Compared to other places in the Demon Realm, the Demon Sea is the closest to that land, so there are the most legends about that land.

But among those enduring legends, the most direct statement is that the place was a dead land without any life.

The old demon did not retract his gaze, but said lightly: "Some places are death places for most people, but for some people, they are just pleasant summer nights."

After saying this, the old demon took his grandson's hand and said with a smile: "Go and see your father off."

The child nodded, but then waved his fist, "Master, this time we will fight all the way to the south until all the human races are dead!"

The old demon asked: "A lot of demons will die."

"If dad dies, then wait until I grow up!"

A child of this age should have a pair of extremely innocent eyes, but there were no such things in his eyes.

There is only endless anger.

The old demon looked at the child, and a smile gradually appeared in his cloudy eyes, "Okay, if you are ambitious, if your father dies, then you will follow. If you die, then your child will continue to follow! "

As he spoke, the old demon picked up the child, put it on his shoulders, and walked slowly towards home.

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There was a small boat that crossed the monster sea where there were more ice floes the further north it went, and finally arrived at the shore.

The tall man walked down and stood on the shore, looking further north.

The boat sank to the bottom of the sea.

The man lowered his head and glanced at the land beneath his feet. There was a thick layer of old ice on the surface of the land.

This is not the so-called snow, but the snow that has never melted for hundreds of thousands of years, and finally turned into old ice bit by bit.

The hardness of this layer of old ice is probably not weaker than the magical weapons refined by many great monks.

This is the power of heaven, earth and time. When combined, they will create something extremely remarkable.

The man was walking on the ice, his steps seemed neither fast nor slow, but he had already traveled hundreds of miles in the blink of an eye.

The deeper you go into this land, the more obvious the coldness becomes. When the man breathes, the extremely cold air enters the man's body, and then when it comes out, it turns into white mist.

His eyebrows and head were soon covered with silver frost, but it soon turned into water droplets and fell.

But those water droplets just fell into the air and turned into ice again.

This shows how cold it is here.

The man was walking like this, and a green and vibrant valley suddenly appeared in front of him.

For most people in the world, it is absolutely unimaginable that a valley full of life appears in this land called the dead land.

But the man didn't take it seriously and just stepped into the valley.

As soon as we entered the valley, it felt like we had stepped into spring. The air was no longer so cold, but instead warmed up.

The man looked ahead and saw a thatched house located next to a stream in the valley.

"Jie Tuan, if you don't behave like a good demon emperor, why do you come to me, an old guy?"

An old voice sounded, and then a white-haired old man in cloth clothes appeared by the stream.

He was not tall, but rather slender. However, he did not have any demon aura on him. Instead, he looked a bit like the great scholars of the human race.

The Demon Emperor who came here looked at the old man, without any beating around the bush, "Senior, now the demon race is going south with all its strength. As a member of the demon race, it would be a bad idea for you to do nothing."

The old man glanced at the Demon Emperor, and smiled indifferently at this figure that the entire demon race had to respect, "Why, now the demon race is so useless that it can't even defeat the weak human race?"

From the past to the present, in the war between the demon race and the human race, the demon race has almost never been defeated.

This is an ironclad fact.

The demon emperor said calmly: "This is a different time. The human race is no longer the human race of the past. They are becoming extremely powerful. Perhaps in a few years, they will really become an existence capable of destroying us."

"If that day really comes, you, the demon emperor, should die first and become a shame in the history of the entire demon race!"

The old man stared at the demon emperor and sneered: "Over the years, I have never had any thoughts about your throne, nor have I interfered with your rule. You'd better be more sensible."

Whether it is the human race or the demon race, they must have those unknown strong people, just like this old man, who has long been a master, otherwise he would not be able to open up a vibrant valley in this dead land.

But such strong people are destined not to take action. They are no longer interested in worldly affairs. Who can become the master is none of their business. They just want to practice well and prove their immortality.

This old man lived for a long time. When the Demon Emperor was not yet the Demon Emperor, he was already the Demon King of the Demon Clan. At that time, he was very famous and was considered the strongest existence after the Demon Emperor.

Zhuori was what everyone called him at that time.

However, with the death of the Demon Emperor that year, the Demon King Zhuori, who was considered to be the most likely to ascend to the throne of the Demon Emperor in the chaos, disappeared inexplicably.

Some people said that he was afraid of the Demon Emperor, so he assassinated him before his death, so as not to affect the throne of the Demon Clan in the future.

Others said that when the Demon King Zhuori was young, his cultivation method was too domineering, so something went wrong during his cultivation and he died.

In short, there are many different opinions, and no one knows the exact answer.

But what no one could have imagined was that the Demon King Zhuori was not only still alive, but his realm had already been much higher than before.

In fact, if he wanted, he could have taken the throne of the Demon Emperor before he set foot in this realm.

But now, since he doesn't even care about the throne of the demon clan, how could he contribute to the so-called demon clan's southward movement?

The demon emperor seemed to know that the result he was waiting for would be like this, so he didn't care and just said calmly: "I expected that Senior Zhuori was unwilling to come out of the mountain."

"Since it was within your expectation, why did you come here?"

Zhuori looked at the demon emperor in front of him by the stream, with a strong sense of vigilance in his eyes.

Although he believed that his realm would not be lower than the demon emperor in front of him, he didn't think he would win if he really had to fight.

The royal bloodline of the demon emperor was too strong. If it really had to be a life-and-death battle, I'm afraid that the demon clan's strong men who had entered the Fuyun realm would not be able to get away with it.

"Senior, since I'm here, I'm not empty-handed. I brought something. If you are indifferent after seeing it, then you don't have to say anything."

Zhuori didn't say anything, just looked at the demon emperor, but the next moment, he suddenly became nervous and his pupils dilated.

Because the Demon Emperor took out a glass bottle with a drop of juice in it.

With just a drop of juice, Zhuori already felt a strong vitality.

"This is... a magical medicine..."

Zhuori spoke with some trembling. The magical medicine was a legendary existence. The demon race had a magical medicine thousands of years ago, but there was no trace of the magical medicine in the years since then.

All the cultivators in the Fuyun Realm could not be indifferent to the magical medicine.

"It's just a drop of juice, but if the senior is willing to come out of the mountain, I promise that you will get at least one leaf."

The Demon Emperor looked at Zhuori in front of him calmly. Before going up the mountain, he knew very well that no one could resist the temptation of the magical medicine.

"Just a leaf?"

Zhuori frowned and looked at the Demon Emperor.

The Demon Emperor didn't care, but said calmly: "I think the senior knows how precious a magical medicine is. It's not easy to get a part of such a thing. Besides... even if I promise you the so-called magical medicine, will you believe it?"

Zhuo Ri was silent. He knew that what the Demon Emperor said was true. He knew very well how precious the magical medicine was. No one would give up a complete magical medicine.

"The medicinal power of a leaf is enough to extend your life for a few more days when your blood and qi are declining."

The Demon Emperor looked at Zhuo Ri in front of him and said calmly: "There are not many strong people in the human race, so it's not difficult."

Zhuo Ri said: "How did you get the magical medicine?"

It was a serious matter, so he had to care.

The Demon Emperor said calmly: "This is not something you should care about."

Zhuo Ri was silent for a moment, nodded and said: "Okay."

He agreed to this matter.

"Not only you, but also notify others. This time, I want the human race to disappear completely!"

The Demon Emperor turned and walked out of the valley, his voice floating and not stopping.

"I'm still not feeling well, so I'll just write one chapter today. I'll take care of it for another day. Sorry, sorry."