Permanent Martial Arts

Chapter 1770 The Devil of the Devil, the Ancestor Devil in Captivity?

"Open it for me!"

Lin Feng yelled, and suddenly, the mysterious runes on the prison tablet seemed to be activated, and the stone tablet suddenly "opened", revealing a dark and deep entrance.

Bursts of strong Xiaoqian world's original aura came from inside.

"What, he opened the stele?"

"The original breath of the small thousand world, the rich original breath of the small thousand world!"

"Damn, how did he understand that stone tablet thoroughly? So, we have no chance?"

The three Lords of the Eight Tribulations, seeing that Lin Feng actually opened the stele, all of them looked very ugly. Their original purpose was for the stele, especially the mystery of time and space contained in the stele.

But now it seems that Lin Feng was the one who got there first and completely understood the mystery on the stele.

In fact, thinking about it, this is not too unexpected. The stone tablet contains the mystery of time and space, and Lin Feng has long comprehended the way of time and space, analyzed the content on the stone tablet, and even obtained its mystery, isn't it logical?

It's just that the three Lords of the Eight Tribulations were a little unwilling.

"That's all, that's all, let's go."

The three Lords of the Eight Tribulations already wanted to leave.

But at this moment, a terrifying aura erupted from the stele, like a torrent, sweeping out, instantly permeating the entire space.

"This is……"

Even Lin Feng was shocked, his heart trembled, and he immediately became vigilant. The strong aura made Lin Feng feel a little palpitating. Even in the face of the three Lords of the Eight Tribulations, he didn't seem to have such a feeling of palpitation.

"Buzz".

As circles of ripples appeared inside the Prison Stele, finally, an infinitely huge figure appeared in front of everyone. Seeing this figure exuding a mighty and terrifying aura, everyone opened their eyes wide.

"Heavenly Demon, it's actually Heavenly Demon!"

Lin Feng was shocked and couldn't help but exclaimed. Heavenly Demon, he has seen too much, but in Zhongqian World, Heavenly Demon is even banned, how could he appear here?

"It's an ancestor demon, and it's a very powerful ancestor demon. It's even stronger than the aura of the Lord of the Eight Tribulations. What kind of ancestor demon is this?"

After all, Lin Feng had too little contact with the ancestor demons,

The ancestral demon has been confined all the time, so he doesn't even know what state the ancestral demon in front of him is in.

On the contrary, the three Lords of the Eight Tribulations, including the Lord of the Black Abyss, seemed to have thought of something.

"You are the supreme king of all demons among the ancestor demons, Yuanmo?"

The Lord of the Black Abyss couldn't help asking.

"Huh? I didn't expect anyone to remember me!"

Zu Mo opened his eyes and said expressionlessly. However, his eyes were very calm, without any fluctuation, neither joy nor fear, there was only calm, as quiet as stagnant water.

The Lord of the Black Abyss looked dignified, and said in a deep voice: "Yuan Mo, isn't it rumored that you were imprisoned by the Lord Zhongqian? There are even rumors that you were beheaded, why did you appear here?"

Lin Feng was also very curious. He had never heard of Yuanmo, but he knew that among the ancestor demons, there was a very powerful one, even second only to the Zhongqian World Lord.

The ancestor demon stopped before the Zhongqian World Lord. Before the Zhongqian World Lord was born, even the ancestor demons could compete with the world lords, fighting each other. In the heavens and all realms, they dare to fight against practitioners.

But after Zhongqian World Lord was born among the world masters, everything changed.

No matter how strong the ancestor demon is, it can't match the Zhongqian World Lord. Even the ancestor demon as a whole has been suppressed and banned, and can only operate in a small part of the Zhongqian world.

Lin Feng has always had a doubt, the master of Zhongqian Realm can kill the ancestor demons with a flick of his fingers, but why did the ancestor demons remain?

The king of all demons in front of him is the source of all demons in the sky, and it may be able to answer Lin Feng's doubts.

Yuan Mo glanced at Lin Feng, seemed a little surprised, but kept calm all the time, and said lightly: "You are the world master who opened the stone tablet? It's amazing that you are still going through the eighth epochal catastrophe. The catastrophe of the next era is like nothing, it seems that among your masters, there is another chance to give birth to a middle-thousand realm master."

Yuanmo's expression was complicated. It was because a middle-thousand world master was born among the controllers. From then on, the ancestor demons could no longer compete with the world-lords for the supremacy of the middle-thousand world.

A middle-thousand world master is enough to completely change the situation. But now, the world masters have given birth to three middle-thousand world masters, and the ancestor demon has already lost hope.

"Yuanmo, why did you appear here?"

Lin Feng did not take it lightly, but was very cautious.

"Why does this seat appear here? I have to ask your three middle-thousand world masters... Well, according to the agreement of the three middle-thousand world masters, you will get 100,000 copies of the origin of the small thousand world, ready to receive it. "

After finishing speaking, Yuanmo began to emit a wave of fluctuations, and then, the aura on Yuanyuan's body began to decrease rapidly, from an aura that was comparable to or even stronger than the Eight Tribulations World Masters, it fell rapidly, all the way down To the extent that it is only comparable to ordinary Lords of the Seven Tribulations.

Even if you are not careful, you will fall below the Seven Tribulations.

"The origin of Xiaoqian World was originally obtained from you..."

Lin Feng opened his mouth wide, as if he couldn't believe it.

He always thought that the origin of the small thousand worlds was the masters of the middle thousand worlds, who "scraped" from the small thousand worlds one after another, accumulating an era of time.

But now it seems that is not the case.

The origin of the Xiaoqian world actually appeared from the body of the ancestor demon in front of him.

Can the ancestral demon produce the origin of the Xiaoqian world?

Lin Feng couldn't believe it, and he had never heard of it. The ancestor demon can produce the origin of the small thousand world.

Yuanmo glanced at Lin Feng, and said blankly: "Yes, this seat is the source of all heavenly demons. This seat is born with the power of destruction. All sky demons and ancestor demons are part of this seat. The seat is the king of all demons, the devil among the demons. But so what? This seat can even generate the origin of the small thousand worlds, but every time, it takes countless time, and sometimes even devours other ancestor demons to complete The mission of the Zhongqian World Masters."

"This seat is kept in captivity in the Zhongqian World. If you can't become the Zhongqian World Lord, you will always be an ant and you will always be slaughtered."

Yuan Mo was full of melancholy, he looked up at a certain direction in the void, as if he was looking at something.

And Lin Feng also understood, completely understood.

"Captive" ancestor demon!

It turns out that the reason why the Zhongqian world masters didn't drive the ancestor demons to extinction is that they "raised" the ancestor demons, especially the source demons, which can produce the origin of the small thousand world.

In order not to fish in the marsh, the masters of Zhongqian Realm held a Wanyuan Conference every era, and the origin of Xiaoqian World came from Yuanmo, time and time again, making Yuanmo completely lose hope.

No matter how powerful the source is, so what? Don't even dare to resist now.

"Lord Miaoshu, this seat has already given 100,000 copies of the source of the Xiaoqian world to the predestined ones according to your instructions, and the next thing has nothing to do with this seat."

Suddenly, Yuan Mo turned towards a certain direction in the void and spoke.

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