Devour

Chapter 328 Asking for Treasures

Chapter 328 Asking for Treasures

The noise from the explosion in the deep ravine was so loud that it startled Leng Yi who was meditating in Huian Residence.

He quickly flew to the top of the building and looked at the abyss. When he saw the pillar of smoke disappear, his eyes twitched and he sighed, "The Nine Heavens Mysterious Fire finally has a master, and the ghosts and spirits are in chaos!"

After pondering for a while, Leng Yi pondered over and over again: "The Night Demon Prince's aura has completely disappeared. There must be a prince who has done something shocking! Who will get the source of the divine fire? Could it be Ji Dong... It's unlikely! With Feng Jinglun's cultivation level, even if all the princes join forces and use all their resources, it's hard to say whether they can find a chance."

The magnificent Temple of Life rose from the bottom of the abyss, its appearance unpredictable like an ancient fairyland. It slowly paused above the Jiaoshi Mountain Continent, then turned and flew towards Jiaoshi Town.

Leng Yi saw it clearly, and hurried downstairs to the main door, issuing orders along the way: "The distinguished guest has arrived, everyone follow me to prepare the bed for him to welcome you."

The owner of Huianju went out to greet them personally, and all the ghosts and guests followed in a row behind him. This was the first time in history that this had happened.

Leng Yi did not dare to be disrespectful and carefully warned: "Even the Temple of Life has a new owner. This prince may be the future quasi-emperor! I must show him the highest respect and receive him well."

Looking at the fairy weapon of the Lingzhou Palace approaching in the sky, Leng Yi straightened his hat and saluted, saying loudly: "I wonder which prince of the emperor has returned triumphantly and is here to visit us?"

Cheng Bai, wearing a brand new Biling armor, led the team out of the Temple of Life, bowed and smiled, "Senior Leng, you have too high expectations. This is not the emperor's son, only a few people from our Tiantun Sect."

Leng Yi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, suppressed the shock in his heart, and said with a smile: "Young friend Cheng is truly blessed, and what he obtained can be regarded as the most valuable treasure in the Nine-Layered Abyss."

Cheng Bai waved his hand gently, and the suspended Temple of Life quickly shrank and turned into a stream of light that merged into his sea of ​​consciousness. He couldn't help but feel secretly happy: "With the two great immortal artifacts protecting me, I can do whatever I want in the Nine-Layered Abyss."

Although he was in a good mood, Cheng Bai's face did not show much joy. He briefly recounted what happened: "No one could have expected that Feng Jinglun would take the initiative to transform into a divine body to seal the eye of the wind and prevent a catastrophe of the underworld wind from destroying the world in the Nine Layers Abyss. I was extremely lucky to obtain the treasure by chance!"

Leng Yi said thoughtfully: "To think that this is true... It seems that the Nine-Layered Abyss will have to redistribute its forces, and will fall into chaos and turmoil instead of peace and tranquility. Perhaps it is time for me to return to the Five Continents."

Cheng Bai quickly asked, "Re-dividing the forces? What do you mean by that, Senior?"

Leng Yi said solemnly: "When Prince Ye Mo was alive, the eight lords submitted to him and obeyed his orders, so they were in the same boat. Now that there is no one to supervise them, they all have their own evil intentions, and they are bound to split into two or three factions. With the addition of external forces taking advantage of the situation, there will be disputes and chaos!"

Cheng Bai thought carefully and became alert: "The Cycle of Life and Death no longer exists, and no new ghosts can be born in the Nine-Layered Abyss. The distribution of minerals in the Nine-Layered Continent is uneven, and human resources are in short supply. The lord is definitely not a docile person, so how can he be willing to be inferior to others? It would be strange if there is no chaos."

Leng Yi looked up at the sky, and with sharp eyes he said, "The emperor's son has really arrived."

In the abyss of the dark and gloomy Steel City continent, a five-colored light flashed, and a flying armor slowly descended and approached Huianju.

Cheng Bai hid the inheritance cube in the Shengjin Pagoda, and was secretly on guard: "Why did they come back? Could it be that they have been waiting at the entrance... They must be coming for me!"

The Hidden Sky Flying Armor stopped at the top of the mountain. Yong Yao walked out slowly, followed by the Dharma King Miaoyin, and then Xian Gen who held the Chaos Demon Coffin high in one hand.

Gou Yifan, who was walking at the end, looked humble and bowed repeatedly, saying, "Hello, dear brothers! We parted hastily at the Temple of Life, and the outcome is still undecided. My master has something important to discuss with you."

The smoker expressed his dissatisfaction: "Nonsense! It's clear that you guys were defeated and fled..."

Before he could finish his words, Hei Long winked at him, and the Smoker understood and shut his mouth.

Cheng Bai pretended not to understand, met the gazes of Yong Yao and others, and said with a calm smile: "What advice do you have, Your Highness Yong Yao?"

Yong Yao raised his right eyebrow, and the scar on his forehead trembled slightly. He said in a serious tone: "The last time we met here, we had already made the pros and cons clear. It's been a long time, what has Baidi considered?"

Cheng Bai remained calm and asked, "What do I need to consider? We made it clear in the last meeting that it is better for each of us to go our own way. Your Highness, have you forgotten so quickly?"

A few insignificant sarcastic remarks delayed the process for several days.

Yong Yao's eyes flashed with anger and he shook his head firmly, saying, "No. If fellow Daoist Baidi insists on going our separate ways, please be sure to leave the inheritance magic cube to my orthodox bloodline."

The Dharma King Miaoyin solemnly and solemnly pronounced the Dharma name, his voice like a morning bell and an evening drum: "Acalanatha!"

Yong Yao got his reminder and added: "There is also the Corpse King that Daoyou got from the White Bone Villa, which is also a sacred object left by our predecessors. Both are of extraordinary significance and must not fall into the hands of unorthodox sects."

Cheng Bai felt that he was just making a far-fetched argument. He looked him up and down with interest and said leisurely, "Your Highness has not yet snatched the Nine Heavens Mysterious Fire. Do you think you still have a chance from me? Do you have to ask me for the treasure to make up for the regret of this trip?"

Upon hearing this, Yong Yao's handsome face revealed a trace of resentment, but he suppressed his emotions in an instant and said slowly: "I lost the battle with Cai Youling. If it weren't for the lack of a suitable magic weapon, how could I have missed the opportunity? The inheritance magic cube will never recognize anyone other than the emperor's son as its master. Unless you are truly better than us today, you will have to give it to me even if you don't want to!"

Zhai Xufei stepped forward and said, "You need the help of the masters of the World Honored Sect. As an elder of the Heaven Devouring Sect, how can I tolerate you guys acting recklessly?"

Bei Tingjun walked up side by side with a graceful gait, her sweet laughter was charming, and her red lips slightly parted with a hint of pressure: "If the King of France wants to fight again, I am willing to accompany you to the end!"

The two ancient demon gods have now recovered their cultivation to their peak state, and are confident of victory when they join forces against the Dharma King Miaoyin.

Dharma King Miaoyin chuckled and said, "You two donors have made a little progress, so you are arrogant, right? Brother Xian Gen, open the Demonic Coffin and let the ignorant people see it for themselves."

Xian Gen held the coffin in one hand, walked forward a few steps steadily, leaned over and placed the huge world-confusion demon coffin between the two sides. The coffin made a dull sound when it touched the ground, as if a small mountain had landed. Xian Gen seemed to be afraid, and then slowly retreated.

The smoker screamed: "Are you trying to release ghosts to scare the cowards? Oh my... I'm so scared!"

The corner of Heilong's eye twitched slightly, and he warned in a low voice: "There is something strange about the coffin. It exudes a strange smell. I always feel a sense of déjà vu."

Cheng Bai asked suspiciously, "Could it be that... there was something fishy going on during the fight in the palace?"

Leng Yi waved his hand to signal his reception team to move away, and then retreated together, muttering, "He's a very troublesome old friend!"

In the gray night, the Demonic Coffin glowed with a faint brown light. With a jerky "creak... creak..." sound, the coffin lid slowly opened.

Suddenly, a pale bone claw stretched out from the coffin and tightly grasped the edge of the coffin, supporting a skeleton to turn over and sit up. What was horrifying was that the blood vessels, muscles, and skin around the skeleton were boiling and rolling, and were rapidly recombining and regenerating.

Seeing this, Zhai Xufei said in a deep voice: "The immortal body of the undead race is resurrected in a similar way to the secret art of 'resurrection from the dead'. The remaining essence is transferred into the coffin with the holy fetus. This method alone cannot deceive Feng Jinglun. You have sacrificed a part of the holy fetus for this. Mo Gui!"

Bei Tingjun suddenly realized, "When your Vajra Ash Vision was breathing the Bone Soul, you used the flames to conceal the details, and secretly stored most of the Holy Fetus's essence in the Chaos Demon Coffin. Now your whole body has recovered."

Cheng Bai felt the power of all things and said carefully: "He cast a spell to escape from the dangerous crisis safely. What a great person. But Senior Mo's cultivation has been greatly damaged. Even his soul has been damaged. He paid a great price to avoid this disaster."

“In the face of an unprecedentedly powerful enemy, even I had no choice but to fall back to the Three Lives Realm in order to hold on. Feng Jinglun is dead, and the one who survives tenaciously is the ultimate winner.” Mo Gui took a few deep breaths with a chuckle, and his flesh and blood grew back at an astonishing speed visible to the naked eye. His old face returned to its original appearance, and he stood up tremblingly and walked out of the Demonic Coffin of Chaos.

Dharma King Miaoyin took out the Sumeru mustard seed that originally belonged to Mo Gui. In the blink of an eye, golden light flashed continuously, and 168 golden flying armors were released.

The armor spread its wings and flew as if it had a life consciousness. It deformed itself and wrapped around Mo Gui tightly. In a blink of an eye, it turned into a giant in golden armor.