Genius Demon Empress Chapter 35: Emperor Demon Father and Son

c_t;In the deepest part of the Emperor Demon Palace, there is a well with a square mouth. There is no sweet water in the well, and some are just chaotic darkness.

Even the brightest shark beads in the world cannot illuminate the darkness in this well. This well is also called Chaos Well.

This well has existed in the world for millions of years, and it is closely related to the prosperity of the emperors and demons in the past.

Only the direct blood relatives of the Emperor Demon Clan know that this well is the entrance to the Emperor Demon Palace.

Thousands of years ago, after Emperor Mo Wuya sealed himself in this well, there was no movement in the well mound, and its surface was forever floating with chaotic and unclear pitch black.

The former prosperous Emperor Demon Palace, after experiencing the fall of many princes and princes, the three demon concubines fled to their respective tribes, and the palace was depressed and deserted.

Zong Shaoqing walked past the eaves of the palace and stood by the Chaos Well.

In his hand, blood dripped on the Chaos Well. When the blood was mixed into the pitch black, the entire well head was like a mouthful of boiling water, and the pitch-black chaotic air kept turning up and down.

Only the blood of the direct emperor demon clan can open the Chaos Well.

Without the blood of the emperor, even the three demon concubines of the demon clan would not be able to step into the underground palace, let alone the holy beast clan.

The black gas on the Chaos Well gradually dispersed, and a stone step polished with white marble gradually emerged in the black gas.

The jade steps are winding and winding, I don't know where to lead.

The chaotic air blowing up from below the Chaos Well could not tell whether it was damp or dull.

Zong Shaoqing picked up the steps and went down. When he finished the tenth step, and then looked back, the entrance to the Chaos Well had disappeared. reads;.

The white marble steps are very long. The first section of the road was chaotic. After about a thousand steps, the line of sight suddenly became clear.

Several thousand-year-old shark human pearls were suspended on both sides of the steps. With the appearance of shark human pearls, Zong Shaoqing saw a mouthful of the emperor's coffin.

Yes, it is the coffin of the emperor.

Emperor Demon’s Palace is also the place where the emperors and demon corpses were sunken in the past.

The demon race goes against the sky, and cannot be transformed into a **** after death, and can only be buried in an underground palace where the sun cannot be seen forever.

Each emperor coffin is carved with majestic totems and the names of emperors.

Zong Shaoqing saw the coffin of the first Emperor Demon among these emperor coffins. He didn't pause at his feet, but walked down blankly.

When the white marble stone steps reached the ninety-ninth thousandth step, there was no way forward.

Beside the last stone steps, Zong Shaoqing saw a giant coffin.

The giant coffin is ten meters high, five meters wide, and more than twenty meters long. At the bottom of the giant coffin, there are four water dragons hovering. The water dragons exhale black chaotic air from time to time to nourish the giant coffin.

In the giant coffin, there was a strong heartbeat.

Emperor Mo Wuya fell asleep in that huge coffin.

The heartbeat was stronger than a beat, and after thousands of years of cultivation, the strongest emperor demon clan who once made the holy beasts and even the heavenly gods jealous is about to wake up.

The Demon Race is endless. Whenever there is a crisis, there will be a great power of the Demon Race. The children of Emperor Demon Wuya have withered and are connected with flesh and blood. Ying Wuya must have something too. induction.

Zong Shaoqing walked to the giant coffin, and the four evil dragons stared at each other immediately, spewing poisonous gas that was suffocating.

Zong Shaoqing turned a blind eye, a flick of his fingertips, the divine purple fire eclipsed the surrounding shark beads reads;.

Zong Shaoqing inherited the blood of his mother Witch Sect, and also carried the blood of the emperor and demon. He went through ninety-nine seizures in ten thousand years and refined ninety-nine seizures. The fire of the house is enough to swallow the sky and fill the sea.

The purple fire of the gods is the fire of purification, and it is also after destruction.

Even if the ancient evil dragon saw such a fire of gods and demons, he couldn't help but shrank and didn't dare to move.

The fire in Zong Shaoqing's hands has not ignited for a long time.

He stared at the emperor coffin, Emperor Mo Wuya has not yet awakened, now is the best time to kill him.

"To win the supreme demon body of the Emperor Demon Wuya, and become the real powerhouse of the stars and the stars; the two big planes for thousands of years," this is the last wish of the Mikozong.

But at this time, Zong Shaoqing hesitated.

From the moment he was born, he already knew that his fate could not escape the grievances and hatred between the Sky Witch Clan, the Demon Clan, and the Holy Beast.

For ten thousand years, he just silently followed his mother's arrangements.

Before the man, he is the temple of the gods, with a clear heart like a mirror. After the man, he is the son of the demon clan who shoulders the name of the revival of the Tianwu clan.

His destiny followed the established trajectory, without any deviation for ten thousand years.

But until today, he didn't begin to question whether everything he did was correct.

Why did he kill his brothers and fathers for the sake of the previous generation, for the Sky Witch Clan that has long since disappeared, if it is said that killing several other demon clan imperial heirs is for his own survival, then take his own life? What is the purpose of the father's monster?

Who can tell him what it is for.

Zong Shaoqing's brilliant purple fire kept beating, just like his mood at the moment.

With a complex and conflicting mood, Zong Shaoqing didn't immediately burn the underground palace, he slowly put the purple fire away.

I placed my hand on the giant coffin, feeling the distant, strange and familiar heartbeat from the deepest part of the giant coffin.

He vaguely remembered the man's heartbeat reads;.

When he was a child, before he had a particularly clear memory, he vaguely remembered that the man once held him in his arms.

He remembers the heartbeat, joyous, father's heartbeat, the man's open smile faintly in his ears.

Without restraining his hand, the heavy lid of the giant coffin was pushed aside, and a loud rumbling sound like thunder sounded.

In the coffin, that stalwart body, like a mountain, fell asleep quietly.

With the features carved with a sword and axe, and a strong body, the emperor is boundless, even if he has been lethargic for thousands of years, he is still the greatest king of the demons.

Suddenly, a pair of purple eyes jumped into his eyes.

As if stunned, Zong Shaoqing saw those eyes, almost identical to her own.

His eyes are inherited from his father, purple, the color of the emperor of the demon clan.

"My demon~IndoMTL.com~The only remaining demon blood in the world, you finally came. It was her who asked you to kill me?" The low male voice, like a dragon's groan, filled his ears. Endless.

Ying Wuya, the emperor of ten thousand years ago confronted Zong Shaoqing.

Four flood dragons soared and turned into four flood dragon chains, trapping Zong Shaoqing's hands and feet.

"You have lost the best time to kill me, you are no better than your mother. Nvzong, that cruel woman, I have been obsessed with her for thousands of years, she is still unwilling to let go of the obsession of the year. . Since this is the case, why don’t I have to fight any more. The emperor returns, and I will let the four planes tremble. Ninety-nine times, the maiden sect, you taught a good son, today, I will use you My son is here to practice my Ninth Revolution's Art of Creation," the emperor demon's stern face, anger and madness alternately appeared.

The moment Zong Shaoqing pushed open the giant coffin, Emperor Mo Wuya woke up.

In the underground palace, thousands of emperor's coffins flew up in the air, and thousands of emperor's evil yin pills surrounded the emperor's side like a star battle in the sky.

Zong Shaoqing's complexion changed abruptly. He understood that he had missed the best time to kill Ying Wuya, and was in a predicament that he would never recover.