I’ve Possessed the Demon Sovereign’s Body: 114. Demon Cult Ancestor of the Mountain (recommendation ticket! Seek collection!)
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looks at mirror, Chen Luoyang scratched his head.
Floating up and down in the lava, it seems to show no signs of damage.
Even, even the metal frame is black.
It looks ordinary, but it seems that the intense high temperature of earth fire lava around it does not exist.
Not to mention melting, even the temperature seems to stay the same.
It ’s nothing to watch alone.
However, with the current environment, it is almost impossible to write "I am a baby" and "I am not simple" on the mirror.
Chen Luoyang whispered in his heart.
In such a world, can such a good thermal insulation material be produced?
What is the point of the technology tree?
What is the material of the mirror frame that's the end of it?
Or is it true that science should not be taught in this metaphysical world?
Removing the cranky thoughts in his mind, he glanced at the boy in his arms.
The little guy is expressionless and serious now.
Flashing the eyes of azure black luster slightly, staring at the lava fire below.
Since the opening of Underworld Sea Curse Seal, Chen Luoyang can feel the little guy in his arms, and his attitude towards him has changed.
Holded in his arms, he no longer relaxes so much, but tightens his body, seeming to be alert.
With the opening of Underworld Sea Curse Seal, the emotions of Little Su Yuan became extremely indifferent.
The maliciousness towards other creatures is getting heavier.
In turn, he became sensitive and alert to the ability to threaten his existence.
Although Chen Luoyang did not show any malice, at such a short distance, the little guy could feel its power faintly, and it was roughly determined that this is a behemoth that he cannot match at present.
Not only is he unable to devour his soul, but if the other party is malicious, he is in danger.
Under Underworld Sea Curse Seal influence, the little guy only's emotions become thin, his mind becomes cold and bloodthirsty, but he will not be crazy, see who kills who.
So he was honestly held by Chen Luoyang at this moment, don't dare acted rashly, so as not to be strangled by this stronger existence.
Chen Luoyang let him do what he does.
It looks like a domesticated beast.
And Chen Luoyang also knows the current status of this little guy.
So he always pays attention.
At this time, when we saw that weird mirror, Chen Luoyang remained silent, and secretly adjusted the strength of his confrontation with Zhurong Burning the Heaven Formation and earth fire lava.
The pressure on Underworld Sea Curse Seal is gradually increasing.
The blue-black abyss ice sea has obviously become thinner.
The little guy in Chen Luoyang ’s arms, showing his hard face.
He moved his hands and feet slightly, as if struggling.
Look up and look at the double pupils looking down at Luoyang.
The brilliance of the dark gold color has disappeared, and pitch black luster flashes again.
Chen Luoyang smiled slightly and did not speak.
The little guy is helpless, but the calf can't screw the big arm, and can only continue to grind his teeth.
Thousands of mantras and Underworld Seas born from his eyebrows talisman seal are gradually melting and shrinking like ice and snow.
In the end, the little guy couldn't hold on.
The few remaining black sea foreigners automatically withdrew their eyebrows and re-formed talisman seal. Then talisman seal only flashed for a while and then disappeared.
The green black light in the small Su Yuan binocular also dispersed.
His eyes became lively again, and the expression on his face came to life.
However, he looked at his Cult Master blankly at only, and he felt a burst of sleepiness. He immediately fell asleep in Chen Luoyang's arms.
Chen Luoyang immediately readjusted the strength of Zhurong Burning the Heaven Formation so as not to withstand the magma rising below.
He looked at the little Su Yuan in his arms and nodded in satisfaction.
Because of the interference of the big Elder Xie Chong before and forcibly killing sixth elder week Pancheng, Chen Luoyang should now try to retain his own strength.
Consuming Underworld Sea Curse Seal to a certain extent, prompting it to fall asleep automatically to save itself, can temporarily achieve the effect of suppressing the seal.
When the matter here is completely over, Chen Luoyang has ample hands, and then specifically suppress curse seal with the power of Martial Emperor.
He turned his gaze back to the magma fire below.
A small black dot floated in the lava.
Chen Luoyang held the child in one hand, and moved the other hand towards the bottom.
Then black dot flew up and came to him.
Chen Luoyang carefully looked at this quirky mirror, the self reflected in the looks at mirror.
The Divine Demon order on his body did not respond.
Mr. Chen Luoyang whispered in his heart, it is difficult to judge whether this is the treasure that Demon Cult belongs to, or whether it came from somewhere else.
He extend the hand, trying to touch the mirror.
The temperature on ancient mirror is indeed as usual, as if it has not been affected by earth fire lava influence at all, and it is completely abnormal at the moment.
But what makes Chen Luoyang more concerned is that when he is in contact with ancient mirror, the phantom mysterious black pot in his mind flashes brilliantly, and the light pattern of dark gold color is covered with the pot body and pot lid.
Then, on the black mirror surface, there was also a glory of dark gold color.
After the mirror light flashes like a water wave, the mirror surface really fluctuates like the water surface.
A shadow emerged from it.
Chen Luoyang stepped back alertly.
I saw that what emerged from the mirror actually seemed to be a portrait.
Portrait whole body is dark, falling in the red light of Zhurong Burning the Heaven Formation transformed into, supported by the red light, hovering in midair, facing Chen Luoyang face to face.
The black mirror returned to normal, and nothing happened.
It seems that the value and purpose of its existence is to store this portrait.
But Chen Luoyang faintly felt that the mirror itself was more special.
only hasn't figured out what's going on right now, so the mirror is unresponsive.
It was the black portrait of whole body in front of me.
The Divine Demon on Chen Luoyang did not react with the mirror, but instead faced this portrait, and felt a sense of faintness.
And the dark portrait, at this moment, seems to have life suddenly, closed eyes, automatically open.
The black light shakes in his eyes, exactly the same as Chen Luoyang.
... some Master of the Demon Cult from the former generations!
Chen Luoyang flashed a thought in his heart.
cultivation Heavenly Demon Blood, in charge of the Divine Demon order, except for the Demon Cult Cult Master in the past, there is no other possibility.
But the question is, who is this?
Chen Luoyang is a bit difficult.
The Demon Cult statue is dedicated to ancient Divine Demon like Pangu, Fuxi, Nuwa, Chi You, Zhurong, Xuan Ming.
Predecessors of the predecessor ancestors are not standing statues.
So Chen Luoyang is at a loss.
And as far as he knows now, although the martial way expert on the Divine Province loam is not bad, it is not a matter of pushing mountains and reclamation to change the landscape, but the lifespan does not seem to be exaggerated.
If it is an old predecessor who has become history, is this a rebirth after death, or is the fetal breath hard to leave a line of life to be awakened?
However, Chen Luoyang not at all relaxed his vigilance because the other party was a senior of Demon Cult.
After carefully observing his silence, he was secretly aware.
The black portrait in front of you is almost the same as golden body sarira after the Buddhism monk sits.
This senior, strictly speaking is already a dead man.
However, there is still a lingering idea of the remnant soul, which has survived to this day.
Chen Luoyang is relieved.
The two eyes are opposite, and the same black and black mysterious light is intertwined.
A loud voice sounded.
"I am the ancestor of the ancient Divine Cult mountain, staying alive until today, waiting for the descendants of fated, Fanwu Divine Cult descendant, it is important to follow my decree, remember, remember ……”
"Bang!"
Unfinished, the black people seem to be kicked!
Then one foot stepped on the portrait face.
Portrait eyes blink black light in a row.
Chen Luoyang looks down at him expressionlessly above.
"are you the first Cult Master that built the main altar on top of the volcano's crater?"