Permanent Martial Arts Chapter 1770: A demon among demons, a captive ancestor demon?
"Give it to 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 atmosphere 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.
Actually, thinking about it, this is not too unexpected. The stone tablet contains the mystery of time and space, and Lin Feng has long understood 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 are a little unwilling.
"That's it, that's it, 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 shuddered, and he immediately became vigilant. The aura was so strong that Lin Feng felt 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's eyes widened.
"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 is an ancestor demon, and it is a very powerful ancestor demon. It is 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 ancestral demon, and the ancestral demon had been confined all the time, so he didn't know what state the ancestor demon in front of him was at all.
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 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: "Yuanmo, 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 is also very curious. He has never heard of Yuanmo, but he knows that among the ancestor demons, there is a very powerful one, even second only to the Zhongqian World Lord.
The ancestral 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 the Zhongqian World Lord was born among the world masters, everything changed.
No matter how strong the ancestral demons are, they can't match the Zhongqian World Lord. Even the ancestral demons as a whole are 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, and may be able to answer Lin Feng's doubts.
Yuanmo 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 epoch catastrophe. Treating the eighth era of catastrophe as nothing, it seems that among you who are in control, there is another chance to give birth to a Zhongqian world 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.
One Zhongqian world master is enough to completely change the situation. But now, the world masters have given birth to three Zhongqian 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 Zhongqian World Lords... Well, according to the agreement of the three Zhongqian World Lords, you will get one hundred thousand copies of the origin of the Small Thousand World. Accept it."
After speaking, Yuanmo began to emit a wave of fluctuations, and then, the aura on Yuanyuan began to decrease rapidly, from an aura that was comparable to or even stronger than that of the Eight Tribulations Realm Masters, it fell rapidly , slipped all the way to the point where he was 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 World was the Zhongqian Realm Lords, who "scraped" from the Small Thousand Worlds one after another, accumulating an era of time.
But now it seems that this is not the case.
The origin of the Xiaoqian world actually appeared from the body of the ancestor demon in front of him.
Can Zumo produce the origin of 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 the demons, this seat is born with the power of destruction, all the celestial demons, all the ancestral demons belong to this seat One part. This seat is the king of all demons, the devil among 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 , in order to complete the tasks of the Zhongqian World Masters.”
"This seat is kept in captivity in Zhongqian World~IndoMTL.com~ If you can't become Zhongqian World Master, you will always be an ant, and you will always be slaughtered."
Yuanmo 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 demons!
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 Ten Thousand Origin Conference every era, and the origin of Xiaoqian World came from Yuanmo, time and time again, causing Yuanmo to completely lose hope.
No matter how powerful the source is, so what? Don't even dare to resist now.
"Lord Miaoshu, this seat has given 100,000 copies of the origin of Xiaoqian world to those who are predestined 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.