Xu Yangyi nodded thoughtfully, his eyes were spicy, this was exactly what he thought.

The King of the Ten Thousand Ancient Dan Sutra broke through to the realm of the Honored Saints, and the Pale Demon Body evolved, what about his own infinite truth?

Whether it is to open the Book of Harmony Contract, or for the evolution of the demon body, the Infinite Truth must rush to the realm that matches the realm.

Moreover, this feast, no matter whether the other party has the final touch or not, he also needs a few top-grade pills in exchange for the demon's top-grade exercises, as well as some other magic weapons.

Walking out of the palace, the sky above his head was red, Xu Yangyi looked up at the top, there were some things, just to say that it was difficult to imagine the grand occasion at that time, and in the same way, he couldn't imagine what kind of grand occasion would appear when the demon oven broke out.

Io was already waiting there, his face full of anxiety, and he kept pacing, just now, this dormitory ushered in several violent outbursts of demonic energy, even if there was a forbidden seal, it also made it feel terrified.

What happened to Master Xu? What happened here? The other party took away five million magic crystals in one go! He even handed over a deposit of three million first! A huge sum of eight million was obtained, and he got the right to choose a few pills first, Master Xu ...... You won't retreat again in one go, will you?

Eight million is more than half of the caravan's profits...... If the other person retreats again, he will not be able to deal with him at all!

Thinking that Xu Yangyi had just said goodbye without saying goodbye, its heart went up and down, and it didn't dare to leave here for half a step.

Therefore, when it saw Xu Yangyi reappearing, its smile became sincerely sincere.

"Master Xu......" was so excited and suffering from gains and losses that it almost cried: "Let's not make this kind of joke next time, okay......"

"Daddy, it's ugly. Red Line said. Xu Yangyi glared at it: "You kid, why do you keep telling the truth?"

Immediately, he looked at Io, "Can you wait?"

"Let your goods go back first, and wait here for me for a year. ”

"Of course, no problem!" said Io with a long sigh of relief.

Xu Yangyi nodded, turned around and walked towards the palace, and Ai Ou immediately followed.

Time flies very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, a year has passed.

In a huge palace covering an area of hundreds of thousands of square meters, the black robe with fine stitches is as smooth as a black swan feather, and there is no superfluous style, but it looks low-key and luxurious. A plain hood style, with two silver-white ribbons hanging down from the edges, and the sleeves are engraved with intricate patterns. A withered hand, with only four fingers, and a demonic face in the palm of the hand, slowly stretched out from the cloak.

It is a sealed hall, palatial and full of wildness. There are countless demonic beast heads hanging around that are more than ten meters tall, and the throne where this cloak demon sits is actually composed of a skull of a starry sky giant beast that is tens of meters in size. Crystal clear, bloody and primitive chandeliers hang from above, and the frescoes of the Seven Sovereigns' Conquest become the backdrop of the hall.

There was no one, only the demon himself, and five light curtains opened around him, and it sat in the center.

In front of him, there was a hanging magic crystal box, the carving was ingenious, it gently twisted a black pill from it, obsessively looked at the rolling demon qi condensed pill above, and the leaf pattern that the top nobleman was already familiar with, took a deep breath, and suddenly, the whole pill turned into a stream of demonic energy, turned into flying ashes from its hand, and inhaled into the cloak.

The cloak shook slightly, followed by a pleasant moan, "Amazing...... Master Xu has improved again...... It is very likely that the true Holy Rank will be advanced a hundred years ago. Although this is an elixir for the Great Demon's Saint Rank, even if this king breathes, he actually feels that it is slightly beneficial. ”

Brushing brush, on the light curtain, one by one figures wearing cloaks appeared, some were as tall as mountains, some were skinny as wood, and some were wrapped in a vast black fog. The cloak demon gently closed the jade box and looked around: "King of the Evil Eye...... Remnants of the Holy Flame ...... Prince Grizzly, Prince Sumatra, Grand Duke Perros...... Today, just the six of us, let's talk about it, what do you think of Master Xu?"

Shengyan Yu laughed out loud: "In so many years, it is the first time that we have held an independent gathering for a human race. Master Xu...... It's really a big face. ”

Prince Grizzly spoke calmly: "At the end of any Abyss War, there will be new upstarts rising and old nobles silent. We don't want to be a falling meteor, his strength is fully qualified to weigh on the heavy bet, this kind of super-large capital game, how much can a dark horse get? Everyone, you should know better than me. Isn't it? ”

The King of Thousand Throats stood up from his throne and waved his hand slightly, and in an instant, the entire hall shone brightly, and a silver-white light rose up from all directions.

Above this silver-gray hell, countless demonic faces appeared, all of which hung an ancient family crest below. As far as the eye can see, there are not only millions!

A row of numbers is dancing overhead, and in this fictional hell, there are tens of thousands of huge spots of light, which are very eye-catching. The most avatars are condensed around them. Every day, a face disappears.

A tentacle stretched out from the cloak of the King of Thousand Throats, and pointed on one of the light spots, and said hoarsely, "The number of people who have signed up now has reached eight million seven hundred and twenty thousand. It's only been four years. The peak of enrollment is far from coming. Although most of the garbage will be sifted out before the final quota is finalized in fifty years. ”

"The remnant family of the battle between gods and demons in Heaven and Hell, the scorching moon of Gauss. The tentacles moved slightly, and they clicked on one place, and suddenly, the hell boiled instantly, and a huge demonic phantom with only one eye on the head appeared, letting out a deafening roar.

"The rating is hidden, the strength is hidden, and the betting funds are not announced, but ......" The King of Thousand Throats paused: "As far as this king knows, its betting funds have reached 40 million, pressing it to enter the next round." Folks, this is just the beginning. ”

"And here, it is also the remnant of the War of Gods and Demons, the Yuan Clan. According to the intelligence, 30 million magic crystals have been pressed on it. "Here, damn the Eastern Genealogy, I can't detect their players, but someone has reported that the eighteen large magic crystal reserves in the Chaos Hell have been exhausted. "And here, the sordid Doom siblings, whose caravan hasn't gone out since they returned a hundred years ago. It's all caravans. ”

"Here. "...... here" "And ...... it"

Brush Lala...... For more than ten minutes, countless demonic phantoms were suspended in the hall like tokens, like stars and moons, shining brightly. Killing this desolate battlefield in the light, just from a projection map, you can smell the smell of blood.

The King of the Thousand Throats looked around obsessively, like the sun looking at the stars, and those phantom tokens refracted patches of silver-gray light, with an intoxicating number of magic crystals below, hundreds of thousands of millions filling the entire hall. Finally, the tentacles pointed to the location of the Deception Palace.

With a brush, Xu Yangyi's figure jumped out, but ...... He has zero in his name!

Not a single bet!

Don't look at the demons just named out in the tens of millions, but now is just the beginning! Those real chaebols, such as them, have not yet made a move, and even so, these numbers are far ahead of the millions of other demons. Compared with Xu Yangyi, it is simply a difference between cloud and mud!

Even if he ends the Battle of the Abyss in an hour!

All the brilliance around him dimmed, leaving only Xu Yangyi's figure, and the King of Thousand Throats said slowly: "Master Xu has his strengths, and the elixir can ensure that there are no injuries, and he will always fight at the peak of his strengths......"

But his disadvantages are just as clear. Before he could finish speaking, Prince Sumatar said, "It doesn't understand the habits of other demons, it doesn't know the purpose of the bloodline, and most importantly, it ......."

"He has a noble status, as a saint, he doesn't need to purify his bloodline like us, does he have the killing intent and determination to stand in front of the demonic oven at all costs?"

"If not, he won't be able to make it past the fourth round, let alone advance to the top 1000. ”

At this moment, the King of Thousand Throats suddenly looked up at the sky. Not only it, all the demons raised their heads and looked into the air in disbelief.

At this moment, it is invariable, between the primordial, between tyranny, between deception, between killing, between madness, between malice...... One hell after another, a pair of ancient eyes suddenly opened. Qi Qi looked into the air. And the pinnacle of every hell, on the eighteen towers of immense proportions. Eighteen ancient eyes that seemed to be eternal finally woke up from their slumber.

Between the deceptions, the core deceives the palace of evil, and in this huge palace, there is a tall tower that rushes into the clouds.

It's called the Grey Tower of Deception, and there are also the Tower of the Tyrannical Deep Blue, the Tower of Scarlet Killing, the Tower of Madness and Darkness, the Tower of the Primordial White, and so on.

If the Palace of Deception is the core, then these eighteen towers are the brains, the hearts of all demons.

Because...... They are the Eighteen Demon Lords, the ancient solitary resting places of the Eighteen Lords who survived the battle between Heaven and Hell.

At the peak of the Gray Tower, where tens of thousands of years have been densely filled with turbulent, the most quintessential demonic energy, at this moment, a figure in the darkness that is deeper than the darkness, older than the history, and greater than the plane, trembled slightly, and then slowly opened an eye.

About a meter in size, he swept it gently, and then looked overhead in surprise, as if he had seen the sky through the gray tower, and a voice that seemed to be engraved in the long river of history slowly sounded: "Ahead of schedule?"

"Why......? Or is it the first time that the condensation of the Demon Oven has been advanced, does this mean that the outbreak will also be advanced?