Two months later, the dragon landed near the Dark Demon Valley in the Infinity Mountains. He was very careful to take the highest-level stealth pill in advance, so as not to be discovered by the Yin Yang Sect people who came and went in this area.

From a distance, the Black Devil Valley was constantly floating with black clouds, indeed like a huge demon-shaped figure, but beyond his imagination, this place was not a desolate scorched earth, except for the peaches, plums, plums and willows that had grown for an unknown number of years, the most were blue flowers on the other side, dense and rich, as if a god had poured a pot of brilliant blue stars down, and the "river water" overflowed from the basin to the mouth of the valley.

This large area of suffocating blue immediately reminded Long Lin of the blood of the demon god, too similar, although it was also pure sea blue, but it did not give people a sense of tranquility, but felt that it was more unbridled than blood red, more fierce than golden, more hideous than thick black, reminiscent of the fierce and violent cosmic turbulence between the stars.

Unlike the usual flowers, these blue flowers have faint golden rays on their stamens and petals. There is a sense of the supernatural.

Viewed from above, this basin is a large bowl of blue and faint poisonous soup with green onions.

Slowly descending to five or six feet away from the valley, I heard a thud, like a pot of oil under the vegetables, and the god cover of the protective body suddenly deflated slightly, and a faint black halo floated. There is no doubt that this poisonous miasma can break through the spiritual power shield of ordinary monks. Long Lin used the divine spiritual power, and the five-colored brilliance was like water and fire, and after circulating in a circle, the black qi was dispersed.

He floated up a few feet, put away his protective spiritual power, and an indescribably strong aura suddenly rushed straight to his nose, making him feel a slight dizziness for a moment. It's like hundreds of millions of catties of ambergris, musk and Qi Nan are stacked together, and it's even hard to define whether it's a strange smell or a strange fragrance. The aura didn't do him any good, and it didn't seem to do any harm.

With a thought in his mind, he summoned the Xuanyuan Mirror and the dust in the mirror.

As soon as Pichen touched this breath, he screamed in horror: "Corpse gas!"

"What corpse?"

"The corpse of the demon god! There must have been a demon god who has fallen here!" When he was emotional, his voice was very uncomfortable, but Long Lin was shocked by his words and didn't care about this at all, "You... Are you sure?"

It's sure that this is the corpse of a demon god, not a real demon, a demon, a divine beast, or something else. He is not unfamiliar with this breath, although the demon gods who die in battle are usually quickly taken away by the demon god clan and will not be allowed to rot and decay, but in the later stage of the war, the demon gods suffered heavy casualties and began to rout and chaos, plus some of the demon gods who were cleaned and executed internally, usually left out by violent corpses, this kind of corpse qi will inevitably be encountered.

Bichen said that the corpse of the demon god is extremely smelly, like thousands of abalone in the mortal world, and you can never forget it once you smell it, and the breath of the gods after death is a kind of pure air, and the breath of each god race is different.

Long Lin was a little curious, not knowing what kind of breath his master Poseidon had after his fall, but he was too embarrassed to ask... I didn't want to change my complexion, and suddenly tears fell like rain, and said: "My master, it is the breath of the sea before dawn, when he falls, the fish and dragon weep, and the sun and the moon lose their brilliance..."

Infected by his heartfelt mourning, Long Lin was also a little sad, but he didn't know how to comfort him.

patting the sad and weeping Bichen, Long Lin picked up the Xuanyuan mirror and took a photo, and sure enough, he saw a tall skeleton in the valley, deep in the ground, with a golden magic horn that was clearly visible on the skull!

Different from Long Lin's imagination, this skeleton is the same as the human race, it is white, but it looks extremely dense and hard, as bright as jade, and if you look closely, there are golden patterns on the surface, densely covering the surface of the whole skeleton, beautiful and weird.

Long Lin's first thought was: Could this be the demon god mentioned by Liu Yusheng?

Bichen calmed down, and also looked at the corpse in the Xuanyuan mirror, and said: "This demon god is definitely not the one Liu Yusheng encountered, judging from the fact that his muscles are so thoroughly corrupted, he has been dead for at least 10,000 years, and the time is not right." "Thinking of Zi Xiu's statement that this poisonous miasma did not exist from ancient times, but appeared more than 20,000 years ago, and suddenly faded away in the past 10,000 years, and according to Su Ningxin, the sudden growth of the Yin Yang Sect with the support of the demon god was only thousands of years ago, and Long Lin believed that Bichen's judgment was accurate.

"Moreover, the demon god Liu Yusheng met has a pair of golden horns, right?" Bichen said again. Long Lin suddenly asked him, "Then why is this demon god a one-horned one?"

According to Bichen's explanation, the one-horned demon god is considered a "minority" of the demon god clan, although it is not as cunning and wise as the two-horned demon god, but the body is stronger and fierce. The Protoss call it the "One-Horned Demon".

Despite the distance, the Regulus Mirror clearly saw through every inch of the corpse. Thinking that such a divine object was actually used as a body search mirror in the mine by the demons of the Witch Shadow Demon Sect, Long Lin couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

It can be seen that this demon god was extremely seriously injured before his death, his right sternum was almost burned, although it remained white, it had been blurred into a large mass, and the golden texture was also burned, turning into scattered petals one by one, left shoulder, right palm, mandible, left lower limb... The same situation is everywhere, and you can imagine the tragic condition of the injuries.

Long Lin couldn't imagine that apart from his own Golden Heart Purple Flame and Yun Shui Han's Void Ice Flame, there was any other flame that could have such great power, but although his Golden Heart Purple Flame could be controlled independently, it could only reach the size of an inch at present, and Yun Shui Han's Void Ice Flame would have to be upgraded by at least two more realms to achieve such an effect, he thought.

Could it be that he was the Demon God who killed Yun Zaitian? And then he died of his injuries? But how could he die on the Fengqi Continent?

Or... He suddenly reached out and touched the bead made of dragon scales under his neck, this demon god is Chi Xuan?

Although Bichen couldn't identify who the demon god's bones were, he said, "It's not a red god. Chi Qi is a fire demon god, and he cultivates fire-based exercises, and the demon patterns on the bones of this demon god are obviously gold-based. ”

"Then is it possible that he is the demon god who killed Yun Zaitian?"

Bichen hesitated and shook his head, "It's hard to say. However, the Void Flame of Yun Zaitian is the best at restraining the golden system exercises, and it is not certain that he can fight with this demon god and lose both of them. ”

Thinking of the huge head that he saw at the bottom of the sea in Daying, which was pierced by the blow of the Black Slaughter Tree, Long Lin couldn't help but feel a thrill, and a chill ran down his spine, if he encountered this demon god at this time, he was afraid that he would turn into powder in the blink of an eye!

Taking the Xuanyuan Mirror and the Dust Rim back into the small world, he reopened the shield and slowly descended near the corpses in the valley. The corpse was not far from the river beach, but there were no common reeds, calamus, or water willows on the river beach, only an unbelievably dizzying number of flowers on the other side, which was a sea of flowers, half a man tall blue flowers that were as undulating as the waves of the sea, and the turquoise flower stems were as thick as a child's arm. In the midst of it, I didn't feel terrible, but there was an inexplicable sense of sadness.

There is silence, no insects, no birds, no scales, no beasts.

Long Lin's vision was bright and dark for a while, not because the sky was abnormal, but because the corpse qi was constantly eroding his divine spirit cover, and he had to use his exercises to wash it repeatedly.

It didn't take much effort to lift the corpse to the ground, it was covered in a suspiciously sticky black wet mud, which was dried and swept away by Long Lin with a windy Vermilion Bird fire.

To Long Lin's confusion, the two-foot-long corpse had no armor, boots, helmets, weapons, or anything that could prove its identity, only a clean skeleton; there was no reason why even those things were rotting, right? Or had they been taken away? Who could go deep into this place and take everything that was available?

He looked at it for a while, not knowing why.

The closer you get to the skeleton, the faster the light and dark alternate in front of you. It can be known that this "poisonous miasma" is the breath produced by the corruption of the demon corpse, and the poisonous miasma 10,000 years ago should be the demon cloud released by the seriously injured demon god at that time to drive away the monks.

Long Lin noticed that there was a black hole the size of his own head at the center of the skull of the corpse, shaped like a mortal weapon trident, although it had fallen into the hollow, the sharp aura in the corners was still terrifying, and Wangjiu felt like a bottomless abyss, as if it could devour people. After a slight gaze, he found that most of the corpse qi actually escaped from this rotten demon godhead, condensing into a clump with the smoke in the mountains.

This demon god has been dead for more than 10,000 years, and his body has eroded to the point that only white bones remain, but it still makes Long Lin feel an invisible fierce flame that cannot be seen;

He knew that Bichen was not afraid of this corpse, so he summoned him from the small world to take a closer look at the skeleton.

As soon as Pichen came out, he said: "Saw his magic horn, this is really a treasure!" He said, this corpse qi will pollute the aura of the small world, but the demon horn will not; during the war between gods and demons, it would be a great military feat to obtain a real demon god horn! The Protoss is far better at refining weapons than the Demon God Clan, and the Demon God Horn is the best material for refining weapons, and it has advantages that other heavenly and earthly treasures do not have; the Demon Gods who were executed internally were also stripped of their Demon Horns before the execution, and they would not be cheapened by the Protoss in vain. He added, "It's still a single magic horn, and it's even rarer than a double magic horn... As far as refining is concerned. ”

"I see. Long Lin stretched out his fingers and flicked the magic horn, feeling that it was neither gold nor jade, if it was real or false, it was neither cold nor hot, and it really felt like it was not in the five elements.

"How did you get the Devil's Horn?" he asked.

Bichen replied with a smile: "The star lords are naturally cut down with one sword, and the others will take some effort... With the current realm of the eldest master, he may have to think of another way. ”

Long Lin didn't believe in evil, took out the shaking light knife, sealed his nose and withdrew the spiritual power shield, and at that moment, his robe turned from blue to black, as if he suddenly fell into the ink pool.