Chapter 886: The Ten Thousand Year Conspiracy

In the depths of the Demon Cloud, several martial arts powerhouses guarded around the ancestor, their faces were full of envy, they felt that there was a mysterious energy, flowing in the ancestor's body, and the magic light flowed, full of mysterious and unpredictable power.

They all know that these energies are called negative energies.

Only if the bloodline is strong and the atavistic demon clan appears, can this be done.

The bloodline is atavistic to the ancestors, the saints can be expected, the demon blood rises, and the demon race will be unified......

This sentence is a secret of ancient times, a sentence that has been passed down.

"How's the situation?"

The Ancestor opened his eyes and shot out two dark golden rays of light, releasing a majestic aura.

"Wang Zun, the Wasteland Realm has stopped attacking. ”

The Wisdom Demon stepped forward and reported in a deep voice.

"Be proactive. ”

The ancestor's face remained unchanged, and he frowned and ordered, he can't fight, how can he absorb negative energy.

There were two main reasons for his attack on the Wasteland Realm this time, one was to expand the territory, and the other was to break through the Heavenly Immortals.

Only by achieving the Heavenly Immortal can he be sure to dominate the Qihuang Star Domain.

"Wang Zun, I'm afraid this won't work, the Wasteland Realm is far superior to us, the endless forest is thousands of miles in circumference, and it is shrouded in more than a dozen large arrays, and it is difficult to succeed in attacking with ordinary troops. ”

Zhimo shook his head and said sensibly.

Frankly speaking, he inherited the unscrupulous character of the demon clan and vowed not to give up, but it was a little different, he still had an important identity, the wise man of the demon clan.

As a wise man, he has his own mission, he has the obligation to fulfill, even if he doesn't care about the life and death of the demon soldiers, he must also focus on the overall situation, and he can't attack rashly.

The Ancestor was silent for a while, did not insist on attacking, looked at the outside world through the demon cloud, and asked with a little expectation, "How are you preparing over there?"

"Back to Wang Zun, the demon slave sent back the news, and there is still half a month. ”

Zhi Mo bowed down and said with a smile.

"Well, I'll wait for another half a month, and after half a month, it will be the end of the wasteland. ”

The ancestor clenched his fists, and the power of the blood emanated, suffocating and terrifying, and the killing machine was terrifying, making people frightened and frightened.

"Pay close attention to the battlefield, all armies are on standby, and at the same time, intelligence agencies such as the Bloody Guard, the Red Flame Guard, and the Six Doors will monitor the mainland, and once there is a supernatural ** out, report it immediately. ”

Li Tang looked at the demon cloud and said with a smile.

Aren't you absorbing negative energy?

Then I don't take the initiative, it's up to you how you absorb it......

However, this also has drawbacks, he does not attack, in the eyes of many soldiers, this is a sign of cowardice, and after a long time, it will affect morale.

He needed to think of a way to obliterate the peak powerhouse of the Earth Immortals in the Demon Cloud.

............

In this way, the two sides were in a stalemate for half a month, the demon clan deliberately did not fight, and Li Tang did not want to take the initiative to attack.

This relieved the armies of both sides.

However, it is clear to everyone that this is just the calm before the storm, and when a new big war comes, it only takes a little spark to produce an earth-shattering explosion.

At that time, the battle will be fought, and the dead and wounded will be relied upon!

"Ang ......"

At the foot of the Burial Dragon Mountain, these days have not been peaceful, and the sound of the dragon groaning is constantly heard, which is different from the majestic dragon roar, which makes people shudder when they hear it.

On the top of the mountain, inside the golden light curtain, there is a trace of black gas.

"It's almost good! The Demon Dragon was born, and with the addition of the Ancestor Wang Zun, the Demon Clan has two Earth Immortal powerhouses, and it is not easy to destroy the forces of the Wasteland Realm?"

A black-robed figure said hideously, with a pair of scarlet eyes, nervously looking at the crystal clear coffin, full of excitement and excitement.

Use 10,000 years to refine the magic dragon!

He has waited for 10,000 years for today.

These long years are enough to witness the rise and fall of an imperial country, enough for rivers to be diverted, mountains to become river valleys, and enough for an ordinary person to be reincarnated dozens of times......

It's been such a long time, and he persevered!

He's finally waiting for today!

"Time is not forgiving!"

The black-robed figure thought, looking at the crystal coffin, revealing emotion, thinking about 10,000 years ago, he also had a handsome appearance and a pure presence that fascinated thousands of witches, but now, he has gray hair and a pus-filled face, and he doesn't dare to lift the black robe.

"However, as long as you can refine the Earth Immortal Realm Demon Dragon, sort out the information, and pass it on, after a few years, people will remember that the founder of the puppet art is me, then all this will be worth it!"

Then, the black-robed figure thought, his face full of surprise.

The thought that the demons would become very powerful because of his efforts made him tremble with excitement.

Who is he?

Servant of the Demon Clan, Demon Slave!

Roar......

In the crystal coffin, the dragon's groans became louder and louder, shaking the sky completely, echoing in a radius of thousands of miles, and all living beings were prostrate on their knees, and their hearts were shocked.

"This ...... Buried at the foot of the Dragon Mountain, does the Dragon Ancestor want to recover?"

"No, Wu Xian said that the dead Dragon Ancestor cannot be resurrected, so I will report this matter. ”

A hidden station, solemn and secluded, the atmosphere was solemn, and several blood-clothed guards looked at the foot of the Burial Dragon Mountain, their faces were serious.

"Sort it out, and I'll go and see. ”

The captain of the Bloody Guard said, his figure flickered, turned into a bloody light, and flew into the distance, and the momentum emitted had reached the Zhuji Martial Saint, which showed that the power of the Bloody Guard was so powerful.

"Who is calling the Emperor?"

The sound of the underworld, as if coming from an unknown time and space, echoed over the foothills of the mountain, a burst of flying sand and stones, the wind and clouds, the signs of the destruction of all things, the Taihao ancient lizard, tens of thousands of poisonous insects, like crazy, rushed down the mountain.

Rumble......

Thousands of crystal coffins, bursting with hundreds of millions of glows, illuminating the sky, countless dragons are roaring, deducing the fierce war, the mountains of corpses and the sea of corpses, red blood, making the eyes red.

"Sealed Spirit!"

The demon slave drank profusely, stretched out his withered palm, and dozens of wisps of demonic qi came out, wrapping around the coffin, like a key, opening a huge formation.

This formation, the power of the law is abundant, and the demonic aura is soaring, like a vast starry sky, transcending time, transcending space, dominating the universe, dominating life, and dominating all things.

Control, the law of the power of control, lingers.

Control the sky, the earth, and all things......

Control the spirit with the array, control the soul with the array, control the life with the array, intercept the power of the law of the void, lay down a large array, absorb energy, and refine the corpse as a puppet.

"Who are you, and why did you resurrect the Emperor?"

The remnants of the ancestral dragon's spiritual wisdom did not notice anything unusual, and asked in a tone full of vicissitudes.

He had slept so long that he had forgotten everything.

"Am I? your master. ”

The demon slave smiled.

"Master?"

Zu Long's eyes flashed with doubt, he didn't understand what this meant, but he understood that it was not a good thing, and roared loudly: "Bastard, you dare to bully me?"

A raging dragon power overwhelmingly suppressed the demon slave.

"Bondage!" devoured

Looking at the monstrous attack, the demon slave's face remained unchanged, and he pinched his fingers, and more than a dozen black gases turned into chains, like a chain of order of the Heavenly Dao, binding the ancestral dragon's limbs.