Mamen Shaliye, one of the eight kings of the demon clan, slaughtered all the demon clans here for the sake of this cultivation place.

In order to protect Wushuang, Youlan did not escape her fate in the end.

Wushuang flew and flew, flew and flew, flew away from Qiyun Mountain, flew over Mingxia Valley, flew out of Luoshenyuan, and flew to the Phantom Sea.

He finally saw the water and the fish in Youlan's mouth so closely.

But Youlan will never appear again.

Wushan completely lost everything.

Without Youlan, he had to find food by himself, and without playmates, he had to cultivate by himself.

But there is no place to cultivate.

It's all because of that demon!

He wants to take back what is his.

Youlan can't come back, and Xiao Wang next door can't come back, but the place of cultivation can, and it is also the place where they are buried.

At the very least, the remains should be sorted out for them.

Wushuang looked at the deep phantom sea and swore secretly.

But Mamen Shaliye, that is the Eight Kings of the Demon Race, is the existence of the Demon King and the Demon Sacrifice in strength, Wushuang wants to defeat him?

Impossible.

No one has ever taken his words to heart.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons change, year after year.

Wushuang grew from a black and white bird to a black bird.

He had learned to gather his feathers.

The fish in the Phantom Sea had never shown its head, and Wushuang had never gone to sea.

Separated by a whole sea level, they are learning spiritual power, cultivating together, and growing together.

They had never met, but they cherished each other.

Ten years, twenty years, thirty years.

The fish had grown three times larger, but Wushuang was still the same little bird, unchanged at all.

The tide is high again.

Only then will the passage to the Hanging Lotus Ya appear.

Wushuang, who had turned into a human form, glanced at Qiyun Mountain behind him, and plunged headlong into the Phantom Sea.

As the undercurrent surged, Wushuang drifted with the tide and slowly approached the Hanging Lotus Field.

It's just that the closer he gets, the greater the pressure of the sea, and when he reaches the bottom of the hanging lotus, it seems to be about to crush him.

The frost can't get out of the sea at all.

Thirty years of adversary, once appeared.

The big black fish, a carp, straightened up, and directly slapped Wushuang out of the Phantom Sea.

Ah, friend, that's what you look like.

For the first time in thirty years, they saw each other's faces clearly.

It turned out to be a snow-white hexagonal salamander.

How high is the Hanging Lotus Age? Anyway, the black frost can't fly to the top.

After all, it's just a second-order demon, like a snail, climbing up little by little.

He's a bird? yes, he's a bird. But it still needs to be climbed slowly.

Because the hanging lotus is so strange, it looks like a huge umbrella, but it has no umbrella handle.

The only way to the top is the filaments that hang intermittently in the air.

Actually, it's not a filament, it's a kind of insect that Wushuang doesn't know the name of.

Anyway, if you want to go to the end of suspense, you have to step on the corpses of these bugs.

Yes. These bugs levitate, but are unable to bear any weight.

As long as the frost is stepped on, they will surely die.

However, there is only one way to Hanging Lotus.

And at the top of the Hanging Lotus, the five-colored golden lotus is in full bloom.

That's one, if you eat it, you can advance to the Holy Lotus of the Great Demon.

The Holy Lotus was really delicious, and as soon as the black frost touched the Holy Lotus, the pores of the whole person opened.

He didn't hesitate, there was no one here anyway, he could chew slowly and absorb it slowly.

After cultivating day and night, with the essence of the Holy Lotus, Wushuang has become the same demon as Youlan back then in the blink of an eye.

But that's not enough.

The object of his revenge is far more powerful than Youlan.

After the Holy Lotus was completely absorbed by the Black Frost, the entire Hanging Lotus was shaking as if it was about to collapse.

However, this is the calamity of the frost.

That Holy Lotus is not a mortal thing, although it can improve cultivation, it is against the will of heaven and earth.

Thunder Tribulation, early arrival.

The thunder tribulation that should have appeared in the Great Demon God was so long in advance!

Ninety-nine eighty-one thunderstorms.

Where is this thunderstorm? This is clearly the punishment of the guilty.

One after another, thunder slashed through Wushuang's skin, cut off Wushuang's feathers, and pierced every cell that should have been full of spiritual power.

The black frost wailed, and the sound of sorrow shook the entire Hanging Lotus Ya.

But no one, no one gave him any response.

Hurt.

Wushuang only felt as if his whole body had been torn apart countless times, but it couldn't give him a good time.

Wushuang didn't want to struggle anymore, it hurt so much.

But Youlan's dying voice rang in his ears again and again: ask him, why......

Oh, why? What a stupid woman.

Where did it come from and why. He doesn't care about you at all.

He is the king of the demon realm, how are we different from the grass and trees?

But Wushuang will go, and he will personally beat the high demon king into the dust.

He was going to tell him what he had lost.

Wushuang finally survived the ninety-nine eighty-one thunder tribulation.

At this time, as long as all the demon beasts survive the thunder tribulation, it is time to fly up to the Dao Hall to take the path of the gods.

After the path of God, he will become a god.

But.

Why?

Why?

Why is it so late that the messenger of the gods has not come, and why has the path of ascension not been opened?

Hasn't he already survived the Thunderstorm?

Wushuang looked at the sky with tears, his efforts for so many years were just to become a god as soon as possible, and he wanted to become the youngest demon god.

He wants to go back to the demon clan and tell all the demons that their demon clan is no worse than the demon clan, and can even be superior to the demon clan.

However, there seems to be no hope in sight.

Could this be his fate? He is a demon clan, and he deserves to be bullied by the demon clan?

No, never.

The misty tears gradually became firm, and then there was more hidden hatred and determination.

Although the Holy Lotus that had just been absorbed was still unstable, the body that had been baptized by the Thunder Tribulation was also shaky.

Wu Shuang didn't say a word, and started a new round of meditation and cultivation.

This sitting is actually another hundred years.

What is a hundred years?

A hundred years of non-cultivation for the weak can be a lifetime or even a future life.

And for the demon king Wushuang, it's just a snap of a finger.

Although Wushuang did not become a god, that pure power has made Wushuang, who was originally only at the level of a big demon, jump to become a demon king.

But Wushuang was still not satisfied.

He wants to avenge the revenge of the demons, but he will not expose the grievances of the gods.

Isn't it just that you can't preach?

He is a blackbird, a bird.

He's afraid he won't be able to fly to the temple?

In the next hundred years, when Wushuang finally crossed the layers of obstacles and stood on the altar of the gods, there was finally a ripple in the divine realm.

But only ripples.

The contemptuous attitude of the god of enlightenment told Wushuang that no matter how much he cultivated, he would not be able to become a god.

Just because, he is the son of a demon.