Chapter 169: The King
At night, the starry sky flows silently. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć info Artis stood in front of the ancient tree, staring into the distance.
"I can foresee the trajectory of fate hundreds of years later, but my lifespan is less than thirty, is that really the great sage just a mortal with adventures? ā
"Moreover, touching the long river of fate with a mortal body is definitely a backlash, so most of them don't live long. ā
Artis shook his head, his hand raised slightly, and a mysterious trace of fate emerged, constantly fluctuating.
"This world is a great place for transcendents who practice destiny and bloodline. ā
After a while, the trajectory of fate disappeared, he thought to himself, looking at the sky.
In the air, the huge force of fate was still rippling, and as he woke up, it seemed more and more urgent, with a strong sense of crisis.
"Ever since the armless demon died, the sense of fate has become more and more dangerous. ā
"It seems that after the death of the right-hand man, the next thing to face is the demon king of this world. ā
In this world, the five-armed demon is already a strong man standing at the top, and it is an existence that can be comparable to a king in the future. And after he died, no matter how disdainful the demon side was before, he would definitely be vigilant at this time, and he would not send someone to send his head again.
Therefore, the next attack must be the king of the demons.
"However, even if they have a sense of each other, it will be at least a long time before they find this place. This time was enough for me to be promoted. ā
He looked at the firmament of the world, and his thoughts flowed.
On the second day, after sorting out some matters of the tribe, Artis led a large number of clansmen to go out to a large number of demons from the outside world.
But this time, Artis didn't scruple about anything, and killed the demon when he saw it.
After being promoted to the third level, because of the natural ancient trees and the power to control fate, Artis's sense of this world is clearer, and it is faster to search for those tribes.
In the desert, Artis stood, and several clansmen beside him raised several lost demons and demonic beasts and piled them aside.
"Well, that's enough. ā
Artis thought to himself, and stepped forward.
As his mind gradually moved, the divine power began to seduce the fate around him.
"I sacrifice my flesh and blood in front of me, and ask fate to guide me. ā
A low voice resounded through the void, and the divine power seduced the laws of fate of this world and began to fluctuate.
The flesh and corpses in front of him gradually disappeared, turning into dust. In Artis's mind, a hazy mark emerged, as if it were absent.
"Head north. He looked to the north and ordered around him.
"Just this time, it has cost this body decades of life. ā
After a while, Artis sensed his body and couldn't help frowning: "No wonder since ancient times, most of the transcendents who have cultivated the power of fate have died young, and there are a few people who can withstand such attrition." ā
"Moreover, if it weren't for the fact that the power of destiny in this world is extremely active, and because I only predicted a general direction, I'm afraid the loss would have been even greater. ā
On Artis's body, a little gray hair has appeared, but it is not obvious.
However, he didn't care about this, after all, this was just a clone, and even if it fell, it wouldn't affect anything.
After a while, the group gradually made their way north.
The revelation of fate is very hazy, and although the general location is given, the detailed location still needs to be searched.
After some searching, a demon camp was destroyed again, and Artis returned with thousands of slaves inside.
For several months, when a sense of crisis from the revelation of fate was extremely strong, Artis stood under the starry sky, his bloodline body emerged, and his blood rushed into the sky, covering the sea of stars. The powerful force made the radius of dozens of miles red.
"It's enough. ā
Under a mountain, Artis muttered to himself, and then all visions vanished.
He was covered in red light, and compared to before, he looked very extraordinary, like a god and demon.
"The fourth level has broken through, and it should be time for that demon king to come. ā
He smiled slightly, with a cold look in his eyes: "It's time to end all this." ā
As the killing intent in his heart continued to roll, in the void, the huge power of fate that was originally coiled around also began to boil, indicating something in its center.
A little bit of world source power slowly fell, and gradually descended on Artis's head, helping him stabilize his breath.
He just stood there, motionless, except for the churning of his blood, as if to expel all life around him.
And so it was, a few days later.
A little pitch-black light appeared in the distant sky, faintly with a loud roar.
A tall figure in a black robe appeared here, staring at Artis with a pair of dark eyes.
"It's you, who killed my child, and Ozoris?"
Although it was an inquiry, his tone was very firm, and he had obviously already identified it as Artis.
In this regard, Artis smiled slightly, and a bit of majesty came out, offsetting the huge pressure on the opposite side.
The man's pupils shrank, and there was a slight solemnity in his eyes as he looked at Artis.
He was tall, three or four meters tall, with dark skin and a majestic build, with a murderous intent that had been spawned by countless years of killing.
He didn't ask much, just tensed up and began to change.
The black robe on his body began to crack, the huge magic power exploded, his posture began to change, and finally turned into a six-armed demon more than ten meters tall.
Pressed down by the majesty of the huge bloodline, he looked at Artis and began to roar.
A ripple began to occur in the space, and a terrifying magic roared, and a storm hung in place, and the huge force directly shattered several mountains.
At this moment, the power of the Demon Lord was undoubtedly revealed, and the power of the fourth level was completely vain.
On the other side, seeing this terrible scene, Artis just sneered.
On his body, a little red light appeared, and then gradually rushed to the sky, and the long blood and qi flew away, rendering the entire sky. The momentum is even more terrifying than the other side.
In this piece of blood, his posture also began to change, and the true body of the bloodline more than ten meters high appeared, with a huge majesty, looking coldly at the demon king opposite.
The scene was cold for a while. On the earth, two bloodline true bodies more than ten meters tall stood, and the power of two completely different bloodlines collided with each other, forming a storm in the center, breaking through the space and the earth.
And in the surroundings, the huge elemental power and magic power are constantly entangled, annihilated, and a series of reactions occur in the surroundings.
This kind of terrifying scene, unless there is a strong person of the same level, or even a third-level powerhouse with a high bloodline such as Ao Zhuolis, when he arrives here, he will be torn to pieces and seriously injured by two powerful forces.
The next moment, a large explosion occurred on the spot, and both began to move at the same time.
The Demon King roared, and different brilliance appeared on each of his six arms, rushing towards Artis.
And on the body of Artis, the blood and qi roared, and under the urging of divine power, the natural god domain emerged, suppressing the surrounding dozens of miles of territory.
The two began to collide, and each blow of attack could greatly change the surrounding land.
"Damn !!"
The six-armed demon roared angrily, his eyes were red, and the six arms exerted force, directly pulling up a small mountain and smashing it towards the opposite side.
The long river of blood rushed overnight, shattering this hill in an instant. Artis seized the opportunity and rushed forward.
The huge force in place erupted again, and the two began to fight in close combat, and every day of the attack, there was a thunderous sound around them, shaking the earth.
And through the mist of vision, in the core area of the power explosion, two tall figures were entangled with each other.
A huge blood hole appeared in Artis's chest, and the blood flowed all over the sky, and it looked like he had been injured a lot. And the six-armed demon opposite him was even more miserable, two of the six arms were directly broken, and they were thrown backwards by Artis, and they were directly dissolved by the heavenly blood.
The two separated, and the two pairs of eyes with the majesty of blood and coldness looked at each other, and then shot at the same time, directly shattering the space, revealing the void storm within.
Standing on the ground, the six-armed demon looked at Artis with a look of astonishment.
After a while, he said, "Your strength is no worse than mine." ā
"Beings like us, who have a long lifespan, why should we fight for those ants. As long as you are willing, not only will you write off the previous killing of my subordinates, but you can even introduce you to other kings and use secret methods to transform your bloodline into demons. ā
"From now on, you are the new Demon King, ruling this land with us, how about it?"
He looked at Artis and slowly persuaded, his language demagogic.
However, listening to his words, Artis sneered in his heart.
Not to mention that he is a sixth-level god in his body, and he has the ambition to be eternal. Let's just say that the demon itself is the most insidious and cold, and I can't believe it at all.
Therefore, he didn't take the other party's words seriously at all, and just looked at the other party coldly.
"Moreover, even if it is a king, it is nothing to us demons. ā
On the other side, the six-armed demon was still speaking, his face was grim and expressionless.
"This land has been ruled by our demons since ancient times, and there are seven kings alone, and above the kings, there are emperors. ā
He said coldly: "This bit of power of yours, in the eyes of our demon emperor, is nothing more than a wave of suppression. ā
Hearing this, Artis, who had always been expressionless on the other side, finally smiled, and his expression turned cold: "So what?"
"No matter how strong the Demon Emperor is, it can't change the ending you are going to fall here today. ā
The six-armed demon was startled, and then a powerful blood qi began to explode on the spot, and the power that was originally suppressed by Artis could no longer be concealed.
A long river of blood qi rushed to the sky, and in the blood qi, a tall bloodline true type reappeared, and those wounds on the previous body disappeared directly, rushing directly to the front.
"Not good!"
The six-armed demon looked at Artis opposite, a trace of cyan flashed on his face, but he couldn't dodge it at all under this powerful threat.
There was another collision, and the demon struck forward, heading towards the heart of Artis.
However, in the face of this, Artis did not dodge or dodge, but just brewed with all his strength, and it seemed that he was going to fight for his life.
"You're crazy!" the demon was shocked, and saw the figure of Artis getting closer and closer, so he had to grit his teeth and step forward.
The powerful blood qi was entangled, and at this moment, the true form of the blood line transformed by the blood qi of Artis directly dissolved, and the divine power that was originally hidden and immovable exploded without hesitation, turning into a cage and locking the demon.
Roar!
A death-fighting roar erupted in place, then faded away.
In the midst of the chaos, Artis stood on the ground and looked into the distance. Behind him, the corpse of the demon king floated silently, and the flesh and blood were directly evaporated.