The black short sword trembled gently in Di Yun's sea of knowledge, but for Di Yun, this slight tremor was tantamount to dropping a bombshell in his heart.

Just now, when those black silk threads appeared, he understood that this should be the legendary power of faith, but the power of faith was still too weak, but he didn't expect that just such a little power of faith could already mobilize these nine transformation demon blades in his sea of consciousness, which was simply an incredible thing.

However, what Di Yun didn't know was that just this little bit of faith power had taken almost ten days of all the monks in the entire Demon Realm. It took so long to condense the power of faith, but it was only enough to make his Nine Transformation Demon Blade tremble slightly, you can think of what a terrifying consumption it would be if you really used the power of faith to help you fight.

Now that he saw hope, Di Yun's heart was naturally overjoyed, and when he closed his eyes again, he began to absorb the black silk thread on the top of his head. Sure enough, under the urging of his exercises, the black silk threads on the top of his head slowly increased, although it was still difficult to identify with the naked eye, but it was already much more than just now.

At this time, all the demons in the entire demon world felt that after they prayed to Di Yun, black light would fly out from Di Yun's idol, and then submerged into everyone's body, and the whole person would suddenly feel refreshed. Sensing this, all the people were ecstatic and began to pray again. In fact, this is not a benefit that Di Yun gave them, but after they finished praying, the demonic energy in the air was transformed into the power of faith, and in addition to being absorbed by Di Yun, some of these faith powers would escape and seep into the body of the praying person, giving them some changes.

This cycle is day after day, and in the blink of an eye, ten years have passed. For ten years, Di Yun sat in the cave without the slightest movement. And in the past ten years, almost the entire demon race has begun to believe in Di Yun, and this belief has evolved from the initial insipidity to fanaticism. Just after the statue of Di Yun at the top of the Demon Tower was completed, countless demons poured in from all directions towards the middle of the Demon Realm.

These fanatical believers took three steps and one bow, and walked towards the Demon Tower completely relying on their own physical strength, completely ignoring the toil and suffering on the road, their only purpose in mind was to reach the Demon Tower and see the ruins of the Demon God Messenger for themselves.

Time flies. Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, there are ten cold and hot summers, and at this time, countless demons have gathered under the Demon Tower, their hands are facing the sky, their foreheads are touching the ground, and they don't know what they are talking about, but they keep saluting the person at the top of the Demon Tower.

At this time, Di Yun in the cave did not move at all, there were more and more black silk threads around him, and the silk threads that were originally difficult to distinguish with the naked eye were now the thickness of a little finger. Wrapped around him, it slowly swirled.

Suddenly, Di Yun's eyes suddenly opened, and he opened his mouth and took a long breath. The black threads that swirled around him were sucked into his body in an instant. Then, with a movement of his form, he disappeared into the cave and reappeared. He was already at the top of the Tower of Demons.

At the moment when he appeared, hundreds of figures suddenly appeared around the Demon Tower, and they were all demon monks who were ordered to guard the Demon Tower. The lowest cultivation level is the high level of the Demon Saint Realm. But from the time Di Yun appeared to the top of the tower, they didn't react at all. It wasn't until he was standing there that the monks came to their senses and flew into the air to prepare for defense.

But when they saw the man in black at the top of the tower, their originally tense expressions instantly turned into worship and joy, and hundreds of figures knelt down in the air, shouting feverishly at the figure. A moment later, the Eight Great Demon Ancestors also came here one after another, raising their eyes to look at Di Yun who was tall, wondering why he was here now after not appearing in twenty years.

In this way, Di Yun stood motionless at the top of the tower for three years, and the Eight Great Demon Ancestors and countless demon clans also accompanied him and waited here for three years. It wasn't until one day three years later that Di Yun's eyes slowly opened, but the eyes he opened were no longer white and black, and the entire eyeball became black, which seemed to contain endless coldness and anger.

As his eyes opened, a black curtain of light shot out of his eyes, shooting directly into the endless void. As soon as his mouth moved, he spat out a mouthful of black mist, which circled around his body several times before suddenly dispersing, forming a black ring that continued to expand towards the surroundings.

In the blink of an eye, the black light curtain tore a hole in the sky, and the black ring had already shrouded the entire demon world, and all the demon monks under the ring were involuntarily dragged to the bottom of the demon tower, and then knelt down towards Di Yun.

Di Yun's eyes slowly closed, then opened again, looking at the demons below, the coldness and anger in his eyes instantly released, replaced by kind and loving eyes. He looked at the Demon Ancestors below and said loudly: "For millions of years, my Demon Clan has lived like a prisoner in this closed space, but today, it is the day we turn over. I, Di Yun, must tear this sky, crush this sky, and take you out of this space, back to the heavenly realm, breathe the air of the heavenly realm again, and reoccupy the resources that should belong to us. It's just that I need you to dedicate your demonic heart and origin power, are you willing?"

Every demon clan under the Demon Tower understands what is happening at this moment, this, this is clearly a sign of the birth of a demon god, for millions of years, the demon clan is finally going to give birth to a demon god again.

As soon as Di Yun's voice fell, countless demons had tears in their eyes, and shouted frantically: "I do, I do, I ...... Yes!"

As they shouted, Di Yun, who was standing at the top of the tower, suddenly opened his arms, as if he wanted to hold all the void sky in his arms. And at the moment when his hands were opened, a black short sword phantom flew out above the head of each demon monk. The higher the cultivation of the demon clan, the black short sword phantom will become more and more substantial, a moment of effort, the sky above the demon world has been covered with dense black short swords, although these black short swords are big and small, virtual and real, but without exception flew to the top of Di Yun's head, the tip of the sword pointed down at Di Yun.

Seeing this scene, the eight demon ancestors in the air glanced at each other, and the two of them first knelt on the ground and shouted loudly: "I, Wanyue (Xu Shu), am willing to dedicate my demon heart and origin power for the demon god to come to the world!"

With the two of them taking the lead, the other six Demon Ancestors also knelt down one after another, shouting the same words. As soon as the eight of them finished speaking, their bodies trembled violently, and then eight huge black swords flew up from the top of their heads, flew to the top of all the black swords in the air, and then slowly spun.

At this time, Di Yun's face was solemn, his eyes were wide open, and he shouted: "The sky is ruthless, the demon god has eyes, and as soon as the demon sword comes out, the Three Realms will look down!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his originally open hands suddenly clenched into fists, and almost at the same time, countless black sword shadows in the air spun rapidly. The entire sky above the Demon Realm was occupied by these phantoms, and almost all the demonic energy in the Demon Realm was injected into these black sword shadows, and then flew to the top of Di Yun's head.

A moment later, only a loud bang was heard, and the black sword shadows in the sky disappeared together, replaced by a huge black long sword that was thousands of miles long and hundreds of miles wide suspended above Di Yun's head, and the huge sword tip trembled slightly, as if it was about to pierce Di Yun.

At this time, Di Yun suddenly looked up at the huge black long sword in the air, and his hands were slowly folded. At this moment, the black sword in the sky began to descend downward. In the blink of an eye, it had already touched Di Yun's hair.

Seeing this scene, the entire demon clan stopped breathing, didn't dare to make a sound, and quietly watched Di Yun above the sky merge with the black long sword.

I saw that the black long sword pierced into Di Yun's body little by little, and with the piercing of the long sword, his body began to tremble violently because of the pain, and then the blood began to spread outward along the wound on the top of his head, just in an instant, Di Yun's whole person was already wrapped in blood.

The Eight Great Demon Ancestors who were watching from a distance were temporarily lost in their cultivation at this moment because of the sacrifice, but even so, they could feel the terrifying power contained in this black long sword, if it was added to them, I am afraid that they would die in an instant, and there was no way to save them.

At this time, within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, except for the sound of Di Yun's blood dripping, no sound could be heard.

Just as the long sword pierced halfway, Di Yun's eyes suddenly opened, and a violent roar came out in the air, and then the whole person fell to his knees on the top of the tower.

Everyone present shouted in unison, and many demons wanted to stand up, but they fell to the ground because of the temporary loss of cultivation. The long sword, which had already pierced halfway, began to rise upwards instead of advancing and retreating.

Seeing this scene, all the demons present sat down on the ground, does this indicate the failure of the Demon God's advancement? If this long sword is completely withdrawn, I am afraid that it will be wishful thinking to condense again.

When the Wanyue Demon Ancestor in the air saw this, his complexion also changed dramatically, and he shouted: "No!"

As soon as the words fell, she immediately used all her strength to sit cross-legged on the ground, raised her hand and hit her forehead, and a drop of bright red blood flew out of her body and flew towards Di Yun in the distance, which turned out to be her last natal blood...... (To be continued......)