This day is a day that will never be forgotten for the entire demon clan. The names of the eight great demons who sacrificed themselves for the entire demon clan were forever recorded in the history of the demon clan. Their names were written next to Jiang Dong, the first great saint of the demon clan, because all the demon clans believed that each of them had this qualification.

Dedication, what they have is dedication. They may not be able to compete with the Great Sage, they may not be able to compete with the Great Sage, but there is no doubt that when they are smiling and jumping into the Flag Refining Furnace with the future of the Demon Clan, they have been deified in the hearts of all the Demon Clan. And this aura of theirs not only infected every demon clan, but also infected Wang Xia, an outsider.

"With the existence of the eight heroic souls of you, the demon clan will no longer be cowardly, because when we are cowardly, we will think that there were once eight great sages who threw themselves into the flag refining furnace, just for the future ...... of the demon clan" Sheng Jin knelt lightly in front of the flag refining furnace, watching the cyan ghost flame continue to burn the entire furnace body, his heart seemed to be thrown on this ghost flame and burned together.

As Sheng Jin knelt down, all the demon clans in the Blood Domain City fell to the ground with hula, and they kowtowed to the eight Flag Refining Furnaces at the same time, and they were sending these eight powerhouses on their last journey with their hearts.

"Woo woo woo woo ......" cries began to spread throughout the demon clan, although they no longer have tears, but they used to be human, when the pain hit their hearts, they still haven't forgotten the way they once expressed their grief - cry!

"Don't cry!" Suddenly, a voice appeared in the ears of the demon cultivators, and a figure slowly walked out of the heavenly palace, his face with incredible determination. He is Wang Xia, the demon cultivator who was originally drunk saw that it was Wang Xia, although there was still anger in their eyes, they still had the respect they deserved.

They have not forgotten that today's pain seems like a pinprick in a needle, but if it weren't for the person in front of them to lead them out of the cities that once trapped them, they might always be able to send people under the fence and be a pitiful worm.

"Crying never gives us strength, and crying does not make our enemies soft-hearted. Crying only makes the enemy happier. Let them see our cowardice! The eight Sages went away with endless hope. They are the heroes of the demon clan! They are the role models of the demon clan! Each of us should learn from their spirit! Every one of us should have a mortal heart! Even if it is me......" Wang Xia pointed his index finger at his heart. There is no doubt that the eight big demons used their own death and the last look to make Wang Xia completely integrated into the demon clan, at this moment Wang Xia no longer used himself in his heart, he had already merged with the entire demon clan, one glory and one loss.

"Look at this city, look at the people around us! What kind of life have we lived in the past 10,000 years? The Flag Refining Furnace that the Eight Sages have devoted themselves to is our past, and the Banner Soul they have transformed into is our future! They are not dead, they have incarnated as the Eight Banners watching us and guarding us! They will always be with us. They are waiting for the rise of the demon clan!" Wang Xia clenched his fists, although his words were not loud, they were still spread thousands of miles away with the help of countless elders. The entire blood domain was floating with Wang Xia's voice for a while.

"We have suffered humiliation, not because the enemy is too strong, but because we are too cowardly! We should be brave and brave, be brave! The eight saints defended their dignity with their lives, and told each of us what to do next. Tell me, are you afraid of death!" Wang Xia roared, and under Sheng Jin's heart, this voice shook the entire blood domain!

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't be afraid!" a deafening voice resounded throughout the bloodfield. At this moment, the entire blood domain was trembling with the momentum of the demon clan.

"The eight great sages who died have passed away, what we have to do is not to cry, because the burden on our bodies is heavier than theirs at this time, because we have to shoulder the great task of reviving the demon clan!" Wang Xia swept the audience after saying this, he knew that what he said was enough, there were no fools in the demon clan, and those who could come here were all former males, they had their own arrogance and dignity. The death of the eight great saints ignited their dignity and pride.

Turning around quietly, Wang Xia walked out step by step towards the Heavenly Palace: "The cold wind and rain are coming, and I will kill my enemy!" This is Wang Xia's oath, this is also Wang Xia's promise, and it is also a promise left to the entire demon clan...... The ghost flames on the eight flag refining furnaces were constantly burning, and the cyan flames seemed to tell everything. Everyone listened to Wang Xia's last words, looking at the flames of the Flag Refining Furnace, they were ready for battle, each of them was waiting, and when the enemy came, it would be their bloodstained ...... In the next few days, countless people came to pay homage to the Flag Refining Furnace and the Heavenly Palace, and the eight Venerables were the gods in their hearts, and this person who led the demon clan out of the most difficult moment was also the god in their hearts. In the demon cultivator's heart, Wang Xia has been deified, as if as long as he exists in the entire demon clan, he will never be defeated.

But just when everyone was thinking like this, Wang Xia was a little big-headed! The identity of a Five Realm cultivator was indeed not wrong. Wang Xia also knew that the Holy Wheel on his chest was his Five Realms, but he couldn't control the Holy Wheel of the Five Realms, and he couldn't exert the power that a Five Realms should have.

"When you are able to get out of the lie that you have made up all your life, when you can trust the wheel on your chest, then everything you have lost will come back, and you will return to that Five Realms cultivator again!"

However, Wang Xia didn't understand what he was trying to tell himself! Five Realm cultivators, that was simply synonymous with God. It was a god-level figure who could control the heavens and the earth, and it was already at the pinnacle of this world, and it was broken through time and space with one step forward.

But he was obviously just a sixth-order cultivator, and if he didn't have any adventures, Wang Xia felt that even if he gave himself the best cultivation environment, he would probably be difficult to reach the ninth-order within thirty years. As for reaching the peak of the ninth order, I'm afraid it would take at least fifty years to do so.

And this is still the power that refers to, not the realm. Reaching this level of strength will reach the limit of this world, and how to improve the realm Wang Xia doesn't know. Because he had cultivated until now, he had not felt the Five Realms or the Four Realms in the eyes of ordinary cultivators like other cultivators.

"Am I still not complete?I didn't have a sea of qi at first, but now I don't have a realm......," Wang Xia hugged his head, and his heart was extremely painful. In the eyes of the demon clan, he is the great sage of the Five Realms, and he is the hope of the demon clan. But no one knew that Wang Xia was actually always living in fear, because he knew that his dream of the Great Sage of the Five Realms would be shattered one day!

At this point, Wang Xia was really not afraid of death, what he was afraid of was the despair of the demon clan! When the eight great sages threw themselves into the flag refining furnace together, they had already put the hope of the entire demon clan into their own hands, but did he want to crush this hope with his own hands after more than a year?

"Where the hell is my realm...... Can anyone tell me......" Lying on the jade futon, Wang Xia's eyes were full of pain, he tore the clothes on his chest, he was trying to look at the holy wheel on his chest, his fingers gently brushed the pattern of the holy wheel, Wang Xia knew that all his secrets should have a major connection with this holy wheel and the layout person riding the nine-colored deer. But this mystery has been haunting Wang Xia's heart from beginning to end, and it has never been revealed...... "Your sister's! Don't let me know who you are, and one day Lao Tzu will know who you are, and he will be the first to smoke you! Can you not be so mysterious! You directly tell Lao Tzu that everything is not better!" Wang Xia couldn't find a reason in himself, so he had no choice but to put all the blame on the arranger.

Of course, this kind of shirking responsibility can only be temporary for Wang Xia. Because Wang Xia is not a person who asks for everything, more often than not, he is willing to use his mind and strength to really face everything...... Calm down, Wang Xia looked at his own sea of qi, in the sea of qi, the golden power was still floating there, and the five Yuan Dan were like five still worlds waiting for Wang Xia's summons there.

A hand in the depths, above Wang Xia's arm, the holy flame burned, looking at the holy flame that was constantly burning in his own hands in the way he thought in his heart, Wang Xia's eyes couldn't help but appear a golden figure, the one who appeared in the sky on a nine-colored divine deer, and pointed at the layout of the emperor.

"His strength is like mine! He is always with me as if he were my shadow...... Could it be ......" Wang Xia's eyes suddenly flashed with a bright light, and he had a guess in his heart that was similar to the one before: "Could it be ...... Could it be that the arranger is actually me?"

Yes, Wang Xia had such an idea in his heart that made him feel unacceptable! The strong man who could be crowned emperor with just a drop of blood might be himself! Otherwise, Wang Xia would never believe that anyone could calculate everything about himself so accurately.

"He knows me too well! He knows me almost as well as he does...... Almost every step he took calculated what I was thinking!Who would have thought of all this if it weren't for me?" Wang Xia thought, and with his thought, everything seemed to be explained clearly.

It's not that the arranger doesn't dare to tell himself everything, but that the arranger knows himself well. And, if that person is really himself, that would explain why he never met with him and commissioned so many people...... If he had suddenly left an image telling himself that he was him when he saw the salvation of the gods in the Firmament Realm, he would probably spit out and leave immediately...... Because I don't believe it at all. Then I'm afraid there won't be anything next.

And it's because he knows himself too well, so he keeps using his curiosity to introduce himself step by step, and then let himself understand all this.

"No...... No way...... If that is me, then what is me now?Why should I do all this?What about my nine-colored divine deer?What about my invincible strength?" Wang Xia seemed to be caught in a strange circle that was difficult to solve, originally he thought he had figured out something, but now it seemed that instead of figuring it out, he was caught in a bigger puzzle...... If that's not you, then why do you have the same power as yourself, why do you know yourself so well? If that's you? then why do you do all this, how did you get to a thousand years ago, and why did you do all this?

(To be continued)