"Ten, I've grown up." Between the shaking of the wings, it was as if a voice sounded, as if the first nine sons of the Demon Emperor who had died in the primeval flood era were laughing.

"Brother!" Listening to the faint voice, the Demon Crown Prince's tears flowed out at once.

For two epochs, he hid his tracks, collected resources, and used himself as a foundation to nourish his brother's true spirit, who did not know whether it existed or did not exist—only the Demon Emperor and the Crown Prince himself knew the suffering in between.

And the earth is the witness to all this.

But at this point, it all paid off.

"There really is still a true spirit!" Between the ground, those hidden primeval demon saints looked at all this, and they were all dumbfounded.

The Demon Emperor Crown Prince gathered the bones of the other nine Golden Crows, they naturally knew about it, and they claimed that among the nine Golden Crow remains, there were still true spirits preserving this method, and they also knew it, but no one believed it, after all, even the Ancient Demon Emperor didn't believe it, how could others believe it?

Therefore, in this matter, no primeval demon saint has ever given the Demon Emperor Crown Prince the slightest help.

When the true spirits of these Demon Emperor heirs were revealed, their indifference to the Demon Emperor Crown Prince turned into incomparable shame at this moment.

"Lin Jiu, stop quickly!" One after another, the primeval demon saints manifested their bodies.

If there is only one demon crown prince who disappoints all the demon saints one after another, then he will die if he dies.

But now what Lin Jiu's bow and arrow are pointing at is not a disappointing Demon Emperor Prince, but a Demon Emperor Crown Prince who has worked hard and lonely, walking alone for more than two eras, and in addition, the true spirit of the Demon Emperor's nine sons.

Under such circumstances, how could those primeval demon saints watch Lin Jiu shoot that arrow to end the ten-day catastrophe, how could they watch the true spirits of the first nine sons of the Demon Emperor who had just recovered return to extinction?

"Amitabha, fellow Daoists, please go back." The Buddha's light bloomed on the spiritual mountain, and he wanted to stop these primeval demon saints.

"The ancient catastrophe has no beginning and no trace, is it the way to count the operation?"

"In the past, His Majesty the Demon Emperor forcibly terminated the catastrophe by force, and now the intermittent catastrophe is based on the dispute between the Demon Emperor and the inheritance of the Demon Emperor.

"How dare you go against the grain?" When those primeval demon saints made a move, the Buddha's light actually pressed directly towards all the primeval demon saints, with a posture of wanting to suppress these primeval demon saints.

At the same time, the calamity qi between the earth rose suddenly, quickly condensing towards Lin Jiu's body, Lin Jiu's own progress in accommodating the calamity qi and the power of the Great Witch suddenly accelerated, and just when his body was about to explode, there was an inexplicable power surged, guiding the changes in his body, which actually allowed him to inherit the power that belonged to the Great Witch in a more perfect attitude.

This is no longer Lin Jiu borrowing the power of the Ancient Great Witch, but the Ancient Great Wu Yi who has died, wants to use Lin Jiu's form and spirit to shoot the last arrow that ends the disaster of the Ten Days.

This is not that Lin Jiu is reproducing the myth, but that the myth is covering Lin Jiu.

With such power, the person who made the move was of course not Sakyamuni, but the supreme saint of Buddhism, Subodhi.

"Subodhi!" To the north of the earth, the kun that blocked the aura of calamity raised its head and roared, and the shadow of the sky was added to it, so that the kun fish manifested its complete posture in this instant—the kunpeng.

However, when the demon master Kunpeng made a move, he didn't want to separate Lin Jiu and the demon crown prince who were fighting-as Su Bodhi said, after Su Bodhi personally urged the calamity qi, the general trend of the land had been achieved, and even if the current demon master Kunpeng and the others were working together, it would be difficult to terminate the operation of this life.

The goal of the Demon Master Kunpeng is not to separate Lin Jiu and the Demon Emperor Prince, but to the supreme saint Su Bodhi.

Kunpeng spreads its wings, and its size is beyond the upper limit of human comprehension.

An unprecedentedly huge shadow, in an instant, covered all the light, sun, moon and stars in the entire Desolate True Realm.

In the integration of the Flood Desolation True Realm, there is darkness.

When the light reappeared between the earth, the golden body of Su Bodhi Shengrao was still standing on the spiritual mountain, but in the spiritual mountain, there was a broken wall, and Su Bodhi's golden body was also a depression with a sword mark.

Obviously, when the demon master Kunpeng made a move, other strong people took advantage of the darkness to take the time to give the Su Bodhi sage a ruthless gain - the Su Bodhi sage thought that it was the demon master Kunpeng who made the move, and he suffered a big loss without being guarded.

"Amitabha." Subodhi lowered his eyes.

And after this, the gaze of the earth fell back on Lin Jiu's body, or the body of Dayi, who was reviving through Lin Jiu's form and spirit.

Even though everyone didn't say anything, in fact, everyone had already glimpsed the next ending.

Da Wu Yi's last arrow was shot, under the power of Taiyi, under the surging calamity, his life was closed, and the last heir of the Demon Emperor fell here, along with the other Nine Brother Jinwu's broken true spirits.

And Lin Jiu himself, who supported Taiyi's power with the essence of the Dao Fruit, would also be completely drained of his essence and qi by this blow, and then his spirit fell, and the eighteen-fold hidden spring returned to the Netherworld, and the Netherworld was consummated.

The last traces left by the Demon Emperor in the world completely dissipated.

In the same way, after the Great Wu Yi made a move, the last imprint hidden in the depths of the Netherworld left by the Wu Clan will also be completely dispersed.

Just like the real primeval ten-day disaster, whether it is the witch clan or the demon clan, they are all losers in this disaster.

The only difference is that in the primeval times, there were no winners, but now, except for the Lich and the two clans, the rest are winners.

"It's a pity." The sound of sighing with emotion sounded from time to time.

Whether it is Lin Jiu's astonishment or the forbearance of the Demon Emperor Prince, it is embarrassing, but now, these two are about to be destroyed together.

"Dayi?" And in Lin Jiu's consciousness, he had never despaired.

Immense power and consciousness poured into his body, encroaching on everything he had, washing away everything he had, but he remained awake.

His consciousness had never been crushed under this pressure.

His consciousness was just a corner of his body curled up in silence, watching his body being invaded, watching his origin being plundered, and then turning into an arrow shot out under the surging aura of calamity.

And at the moment when the arrow exploded from the bowstring, Lin Jiu's still awake consciousness finally moved.

"Lend my hand to complete the end of the catastrophe?"

"I'll fuck your damn bald thief!"