When the robe was on his body, Pang Jian suddenly felt an indescribable heavy force, pressing down on his back like a mountain.

That's thirty-six Demon Domains!

It is also the belief of five great demon gods with real names, eighteen demon gods of the middle god level, and hundreds of millions of demon beings!

In the vast extraterrestrial galaxy, there are thirty-six demon domains, echoing this robe from afar!

The magic power rolling inside, hundreds of millions of creatures who believe in the demon god, Pang Jian can call it with the help of robes!

With his robe on, he seemed to be on a mission.

He can not follow the Dao of the Demon Heaven, he does not need to start from his heart forever, and he can not be selfish to the extreme.

However, he must see himself as one of the Demon Gods!

In other words, he has to work hard for the strength of the demon race and the demon god!

A dominant-level magic weapon carries too much weight, and if you want to use the supreme power granted by the magic weapon, you have to carry something.

As long as he is willing to carry it, then in the thirty-six demon realms, he can call on the evil thoughts and evil thoughts of hundreds of millions of sentient beings at will.

As long as he is willing, he can also grab the boundless magic yuan power in the thirty-six demon domains.

Those who have their real names, the great demon gods who are still alive, the middle gods, he can also move part of his power and bless himself through his robes.

Hemotian, Fa Yan, these great demon gods will be subject to him!

The mysterious space of the Sea of Fog is in a different place, and there are some powerful ancient demons left, and he can also use this robe to gather his strength.

Not to mention the robes and other supernatural powers, how strong should these alone be?

He really carried this monstrous demonic energy, and if he could indeed bear it, his combat power would skyrocket in a breath!

That giant ape, as well as Rondy in the underworld, don't have the strength to fight!

"Whew! Whew! ”

Pang Jian's breathing was a little short, and a thought came out of his heart, which was forcefully extinguished by him.

"Wear a magic clothes, carry the demonic will, serve the demon with your body, and merge the demon with your soul."

The boundless evil thoughts and evil thoughts in the robe turned into vast demonic thoughts, repeating this passage repeatedly.

Secretly, it seems that there are countless powerful demon gods, trying to persuade him to pursue the supreme truth of the demon path.

As long as he nods, as long as he is willing to let go of his heart, he can instantly become a supreme true demon!

This was the second super powerful bewitchment he had ever experienced!

In the deep sea of demonic energy, he struggled to hold on to his heart for the first time, but this time it was even more ferocious and terrifying, and it was about to collapse his ego in an instant.

In the sea of souls in his head.

Hundreds of millions of demonic thoughts that did not belong to him turned into a blue-black cloud of smoke, floating above the deep sea formed by the convergence of his divine consciousness, turning into another terrifying "curtain covering the sky".

His crystal clear godhead is like a towering sacred mountain in the sea, and the soul of the origin in it adheres to the immortality of spiritual wisdom.

"Carry the Magic!"

"Serve the demon with your body!"

"Merge the Demon Dao with the Divine Soul."

The mighty magic sound roared endlessly in this soul world.

One after another bizarre mysterious demon realms have been opened up in the blue-black smoke clouds, and there are many mighty and tall ancient demon gods who have manifested their true bodies in the demon domains.

They laughed unscrupulously, as if they were staring at Pang Jian's divine soul from different demonic realms.

The true meaning of the demonic path that they had comprehended over thousands of years turned into clusters of flames, lightning bolts, and some mysterious magic pattern catalogs, trying to imprint Pang Jian's godhead.

If Pang Jian is willing to accept and allow these demonic mysteries to be integrated into the godhead, his divine level will be broken through in an instant.

From the middle god to the high god, there is only one step away.

The price is to abandon everything that exists, and from then on focus on demons and no longer cling to others.

He had refused once.

But this time, after experiencing the shattering of the immortal primordial god and being severely injured by the fierce old ape, he was in a state of depression and anger, seeing that stronger power was within reach, and the fiery desire in his heart gradually overpowered reason.

Reason told him that his path was not demonic.

He can steadily and steadily use his existing avenue that is more in line with him to promote to a high-ranking god, and seek greater strength and god level in the future.

But desire was tormenting him, tempting him, so that he would immediately obtain the power of a high god.

Then, with the power of a high-ranking god, he took charge of this demonic treasure, coerced many demon domains and great demon gods, participated in the war in the underworld, and sought revenge on the old ape.

Inside Purgatory, with the power of the high-ranking god and the robe left by the Demon Heaven, he can also wrestle with the two masters.

Especially that dark phoenix!

From his robe, he felt an infinite hatred.

The Demon Lord was killed by the Black Phoenix, and this robe was also seized by the Black Phoenix, and thrown above it to turn into a canopy, separating the Purgatory World into two different worlds.

Dominate the relics, remember the deep hatred, and have not been annihilated for thousands of years.

In the matter of the death of the Black Phoenix, the robe, Luo Hongyan, and the First Demon have a common goal.

"Carry the magic will, become a demon!"

The demonic desire in Pang Jian's heart became stronger and stronger.

The sea of divine consciousness in his mind, and the blue-black demon sky above, were slowly about to border, and the sky and the sea were about to become one.

Heaven and sea, once they really converge, it means that Pang Jian has accepted the important task of revitalizing the Demon Dao.

"Motian is dead."

"This lord who was born in the sea of fog was successfully killed by the black phoenix in the fight with the black phoenix."

"At the end of the day, He's still a loser."

"Through a loser, can you really revitalize the Demon Dao? To completely fall into the devil's path is to become the master of this path, and can you really turn everything around? ”

There are also wisps of clear thoughts, like sparks of stars, flickering in Pang Jian's soul sea.

It was a little bit of golden light.

These seem to be the immortal soul fires that Pang Jian fell into the mysterious soul sea of the underworld, belonging to the primordial gods.

"Wow! Wow! ”

He then heard the sound of the sea flowing.

The deep sea condensed by his divine consciousness, the origin of his godhead, became clearer and clearer in the sound of flowing water.

The smoke clouds that hundreds of millions of demonic thoughts turned into, the thirty-six demonic caves that opened up in the smoke clouds, slowly disappeared because of the firmness in his heart, because he was no longer distorted and bewitched by desire.

Once again, he guarded his heart!

"Pang Jian? Is that you? You...... Where? ”

The voice of the Source Demon suddenly sounded in his perception, making him shake like an initiation.

He suddenly woke up and realized that he had once again survived the "Demon Tribulation" and withstood the bewitching voice of ten thousand demons.

With the magic cloak draped on his body, he took a few breaths, and after a trance, he suddenly saw a scene.

In the depths of a snowy demon domain, the handsome and extraordinary Source Demon fell in a pool of his own blood.

His demonic blood was solidifying, and he still had the black gold sword in his hand, and nine lanterns floating above his head.

The nine lanterns are all burning with demon souls as lamp oil, and the wicks are all slender demon shadows.

"Ah Yuan, you still have to die here."

A scrawny demon god, carrying a white bone spear, approached the source demon without hurry, and said, "Don't blame me, we need another master to dominate the world. ”

"This master must be born in the starry sky, not in the depths of the sea of fog."

"Lord Demon Heaven has been down for too long. Since He is dead, it proves that the demonic path He adheres to cannot bring our people to a higher level. ”

"The First Lord is the new future of our race, and his demonic path that contains all things is even more powerful."

"Ah Yuan, you already know that we are all part of Him. I am willing to join Him, willing to be the cornerstone of the great prosperity of the Devil's Path, and I must correct your disobedience. ”

One of the nine clones, the other outer body of the First Demon, stabbed the Origin Demon in the forehead with a white bone spear.

The spear ignited a white flame, cold and piercing.

"Pang Jian!"

The source demon, who had been hit hard and was dying, let out a hysterical whining.

The sound was poignant and piercing, causing many demon gods to frown.

In addition to the demon god who was carrying a white bone spear, nine demon shadows also suddenly appeared in the center of the nine lanterns.

The candle flame is like their eyes, looking coldly at the stubborn Source Demon, and speaking with cynicism.

"Pang Jian? That's the one you are talking about, the Terran boy of the Purgatory World? Ah Yuan, as one of the bodies of the First Lord, you have never forgotten a human Terran boy! ”

"A mere human race, are you still remembering until you die? What the hell are you thinking? ”

"Ah Yuan, you will be defeated because you almost forgot who you are, you have been in purgatory for too long, and the demonic nature in your body has been eliminated."

"Ah Yuan, you just accept your fate."

The demon gods in the nine wicks, from different demon realms, watched the source demons from the air, mobilized their magical power to seal the void, and suppressed the vast demonic energy in the recovery of the source demon's body.

"It's me."

An unfamiliar voice sounded in this Demon Domain, and also in the strange secret places of the other nine Demon Domains.

An ancient castle, a valley of demons, a cave that has been extinct for thousands of years.

A magic stone frozen for 90,000 years, a dusty dry bone, a heavenly bird soaring in the gray starry sky without skin and flesh.

A dark warrior reduced to a dried corpse, a pile of cracked statues of a demon god, a witch dancing alone among thousands of powerful people.

Nine Demon Domains, Nine Different Regions, and Nine Hidden Demon Gods, all heard this extremely unfamiliar magic sound.

In the next moment, the nine mid-level god-level demon gods could no longer gaze at the source demon through the wick, and they were unable to participate in this civil war between the first demon clones, and the nine magic lamps were extinguished one by one.

The bone joint, which the source demon couldn't move, moved slightly, and then tightened the hilt of the sword again, looking blankly at the void: "It's really you?" Pang Jian, where are you? He was incredulous.

"Pang Jian?!"

The scrawny demon god suddenly felt that the demon power of this heaven and earth, the evil thoughts and evil thoughts of all beings in this world, no longer echoed him.

This world belongs to Him, and He has worked hard for many years, and the earth, deep space, and sea are all filled with His breath and will.

Therefore, everything that is happening at the moment is extremely unreasonable.

"Whew! Whew! ”

Instead, the power he gathered suddenly poured into the body of the Source Demon, causing the Source Demon to rekindle.

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(End of chapter)