In the magnificent hall, Mo Yu sat cross-legged, the purple-robed ancestor of the Ten Thousand Demons and the silver-robed Orleans clone were on the left and right, and suddenly, the two clones opened their eyes, their figures moved, and they merged into his body at the same time.

Mo Yu's eyes slowly opened, and he exhaled lightly in his mouth, revealing a little relaxed. On the day when the clone first became a person, he encountered danger, and in the face of the three demigod super strong people, he had to force his hand, and finally killed all the strong enemies, but he also had some damage. Fortunately, the injury is not serious, and after a few months of recuperation, it has now completely recovered, and the two clones have really stabilized.

At this point, the crazy skyrocketing of his strength was truly completed.

The ontology of the human race, the perfection of the eight divine yangs, and the realm of the ninth divine yang, although it is difficult to achieve success in one fell swoop for some reasons, but its combat power is completely comparable to the immortal middle-level super powerhouse!

Once through the induction between the clones, with the help of the strength of the two clones, the combat power can also skyrocket wildly, and even be able to achieve nothing in the immortal realm! Of course, if the enemy's strength is too strong, you can also summon the clones to fuse with the main body, and then you can fight against the demigods, and even kill them! If the two clones gather together, you can retreat in the face of several demigods.

Devouring the origin of Orleando and the beginning of ten thousand demons is the greatest opportunity that Mo Yu has obtained since he has cultivated so far, with which he can leap through the dragon gate and truly step into the ranks of super powerhouses!

This is creation, but also danger.

Once the two clones are noticed that something is wrong, it will definitely set off a catastrophe, so if it is not necessary, Mo Yu will never let the two clones be exposed at will.

By the defeat of the three major demigods, it can be seen that those who dare to move around in the realm are the weakest in the demigod realm, and there is even no shortage of terrifying existences in the true god realm!

In this way, if you only rely on the strength of the human race ontology, even with the help of the strength of the two clones, there is no self-protection power in the position realm.

It seems that even if the two major clones have been successfully cultivated, the current dilemma still cannot be solved, and the only option is to stay here and cultivate, and wait for the cultivation to reach a certain level, and then consider how to return to the plane. However, this time is likely to be extremely long, as little as decades, or even hundreds of years.

And it is difficult to determine whether it will be able to go back smoothly...... It is even very likely that he will not be able to return until he breaks through the Divine Realm on his own and lights up the plane coordinates. But this time is bound to be even longer.

As soon as he thought of this, Mo Yu's brows couldn't help but furrow tightly, and complexity appeared in his eyes. Hundreds of years is enough to make all the vicissitudes of the world, even if you can return at that time, who else is there?

After a long time, he sighed in his heart before he suppressed his mood fluctuations.

But at this moment, Mo Yu's face changed suddenly, he suddenly got up and took the next step, and the figure had already appeared outside the hall, looking up at the void above his head, a thousand miles in size altar phantom suddenly appeared, and thousands of countless pious worship and summoning breaths came from it. And most importantly, in the phantom of this altar, Mo Yu felt a familiar atmosphere!

Swish!

A flash of inspiration flashed, Ruoxuan had come to her side, and her pretty face was full of surprise at the moment. Seeing Mo Yu's gaze sweeping, the woman took a deep breath and said, "It is the sacrificial altar of our underground demon clan, praying to the legendary demon world, and summoning the demon world messenger who can guide the demon race out of the predicament! If the time is right, the grand sacrifice ceremony once every three hundred years is now underway." ”

Mo Yu's eyes suddenly lit up, and he naturally thought of the two ways to return to the plane as Lu Tian said. Find the entrance to the plane like a needle in a haystack, or ...... A sufficiently powerful summoning power appeared in the plane to cross the endless space and open a path for him to return.

Devouring the origin of the beginning of ten thousand demons, now Mo Yu is the beginning of ten thousand demons, of course, he can feel the call from the underground demons.

Perhaps, this is the only way for him to return to the plane as soon as possible!

"Kill the sky!" Mo Yu said in his heart.

"At the moment, the summoning power is too weak to really open the passage, but this should be just the beginning, the master should wait patiently, and when the summoning power accumulates to the peak, maybe you can use this power to return to the plane directly!"

......

In the deep sky, the purple sun sprinkled endless rays, illuminating the entire land, but if you look closely, you will find that both the sky and the sun are transformed by the formation.

It was only because this formation was so huge, so big that it covered the entire ninth layer of the Demon Abyss, that the demon creatures living here would unconsciously forget that they were in the depths of the earth.

But no matter how it is transformed, falsehood is ultimately falsehood, and its essence will never change.

After the defeat of the ancient race, the demon clan was forcibly expelled into the underground, and since then it has been in a slump, and until now it has not been able to complete the revival of the race, and even the slightest hope has not been seen.

Countless demons have gradually pinned their hopes on the legendary place of origin of the demons, the Demon Realm, hoping to summon the messengers of the Demon Realm through sincere prayers and lead the clan to restore their ancient glory.

And this can also be detected through the ninth layer of the abyss, which is trying to imitate the scene of the demon realm.

But for countless years, all the large-scale summoning sacrifices have been fruitless, and the high-level demons have gradually begun to doubt the existence of the demon world, but in order to avoid breaking the spiritual sustenance of the entire race, the sacrificial ceremonies every three hundred years will still be held as scheduled, and even larger and larger.

No matter what thoughts he had in his heart, the Great Lord of the Demon Clan at each level of the abyss had to send enough people to the sacrificial altar on the ninth layer to participate in the grand ceremony to show that he valued this matter.

On the second floor of the altar, Sadora followed everyone to kneel, chanting an ancient prayer in her mouth, her eyes swept over the dense and endless demons under the altar, but she couldn't help but flash a little mockery.

If prayer really worked, a messenger from the Demon Realm had already arrived, and it was extremely stupid to pin the hope of revitalizing the race here.

But before he arrived, his father solemnly warned him that no accident could occur in the sacrifice ceremony no matter what, and Sadora understood what his father meant, once he was found to be blasphemous to the sacrifice, the angry demon clan was enough to tear him apart completely, even his father, who was the great lord, could not shelter him. Therefore, even if he doesn't think so, on the surface, he is absolutely respectful.

Thinking of the envious and jealous gazes of his siblings when he came, Sadora's heart was filled with joy, and being able to come to the sacrificial ceremony on behalf of his father represented the establishment of his heir's enemy. Not surprisingly, when his father enters the Royal House of Elders, he will be able to become the new Great Lord and rule over hundreds of millions of people!

Sadora's mind wandered and thought about the beautiful future, but at this moment, the space on the altar suddenly distorted slightly to form a huge vortex, and the powerful oppression from the bloodline level suddenly descended, making his heart tremble and involuntarily bury his head deeply, his whole body prostrate on the altar, and his mind was blank.

The whole space, at this moment, fell into a complete dead silence!

On the third floor of the altar, thirteen demon priests wearing gorgeous robes and extremely old opened their eyes at the same time, their cloudy eyes revealing endless excitement, and they quickly burst into tears with their hands to the sky.

"The great origin of the demon race, the noble ancestor of all things, the supreme spirit of the demon realm! You have finally heard the prayer of the lowly, small, and confused descendants of the bloodline, asking you to descend to the messenger and show us the way forward!"

After endless years, the Abyss Demon Clan finally got a response from the Demon Realm in the sacrifice, and the oppression at the bloodline level made them feel like they were facing the ancestors, which would never go wrong!

One of the priests turned around and looked at the countless demons who were kneeling under the majestic altar, and roared: "Clansmen, your efforts and my efforts have not been in vain, offer your most sincere prayers to welcome the messenger from the Demon Realm! He will lead the demons who have been forgotten in the ground to return to the earth and regain all the glory that has been lost!"

The rolling sound echoed in the air, completely igniting the heat in the hearts of all demons!

"Messenger from the Great Demon Realm, please come!"

"Messenger from the Great Demon Realm, please come!"

"Messenger from the Great Demon Realm, please come!"

......

An excited roar came from the mouths of countless demons, and gradually became the only sound, each syllable contained earth-shattering power, and a huge sound seemed to open the sky!

Feeling the oppressive aura from the whirlpool, Salado's heart pounded, and until this moment he still felt incredulous, for their sacrificial prayers, the Demon Realm ...... I really responded!

Soon, however, Salado was infected by the fanaticism of his people, and gradually his followers roared, and there were no more distractions in his heart, only sincere awe and prayer.

On the altar, the volume of the vortex is getting bigger and bigger, and the oppressive aura it exudes is also getting stronger and stronger!

Suddenly, a touch of black appeared in the center of the whirlpool, and then quickly collapsed, forming a passage, and two figures, a man and a woman, stepped out, unable to see their appearance clearly because of the distorted space around the whirlpool, but the blood suppression that came from them made all the demons feel ecstasy!

The messenger of the demon world has arrived!

On the third floor of the altar, thirteen old demon priests trembled and knelt down, "Welcome to the arrival of the envoy!"

"Welcome to the arrival of the messenger!"

The demon nobles on the second and first floors of the altar roared in their mouths.

"Welcome to the arrival of the messenger!"

Under the altar, millions of demons roared at the same time!

Seen from above, with the huge altar as the center, the number of demons who fell to their knees under the black pressure was endless, and there was no end in sight at a glance, and the psychological shock and impact brought by it were unimaginable.

But at this moment, Mo Yu didn't have much turmoil in his heart, feeling the familiar breath, he finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Here, he still has a lot of things that he hasn't been able to accomplish, and now being able to come back is naturally the best result.

As for being in the Demon Race...... With his current strength, if he wants to leave, who can stop him?