After Jin Wansan and Mu Ba both exited the pavilion, Wuchen closed the door and turned around with a serious expression.

The ascension of the Demon Beast is unheard of, so this Wuchen's heart is also worried, although there is a promise from the Black King first, but after all, it has not reached the moment of zuihou, no one can say.

"How sure are you? Don't frame me. Wuchen opened his mouth with a serious expression, and as he spoke, he flipped the beast control lock given by the wooden pull in his hand.

However, at this time, the black king smiled slightly and did not answer. After walking to the door in three or two steps, through the gap in the door, to make sure that the attic was heavily guarded and no one stepped forward to disturb him, he waved his big hand, and the black mangs were released, attached to the four walls of the room, and added a layer of protection again.

Wuchen's heart suddenly tightened when he saw this scene, and he knew that the Black King was going to do it.

Sure enough, just as Wuchen had just had this thought, the Black King's figure flashed to the middle of the room. The aura on his body fluctuated suddenly and violently, and he raised his hand towards the void a little, and the rolling black light shot out from his fingertips, and with the shaking of the black king's fingers, the black light formed a line from the dots, and then paved into a long scroll.

On the pitch-black surface of the ink, at a certain moment, a flash of brilliance appeared, and the complex golden lines intertwined a domineering and abnormal Warcraft atlas, the atlas was not large, but lifelike, the hair was clear and visible, and there was no wind automatically. A rough count, there are thousands of them, densely packed, like a Warcraft army.

Moreover, not only is the appearance lifelike, but even the breath is really forced, and the thick beast power and domineering aura emerge, and he is so shocked that Wuchen's mouth is wide open, and his scalp is numb.

"What is this?!" Wuchen lost his voice in shock and stepped back nervously.

However, seeing Wuchen's nervous color, the black king was hahadaxiao twice, and said proudly: "The ancients and demons lived together, and there were tens of thousands of kings, and the demon clan monopolized eight thousand!

When the Black King said this, he trembled with excitement, as if he were telling an epic, and his excitement could not be concealed.

As everyone knows, at this time, Wuchen is even more excited than the Black King. The two clans of demons are called kings by tens of thousands, and the demon king is eight thousand, what a scene, no wonder the demon clan can still reproduce with the human race under the shroud of a great reduction in luck, and it is completely a strong foundation!

"Dayan Demon King Sutra" Wuchen muttered and repeated, and he felt that he was extraordinary, which shows what a spectacular scene it was in ancient times, when the demon clan was at its peak!

However, after such a sigh, Wuchen was suddenly stunned. Because according to what the Black King said, this is just a scroll that records the major demon kings of ancient times, or it can be called a genealogy, but what does it have to do with the ascension of the demonic beast?

Then, he took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, and withdrew his gaze from the Great Yan Demon King Sutra and placed it on the body of the Black King: "A volume of genealogy can ascend to the spirit?"

Who knew that as soon as Wuchen's words fell, the Black King stomped his feet as if he had been touched by the scales, and shouted: "What is the genealogy, it is called the Great Yan Demon King Sutra!"

"It's called the Great Yan Demon King Sutra, but what's the use?" Wuchen asked with a grin.

"You kid, don't be in the blessing and don't know the blessing, I think this Dayan Demon King Sutra was placed thousands of years ago, but the demon kings of all walks of life are trying to grab it, there is no mystery, they will fight for this?!"

"Go on. Seeing the indignant look of the Black King, Wuchen also faintly felt that the thing in front of him was not just a genealogy of the ancestors of the Demon King, maybe there was really some great magic hidden in it.

Seeing Wuchen's solemn expression at this time, the Black King calmed down Fang Cai's impatience, and instead held his head high and said: "The people of the demon clan, cultivating for a hundred years, is for the Void Realm, cultivating for a thousand years is for the Small Yan Realm, cultivating for ten thousand years, and can be called the Great Yan Demon King!

The breath of Dayan, the aura is like the sky, and if you dip it, you will be blessed, and those who have great luck will wash the bone marrow, change the muscles and bones, and enter the gods in one step!"

"What is a divine gift?"

"It's what you call the Warcraft qualification, another advancement after the spirit level, called the god level!"

hiss

Listening to the Black King's explanation, Wuchen suddenly felt lonely before, and never expected that the demon clan would have such secrets. A single trace of breath can make the descendants of the demon clan wash their bones and marrow, and step on the divine resources in one step. In this way, if you find more breath of the Great Yan Demon King, wouldn't the demon clan want to change their lives against the sky and dominate the Beast Demon Continent?

Feeling what Wuchen was thinking, the Black King Shicai chuckled twice, and there seemed to be some helplessness and self-deprecation in his tone. Then he said: "It is said that it can compete with the sky, but even if it is the Great Yan Demon King, it is difficult to defeat the rules of heaven and earth, and it is difficult to escape death.

When he said this, the Black King's tone sounded helpless, but in fact, his eyes were fierce, and he seemed to have endless unwillingness. But this unwillingness, fleeting, was covered up by the black king very haode. Immediately afterwards, when Yu Wuchen was stunned, he waved his hand and said: "Summoning that kid's demonic beast, and let me try this 10,000-year fragment, but there is still a trace of power from the beginning." ”

"The fragment of the gradual loss of aura" Wuchen grinned and said in his heart, the feeling that the Black King said so much, the Great Yan Demon King Sutra on hand was just a fragment, but Wuchen still did as the Black King said, and injected a trace of Yuan Force into the wooden beast control lock, feeling a strange demonic beast breath, and gently hooked.

A lightning figure flashed out, exuding the powerful aura of a fifth-order demonic beast, although it was powerful, it didn't have much spirituality, it could be seen that it was at most a demonic beast with a Xuan-level qualification, and it didn't have spirituality. After it landed, the dustless party saw its appearance clearly, its body was not large like a mouse, and the slightest electric current surrounded its body, like a lightning mink.

"The fifth-order lightning marten, hehe, think about how majestic it was at that time, if it was still there, how could it make its own race a human race sealing beast?"

And, feeling the gaze of the living, the lightning marten that had just appeared, still wild, seemed to attack. But as soon as he raised his head, he was stunned by the black king's gaze, and his hair stood up and he crawled on the ground.

With a slight smile, the Black King's fingers moved, crossed the volume of the Great Yan Demon King Sutra in mid-air, and stopped in one place, the body of the domineering mink-shaped demonic beast with wings and bloody eyes like lanterns must be the Great Yan Tianmink in the mouth of the Black King.

With his fingers lightly, the black mang probed into it, and when he withdrew it again, Wuchen, who was on the side, clearly felt that there was some unfamiliar aura in this black mang, and the aura was still there.

Suddenly, Wuchen's heart was overjoyed. "There is hope!"