Chapter 113: Perdition 2

Even if he is not a member of the demon clan, even if he is now after ten thousand years, Shen Shi still can't help but feel shocked after seeing the text of this inheritance. He could fully imagine the atmosphere of uproar and anger in the entire demon clan back then, and even though he was a human race, with his understanding of the demon clan's traditions, he also subconsciously felt that this demon emperor ten thousand years ago had really gone a little too far.

No matter what aspect it is, this Demon Clan Martial Emperor of the Heavenly Demon King Court has also gone too far, and judging from the records in these texts, Shen Shi even feels that he is more like a human race than the supreme emperor of the powerful demon clan.

It's just that future generations may also find it difficult to understand the state of mind of the ancients back then, maybe this powerful man has a strange and unknown soft heart, and has never been discovered and never opened to people, until he met the woman named Xiaoye, and then he was desperate.

Whether this approach is wrong or not, Shen Shi can't tell, but from the records behind this notebook, it is obvious that for this rumor, most of the people of the demon clan choose to believe it.

Because in the eyes of all the demon people, this demon emperor has begun to gradually lose his mind and slowly become crazy.

And that's what it seems.

Although the edict has not yet been officially promulgated to announce the world, but Emperor Wu's every move and everything he did should be for this purpose, he dismissed the old ministers and used traitors, and then did not go to the court, alienated everyone, and only had sex in Dongfeng Palace all day long, and at the same time eradicated dissidents, but there were honest and outspoken ministers who killed and even connected their relatives.

The harem is also gloomy, the concubines and others can't see the demon emperor, but there are those who are disrespectful to Concubine Ye on weekdays, but there are those who are detected by talking about it behind their backs, and they are all executed. Cheng and Xiang are estranged from each other, but they love Prince Ming all day long, often smiling and looking around, only among the sons, only the Prince Ming is the most His Majesty, only the Prince Ming is the most His Majesty, and he is extraordinary, intelligent and clever.

If this is the case, there is chaos inside and outside the court of the Heavenly Demon King, and the powerful demon clan seems to be a little unable to bear the toss of this emperor, and the people's resentment is boiling, and it is at this time that countless rumors are flying in the sky, and the contradictions are so sharp that they seem to be about to collapse and crack, and a formal will came out from Qinglong Mountain.

This is not the will of the prince of Liming as the crown prince that has been spread in countless rumors before, which has made countless demon clans worry and anxious to sleep and eat, in fact, this so-called will has always only existed in rumors, and has never really been issued, and what was really issued is another order that also caused an uproar.

"Prohibition of Killing Humans as Sacrifices".

This was the last straw.

The issuance of this decree quickly silenced the entire huge demon clan, and everyone saw something from this decree, even the people of the demon clan who once had the last glimmer of hope for Emperor Wu also cut off all hope at this time.

Everyone was watching coldly, the singing and dancing on Qinglong Mountain was leveled, Tianhong City was slaughtered, and the huge demon clan seemed to be cut into two parts in that stormy era, one side was countless demon clans, and the other was the emperor.

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It was winter.

Tianhong City is located on the coast of the Inland Sea, in the middle of the Hongmeng Continent, far away from the cold snowfields in the north, so the winter in this ancient imperial capital has not been too cold for many years.

But it was very cold and cold that winter.

It even fell for the first time in more than 100 years.

When the sparse blood flowers fell from the cloudy sky, the ancient imperial capital stood silently on the shore of the vast and turbulent inland sea. The cold wind blew from the north, and the cold was biting, as if it was about to freeze all the flesh and blood of living beings.

Then it was night.

Then the wind and snow intensified.

This wind and snow even covered the city that never sleeps, and all the lights were dim and extinguished, only the eternal and majestic Qinglong Mountain, in the Demon Emperor's Palace, was still brightly lit.

The shouts of killing sounded in the middle of the night, and the sword light in the firelight was like a strange light of snow, cutting through the flesh and making the scorching blood fly onto the cold land, and it was quickly frozen into ice. In the roar, countless masked soldiers suddenly appeared and surrounded the once sacred imperial palace, rushed in, killed people when they saw them, and then intentionally or unintentionally, all the violent soldiers rushed to Dongfeng Palace.

In the middle of the night that night, the sound of killing in Dongfeng Palace shook the sky, and the crazy flames soared into the sky, illuminating half of the heavenly dome, making the entire silent Tianhong City hold its breath.

That night, many, many people died.

That emperor is the last peerless powerhouse of the Demon Emperor's lineage for tens of thousands of years, the bloodline of the legendary Pangu Giant God, and his incomparably powerful power is undoubtedly revealed in him.

That night, in the night sky on Qinglong Mountain, the giant shadow flickered and the beasts howled, there were giant tigers, heavenly snakes, turtles, black wolves, and in the end, there was even a silver fox.

That fire burned until dawn.

The blood flowed like a river, the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, and countless people died in front of the Dongfeng Palace, smearing the palace with a layer of bloody and crazy color with flesh and blood.

Then everything fell silent.

The wind and snow were still blowing, pasting the world with a layer of white, covering the blood red of the past, the dead bodies were silently removed, and the majestic palace was completely pushed to the ground. In the firelight, no one in that palace came out.

The powerful Heavenly Demon King Court, the powerful Demon Emperor Supreme, has disappeared from this world since then.

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On the twenty-ninth day of December in the seventeenth year of the Demon Calendar, Emperor Wu fell ill and died in the Demon Emperor Palace.

On the same day, Dongfeng Palace caught fire, the palace was completely destroyed, and the prince Ye Feiming and sixty-seven servants and guards did not escape.

On December 30, the ministers pushed the second prince Cheng to the throne, admired the first emperor, carried forward the past and forged ahead into the future, sincerely respected the sky, and was the emperor Cheng. Worship the heavenly demon Red Tiger as the emperor, worship Xuanwu, the green snake, the greedy wolf, the silver fox as the superior, the general, and amnesty the world.

The "Prohibition of Killing Clans as Sacrifices" was abolished.

Sacrifice in the Xishan Great Temple, pray for the gods of heaven and earth, pray for the blessing of the ancestors, and wish the first emperor a great peace, kill 100,000 people, and sacrifice it as a sacrifice and blood sacrifice.

So the heavens and the earth were peaceful, and the wind and snow stopped.

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Under 10,000 years, white paper and black letters, words are like mountains.

This page of paper is so heavy that it seems that it can't be turned over, Shen Shi looked at this one sheet with some blankness, looked at the words one by one, and suddenly felt lost. I just feel that my heart seems to be empty, as if I have remembered something and as if I have been extremely disappointed in something.

He felt a little tightness in his chest.

It was as if that past had suddenly turned into a heavy stone, weighing heavily on him, making it impossible for him to breathe.

He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes and turned the page.

After a while, his mood calmed down a lot, and then he opened his eyes. But when his gaze fell on the scroll again, he was suddenly stunned.

The next page of the scroll, the last day of the year, was almost entirely blank on a piece of paper, except for the beginning, with a somewhat glaring writing of only three words:

"The ...... of the Ming Emperor"

Behind, there was only a bleak blank space, and there was nothing. No one knows what this temple priest found and what he was thinking when he wrote these three words?