Chapter 4227

Zi Chen looked at the middle-aged man, not knowing what to say.

The middle-aged man looked at Zi Chen and sighed, then smiled. "Although I don't know what happened back then, I'm still very happy to see you here again."

"It seems that no matter what era you are in, no matter what you become, your unwillingness to be left out has never changed.

If I'm not mistaken, this should be the Demon Realm. How did a Spirit like you end up here?

And how did you get along so well with the Demon Race? "

Although he was no longer an important person, he could still see Zi Chen's true identity.

Zi Chen originally had questions to ask him, but he didn't expect him to ask first.

Zi Chen truthfully told him what had happened and what he had seen along the way.

The middle-aged man said, "The Spirit Race's current situation has a lot to do with us.

Back then, when we killed our way into this place, everything went smoothly, and the Demon Race was forced to flee. Who would have thought that in the final battle, a powerful Demon Race expert would suddenly appear, leading a large group of Saint Sovereigns to attack us unprepared.

That Demon Race expert called himself the Demon God. In his words, he had already set up a big game of chess, and was just waiting for us chess pieces to come in. "

As the middle-aged man spoke, the light on his body began to fade. He shook his head and smiled. "It seems that I can't reveal too much, or else I'll suffer a backlash from the Laws.

In my current state, I can't resist the backlash from the Laws. "

"You were able to make it all the way here, which is not bad. You even obtained the Demon God's Eye. I'm sure no one in the Demon Race would dare to believe this, not even that arrogant guy from back then."

The middle-aged man smiled. "I'm actually looking forward to what you'll get next. If you can really take away that thing that guy left behind, then it'll be fun.

Unfortunately, I won't be able to see it, so I can only place my hopes on you. "

"Time is limited, so I used the last of my spirit energy to leave behind a technique. When you see it, don't look down on it. Once you learn it, it won't be any weaker than your Lightning Manipulation Art."

After he finished speaking, the middle-aged man pointed his finger at Zi Chen's glabella. Countless Holy Light Diagrams bloomed, turning into a light spot between Zi Chen's eyebrows and entering Zi Chen's consciousness sea.

"Sword of Lightning."

This was the technique left behind by the senior. Just these three words sounded a little shabby, and it was much worse than the Lightning Controlling Technique. But since the senior had specially instructed, Zi Chen took it to heart and decided to cultivate it when he had time.

By the time he reacted and was about to express his gratitude, the senior's body had already dissipated.

He had disappeared. He had disappeared from the world forever. There was no possibility of him coming back to life. Before he disappeared, he had left behind a spell, but not a name.

The group of demons looked at Zi Chen in shock. Just a moment ago, they were very worried about Zi Chen. Fortunately, his spell was somewhat special, and he was able to change his power in time, so he didn't die on the spot.

The countless rays of light that were gathering at the center of his brows shocked many people. Could this be the inheritance left behind by the Spirit Clan's Saint?

At this moment, the demonic light around his body started to circulate again, and a strong repulsive force appeared.

Zi Chen's body flew backward and he coughed up blood when he landed.

At the front, the skeleton that could block a half-step Holy Venerate turned into dust and disappeared.

The crowd was in an uproar again. Many demon experts smiled. As for the eight-star Zi Chen, no one paid any attention to him.

After all, Zi Chen's cultivation level was too low. If he hadn't coincidentally grasped such a useless spell, he wouldn't have been qualified to receive the attention of so many experts.

This was also what Zi Chen wanted to achieve. He wanted everyone to think that he was just lucky, and that the blood he coughed up midway was not in vain.

Without the skeleton blocking the way, everyone walked toward the Demon God Palace in front of them.

Zi Chen was still at the back. He didn't fight with the others. When the senior disappeared, he revealed that there was something left behind by the Demon God, but he didn't say what it was exactly.

No one paid any attention to Zi Chen because it was very obvious that he had been forcefully pushed back in the end. He was destined to not be able to obtain the inheritance of the Spirit Clan's Saint. Even if he could obtain it, it would be useless to the demons.

Furthermore, no one treated him as a threat, because he was only an eight-star expert.

After entering the Demon God Palace, no danger appeared. Everyone seemed to be taking a stroll, or perhaps they were here to look around. They walked into the Demon God Palace.

Zi Chen was the last to enter. After he walked in, the door behind him closed on its own.

Zi Chen's expression changed slightly. He looked around vigilantly, but nothing abnormal appeared. Furthermore, Zi Chen discovered that the others were the same as him. They were at a loss of what to do.

In the outside world, the groups that were still trying to advance were pushed back by a powerful force after the Lightning Divine Palace closed.

After they returned to their original positions, the demon creatures that were originally in charge of testing them all disappeared.

At the same time, a light screen appeared in the sky, as if it had divided the world into two, blocking everyone on one side.

The resources of the Demon God no longer had anything to do with the people present.

Many people were disappointed and sighed because this was probably the only chance they would have in their lives.

Liu Zhen did not care. His harvest this time was not small. After returning, even if he could not become a half-step Saint Venerable, his strength would at least improve. He might even be able to become a Royal.

Right now, the only thing he was looking forward to was Zi Chen. As long as Zi Chen could destroy their plan, it would be a great merit.

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When the door of the palace closed and everyone was on high alert, a huge picture scroll appeared above their heads. The picture scroll showed a messy battlefield.

On this battlefield, there were people fighting.

Or rather, it was the Spirit Clan and the Demon Clan fighting.

The Spirit Clan were all invaders. Their fighting strength was extremely powerful. Looking at the battlefield, everyone was probably a Saint Venerable.

With so many Saint Venerables gathered together, the picture was extremely shocking.

However, the battle shown in the picture was not very optimistic. Demon experts were killed one after another. The battle was practically one-sided.

"How despicable. Our Demon Clan is fighting openly. However, those Spirit Clan members are actually helping and colluding with each other," a Demon Clan member said disdainfully.

A demon who couldn't stand the sight of the battle said with dissatisfaction.

A few people at the side nodded in agreement, cursing the shamelessness of the Spirit Clan.

Zi Chen could clearly see that the Spirit Clan member that the Demon Clan member spoke of killed two Demon Clan Holy Venerables by himself. After that Spirit Clan member was injured, a Spirit Clan member came to treat him.

As far as Zi Chen knew, the combat prowess of the Demon Clan was higher than that of the Spirit Clan. This was not just the case in the Demonic World but also in the Holy Spirit Realm.

However, based on the current picture, it would not be difficult for these Spirit Clan members to kill two Demon Clan members of the same cultivation level each.

The scene continued. The Devil Race suffered heavy casualties. This made many people unable to bear it. After all, the Spirit Race had always been the lowest level existence in their eyes. However, in this scene, the lowest level Spirit Race was actually beating their Saint Venerables to the point that they didn't have any temper. Saint Venerables were killed one after another.

Furthermore, this picture seemed to be real. Occasionally, one could hear the arrogant laughter of the Spirit Clan members, as well as their curses.

"Little Demon Clan members, die!"

"Do you think that you will not die if you hide in your nest?

You dare to invade our Spirit Clan with your puny cultivation? "

"Die!

Weak little Demon Clan member, your bare body is so handsome that it is ugly. "

When the Demon Clan members heard these voices, they started cursing. Some people even shouted, "If you have the ability to show up now, I will definitely make you die without a complete corpse."

The clamoring crowd seemed to have forgotten that they had been blocked by that skeleton that had died countless years ago.

If they could not even defeat a skeleton, how could they be a match for these living existences?

Many angry Demon Clan members started cursing the owner of this picture. Did he bring out this picture to let them know how their ancestors had been humiliated in front of the Spirit Clan and how weak they were?

Suddenly, a cold voice rang out. "Spirit Clan, since you have voluntarily walked into my trap, then don't leave."

The moment this voice appeared, the temperature in the hall seemed to drop by a lot.

The Demon Clan members who had been cursing earlier all shut their mouths and kept quiet out of fear.

It was clearly the voice of the picture, but it affected all the Holy Spirits.

The expressions of those who had received the inheritance of the Demon God changed, including Zi Chen.

Because that was the voice of the Demon God. He had already heard it once before.

There was no trace of the Demon God in the picture, but many Demon Clan Holy Venerables appeared. After they appeared, they charged towards the Spirit Clan members.

Their combat strength might not be strong, but they had the advantage in numbers. They began to work together, ganging up on one Spirit Clan member.

At this moment, the Spirit Clan members were suppressed by the many Demon Clan members. No Demon Clan member said that these people did not have the spirit to fight one-on-one.

Unsurprisingly, the Spirit Clan members died one after another.

At this moment, the Demon God's voice rang out again. "Not only will I kill all of you here, but I will also use the formation here to refine your corpses. They will become nourishment for my Demon Clan descendants."

"F * ck your mother's ass!

Even if I disappear from this world, I will not let you Demon Clan members get away with it. "

A huge Spirit Clan beast spoke in a human voice. He laughed loudly. "I've killed too many of your Holy Venerables. My death is worth it."

Faced with the siege, this Spirit Clan beast was no match for them. He died on the spot.

But his corpse still towered between the heavens and the earth, not collapsing.

Even in death, he still stood tall.

Whoosh!

A bolt of lightning Sword Qi shot into the sky, as if it wanted to split the picture in two.

Below the picture, a high-spirited middle-aged man stood up, sword in hand.

He was the senior Zi Chen had met before. He was also the leader of the Spirit Clan this time.

He stood in the sky and said indifferently, "Use whatever means you have. If you want us Holy Venerables to help you Demon Clan, I, Lei Yutian, will be the first to disagree."

A bolt of lightning Sword Qi shot into the sky, and the picture began to shake.