The seventh floor of the Demon Locking Tower.

Zhao Wujiang stood under the starry sky, the starlight was extinguished, but the demonic aura around him was ignited.

The demonic energy was burning, and a phantom appeared all over his body, which was no different from his body, but it took several rounds, up to ten feet high.

The phantom is transparent black and purple, repeating the same movements as his movements.

This is the magical and demonic magic that Zhao Wujiang has now learned with the help of the magical art of demons and the magical art of divine enlightenment.

Every time he swung his fist, he could feel the surging power. With this punch, he felt that he could hit a powerful god-transforming realm who ignited the divine fire and had no power to fight back.

But at the same time, the consumption is also quite large, not less than the full bloom of his soul power.

But this magical appearance of gods and demons has the greatest advantage of both offense and defense.

As long as his god, monster and magic are present, the enemy will not be able to get close to him within ten feet of his body.

"You can understand this magical power so quickly, and you are unexpectedly talented in this regard." The sound of chain dragging and vicissitudes and tender voices sounded again in the dark:

"It seems that the inherited magical powers of the God Demon Sect seem to be tailor-made for you.

The vast demonic energy, the powerful soul, and the rapid understanding of the Dharma image...

Unfortunately, if the God Demon Sect had appeared earlier as a person like you, the God Demon Sect, would not have fallen to this point, and they would have been planning to do so."

"Thank you for your guidance."

Zhao Wujiang clasped his fists. In the past two days, he had comprehended this magical power. Wherever there were doubts, all living beings in the dark knew that he could speak, which benefited him a lot and accelerated his understanding of this magical power.

"Calm your practice." The creature in the dark just replied faintly, and the sound of chains became farther and farther away.

The eighth floor of the Demon Locking Tower is like a paradise.

The towering green mountains, green plants, gurgling streams, colorful pebbles and small fish that are swimming leisurely, willows and peach blossoms on the shore...

It was just that the two thick chains hanging from the sky destroyed the paradise-like artistic conception.

The chains are covered with copper rust, hanging down from the sky and extending to the depths of the towering green mountains.

At this time, the chains swayed and the dragging sounded. A figure slowly dragged the chains and walked towards the stream to draw water from the stream.

The appearance of this figure is reflected in the water flow.

It looks a bit like a deer, with dense and slender white hair on its head, and its face is hard to see clearly. There are two beautiful horns as clear as white jade on the top of its head, wearing white jade scales and a slender tail.

This is a kirin.

But the size is like a young unicorn, as big as a small white dog in the mundane world.

Its neck was wrapped around two thick chains, as if it was imprisoning it.

The chain is so big that it contrasts sharply.

Like a dog who violated the rules of heaven.

After the Qilin absorbed the stream, it slowly walked into the mountains and forests. The thick chains did not hinder its actions.

The Qilin looked up at the sky, and its thick hair did not obscured its vision. What obscured its vision was the gray sky, the end of the chain extension.

That is the ninth floor of the Demon Locking Tower.

It is the place where the demon god sleeps.

The Qilin can't remember how many years have you seen the Demon God. It only remembers the gentle smile before the Demon God fell asleep. It only remembers the majestic figure of the Demon God standing tall and looking down on the world.

It forgot how many years it has passed.

The gods of the God Demon Sect died, and the demons died too.

The sect leader of the God Demon Sect changed one after another.

Until the last sect leader came to the eighth floor, no other sect leader came.

Only one child came.

Now, this child has become a middle-aged man who is about to die of energy, a giant, and a seven-game venerable.

And it seems that it has never grown up.

The chains cast by Xuantian Shen copper have been rusted, and it has not changed at all.

Lord God and Demon really fulfilled his original promise and gave it eternal life.

But it has also become its shackle.
Chapter completed!