In the dark, two figures slowly emerged, and the surging demonic energy rushed towards Zhang Yifeng and Qing Yurou, like a tsunami.
"What's the matter?"
Zhang Yifeng was not afraid at all and stood in front of Qing Yurou. The two demon saints in front of him were not Ji Linyang, who betrayed the human race's immortal saints, but completely demons.
The demon was covered with muscles, and the surface of the body was covered with scarlet magic patterns, complex but with some rules.
"The king is welcome."
One of them opened his mouth in a muffled voice, just opening his mouth to speak, but the wave of air was almost crushing the surrounding space.
King?
Zhang Yifeng was a little confused. Could these demon saints still have demons pressing on their heads?
Above the Demon Saint, there is only the Demon Emperor.
The class divisions of demons are quite clear, and no matter what, these demon saints cannot bow their heads to demons who are also in the holy realm.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yifeng and Qing Yurou showed some surprise in their hearts.
"lead the way."
Even so, Zhang Yifeng did not hesitate at all and directly chose to go and watch.
Now that I am in the devil's cave, I am afraid that any bit of my legs will be doomed.
On the side, many conjectures emerged in Qing Yurou's mind, but no matter which conjecture it was, the identity and origin of the devil saint who called the king was by the Demon Saint, were definitely not something that both of them could deal with.
In the Demon Palace, even the Demon Saint seemed to not attract much attention. He did not release the demonic energy that was enough to cause strange phenomena in the world. The two demons in front of him were like ordinary demons.
Along the way, Zhang Yifeng and Qing Yurou stopped in front of the so-called Emperor Elephant Residence.
The towering and sharp tower body is piled with stones that cannot be seen even clearly. The entire tower has no light. If the sky becomes a little darker, the tower will even be completely integrated with the darkness.
"This taboo power..."
Feeling the waves of demonic energy surging in it, although subtle, Zhang Yifeng could be sure that this was the power of taboo, and it was the pressure of the powerful emperor.
As Qing Yurou said, the idea of ​​accepting the Demon Emperor has been cultivated and accepted in this imperial elephant residence.
"You stay, you go in."
The Demon Saint stopped Qing Yurou, pointed at Zhang Yifeng, and signaled Zhang Yifeng to enter alone.
As Zhang Yifeng took a step forward, he had not yet approached the black tower, everything around him was galloping towards him.
It was exactly the same as before the Three Emperors Palace. When I stepped on this step, Zhang Yifeng's eyes were completely dark.
This is not nothingness, but darkness. The power of darkness swept over like a flood. The demonic energy wrapped around Zhang Yifeng and slid across every inch of Zhang Yifeng's body, as if he was confirming Zhang Yifeng's identity and origin.
Zhang Yifeng even felt that the devil energy that was so pure that it was solidified turned into arms, coiled and wrapped around his body.
At this time, Zhang Yifeng didn't even have the chance to resist. The power of taboo was staring at him in the darkness.
He could feel the malice that hit the depths of his heart, the unspeakable pure malice.
"I didn't expect that my demon clan could even appear as a clan member with supreme fortune. It's really a blessing from Chaos."
In the darkness, a childlike voice sounded, and all the darkness around him dissipated, replaced by the inner scene of the black tower.
Thirty-six demon patterns are engraved in the entire black tower. Each of these demon patterns resists the spying of the rules of heaven and earth, isolates the supreme will of the chaotic world, forming a self-made world, offering the Demon Emperor's thoughts.
Run.
In the middle of the black tower, the thirty-six demon patterns gathered together, and in the scarlet light ball, a child who looked seven or eight years old sat cross-legged.
The child was naked, with scarlet hair, his eyes were also scarlet, and his slightly tender face showed a sense of evil.
Compared to the rough skin of the demon, this child is more like a human race, sitting cross-legged in the light ball, receiving the nourishment of the thirty-six demon patterns.
"I've seen the King."
Zhang Yifeng bowed his hand, and the child grinned, revealing his sharp teeth: "Not bad, interesting!"
As he said that, a scarlet stream of light flashed through the ball of light, and before Zhang Yifeng could even react, it was imprinted on Zhang Yifeng's neck.
"Since I am a member of my demon clan, with such great luck, I naturally cannot treat you badly. I hold this emperor's mark and all the demon saints here are in your control."
Zhang Yifeng felt a stinging pain on his neck, and what followed was the pain that penetrated his soul. The whole soul seemed to be being pulled and torn apart. The solid demonic path rushed into Zhang Yifeng's body, following the crack of the soul, and instantly breathed.
In between, the soul was swallowed.
At this time, Zhang Yifeng felt countless extremely crazy emotions pouring into his mind, destroying his consciousness.
After a long time, Qingming in Zhang Yifeng's eyes completely faded away, replaced by hysterical violent bloodthirsty, like a real demon.
In the light ball, the child-like Demon Emperor grinned: "That's right."
As he said that, the child stretched out his hand and a violent demonic energy surged from the black tower, beating towards Zhang Yifeng like a wave, and in the blink of an eye it drowned Zhang Yifeng.
The next moment, the black tower retreated, and Zhang Yifeng's figure appeared before the black tower, holding his head in pain and wailing. The almost endless demonic energy filled every drop of Zhang Yifeng's blood, tampering with Zhang Yifeng's body.
After a long time, the black air disappeared in an instant. Zhang Yifeng stood up, and his skin became rough and dark, and the blood flowing in the arteries became pitch black and green, which was extremely strange.
The two demon saints also stared at Qing Yurou at this time, with a slight joking smile on their faces.
Qing Yurou, who was guarded by the two demon saints, was immediately panicked when she saw this, while Zhang Yifeng's body flashed, stretching out his now thick arms, his fingers turned into beast claws, and pinched Qing Yurou's
Neck.
In Qing Yurou's puzzled eyes, Zhang Yifeng held Qing Yurou's body tightly with his two giant hands. As the unparalleled strange force was circulating, a blood mist exploded in Zhang Yifeng's palm.
In front of him, the two demon saints restrained the mockery on their faces and respectfully knelt down to Zhang Yifeng and saluted: "See the Apostle."
"Um."
Zhang Yifeng stared at the Demon Saint in front of him coldly, and his aura became extremely cold.
"Sir Apostle, please, the king has arranged a residence for you. On the side of the demon cave, it can help you practice more."
"lead the way."
Chapter completed!