Even if this Octagonal Nether Tribe somehow escaped from Faxiang Mountain where several saint-level powerhouses were stationed,
Even if he could awaken the memory of more than 20 million years ago before it became a puppet,
Even if his strength can now approach the terrifying Anlan King,
It is impossible for him to survive the 20 million years of inner demon tribulation that is simply called "non-existence".
Li Qingyun's eyes were a little dazed, and he just watched quietly as hundreds of miles of icebergs slowly dissipated, and large areas of ice and snow evaporated in the snow. The Octagonal Underworld once again crawled into the next iceberg in embarrassment, with red eyes, like a crazy wild beast.
dog.
Under this calamity of inner demons, even such a strong person doesn't even have a trace of dignity.
Finally, when the Octagonal Underworld got into the third iceberg, they suddenly looked up to the sky in despair and screamed strangely, and then, the terrifying aura quickly fell.
"It's over...?" Li Qingyun asked blankly.
It only took a quarter of an hour for the Octagonal Underworld Tribe to be stimulated by long-lasting memories and increase in strength, then to the calamity of inner demons, and now to death.
"Yes, it's over..." Hu Yanzhuo turned around and patted Li Qingyun on the shoulder, and said sadly: "You may not believe it, but when I went through the tribulation of a hundred thousand years of inner demons, it took me a full year.
, the torture lasted for a full year..."
Li Qingyun's heart trembled: "Will such inhuman torture last for a whole year?"
Hu Yanzhuo withdrew his gaze and looked towards the horizon: "It is said that Ling Xiao, the master of Qixing Mountain, spent fifty years in going through the million-year inner demon tribulation..."
"That is to say..." Li Qingyun took Hu Yanzhuo's words and murmured: "The 20 million years of inner demon tribulation experienced by the Octagonal Nether Clan will probably last for thousands of years..."
"And this Octagonal Nether Tribe, even with a strength close to that of King Anlan, only lasted... for a quarter of an hour?"
Hu Yanzhuo took out the wine gourd from his waist and poured out a sip of wine: "This is it..."
A quarter of an hour, and a thousand years.
The majesty of heaven and the monk's sense of despair in their path of defying heaven are no longer so real at this moment.
"Okay, let's go down and take a look. Although the inner demon tribulation is over, the Octagonal Underworld has not completely fallen, but its strength can no longer threaten us." Hu Yanzhuo was unwilling to continue this topic and waved his hand.
, took Li Qingyun and others, and rushed downwards.
Everyone passed through the water vapor rising due to the transpiration of ice and snow above, and flew towards the body of the Octagonal Underworld.
At this time, the aura of the Octagonal Underworld is still strong, but there is an aura of death covering the whole body, making it impossible to see a trace of life.
Li Qingyun and others stood directly tens of feet in front of the Octagonal Nether Clan. With Hu Yanzhuo's protection, this place was safe enough.
The Octagonal Underworld was lying on the ground, his eyes still staring blankly at the sky, as if there were still countless memories flashing through his eyes.
Li Qingyun said softly: "This... well, senior, I don't know how much time you have, but please wake up."
Hearing this, the Bajiao Ning clan rolled his eyes, raised his head, saw Li Qingyun, lowered his head again, looked at his body, with a wry smile on his face, and said: "It seems that this is not a dream..."
Li Qingyun and others immediately showed surprise in their eyes.
The words spoken by the Octagonal Nether Clan are in an extremely ancient language. If one had not already learned the "Sound Dao" that high-level monks in the cultivation world already know, there would be no way to understand the words of the Octagonal Nether clan.
Yes, this Nether Tribe has just gone through inhuman torture and can be understood as a mortal nightmare. Nightmares and coma at night can also create an illusion between illusion and reality.
At this time, it is understandable that this Octagonal Underworld Clan is not a dream.
"Yes, this is not a dream, your inner demon tribulation has failed." Li Qingyun said.
The Bajiao Nether Clan raised his head, looked at Li Qingyun, and suddenly sneered: "I know you."
Li Qingyun smiled and said: "Then you should naturally know the purpose of my coming to you."
The consciousness of the Octagonal Underworld has been restored, and it is normal for them to understand themselves.
"Of course I know." After saying this, the Octagonal Underworld groped around on his body and took out two bracelets.
"This is it!" Li Qingyun immediately recognized that the bracelet contained the breath of soul. These two soul powers belonged to Mei Su'er and Zheng Yuan!
It seems that these two bracelets are where the souls of Mei Su'er and Zheng Yuan were placed after they were cursed with evil spirits.
"What do you mean? Tell me." Li Qingyun naturally understood that the Octagonal Nether Clan would definitely not give these two bracelets to him in vain.
It is a good thing to say that someone is about to die, but Li Qingyun does not believe that such a situation exists among monks.
When he was in Seven Star City, he had witnessed with his own eyes the madness of Taoist Ji Ping who was facing a deadline and knew that he had only a few years to live.
When a mortal is about to die, he is already an old man with little power, but when a monk is about to die, he is still a terrifying being who can destroy the city at will. There is no comparison.
"I'm so incompetent." The Bajiao Nether Clan actually introduced himself.
"As you can see, Xianyu's surname is not the surname of the underworld, but the name of a great clan in the holy world. Although I belong to the underworld by blood, I am essentially a member of the holy world."
Li Qingyun nodded. Although he didn't know whether Xian Yu's surname was the underworld or the holy world, he could only listen at this time, because as long as the Octagonal Underworld Clan pinched it gently, the lives of Mei Su'er and Zheng Yuan disappeared.
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Moreover, Li Qingyun is also quite interested in this mysterious Octagonal Nether Clan.
"More than 20 million years have passed since the Ghost Sea Era. I don't know if the Xianyu family still exists..." Xianyu Gong said sadly: "I think back on the past, when I, Xianyu Gong, was also a hero in the world. I never thought that today, I would actually
So unbearable..."
Having said this, Xian Yugong turned around and looked at Li Qingyun: "Among all races, the body of the Nether Clan is not naturally powerful... but my body has already reached the realm of pure Yang."
"I know the physical cultivation method you want, right?" Xian Yugong asked directly.
"Yes." Li Qingyun did not deny it.
"Promise me a condition. I can pass on this physical skill to you, and I don't have to kill your two friends." Xian Yugong looked at Li Qingyun calmly.
Li Qingyun also looked at Xian Yugong calmly. From the beginning, he had expected this to happen.
"The request of a top king-conferring master before his death must be full of dangers, and I need safety guarantees." Li Qingyun said lightly, as if he didn't care about the life and death of this physical technique and his two friends.
Xian Yugong smiled and said: "Xian Yu's family was a palace-level force tens of millions of years ago. My request is that you absorb my body, which appears to be from the underworld, but has actually become the bloodline of the saint. As a result,
The purest bloodline heir is here to inherit all the resources of the Xianyu family..."