To master the Emperor's Fist, one needs sufficient qualified bloodline power.
This was beyond Fang Yu's expectation.
He needs a strong enough body... This can be said to be a condition tailor-made for him.
But the power of bloodline... Although Fang Yu did master a certain degree of power of ten thousand ways, it was just a mark after all, not a real bloodline!
According to Mo Qian, even their direct descendants of the Heavenly Demon Emperor are not qualified. Fang Yu doesn't even have substantial demon blood... I'm afraid he is even less qualified.
"The physical body is strong enough, but the bloodline is not qualified... This is a bit troublesome." Fang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly and thought to himself, "However, you have to give it a try to find out."
"Anyway, I'm going to decide on this Emperor's Fist."
"My lord, after arriving at the Immortal Realm of Divine Destiny, I hope... you can stay calm."
At this time, Mo Qian said again.
"After all, the Immortal Realm of Divine Destiny is a fairyland under the control of the gods, and it is very likely that members of the Supreme God Clan will be in charge... This place is very dangerous. If there is nothing we can do, I really don't want to come here."
The obvious meaning of Mo Qian's words was to tell Fang Yu not to take action in the Immortal Realm of Divine Destiny and just be a quiet bystander.
In other words, it means that the Fist of the Emperor must be handed over, and Fang Yu cannot change his mind!
"No problem, Lao Mo, I can understand you." Fang Yu patted Mo Qian's shoulder and smiled.
"Then thank you, sir." Mo Qian seemed to be relieved and showed a faint smile.
Behind them, Quan Zhan and Su Bai looked at their expressions and knew that they were communicating with each other.
His pale face was not pretty, he gritted his teeth and sent a message to Quan Zhan's divine consciousness next to him.
"Brother, is this guy still trying to persuade grandpa not to hand over the Fist of the Emperor?"
Quan Zhan looked gloomy and replied: "Since grandpa has brought the Fist of the Emperor to the Immortal Realm of Divine Life...it means that he has made up his mind. Moreover, after all, this Tang Yu has just returned to the demon clan. No matter what his identity is, grandpa will always
It's impossible to trust him completely..."
"But he did inherit the power of the ancestor, his aura..." He said with his beautiful white eyes twinkling.
"So what? The first ancestor, that was all many years ago, and now the first ancestor is no longer here... so what can he do as a successor? Can he change the future of our demon clan!?" Quan Zhan said coldly.
, "As long as he doesn't show enough strength to save the demons, then... it's impossible for grandpa to trust him!"
"Because, the only way for the demons to survive now is the bloodline transformation plan given by our father!"
"Only by eliminating the hatred imprinted in the blood can we avoid the fate of being destroyed by the gods!"
Quan Zhan's words were absolutely categorical.
Su Bai nodded, finally feeling a little more at ease.
At this time, the conversation between Fang Yu and Mo Qian also ended.
Mo Qian stopped talking.
Fang Yu also shifted his gaze and looked forward.
He didn't know what Mo Qian was thinking.
Anyway, he was already thinking about how to get the Emperor's Fist into his hands.
"Mo Qian wants to hand over the Emperor's fist, and the one who gets the glove can only be that force... At least that will be the case on the surface." Fang Yu thought to himself, "As for whether Mo Qingtian directs and acts by himself,
You don’t need to worry so much.”
"Anyway, once the Emperor's Fist is handed over from Mo Qian, it actually no longer belongs to the demon clan."
"If I take it back at this time, it will be mine, and it will be impeccable in name and in other aspects."
Thinking of this, Fang Yu smiled.
To be honest, if Mo Qian was not willing to exchange the Emperor's Fist for Mo Qingtian's life, he would be too easy to do it.
At least, getting the Fist of the Emperor legitimately... would be very troublesome.
But Mo Qian's decision gave him an excellent opportunity.
…
In the Divine Immortal Realm, the Long Day Realm, in a fairy forest.
Mo Qingtian's body was wrapped with several chains, and he was sitting in front of the roots of a towering tree with dense white leaves.
Beside him, two shadows stood, only their outlines could be faintly seen, but no faces.
"It seems that you have indeed convinced your father and convinced him... that you are the only hope for the demon clan."
A joking voice came out.
Mo Qingtian looked gloomy and replied: "I am the last hope of the demon clan."
"It's unimaginable that the emperor is willing to hand over his fist..." the voice said with emotion, "I am looking forward to the imperial weapon left by the demon emperor."
"Even if you get it, you can't use it." Mo Qingtian said coldly, "Not even a member of our demon clan is qualified to control it, let alone a foreign clan?"
"Then it's not something you need to consider." The voice sneered, "The value of an imperial weapon may not be realized only when it is used."
Mo Qingtian stopped talking, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he closed his eyes.
Handing over the family's treasure in this way was extremely frustrating for him.
In particular, the other party was merciless and repeatedly ridiculed his behavior in front of him, which made him unbearable.
But in order for the bloodline transformation plan to proceed, he has no other choice!
He needs this member of the God Clan in front of him to provide him with God Clan blood!
"Oh, it seems they are coming." The voice said again.
Mo Qingtian immediately raised his eyes and looked forward.
"Whizzing……"
A portal slowly opened in front of him.
Then, Mo Qian, Fang Yu and the brother and sister stepped out of it one after another and landed in front of Mo Qingtian.