Qilin is waiting.

When the demon god wakes up, he will once again take it to conquer all directions and kill all enemies in the world.

But it will not wait any longer. It will step out of the Demon Locking Tower and find a way to revive the Demon God in the outside world.

Qilin lowered its head and slowly leaned down, lying on the ground. It looked peaceful, as if it had heard the voice in its memory.

The familiar ancient xun was blowing slowly.

On the ninth floor, the world is vast.

It's not fog, it's a vast expanse of white with no end or boundaries.

Two bronze-green chains extend continuously, and at the end of the chains is a coffin.

The coffin is a wooden coffin with a grayish khaki color.

There are seals carved on the coffin with flowers, birds, insects and fish, as well as pictures of ancestors worshiping heaven and offering sacrifices.

There was a bronze lamp placed on the coffin lid. The light was weak and the lamp oil was about to overflow.

But no matter how the lamp burns, the wick is still as long and there is still so much oil, and it seems that it will never burn out.

Next to the bronze lamp, there is an ancient xun.

Xun is made of clay and is shaped like an egg with dozens of small holes on it.

This ancient xun has dozens of small holes and is full of cracks.

Inside the coffin, a man lay quietly.

Wearing a wide black robe, with a hint of red in the black, he folded his hands on his abdomen.

The man has black hair like a waterfall, with silver and purple mixed in the black hair, giving him an evil aura.

His face was handsome, but extremely pale. Between his eyebrows, there was a vertical purple mark no more than an inch long, which seemed to be the man's third eye.

The man just lay there quietly without any movement of breath.

Ordinary, unremarkable.

There are too few people who knew him, and almost all of them were buried in the catastrophe and years.

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Nearly ten days have passed since the disciples of the Divine Demon Sect stepped into the Divine Demon Sect.

Except for the disciples on the first five floors who walked out of the Demon Locking Tower, no disciples on the sixth floor and onward stepped out of the Demon Locking Tower.

Because Wu Dahai has blocked it and is looking for the murderer who murdered his parents and children.

On the tenth day, a group of uninvited guests were welcomed outside the Divine Demon Sect.

The uninvited guests come from all over the world, including the gentlemen of the Zhengqi Sect from the distant Middle Earth, the demon clan from the Lingxi Continent, the Poison Sect from the Huayun Continent, and the Tianhe Sect and Yunlei Pavilion from the Nanhe Continent...

Wu Dahai has been waiting for a long time.

He stood calmly in the sky above the left hand of the statue of the Divine Demon Sect, holding his hands behind his back, with a rope around his wrist, and golden light flowing continuously.

The hand rope is the magic whip, one of the two most precious treasures of the Divine Demon Sect, which can directly strike the soul.

The other treasure is the Demon Locking Tower in the demon statue behind him.

"Uncle Wu." A young girl with fluttering white clothes, cool temperament, and beautiful appearance saluted Wu Dahai.

The girl is the daughter of the master of Yunlei Pavilion, named Xia Xiyue, and is Wu Jiang's fiancée.

"Brother Wu." The master of Yunlei Pavilion also bowed his hands in greeting.

Wu Dahai nodded with a gentle expression and deep eyes.

"Brother Wu."

"Elder Wu."

"Elders."

"..."

Visitors kept paying homage to Wu Dahai and the four venerables beside him.

No matter whether you want to get the treasure of the God-Demon Sect or not, at least you can't be vicious when you arrive.

You know, Wu Dahai is about to run out of gas, not dead.

"You have come all the way to be guests of the Divine Demon Sect?"

Even though Wu Dahai's hair is gray and his face is weak, he still has a powerful and oppressive aura:

"If you are a guest, Wu and the entire Divine Demon Sect welcome you."

His gentle expression gradually faded away, and his brows were as cold as frost:

"But if you are coveting the Divine Demon Sect and looking for trouble, Wu advises you to go back, so as not to damage your harmony later."

Xia Changdong, the master of Yunlei Pavilion, sighed slightly and asked:

"Brother Wu, Changdong doesn't mean any harm. I just want to ask Brother Wu whether your injury can be cured?"

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