It was him a thousand years ago, but it was him a thousand years later. However, the Demon Lord finally failed to escape the laws of history and fell into a rebellion.

Of course, according to the laws of history, the initiator of this rebellion must have come from his most trusted subordinates.

As the right-hand man of the Demon Lord, the two great figures, the military advisor, Black Robe and Demon Commander, have fought for power for countless years, and have been incompatible with water and fire, and have a deep hatred. They are all because of the Demon Lord's supreme prestige, and can barely maintain peace. And isn't this situation the Demon Lord most willing to see or even deliberately indulge?

Who would have thought that they would join forces to send the most secret blow to the Demon Lord?

The Demon Lord, who has returned from Hanshan, has not recovered from his serious injury. He has suffered such a tragic betrayal and fell into an endless abyss. The throne finally fell on his youngest son. At first, both the nobles in Xue Lao City and the human race in the south thought that this young Demon Lord was a puppet introduced by the Black Robe and the Demon Master. Until the Historical God General was lured and killed by the young Demon Lord with extremely sinister means, the entire continent finally understood that he was the real master of this rebellion!

For the sake of the throne, brothers kill each other or father and son, it is not uncommon for both demons and humans. In short, the Demon Lord, who failed to truly defeat both Zhou Dufu and Emperor Taizong to the Saint of Tianhai and Yin Shang, finally fell into the stinking ditch of history and was defeated by his own son.

But he has died in the endless abyss? Why did he appear in this snowy ridge at this time?

Looking at the figure of the middle-aged scholar by the lake, Anhua and the general looked pale and their breathing became difficult.

This is the biggest puzzle that everyone present wants to know the answer.

Nanke stood in front of Chen Changsheng and did not speak.

She knew best how painful the price she had paid for crawling out of that endless abyss. Even if it was her, she would not want to recall it again.

The Demon Lord naturally wouldn't explain, and said to Chen Changsheng: "I'm just dying, but I'm not dead yet. I don't want to die, so I'll come to you."

Chen Changsheng asked: "What are you looking for me?"

The Demon Lord said expressionlessly: "I'll ask for your help."

"Do you want cinnabar pill?" Zhizhi suddenly asked.

Her voice was filled with temptation, which was also hopeful.

"Not enough, there is too little blood in the cinnabar dan."

The Demon Lord's answer broke her last hope.

Hearing this sentence, Haidi, Anhua and the general were stunned.

Is there blood in the cinnabar pill? Whose blood? If Master Tang Shiqi heard this, he would immediately understand that the crystal red glass silk in the cinnabar pill was not blood coral, it was not the blood of the little black dragon, but Chen Changsheng's blood!

After a moment, Anhua and the general looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes, because they also thought of it.

In the past few years, the stories between the Daozun Shangzhou, His Majesty the Emperor and His Majesty the Pope have long been passed down to the world.

After the guidance and publicity of the state religion, everyone knows that His Majesty the Pope is a natural holy body, and his true blood contains countless holy lights.

It turns out that His Majesty the Pope actually used his blood as medicinal materials. No wonder cinnabar elixir can produce white bones and cure people to death!

No wonder the number of cinnabar pills is limited, and only one small bottle can be refined per month.

No wonder His Majesty the Pope did not pass this prescription on all the fields.

There is no way to imitate this pill. Apart from His Majesty the Pope, who can provide this medicinal material?

Looking ahead, An Hua felt that Chen Changsheng's figure became taller, bathed in the stars, extremely sacred.

What kind of benevolence is this and what kind of sentiment is this?

Thinking that when he was in Songshan Military Mansion, he had a lot of dissatisfaction with the owner of the cinnabar pill, and even if he was a little disappointed before, An Hua felt very ashamed.

Chen Changsheng said to the Demon Lord: "If I knew you were still alive, I would have been more careful, because there is my blood in the cinnabar pill, which can't be hidden from you."

Back then, the Demon Lord took great risks and went to Hanshan thousands of miles to eat him.

After the Tianshuling Incident, the Pope told him that the only one in the world who dares to develop greed for his true blood is the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord has a strong desire and has the means or courage to solve the poison that may be hidden in his true blood.

Zhizhi looked at Chen Changsheng, very worried and a little angry. In her opinion, if it weren't for the purpose of refining the pill, Chen Changsheng's true blood had been lost too much in the past year, which seriously affected his practice. Haidi might not be able to keep them, so naturally he wouldn't have to face such a terrifying situation at this time.

The Demon Lord said calmly: "Since I am still alive and I have found you, or this is probably your destiny."

Chen Changsheng looked into his eyes and said, "You should be very clear that I was a poisonous fruit when I was born."

The corners of the Demon Lord raised his lips slightly, revealing a charming smile, the mountains and rivers on his face suddenly became brighter, and his voice became particularly soft and nice: "I am a man, and after all, I have more courage than Xiao Tianhai, and I have more ages than her, seen more worlds, or can solve these problems."

Chen Changsheng vaguely understood what he meant and said, "But you are not sure."

The Demon Lord said: "Even if I'm not sure, now it seems that you should be sure."

Chen Changsheng looked at the tiny twig falling in front of him and remained silent.

The Demon Lord looked at his eyes and said, "The Cinnabar Pill did not poison those powerful humans, which means you have found a way to remove the toxins from your true blood."

Chen Changsheng thought silently, where is there any poison? It's just a conflict between different sacred rules.

Zhizhi couldn't help but speak, "Do you want Chen Changsheng to take the initiative to remove the poison and give yourself to you?"

"Why can't it? When I eat you, my old injuries will be healed, and I will naturally return to Xue Laocheng to regain the throne. Although I am confident that I will win the final victory, I can't see through the two guys with problems with black robe and Da Ya. That stranger is even a very good madman, so it will take a long time and will definitely fall into a tough battle. It is very likely that within hundreds of years, my gods will not be able to go south. This is not the greatest benefit to your human race?"

The Demon Lord looked at Chen Changsheng and said calmly: "The Taoist sect has always been a polite person to govern the world. You regard the Pope as the noble of the Pope and use blood as a pill. In order to save all living beings of course, why not turn into an alchemy and let me take it, and you can save all living beings. And you can save more. If you die, you will be able to change the peace in the world for hundreds of years, why not do it?"

It was obviously an incredible proposal, but he slowly said it, but it seemed to make some sense.
Chapter completed!