Chapter 22 Do you think I still have a chance?

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For King Changling, this secret room is the most important place and must not be missed.

In order to prevent others from breaking in, starting from the iron gate with a turntable, a mechanism formation is set up at every step.

If you make a wrong move, violent attacks will follow. At the same time, the ground of the palace will tremble a few times, allowing nearby experts to sense it immediately and come to support as quickly as possible.

The most critical arrangement is the circle of formation flags in the secret room, called the "Gangfeng Evil Formation", which is at the level of the fifth level and is specially designed for the kings of the five realms. It also uses a Demon King Demon Pill as the formation eye. , the total value is not much worse than a Changling City.

Once the strong wind blows, it will peel off skin and flesh, corrode bones and muscles, and swallow up all demonic energy, blood energy and spiritual energy. No flesh-and-blood creature that has reached the Sixth Realm can withstand such power.

Therefore, when King Changling saw that Zhu An ignored the Gangfeng Evil Formation, he was completely sure of this gentleman's realm.

Imperial realm! At least he is also a quasi-emperor!

Although he had vaguely guessed it as soon as they met, when he confirmed it with his own eyes, he was still shocked beyond measure.

The human race actually still exists like this!

King Changling has gone through six hundred years of ups and downs and seen many bizarre things in the world, but at this moment he still couldn't control his expression, and he lost his composure for a moment.

But he immediately returned to normal, bowed slightly, and continued to bow his head at Zhu An's back respectfully.

It's like a young boy in a private school who forgot to endorse his book last night and could only stand nervously, bowing his head in silence, waiting for the teacher's criticism...

Zhu An stood beside the bronze box, reached out and rummaged through it.

The most precious and special collection of King Changling seems to be in it.

The top layer is two complete demon pills, which are placed in jade bottles. They are like two dark red iron balls, the size of a fist, and the whole body is round. The surface is covered with fine black patterns, and the texture is smooth without any flaws.

The demon clan practices the demon elixir method, but only by truly entering the realm of the demon king can such a perfect elixir be produced.

In other words, only by condensing a complete demon elixir can one become king.

As for the lower-level upper-level demons, they are only condensed into irregular pill embryos, also called young pills, which cannot be compared with each other.

The characteristic of the demon elixir method is that when the elixir is there, life is there. If the pill is intact, any injury can be easily recovered; if the pill is taken out, no matter how strong the body is, it will die.

The two demon pills in the bronze box naturally represent the lives of the two demon kings, and their value is immeasurable.

Only by killing a demon king quickly, crushing it throughout the process, and not giving the opponent time to explode the elixir can we take out such an intact elixir.

But the Demon King will still run away if he can't defeat him, and in a life-and-death battle, the demon elixir in his body will inevitably be damaged.

Therefore, this kind of demon elixir without any flaws is almost impossible for humans to obtain, and its origin is naturally problematic.

On the lower floor of the box, there are various types of spiritual flowers and spiritual fruits, all of which are treasures that can prolong life. In addition, they have a common feature - they are not resources produced by the human race.

The treasures on these two levels, placed outside, can be defeated by countless kings, especially the older ones. If you get any one of the spiritual herbs, you can extend your life by at least a few years.

Zhu An, on the other hand, pushed it away as if digging through garbage and continued searching.

King Changling looked nervous again and spoke in a low voice, as if he wanted to dissuade him, "Sir..."

But Zhu An ignored him and dug out the jade box hidden inside.

After opening it, a strong smell of blood spread out, mixed with the fragrance of spiritual flowers, blending into a strange fragrance that hit your nostrils instantly.

A bright red and blood-like pill lies in the jade box, like a soft film wrapping a ball of blood. At the slightest movement, the surface trembles slightly, like ripples in a lake, and there is a faint white color in the blood. Something is squirming.

This elixir was strange and sinister. After opening it to the light, there was a faint wind blowing in the room, and a cold feeling was quietly coming like late autumn frost.

At this moment, King Changling's pupils were shrunk and his face was a little red. He was probably at the most nervous moment in his life.

The demon pills and spiritual flowers and spiritual herbs on the box can only prove that he has dealings with the demon clan, which is not a big deal.

After all, the demon race is divided into different camps, and some are close to the human race. Even if they are enemies, they may not be unable to make deals.

But this jade box might kill him.

King Changling very much hoped that his husband was ignorant and could not recognize the origin of this pill.

But the next moment, his hopes were dashed.

"Nine Refined Blood Infant Pills made from fetal fetuses..." Zhu An turned around and sighed in disappointment, "Song Xiang, not only did you forget the message I gave you, but you also went against it."

Plop!

Song Xiang knelt down neatly on the ground, his face flushed, and he defended hurriedly:

"Sir, I'm dying and I just want to live!"

"I am the king of the human race at the peak of the five realms. Even if I guard the rear, the enemy monsters must remain on guard."

"So every day I live, the human race will have fewer wars and fewer deaths - and I have to make some sacrifices for this. Is this wrong?"

"Students have guarded the human race for hundreds of years. Without this contribution, how could I be loved by all people? If you look at the people outside congratulating me on my birthday, you will know that this is not a lie."

Zhu An felt a headache after listening to all these arguments. The thing he disliked the most was debating with others.

Usually in the mountains, he rarely even talks - not having someone to talk to is one of the reasons, but more importantly, when he is strong enough, he can still solve problems without talking.

But for now, as a gentleman, he patiently gave the student the final explanation:

"Song Xiang, I am not a moral saint, and I don't want to judge your virtue. I am also not a human emperor, and I don't care whether your merits outweigh your faults."

Prince Changling, who was about to pretend to be pitiful, was stunned again when he heard this. What on earth do you want to do?

"I am your husband. If you don't do what I ask, then I will take back what I taught you back then."

Zhu An looked at him calmly, "It's that simple."

King Changling was speechless upon hearing this, and all the words he had prepared in his heart were suddenly useless.

It seems natural for a teacher to punish his students.

However, I have worked hard to accumulate six hundred years of cultivation, and you just want to accept it? No sense at all?

The old prince felt extremely angry, and the anger in his heart surged like a wave, unwillingness, resentment...all kinds of strong emotions suddenly burst out.

So, he knelt down deeply, touched his forehead to the ground, and bowed to the ground.

Then he raised his head and begged earnestly:

"Sir, look at me, do you still have a chance?"