For the continuation of the inheritance of the demon clan!
Just this sentence left Ji Meng and other Demon Saints speechless.
They are not afraid of death. They have fought in the wilderness for many years and have already figured out life and death, so there is nothing to fear about death. However, since Emperor Jun has entrusted the important task of maintaining the inheritance of the demon clan to their hands, they cannot die.
Ji Meng, Yingzhao, Bai Ze, Bifang, Gui Che, the five remaining demon saints looked at each other, and they felt enlightened in their hearts.
"We will remember the Demon Emperor's instructions."
There was no solemn promise, but the words were full of solemnity and determination.
A promise from a gentleman is worth more than a thousand gold, and a promise from a demon god is worth more than his life.
From this moment on, their lives will be completely tied to the demon clan, and they will devote their lives to maintaining the inheritance of the demon clan. This is their promise to Emperor Jun.
"Demon King."
Bai Ze opened his lips slightly, trying to persuade Di Jun to withdraw temporarily, leaving the green hills behind, so he wouldn't have to worry about running out of firewood.
As long as Emperor Jun is still there, the demon clan is still there, and there will eventually be a chance to rise again, but he also knows Emperor Jun's temperament, and once he makes a decision, he will not change it, so he did not say anything to persuade him.
Emperor Jun naturally understood what Bai Ze wanted to say. He waved his hand and said a little lonely: "The bones of countless demon clan members are buried here in this battle. As the demon emperor, how can I abandon them and ignore them."
He casually opened a space passage to a secret base somewhere of the Demon Clan, and then sent all the remaining defeated soldiers of the Demon Clan into it.
"Go!"
Looking at the five demon saints, Di Jun said softly, with a little softness in his majestic and domineering eyes.
This may be the last time they meet. He wants to remember these five die-hard confidants who followed him and founded the demon clan forever.
"We bid farewell to the Demon King."
Ji Meng, Bai Ze and the other five demon saints saluted Emperor Jun, and then, holding back their grief, they rushed into the space passage without daring to look back.
They probably also guessed that after this battle, there would be no more demon emperor Jun in the ancient world, and infinite sadness arose in their hearts.
The ten demon saints and the demon emperor Jun are not only monarchs and ministers, but also close friends who are entrusted with life and death. Now that emperor Jun is about to meet his end, Ji Meng and other demon saints feel how uncomfortable they feel in their hearts. They themselves know that others cannot understand.
Watching the five demon saints and the remaining demon clan elites leave, Emperor Jun's mind wavered slightly, and then returned to normal, with a sharp gleam in his eyes. He no longer had any worries!
A pair of shining golden eyes of the sun, piercing through all obstacles in the world, seeing through the boundaries between reality and illusion, as if capturing the traces of some thoughtful people.
"snort"
Di Jun snorted secretly, his murderous intent boiling rapidly. The two clans of lich and witches were able to get to where they are today because of the great efforts of those dedicated people.
There was no change on his face, and it seemed that he had not discovered anything, or that it was not yet time to settle accounts with those who were interested.
Forcibly suppressing the boiling murderous intention, the target returned to Di Jiang. He first defeated this difficult old enemy, and then went to settle the score with those who were interested.
Make immeasurable seals with both hands, open the door to another dimension, and summon a killer weapon specially prepared to destroy the true form of the ancestral witch.
In an instant, the void opened and connected to a secret realm in the Nine Heavens. A blood-red sword light broke through the dimensional wall and turned into a dark red magic sword, which fell steadily into Di Jun's hand.
The whole body of this sword is dark red, with numerous strange demonic inscriptions engraved on the blade. It exudes an extremely ominous aura. There are vague sounds of wailing and crying all around it. Combined with the black and red aura of resentment lingering around the sword, it looks extremely eerie and strange. .
Sword name: Witch Killer!
As the name suggests, it is prepared for the slaughter of the witch clan, specifically targeting the true form of the ancestral witch, but the specific power will not be known until it is tried.
After repeated deliberation and experiments by the demon clan, it was found that the power of the blood soul contained in the witch-slaying sword can indeed restrain the true form of the ancestral witch, but they have never really tried it with the ancestral witch. This time is the best time to use the sword.
Practice is the only way to test the truth!
"Di Jiang, come and die."
With the Witch-Slaying Sword in hand, Di Jun did not hesitate and immediately held the sword to fight Di Jiang again.
Only one of the two peerless heroes, the Demon King of the Demon Clan and the Space Ancestor of the Wu Clan, Wu Emperor Jiang, can leave alive.
"kill."
Di Jiang was even more direct. He picked up his staff and started another battle with Di Jun.
Perhaps he sensed the restraint exerted on him by the Witch-Slaying Sword, so this time Di Jiang did not rely on the true form of the ancestral witch to engage in close combat with Di Jun. Instead, he used the weird and unpredictable power of the Space Avenue to his fullest, and continued to unleash various spatial powers.
Hand of the Sky, Infinite Void, Void Splitting Slash, Void Wall, Space Overlapping Fist
With the natal witch treasure Ji Chi Staff to bless various spatial magical powers, even if Di Jun had the witch-slaying sword in his hand, he would be unable to do anything to Di Jiang for a while.
The Witch-Slaying Sword can restrain the true form of the ancestral witch, but it cannot break through the weird and unpredictable spatial magical power.
The absurd scene of the ancestral witch being like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered will never happen to Di Jiang once the witch-slaying sword is released.
As an ancestral witch from space who has traveled all over the world, Di Jiang is not a fool. He sensed the threat of the witch-slaying sword and foolishly relied on the ancestral witch's true body to confront him head-on. This is not in line with the wisdom that a leader of the witch clan should have.
However, the proud true form of the ancestral witch is restricted by the Witch-Slaying Sword, which means that Di Jiang can only exert about 70% of his strength. He may not be able to hold on for long if he only relies on his spatial magical powers to fight against the enemy.
There is not much difference in strength between Di Jiang and Di Jun. If he cannot exert his full strength, it will be difficult for him to withstand Di Jun's offensive. It is okay for a short time, but if it is delayed for a long time, Di Jiang will definitely lose.
In a duel between great supernatural powers, a slight difference may be the key to victory or defeat. What's more, the true form of Emperor Jiang's ancestral witch is restrained by the Witch-Slaying Sword, which is equivalent to losing three successes.
"Is this a masterpiece created by the monster race without hesitation in killing the human race?"
Dijiang's space wings vibrated, traveling through the void dimension at will, and while exerting various spatial magical powers, he asked curiously.
A sword can actually restrain the near-immortal ancestral witch's true form. This is the first time that Di Jiang has seen such a ridiculous but real scene since the ancient times, and it happened to him.
"The witch-slaying sword is designed to destroy the true form of the ancestral witches that you and others are proud of."
Di Jun swung his sword to cut through the great space power that came from Di Jiang's attack. A flash of brilliance flashed in his eyes, and he said lightly, with a little pride in his words.
The most boastful thing about the Monster Clan is not the large number of strong men, but the extraordinary creativity of the Monster Clan.
The demon clan’s innate heritage is not as good as that of the witch clan, so the demon clan gathered the power of all demons to create the Zhoutian Star Dou Formation;
The individual combat power of the Monster Clan is not enough to fight against the Witch Clan, so the Monster Clan exhausted their wisdom to create a unique weapon-making furnace to achieve mass production of weapons and spiritual treasures;
The true form of the twelve ancestral witches who practiced hard to become immortal is indestructible. After much research, the demon clan created a witch-slaying sword that specifically restrains the true form of the ancestral witch.
His extraordinary creativity has built a splendid civilization system unique to the Monster Clan. As the Demon Emperor who single-handedly created the brilliance of the Monster Clan, Di Jun is proud of the Monster Clan.
However, he would never have dreamed that a few years later, the most creative race would no longer be the demon race, but the human race that had been crazily slaughtered by the demon race and was almost exterminated.
History, it seems, likes to joke.
That is another story that will happen a long, long time later, so I won’t mention it now.
(End of chapter)
