The Blood Refining Demon Emperor destroyed the body of the Ming Monk and trapped his soul in the ancient coffin, leaving behind a rosary of the Ming King.
At first, Su Zimo could not understand this information collected.
The Blood Refining Demon King spent all his efforts to leave such an arrangement behind, for what purpose.
It wasn't until the Blood-Refining Demon Emperor told him about the battle 40,000 years ago that Su Zimo realized that although the Blood-Refining Demon Emperor had won, he was unwilling to accept it.
He also wants to fight with the Ming monk!
The Blood Refining Demon Emperor deliberately left this chance of survival. If the Ming monk wants to leave alive, he can only have a chance by practicing the "Blood Refining Demon Sutra"!
The great Ming monk, a dignified disciple of Buddhism, with a compassionate heart to save the common people and compassion for others, fell into the devil's way, practiced magic, and became the devil he wanted to suppress...
The moment the Ming Monk escaped from the trap, he had already lost.
In fact, the fight between the two never stopped, but lasted for 40,000 years!
Su Zimo looked sighing with emotion and sighed.
Although the Great Ming Monk lost, Su Zimo was still full of admiration for the Great Ming Monk.
Forty thousand years of struggle!
In that narrow and cramped ancient coffin, there was no light, no sound, no life, nothing, only a lonely soul.
Su Zimo couldn't imagine how the Ming monk survived these 40,000 years!
Su Zimo believed that he had a strong will and a solid Taoist heart that could not be shaken. However, if he were to change places, he believed that he would never survive forty thousand years.
"You're really awesome."
The Blood Refining Demon King looked at the Great Ming Monk with some emotion, and said: "In those years, I was really worried that you would continue to waste away like this until your soul withered and fell into that ancient coffin."
"Finally, haha, you finally escaped!"
The Blood Refining Demon Emperor couldn't help laughing, without concealing the joy and excitement in his heart, and said: "You escape from the trap, which means I win!"
"And, this time, you will never have any hope of making a comeback!"
"I have indeed lost the forty thousand years of battle."
The Monk of the Ming Dynasty looked at his hands and said: "Over the years, in order to improve my strength and practice magic skills, my hands have been stained with endless blood. I am no longer worthy of the title of 'Da Ming'."
Su Zimo sighed in his heart.
After the great Ming monk knew his identity, he gave him the complete Ming King rosary. It was precisely for this reason!
Although the Ming Dynasty monk escaped from the trap, he felt guilty and was too embarrassed to face his old friends. He even grew long hair to cover his face.
Over the years, the Ming Monk must have suffered great pain and suffering in his heart!
The Ming Monk was silent for a while and said: "I have lost the battle for forty thousand years. But the battle between you and me is not over yet. I came back this time to make a final settlement!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The Blood Refining Demon Emperor couldn't help laughing and said: "Da Ming, don't have any extravagant hopes! You know in your heart that since you have practiced the "Blood Refining Demon Sutra", you will never be able to defeat me!"
Su Zimo frowned slightly.
The words of the Blood Refining Demon Emperor seemed to have a deeper meaning.
Why can't I defeat the Blood-Refining Demon Emperor by practicing the "Blood-Refining Demon Sutra"
The Blood Refining Demon Emperor said: "Da Ming, I just said that in this life, only you are worthy of being my opponent! If possible, I don't want to refine you into my third clone."
"Today, as long as you choose to surrender to me, I am willing to share this world with you!"
"From now on, in this vast continent, you, Ming Dynasty, can be on par with me. Your status is above all the emperors. You can rule the wilderness and be respected by all races!"
The emperors were shocked.
Everyone can see how much the Blood Refining Demon Emperor values the Great Ming Monk.
The Blood Refining Demon Emperor could even give up condensing the third clone to give the Great Ming Monk a chance to compete with him!
After the Great Ming Monk appeared, there was no one else in the Blood Refining Demon Emperor's eyes.
To be precise, in the eyes of the Blood Refining Demon Emperor, everyone else, even Su Zimo, were just his blood slaves.
Only the Great Ming Monk is qualified to be on an equal footing with him!
A terrible guess suddenly occurred to Su Zimo's mind, and he suddenly asked: "Blood Demon, why did you save me twice when we were on the thousand-year blood sea and the East China Sea?"
In the thousand-year sea of blood, there was a clone of the Blood Refining Demon Emperor. The Demon Emperor took action and bubbles of blood popped up to save Su Zimo.
Above the East China Sea, the Blood Refining Demon Emperor transformed into Yanbo Ke and rescued him from the hands of the ancestor of the Golden Crow Tribe.
"hehe!"
The Blood Refining Demon Emperor laughed and said: "Huang Wu, haven't you realized it yet? Even you are just my blood slave!"
"Among the many blood slaves, you are the most outstanding one with the greatest potential. How could I be willing to let you die!"
The emperors were shocked and looked sideways!
Even the Martial Emperor is just a blood slave of the Blood Refining Demon Emperor. This information is too shocking!
The great monk turned to look at Su Zimo and said: "The reason why the "Blood Refining Demonic Sutra" is powerful is not only because it can infinitely refine blood, but also because it is difficult for anyone who practices this demonic skill to escape from the blood demon. control."
Su Zimo had only practiced a small part of the "Blood Refining Demonic Sutra" on the ancient coffin, so he failed to understand the essence of this magical skill.
But after he released the magic power several times, he vaguely felt that there was some kind of great terror hidden behind this magic power!
Therefore, after the thousand-year blood battle, no matter what dangers he encountered, he never released the "Blood Refining Demonic Sutra".
Su Zimo said in a deep voice: "So, the deeper you practice this magic skill, the harder it will be to break free!"
"good."
The Great Ming Monk nodded and said: "So, when I was on Liuxing Mountain, I had murderous intentions against you because you practiced this magic skill and you were already his blood slave."
"I didn't want you to become stronger, so I wanted to kill you. But until the end, you didn't use your magic power, and I didn't do it either."
The Great Ming Monk added: "The "Blood Refining Demon Sutra" that the two of us practiced was left by the Blood Demon and has the smallest flaws. But the demon skills practiced by others have big flaws left by the Blood Demon."
"So, it's difficult for others to influence us when we use the same magic power."
Su Zimo suddenly realized.
He suddenly understood many things.
No wonder, during the battle in Tiandi Valley, Tianji and Zi Yan wanted to refine their bloodline, but the Great Ming Monk secretly blocked them.
Emperor Brahma's blood sacrifice could not have any impact on the Ming Monk.
On the contrary, if the Great Ming Monk takes action, he can easily refine it!
To put it simply, although they are both in the "Blood Refining Demonic Sutra", the two of them practiced more complete and higher-level demonic skills, while the others were much inferior.
"good."
The Blood Refining Demon Emperor looked at Su Zimo and said proudly: "Huang Wu, from now on, you will be regarded as the highest level blood slave under my command, only under me and Daming."
The Blood Refining Demon Emperor said these words as if he were a great gift to Su Zimo.