In the deepest part of the Emperor Demon Palace, there is a well with a square mouth. There is no sweet well water in the well, but only chaotic darkness.
Even the brightest shark bead in the world can't break through the darkness in this well, which is also known as the well of chaos.
This well has existed in the world for millions of years, and it is closely related to the prosperity of the emperors and demons in the past.
Only the direct blood relatives of the Emperor Demon Clan know that this well is the entrance to the Emperor Demon Palace.
Thousands of years ago, after Emperor Mo Wuya sealed himself in this well, the well became silent, and only chaotic darkness floated on its surface forever.
In the formerly prosperous Emperor Demon Palace, after the fall of many princes and princesses, the three concubines fled to their respective tribes, and the palace was depressed and deserted.
Zong Shaoqing walked past the eaves of the palace and stood beside the Chaos Well.
In his hand, fresh blood dripped onto the Chaos Well. When the blood mixed into the pitch black, the entire mouth of the well was like a mouth of boiling water that was suddenly boiled.
Only the blood of the direct emperor and demon clan can open the Chaos Well.
Without the blood of the emperor and demon as guides, even the three concubines of the demon clan would not be able to step into the underground palace, let alone the holy beast clan.
The black air on the chaotic well gradually dissipated, and a stone step polished with white marble was gradually revealed in the black air.
That jade steps meanders and leads to nowhere.
From the bottom of the Chaos Well, the air of Chaos blowing up could not tell whether it was damp or dull.
Zong Shaoqing went down the stairs, and when he finished ten steps, he looked back and saw that the entrance to the Chaos Well had disappeared.
The white marble steps are very long, and the first section of the road was chaotic. After walking through nearly a thousand steps, the sight suddenly became clear.
Thousand-year-old mermaid pearls floated on both sides of the steps. With the appearance of the mermaid pearls, Zong Shaoqing saw the emperor's coffin.
That's right, it's the Coffin of the Emperor Demon.
The emperor's underground palace is also the place where the corpses of emperors and demons of all dynasties were buried.
The demons, who go against the sky, cannot turn into gods after death, and can only be buried in the underground palace that never sees the sun.
On each of the emperor's coffins, majestic and majestic totems and the names of the emperor's demons are engraved.
Among these imperial coffins, Zong Shaoqing saw the coffin of the first Emperor Demon. He didn't pause at his feet, but walked down expressionlessly.
When the white marble steps reached the 99,000th step, there was no way forward.
Beside the last stone steps, Zong Shaoqing saw a huge coffin.
The giant coffin was ten meters high, five meters wide, and more than twenty meters long. At the bottom of the giant coffin, there were four dragons hovering. The dragons spewed out black chaotic air from time to time, nourishing the giant coffin.
Inside the huge coffin, there was a strong heartbeat.
Emperor Mo Wuya was sleeping in that huge coffin.
There was a loud heartbeat, and after ten thousand years of cultivation, the strongest emperor and demon clan who once made the holy beast clan and even the gods in the sky fearful are about to wake up.
The demon race is endless, and whenever there is a crisis, a powerful demon will be born out of nowhere. Several heirs of Emperor Mo Wuya have withered and are connected by flesh and blood. Ying Wuya must have sensed it.
Zong Shaoqing walked to the side of the giant coffin, and the four evil dragons glared at each other immediately, and spewed out poisonous gas enough to suffocate people.
Zong Shaoqing turned a blind eye to it, and with a flick of his fingertip, the brilliant purple fire eclipsed the surrounding shark pearls.
Zong Shaoqing inherited the bloodline of his mother, the witch sect, and also carried the blood of the emperor and the devil. He has experienced ninety-nine times of seizures in ten thousand years, and quenched the fire of ninety-nine times of seizures. , enough to swallow the sky and fill the sea.
Shenhuang Zihuo is the fire of purification and after destruction.
Even the ancient evil dragon could not help shrinking when he saw such a fire of gods and demons, and did not dare to act rashly.
The fire in Zong Shaoqing's hands has not ignited for a long time.
He stared at the emperor's coffin, Emperor Mo Wuya hadn't woken up yet, this was the best time to kill him.
"Take the supreme demon body of Emperor Mo Wuya, and become the true powerhouse of the two great planes, Star and Chen, for ten thousand years," this is the last wish of the Witch Sect.
But when this time came, Zong Shaoqing hesitated.
From the moment he was born, he already knew that his fate could not escape the grievances and hatred between the Tianwu clan, the demon clan, and the holy beasts.
For ten thousand years, he just silently followed his mother's arrangement.
In front of people, he is the God of God, with a heart as clear as a mirror. In the queen, he is the son of the demon clan who bears the name of revival of the Tianwu clan.
His fate, according to the established trajectory, has traveled for 10,000 years without any deviation.
But until today, he began to question whether everything he did was correct.
Why did he kill his brother and father for the sake of the previous generation, for the long-existing Tianwu Clan? If it is said that he killed the other descendants of the Demon Clan royal family, it was for his own survival. body, and for what
Who can tell him what it is for.
The Shenhuang Zihuo in Zong Shaoqing's hand was beating non-stop, just like his mood at the moment.
With complicated and contradictory feelings, Zong Shaoqing did not burn the underground palace immediately, but slowly put away the purple fire.
Putting his hand on the giant coffin, he could feel the distant, strange yet extremely familiar heartbeat coming from the deepest part of the giant coffin.
He vaguely remembered the man's heartbeat.
When he was a child, when he didn't have a particularly clear memory, he vaguely remembered that the man once held him in his arms.
He remembered that burst of heartbeat, joyful, the sound of a father's heartbeat, and the man's happy smile faintly in his ears.
Unable to restrain his strength, the heavy coffin lid was pushed away, and there was a rumbling, thunderous noise.
In the coffin, the body as tall as a mountain was quietly sleeping.
With facial features sculpted by knives and axes, and still a strong body, Emperor Mo Wuya, even though he has been asleep for thousands of years, he is still the greatest king of the demon clan.
Suddenly, a pair of purple eyes jumped into the eyes.
As if dazed, Zong Shaoqing saw those eyes, which were almost identical to his own.
His eye color was inherited from his father, purple, the color of the demon emperor.
"My devil, the only remaining demon blood in the world, you are finally here. She asked you to kill me?" The deep male voice, like a dragon's chant, filled my ears endlessly.
Ying Wuya, the Emperor Demon of thousands of years ago confronted Zong Shaoqing.
Four flood dragons soared up and turned into four chains of flood dragons, trapping Zong Shaoqing's hands and feet.
"You have lost the best opportunity to kill me. You are no match for your mother. Nvzong, that cruel woman, I have been obsessed with her for thousands of years, but she is still unwilling to let go of her obsession. Even so , why do I have to stick to it anymore. When the emperor returns, I will surely make the four planes tremble. Ninety-nine times to seize the house, the Witch Sect, you have taught a good son. Today, I will use your son as a sacrifice Practicing my Nine-Revolution Chen-Creating Kung Fu," the expression of anger and madness alternately appeared on Di Mo's stern face.
The moment Zong Shaoqing pushed away the giant coffin, Emperor Mo Wuya woke up.
Inside the underground palace, thousands of Emperor Demon Coffins flew up in the air, and thousands of Emperor Demon Sha Yin Pills surrounded Emperor Demon Wuya like stars in the sky.
Zong Shaoqing's expression changed suddenly, he understood that he had missed the best time to kill Ying Wuya, and fell into a predicament beyond redemption.