Inside the pitch-black hall, it was extremely depressing. The walls are carved with horrific images of demons sucking blood, and the surrounding pillars are entirely carved from human bones. In the very center of the palace, there was a huge blood pool, and the blood was rolling like a spring in it. On the bank of the Blood Pond, there was a futon, and on the futon sat an old man in a black robe who was skinny and thin.
The old man's skin was a little scary white, in stark contrast to the blood red in the blood pool.
Opposite the old man, there was a man with a stubborn back, blood rolling in his body, giving the feeling of a river roaring.
When ordinary people come here, they are too depressed to lift their heads, especially in front of this skinny old man who is like a dead man, they are even more frightened and stunned. And this man, holding his hands, looked at the old man quietly. There was a hint of contempt in his eyes.
Those who dared to be disrespectful to the ancestor of the Demon Sect, all had their heads unscrewed by him and put all the blood in the body in this blood pool, and at this moment, the skinny old man was disrespectful to the other party, as if he hadn't seen it.
"What's the matter, do you need your fellow Daoist to take a trip in person?"
The ancestor of the demon sect opened his mouth, revealing a few teeth that were almost lost, and it seemed that his speech was leaking, so that the words were not so clear.
This is a person who is close to transforming the Tao, but the gloomy feeling when speaking makes people unable to underestimate his energy.
Only a quasi-emperor-level master like Yuan Kui can keep his color in this place. Anyone who is a demon sect here, even the leader of the demon sect, has to crawl on the ground and dare not look directly.
Yuan Kui didn't answer, but asked, "Daoist friend hasn't walked around the world for eight hundred years, right?"
The ancestor of the demon sect was silent for a while, and said with some emotion: "To be precise, it is eight hundred and thirty-seven years. I am afraid that the outside world has already forgotten me?"
The ancestor of the demon sect looked directly at Yuan Kui, as if he was very interested in whether the outsiders had forgotten him.
Yuan Kui said: "Young people naturally don't know, but those old opponents of yours should not forget."
"Haha..." The ancestor of the demon sect suddenly laughed, giving people the feeling that he would burp when he smiled. In the end, he finished laughing. Not only did he not burp, but a smear appeared on his pale face. Blush, said, "As long as they remember, it's enough."
Yuan Kui said disapprovingly: "If fellow Daoists don't go out for a walk, they'll probably forget about it."
The Demon Sect ancestor retracted his gaze, glanced at his hands, and said with a self-deprecating expression, "If I go out to walk again, what if I can't come back, this old bone?"
The words of the ancestor of the demon sect were not meant to be a joke, but rather desolate. Even Yuan Kui was somewhat affected.
Isn't the ancestor of the demon sect at this time a portrayal of the hero's twilight
Yuan Kui sighed secretly, put away his contempt, and said, "If fellow Daoist is willing to go out with Zaixia, I guarantee that fellow Daoist will not only be able to come back safely, but also be alive and kicking."
The ancestor of the demon sect smiled bitterly: "It's amazing to be able to come back safely, how dare you expect to be alive?"
Yuan Kui said: "What if I guarantee that fellow Daoist will get another thirty years of life essence?"
"Oh?" In the eyes of the Demon Sect ancestor, two bright rays of light shot out, but they soon dimmed, and said, "It's easier said than done!"
The powerhouses in the early stage of Emperor Zhundi possessed thousands of years of lifespan, and thirty years was really not worth mentioning. But to reach the age of the demon ancestor, let alone a hundred years, even ten years is an extravagant hope.
If it weren't for these 800 years, he would no longer care about the tedious things in the world, and use it wholeheartedly to cultivate and understand the Dao, understand the destiny, and have endless spiritual blood to warm and nourish, I am afraid that he would have died a long time ago and turned into dry bones.
Now, the ancestor of the demon sect has sensed that the deadline is approaching rapidly, and I am afraid that he will not live for three years at most. His living legend will soon become a legend.
So much so that Shenting promised him many benefits before, and he did not agree to let him go out. He did not expect Yuan Kui, a heavyweight, to go out in person.
The more the God Court attaches so much importance, the more the Demon Sect ancestor naturally dare not readily agree.
Even if the other party promised thirty years of longevity as a reward, it just didn't make much waves.
Thirty years of Shouyuan is tempting, but if the next thing to do may threaten his life, he still feels that it is more appropriate to guard him for three years.
The more a master at his level, the more afraid of death.
Yuan Kui saw through the mind of the ancestor of the demon sect at a glance, and when he turned his palm, a jade bottle appeared in his palm. It could be vaguely seen that inside the jade bottle, there was an elixir the size of a cat's eye.
Yuan Kui said: "This medicinal pill, called Jiuyang Huidan, contains the power of Jiuyang, and it is the supreme treasure pill to enhance Shouyuan. Even in our divine court, there are only three left at this time. It was handed down from the ancient times, so you must have heard of this elixir. If you refine this elixir, you will definitely be able to win it with the heavens for thirty years of life.”
The dark eyes of the ancestor of the demon sect brightened instantly, staring at the medicinal pill in Yuan Kui's hand, and said, "This old man has naturally heard of this pill, but I didn't expect that there is indeed one in the divine court."
The tone of the demon sect ancestor became a bit high-pitched, and the pool of stagnant water in his heart caused thousands of waves.
In the past few hundred years, he has read countless ancient books, and he has naturally heard of the Jiuyang Huidan, which can increase lifespan and help people and heaven. I once sent people to the court to inquire, but I didn't get any news.
If the medicine in front of him is really the Jiuyang Huidan, then he will definitely be able to fight for another 30 years of life with the sky, even if he fights with his life, it is worth it.
The ancestor of the demon sect is indeed a hero of a generation, and he quickly suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked, "What do you want the old man to do?"
Yuan Kui said with a smile: "Refreshing, I need fellow Daoist and I to kill someone."
The Demon Sect ancestor frowned and asked, "Who?"
There are only a handful of people who can make Shenting join forces with Yuan Kui to kill at the cost of a Jiuyang Huidan. Those few characters are all the existences that the ancestors of the demon sect have always been afraid of.
Yuan Kui said: "Han Yu. Brother Daoist, I'm afraid he has never heard of this person."
The ancestor of the demon sect said in surprise: "Swallowing the demon body, Han Yu?"
"Oh?" Yuan Kui said unexpectedly, "I didn't expect fellow Daoist to have heard of him."
The ancestor of the Demon Sect said: "He has been in the limelight recently, and it's not enough if you don't want to know."
Yuan Kui said disdainfully, "Just a junior who doesn't know whether to live or die!"
The ancestor of the demon sect asked: "Really only kill this person?"
Yuan Kui said, "Just him."
The demon ancestor said happily: "Okay, I promise."
He didn't understand why the court only dealt with a small Han Yu, why it was so aggressive. But he didn't need to understand that by killing a little Han Yu, he could get the treasure like Jiuyang Huidan. It was a really good deal, and there was no reason to refuse.