The human race created by one hand betrayed them.
The Heavenly Demon, whom she loves wholeheartedly, took advantage of her...
When Ye Qingtang saw the God of Cursing and the Heavenly Demon Tufu falling in love at the beginning, she couldn't help feeling the magic of their feelings.
But now, seeing all this, she could only sigh.
When Ye Qingtang came back to her senses, she found that the broken key was already in her hands.
Although it was damaged and hundreds of thousands of years had passed, Ye Qingtang could still feel the power contained in that half key.
Subconsciously, Ye Qingtang remembered the place where the other half of the keys fell in the illusion.
She searched for it immediately, and found the half key under a pile of tiles.
And the hand of the demon that was cut off by the cursed god is holding the key at this moment, and even after hundreds of thousands of years, there is no sign of corruption at all.
Ye Qingtang broke the other half of the key out of Tianmo's hand.
At the end of the illusion, Ye Qingtang only saw darkness, but Ye Qingtang didn't know where the smudge went.
Ye Qingtang looked at the two halves of the key in her hand, and vaguely noticed a faint layer of holy light emanating from the key. A coolness sank into her body along the palm of her hand, dispelling the scorching heat.
Although I don't know if this key will be useful in the future, even if it is broken, it is still a magic weapon. Ye Qingtang put them in her space ring without hesitation.
If she is destined to escape from this secret realm, she can research whether this key is still useful.
If the key is just an opportunity to unlock the seal of the demon, then there is absolutely no need for the demon to take it away after the seal is released.
Ye Qingtang scanned the secret room again to see if there was anything else.
When she walked to the corner, she was instantly dumbfounded.
On the incomplete wall, a huge black shadow stood impressively.
When Ye Qingtang saw the black shadow's face clearly, she couldn't help but froze for a moment.
"Smudge..."
The black figure stood motionless on the wall, its delicate and handsome face was calm and unmoved, as if it was asleep.
"This heavenly demon is already dead." The little white tiger glanced at it and said casually.
"Dead?" Ye Qingtang was slightly taken aback.
"Before he died, he did something else." The little white tiger glanced at the wall behind Tufu.
On the incomplete wall, a huge totem was drawn, and the position where Tufu stood happened to be in the center of the totem.
"This seems to be some kind of ritual of the heavenly demon, but this totem is too old, even I can't recognize it." The little white tiger looked at the totem and studied it for a long time, but couldn't figure out why.
"He was killed by the cursed god?" Ye Qingtang recalled the last scene in his fantasy.
"You can't say for sure. The Heavenly Demon seems to be quite powerful. If, as you said before, the God of Cursing had only a little consciousness left at that time, it might not be able to kill him." The little white tiger said.
"Then how did he die? Could it be that he committed suicide in fear of crime?" Ye Qingtang said,
"..." Little White Tiger.
A celestial demon who can even take advantage of his lover, after regaining his freedom, he will only commit suicide after going crazy.
"Well, she should have been killed by the God of Cursing. Didn't you tell me that the God of Cursing had gone berserk then? With so much hatred in her heart, her strength might have become particularly terrifying." The little white tiger changed his words.