By now, the sense of ease and ridicule in Demon Emperor Dijun's heart had long since disappeared without a trace.
He even had a vague feeling that this matter might be quite important, and might be closely related to the fate of the demon race.
Dong Huang was silent for a moment, then said, "Since there is a reason for this, let me go over and take a look."
Di Jun nodded silently: "Alright. I still need to suppress the luck here. If you and I leave, and we lose the suppression, the eight great ancestors of the witch clan will escape, and the million-year plan will go to waste."
"good."
Dong Huang hesitated for a moment and said, "Do you need me to leave the Chaos Bell behind to help you suppress your luck?"
Di Jun laughed loudly: "Second brother, you actually look down on me so much, do you want to be beaten or punished?"
Donghuang Taiyi smiled faintly: "It's fine to admit the beating or the punishment, but the most important thing is to be safe and sound."
“No need!”
Di Jun waved his hand decisively and said, "Back then, you refined the innate yellow gourd into a flying blade to kill the immortals and gave it to the youngest brother for protection. This has already greatly depleted your own strength. This Chaos Bell is connected to your destiny and must never leave your body. Even I can't do it. Today's chaos, if you encounter the calculations of those old guys, and your Chaos Bell is not at hand, I'm afraid..."
Dong Huang said calmly: "If you want to plot against me, you have to have some skills. As for the Immortal Slaying Blade, it was mainly because I was upset that I gave it to the youngest brother... Even if it was still in my hands, I would not use it."
Emperor Jun said, "The Soul-Fixing Tree, Dayi's soul, plus the Innate Yellow Gourd... are unique killing weapons. How come they become a burden in your mouth? When the witches and liches were enemies, it was only natural for you to kill Dayi. How can you not kill a mortal enemy? After so many years, you should have let it go and stop holding a grudge."
Dong Huang put his hands behind his back and slowly walked to the window. He looked at the overwhelming Fusang sacred tree outside the window with a distant look in his eyes and slowly said, "It is natural to kill him. Enemies of life and death should be decided by life and death. He is not as strong as me, and he died in my hands. It is all right."
"When I killed Dayi, I showed no mercy. When I refined Dayi's soul, I didn't feel any guilt. Even today, my original intention remains the same and has not wavered."
"But... the friendship we once shared will not be erased by the subsequent life-and-death feud between the two tribes! Although he never mentioned the friendship in the past, and I never thought about the old times... But those things, after all, existed in my life."
"Back then, the demon race was a big tree that attracted the wind, and attracted many enemies. It was in danger. Facing the covetous eyes of the Western Church, the fighting power of the twelve witch ancestors, the layers of calculations of the Three Pure Ones, and the secret covetousness of the dragon, phoenix and unicorn tribes, they could come back at any time. The situation was unprecedentedly bad, and we needed to kill spiritual treasures to stabilize our luck. I refined Dayi's soul, which was what I should do as the emperor of the demon race, but when it comes to having a clear conscience..."
"If I were to use it to kill again..."
Dong Huang shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I can't get over my own hurdle. The most difficult hurdle for all living beings in the world is always one's own heart."
His eyes were somewhat desolate and distant, and he said softly: "You wonder why I have been stuck at the peak of Quasi-Saint for so long? It's because I know that even if I step billions of miles from the peak of Quasi-Saint, I still can't really become a Saint, because I can't be ruthless."
Di Jun walked up to him and looked at the sacred Fusang tree outside. A mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said with a disdainful tone: "Becoming a ruthless saint, is it that good?"
"Saints are not necessarily ruthless, it's just that the Tao is ruthless."
Donghuang Taiyi said: "For example, Her Majesty Nuwa is not heartless; Master Tongtian is even more affectionate. It's just that their way is not my way."
Di Jun showed a gentle smile on his face and said, "Do you know what is holding us together?"
Donghuang Taiyi smiled, shook his head and said nothing.
Di Jun also smiled: "The bond between you and me is only that you and I are the emperors of the demon race!"
After a while, he said: "If you and I let go of our ties, it is not a vain thing for us to become saints right away."
Donghuang Taiyi smiled brilliantly, turned around and asked, "Can you let it go?"
The two brothers looked at each other and laughed at the same time.
Both brothers knew very well what the bond was.
Demon King!
The demon king is their bond.
If you let go of this bond, you can become a saint right away; but if you let go of this bond, you will lose the two emperors to suppress the world, and the current demon race will immediately fall apart, and gradually become food, slaves, and mounts for other races.
Can you let it go
able!
Can you let it go
Can't let go!
The two of them knew everything, understood everything, and were clear about it, but they couldn't let go.
This is the obsession of the two people, which will last until death.
"Take care, brother. I'm leaving now."
Donghuang laughed, took a step forward, and turned into a stream of light.
The demon emperor Dijun stood in front of the window, deep in thought, looking at the sacred Fusang tree. The look in his eyes changed.
After a long time.
Gently ask yourself: "Can you let it go?"
Then he shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"I am attached to this supreme position? Hehehe..."
Amidst the laughter, the Demon King's body turned into a ball of true fire and disappeared.
The so-called supreme position is really just a joke.
With the cultivation level of the brothers Di Jun and Tai Yi, even if they are not Demon Kings, they can be Supremes wherever they go.
What difference does it make whether you have the throne or not
The only thing I can't let go of is the word "demon", what can I do
In the Demon King's Palace.
Queen Xihe was looking at information from various places in a scatterbrained manner, with her eyebrows slightly furrowed.
The so-called "the royal harem cannot interfere in government affairs" and other such nonsense simply does not exist in the Demon Emperor's Heavenly Palace.
The Demon Queen has the same authority in Heaven as the Demon King. Sometimes, her words even count more than the Demon King's...
This is because there were only three three-legged golden crows born in the chaotic world!
Two males and one female.
Even Donghuang Taiyi sometimes showed his dissatisfaction and indignation towards the demon emperor Jun. He even yelled and yelled, and in serious cases, he even dared to use his fists and feet...
But as for the Demon Queen Xihe, all one could do was be careful, smile, and flatter her.
Even so, sometimes I have to be held down by the demon queen and punished!
There's nothing I can do about it, since she is not only my sister-in-law, but also my eldest sister.
Of course, the times when Donghuang was punished were very rare, so rare that they could be counted on one hand, after all, the identities of the two were there.
"It seems that our demon clan has become the target of public criticism after our return this time." A hint of worry was revealed on the graceful and beautiful face of the Demon Queen Xihe.
"Many parties are indeed showing signs of preparing to make a move, but our demon tribe has many soldiers and generals, and is extremely powerful. As long as we respond carefully, we should be fine."
"hehe… "
The Demon Queen smiled faintly, as if she didn't care, but her heart was extremely heavy.
It is an indisputable fact that the demon race attracts the wind because of its size, but precisely because of this, all races know that the demon race is the most powerful. After all the races returned together this time, everyone appeared to be keeping a low profile, but in fact, they had already focused all their attention on the demon continent!
In the few days since he returned, he has already made countless secret plans and plots!
Now the entire demon continent seems to be calm and peaceful, and has an advantage in the war against the demon continent. However, everyone knows that the demon race is on the crater of a volcano and may attract the joint efforts of other races at any time!
If they could choose, the Demon Continent would rather return alone like the Demon Continent. As long as they put in a lot of effort to pacify the three continents in the shortest time possible and turn the three continents into the demon race's back garden, even if all the races returned at that time and joined forces to target them, the demon race would have no fear at all.
But now they have returned together... Even the two Demon Kings find it extremely difficult to cope with such a result, and they are powerless to do anything.
I never expected that I would become the target of public criticism after returning to my ancestral land. What should I do? !
"Where did your Majesty go?" asked the Queen.
"Your Majesty did not say..."
"snort!"
The Demon Queen snorted coldly and said, "He is becoming more and more unruly. What time is it now? With all the flowers blooming and the fire boiling, he still has the mind to hang out and return to his ancestral land, wearing fine clothes every day? Is this what a demon king does?"
All the guards and palace maids were silent.
The Demon King just happened to come back at this moment. After hearing this, he didn't dare to go in. He simply hid outside and wanted to sneak into the imperial study and hide for three to five days...
At this time...
There was a loud sound of air tearing outside.
"Report!"
"The Western White Tiger Saint Sovereign has sent a message that Great Saint Xiangliu was besieged by the Western Cult and refused to be converted. He was seriously injured and is now on the run. His life or death is unknown."
"Western religion?!"
Xihe's eyes became fierce and she was about to speak when the Demon King suddenly appeared with an unprecedentedly solemn expression.
"Just be patient."
Then he asked, "Do you know who did it?"
"One of them is Venerable Golden Winged Dapeng, who leads five Venerables from the Western Regions."
Xihe and Dijun looked at each other and both felt that this was very unusual.
Di Jun hesitated for a moment and said in a deep voice: "Let Zhuque go over and take a look."
Xihe frowned and said, "The Vermilion Bird alone is probably no match for the Golden-winged Dapeng."
"I know."
The Demon King's eyes gleamed with divine light, and he said, "But among all the demon warriors, except for the Demon Master, only the Vermillion Bird is faster than the Great Peng. When necessary, let the Vermillion Bird and the White Tiger take Xiang Liu and go directly to the Black Tortoise."
"Even if you die, you have to hold on for a month."
The Demon King looked very grim.
"What do you mean by one month?"
"I suspect that the West is trying to lure the tiger away from the mountain. They want me to leave so that they can take advantage of the opportunity to move in." The Demon King pondered: "As long as the Ancestral Witch does not come out, they will not be able to do anything to the foundation of the demon race."
"Don't be blindly optimistic. How could the other party not know what we know? This key point has long been no secret."
The Demon Queen took a deep breath and said, "The Western Sect is full of experts, the Three Pure Ones are silent, and Demon Ancestor Luohou has seen countless demons fall, but he still holds back and does not take action... I suspect that all of this is aimed at the ultimate goal of destroying the demon race. As long as any one side takes action, the others will wait for an opportunity to act, and will not stop until they die."
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(End of this chapter)