In the world of immortal cultivation, all cultivators who founded a sect and left behind a legacy are outstanding people of the time.
Similarly, they would leave something behind, either to show that they had been there or to prepare for a disaster in which their entire family was wiped out.
For example, after abandoning the Sutra and ascending to heaven, he threw down the useless iron sword that he had carried with him for many years on the Bulao Mountain. It turned into the famous Tianjian Peak, with nine swords on it, leaving a thought for his disciples.
Another example is Jing Wensheng, one of the ninth incarnations of Emperor Ji and the first leader of Zhenyuan Pavilion. He left behind a self-portrait, which was seized by Lu Bei as a trump card against Yinglong.
There are also portraits of the first Demon King circulating in the world.
Not many, just a few hundred thousand, less than a million.
The various tribes in the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons are extremely keen on the portrait of the first Demon King. In addition to flattering him, asking for a portrait to hang at home and burning incense every day to show their loyalty, there is another crucial reason.
The portrait of the first generation Demon King is very powerful. Three or five Mahayana Demon Kings cannot get close to it. Taking one home is like having an extra magic weapon to suppress your luck.
His cultivation has reached the level of the first generation Demon King, and all things closely related to him have great magical powers, such as the imperial seal of the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom, the Star Banner he personally refined, and the portrait that records his appearance.
In addition to sending beautiful women year after year in the hope that they would give birth to offspring for the Demon King, the various tribes were also particularly obsessed with the Demon King's portrait.
In the past, in the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons, the first Demon King was a sheep with golden hair. Every part of his body was a treasure. All the tribes were jealous of him and wanted to pluck him into a bald head overnight.
If the first Demon King hadn't known a little about physics, these monsters would have succeeded.
All tribes understood the temper of the first Demon King, who would not respond to any persuasion or cajolery. From that year on, the demon women who entered the palace were not only beautiful and proficient in tea art, but also had excellent painting skills.
He whispered in the emperor's ear to make him happy, and in return he had some time to paint over a cup of tea.
When these portraits flowed out of the palace and fell into the hands of various tribes, the masters and grand masters of painting copied them and distributed them to the demon kings with status and position in the tribe.
Most of these portraits have become old due to the passage of time. Even if they are well preserved, it is useless as they lack spirit. The first generation Demon King in the painting has a form but no soul, and does not have much power.
On the one hand, the painting skills of the demon girls vary greatly. On the other hand, the methods used by the demon girls to please the Demon King remain the same, and they use all their skills around the center.
The first generation Demon King was happy, but where did the Sage Time get his divine power from? Only one in a hundred could retain his divine charm, and only one in a million could retain its charm.
The portrait in Suzaku's hand is different. It is a self-portrait of the first Demon King, and it reflects the will of the first Demon King. There are only three or five of these portraits left in the world, and each one is a treasure of the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom.
The peacock clan was dwindling in numbers, and their bloodline inheritance had been interrupted several times in history. By the time of Suzaku's generation, his biological father was just an ordinary bird demon. Relying on his unique aptitude and understanding, as well as chance, he made thirty-six attempts before he refined his bloodline to the limit, allowing the peacock clan to reappear in the world.
This is also the reason why Zhuque has a large number of concubines and is extremely indulgent towards Nidan.
There are only two peacocks in the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons, which is more difficult than having a single-line inheritance from generation to generation. Not to mention that Jing Mu'an only ate his concubine, even if he gave her to Xuanwu for his entertainment, he would not do anything to Jing Mu'an.
Xuanwu is different. The hatred for sleeping with his concubine is so deep that he must fight to the death.
The inheritance of the Peacock Clan has been intermittent. When the first Demon Emperor was galloping around in the harem, there was no Peacock on the list of tools, so naturally there was no place for the Peacock Clan in the Demon Emperor's map.
The Demon King Map in Zhuque's hand was picked up. It was a dark and windy night. He was not paying attention and injured the guard of the Nine-tailed Fox clan. He picked up the map from the heavily guarded secret realm.
Cultivating immortality is not shameful.
Not only the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons, but the entire world of immortal cultivation is in a mess.
Back to the point, the Demon King diagram was slowly pushed open, golden flames danced in the eyes of the first generation Demon King, he shattered the void with one step, and his virtual body of ink and brush slowly solidified.
Black fog rises, and evil thoughts are at work.
The three corpses were swallowed by Lu Bei. His magical powers were in a rampage. The pervasive evil thoughts did not distinguish between friend and foe, and killed people all over the map. The first generation Demon King was naturally no exception.
So what if you are invincible in this life? As long as you are determined, you will be controlled by the magical powers of the Three Corpses.
The first generation Demon King was indeed disturbed by the evil thoughts, but he frowned slightly, snorted contemptuously, and suddenly golden light was everywhere, and the majestic will enveloped the void as if washing the ground, making the empty darkness approach the entity.
The rolling earth, fire, water and wind stopped, and the world of nothingness gained a place to settle down.
Qinglong and Zhuque felt blood gushing from their throats and flew backwards and collided with an entity in the void. Their souls and bodies were penetrated by golden light and the evil thoughts in their bodies were burned to ashes in an instant.
Qinglong looked at the tall figure with fear, and silently put away the white-robed god and the magic weapon for cultivating his life. It was unnecessary and could not be used. The dead are the greatest.
Out of respect for the powerful, Qinglong bowed his head and saluted: "Human cultivator, greetings to the Demon King."
"Your Majesty, I, Kong Ji, pay my respects to you!"
Zhuque walked forward with the gait of a dragon and a tiger, knelt on one knee, and bowed his head.
Neither the man nor the demon mentioned the word "first generation". In the world of the strong, the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons had only one Demon King from beginning to end, and the rest were temporary agents in name only.
If you want to inherit the title of Demon King, you can. No demon can stop you. You will be invincible in the world and you will be the second generation Demon King.
The monsters in the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Monsters are all aware of this. Although they don't say it out loud, they only have one Monster King in their hearts.
The first generation demon king ignored it, neither looking at Azure Dragon nor paying attention to Vermillion Bird. With golden light flickering in his eyes, he looked at Lu Dong quietly: "Demon from outside the domain?"
"Gulp!"
Even a strong man like Lu Dong was under tremendous pressure at this moment. Looking directly at the remaining will of the first Demon King, he felt that the sun was just like an ordinary mortal looking up at the sky and the earth, but none of them could compare to the dazzling Demon King before him.
"Amitabha!"
At the critical moment, Lu Dong finished his substitute shift, Gu Zongchen came online, put his hands together and started chanting.
It’s already this late, and you’re still chanting sutras… sutras… the Amitabha Sutra
Zhuque sweated at the corners of his brow. He was no longer troubled by any evil thoughts and his rationality returned. He glanced at the Demon King's Will that walked out of the Demon King's Diagram and couldn't tell you how annoyed he was.
He was afraid that the Demon King would feel like beating people, so he beat Dou Muxie to death on the spot, causing Xuanwu to turn against him, and Ni Dan was in danger, so that the black-haired father would be killed by the black-haired son.
Whatever you fear will come true. The monk actually chanted the mantra of rebirth in front of the Demon King. What? Was he hoping that the Demon King would die early
The first generation demon king had a blank expression on his face. He clenched his five fingers into a fist and slowly raised it up: "Your cultivation is not bad, but there are not many people in the world who can beat you. If you don't die after taking my punch, I will give you a chance to take the second punch."
Gu Zongchen didn't say much, and suddenly pushed his clasped hands apart.
The golden wheel emits infinite lapis lazuli light, and a giant golden Buddha rises from the ground, supporting the sky and connecting the earth. The light is infinite, and its body is also infinite.
In the endless Buddha's light, the big Buddha holds the stars in his hand, and the three thousand worlds are all within it.
The infinite world folds infinite space, and one of the worlds is the void where the first generation Demon King, Azure Dragon and Vermillion Bird belonged.
The boundless Buddha's palm pressed down, sweeping across everything in its path, causing the sky to collapse, the earth to sink, the sea to boil, and the stars to fall apart, crushing the bubble-shaped worlds one after another with every blow.
Infinite Buddha's light superimposed layer upon layer, the terrifying energy made one's scalp numb, and in the eyes of Qinglong and Zhuque, the breathing of the man and the demon stagnated, their souls became tired and confused, as if they were exiled, and they couldn't even bring up the thought of fighting back.
"good!"
The first generation Demon King showed great joy on his face. When the Buddha's light was approaching, he took a step forward, shattering thousands of glazed lights. His powerful will emanated from his body and stopped the Buddha's palm that was falling from afar.
One punch.
The universe lost its color, and the sun and the moon wailed.
Huge waves hit the sky, causing numerous ripples. The vast Buddha's light that was flowing down turned back upstream, and was defeated so quickly that it did not give Gu Zongchen any time to react.
Looking from afar, the three thousand worlds were shattered and turned into bubbles. The elbow of the golden Buddha was broken, and the gold paint on the golden body was peeling off. A crack extended upwards, breaking the suffering face of the Buddha.
The great Buddha collapsed and the three thousand worlds disappeared.
Gu Zongchen retracted his clasped hands, and a trickle of golden blood flowed from the corners of his mouth: "Master Demon King, I have taken the punch."
The Demon King smiled and took another step forward. Without retracting his raised fist, he used the momentum of his step to press down with his ordinary fist, shattering the void and hitting Gu Zongchen right in the chest.
Thirty-six Mahayana magic weapons were deployed, but were defeated and shattered.
At the same time, Gu Zongchen's body was also shattered.
Amidst the spiritual light, a black light appeared and disappeared into the endless void and darkness.
The Demon King put away his fist and stepped back into the Demon King Diagram. He frowned and looked into the void, when he saw a pretty boy's face, which made him even more confused.
Soon, this doubt was replaced by another question. He looked at Suzaku with a stern look on his face: "Why is this picture in your hands? Are you also a fox?"
Zhuque was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. He lowered his head hastily and knelt on one knee: "To let your majesty know, this picture was obtained by me when I married into the Nine-tailed Fox clan, not..."
"snort!"
The first generation Demon King snorted coldly, slapped the Vermillion Bird away with his backhand, and there was no movement in the stepping diagram.
On the side, Qinglong slowly breathed a sigh of relief: "The greatest demon of all time, such an invincible strong man, there is actually a second one in the Ten Thousand Demons Country... How is it possible?"
According to gossip, the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons will welcome its second Demon King.
Qinglong didn't believe it, because this rumor would arise every once in a while, and then a demon king would come to power and work hard to govern the country, waiting for the next rumor to arise.
To put it bluntly, the rumors came from the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons and were the product of intrigue within the demon clan.
Because I heard it too many times, there was a period of time when it was the most outrageous. It was sung once every ten years, and in the end even the demons themselves didn't believe it.
But Ji Huang and Ying Long believed it.
They both believed it, and Qinglong had to believe it even if she didn't want to. But today, when she saw the last bit of will left in the Demon King, she wavered again.
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
There will never be another one as strong as the Demon King!
…
"Hey, what exploded over there?"
In front of the Xuanwu Cauldron, Lu Bei scratched his head, turned around and looked into the void. Faintly, he seemed to hear the sound of something shattering.
Just as he was thinking about it, light and darkness were entangled, and it was unclear whether it was gold in black or black in gold. A chaotic shadow broke through the void and landed steadily in his arms.
"No way, I can pick up the machine even if I'm standing still..."
Lu Bei was very happy and was about to thank nature for the gift, when he suddenly realized something was wrong.
Putting aside the golden element, the black mass looks quite familiar.
Lu Dong.
“Hiss, hiss, hiss—”
"The little monk exploded?!"