Like Li Bai Xuanying, he was a man from the Demonic Scale Clan with natural scales on his body and an aloof appearance.
His face was not covered by scales, and he had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, making him look quite handsome.
And this is just one of the many images of the great demon Luan Ji.
He, Fajie and Hermotian are powerful demon gods of the same era, and were also followers of Motian in those days. He is the great demon god that Pang Jian can see through through the magic robe.
But before that, Pang Jian didn't pay much attention to him. He would automatically ignore him after taking a look at his several demonic bodies.
When Yuan Hui, one of the nine original demon clones, had some memories related to the original demon taken away by him, and many truths of the devil were taken away as well, Pang Jian began to pay attention to this great demon.
At the same time, he also felt that there might be other reasons for his previous neglect of Luan Ji.
The three great demon gods whose real names were written on their demon robes, he had seen various images of Fajie and often paid attention to Hematian.
But he doesn't care much about Luan Ji, which is obviously not reasonable.
"Luan Ji is one of the ancient great demons of this era. Tian Wei and Qi Ling are both newly emerged great demons, and can be considered rising stars." When Yuan Mo heard the word "Ji", he immediately confirmed the other party's origin.
His face darkened slightly, and he said, "Pang Jian, I don't know much about Luan Ji, so I don't think it's necessary to make things complicated."
Pang Jian was startled: "What do you mean?"
"The essence of the magic from the original demon is not what I need. What I really need is this demon soul, not the memories in the demon soul." The source demon patiently explained, "The origins of our nine souls were separated from the beginning. After the nine origins merged into one, we who were separated became another form of completeness."
“And all I want is this kind of completeness.”
"As for the mysteries related to the true meaning of the magic path that each demon soul carries, they are not essential."
"so… "
The source demon raised the black gold magic sword in his hand and said in a very gentle tone: "We are one, there is no such thing as death. You don't even know who you are, and you have forgotten so many things. Why don't you return to the origin you should return to and become a part of me."
Having said this, He was ready to take action.
"I want to see Aji again. He promised me that he would come here to accompany me after he had dealt with his own affairs." Yuanhui pleaded softly.
She was looking at the face in the air that belonged to Pang Jian, which was condensed by demonic energy.
She felt that this unknown existence might be the one who had the power to make her die without regrets and allow her and Aji to meet again.
—Instead of the source demon holding a sword.
"Pang Jian, she is very weak. I can handle it alone. I don't need you to assist me." said Yuan Mo.
Yuanhui’s weakness is that she has forgotten many things, and even the magic secrets she brought with her when they separated were taken away by Luan Ji.
Any demon god who could become a middle-level god must have possessed extraordinary power.
"Wait, let me come and see Luan Ji."
Pang Jian was moved with sympathy and signaled Yuan Mo to stop for the time being. He said, "This Great Demon God Luan Ji is unusual. It seems..."
Fajie and Hematian should not have noticed anything unusual when he was secretly spied on through the magic robe.
Luan Ji must have discovered something, which is why he used his power to distort my decision and make me ignore him again and again.
"Let me take another closer look!"
Pang Jian, who was alert, put other things on hold and focused all his attention.
He stroked the ancient demonic characters that symbolized Luan Ji's real name, silently reciting the name in his heart, and suddenly a series of new and strange scenes emerged in his mind.
On the grand and majestic altar, Luan Ji sat upright, explaining the mysteries of magic in a majestic voice.
On the bustling street, another Luan Ji transformed into an old demon who was good at fortune-telling. He was wearing a grey robe and sitting in a corner with his eyes narrowed, leaning against the wall, talking to a young demon boy.
It is a certain "realm" that does not belong to the Demon Realm, where all kinds of people gather together, and people from all races are present.
Luan Ji, in the image of A Ji in Yuan Hui's eyes, transformed himself into a winemaker in a restaurant, specializing in brewing a bitter wine called "Forgetfulness".
It is said that those who drink the bitter wine can forget the pain in their hearts.
Warriors of different races came inexplicably, specifically purchasing the "Forgotten Wine" in an attempt to forget their worries.
now.
Winemaker Luan Ji was whispering to his disciples in the wine cellar, telling them the points to pay attention to when making wine and asking them not to be careless.
Suddenly, His brows furrowed slightly, and He said in His heart, "Again? This time is different from the past. You are targeting me on purpose. Why?"
"There is a girl named Yuanhui who has been waiting for you in Wanqingjie. She wants to meet you." Pang Jian's voice sounded in Luan Ji's heart.
"I'm busy." Luan Ji refused with a cold face.
"She is about to die." Pang Jian said again.
"She will never die. No one can really kill her except the master." Luan Ji snorted and said, "Don't think that you are Master Motian just because you have Master Motian's robe. I don't care who you are or what you want to do, just don't interfere in my life."
"You guys continue brewing, I'm going to go out for some fresh air."
Luan Ji stepped out of the wine cellar and disappeared in a flash.
When He reappeared, He appeared on a mountain top.
Below, on the vast and flat gray land, many cities were scattered like blocks of tofu.
"Hermotian is plotting against Purgatory, and Fajie is trying to invade the Underworld, but what they do has nothing to do with me."
"Even if you have inherited Master Motian's legacy and become someone recognized by him, you still have no right to order me around. After Master Motian's death, my fate with him has ended."
"Please don't bother me or peek at me in the future, or you'll blame me for being rude."
Luan Ji on the top of the mountain threatened directly this time instead of speaking in his mind.
"What do you know?" Luan Ji sneered.
"She knew that you approached her and made her fall in love with you, and then you took the opportunity to take away from her mind a part of the truth of the magic that she separated from the original demon. You also erased your own traces and let her gradually forget you." Pang Jian did not hide it and said calmly: "Your method of doing things is a bit despicable."
"Despicable?" Luan Ji was furious and said in a cold voice: "Where are you? I mean your real body! Where are you, using Lord Motian's magic robe to communicate with me across the air?"
"Purgatory."
"Purgatory?!"
After Luan Ji shouted in shock, he suddenly fell silent, and then he said angrily: "That magic robe is actually in Purgatory, it is actually in Purgatory! He Motian summoned his subordinates to that starry sky and kept staring at Purgatory. It turns out that it was because of this! The demon nest where the original demon was located was also sent to Purgatory!"
"It turns out that Hermotian has been lying to me all along!"
This great demon god, who seemed to be indifferent to fame and fortune and had no interest in tribal struggles, quickly calmed down after a moment of anger.
"People with different ideologies cannot work together. Hermotian and I want different things, but He also wants the entire group of demon gods. Well, let Him do what He wants."
Luan Ji was somewhat bored. After thinking for a while, he asked again, "Since you know that Yuan Hui came from Shi, you should understand that her fate is predetermined. Sooner or later, she will become the cornerstone of Shi's progress and fill in the gaps that Shi lacks."
"What's the point of her remembering me?"
"Go away and stop bothering me."
Luan Ji waved his hands, as if bidding farewell to the god of plague.
A magical force that disrupted the magnetic field of divine thoughts emerged from the bodies of every Luan Ji, forcibly eliminating Pang Jian's will.
…
The fifth realm of purgatory.
Pang Jian stroked the two ancient demon characters representing "Luan Ji" and could still faintly feel the traces of Luan Ji's existence, but when he wanted to spy again, he was blocked by heavy forces.
This great demon god named Luan Ji is, at least in terms of insight, one level higher than Fajie and Hemotian.
"Luan Ji is very strong. He doesn't want to see you and refuses to come to Wan Qingjie."
Pang Jian had no choice but to tell Yuanhui.
…
The world of love.
Yuanhui, one of the nine clones of the original demon, looked at the illusory face of Pang Jian in the air, listened to the cruel answer, and after a moment of silence, she suddenly smiled.
"He has been lying to me all along."
Yuanhui muttered to herself in self-mockery, and a firm belief in her heart shattered like glass.
Her smile was sad at first, then gradually became mournful, and her cheeks were cut with many long and thin bloody marks due to her abnormal mood.
She suddenly remembered a lot of things.
She remembered that before she met Aji, she was first the strongest genius of the Youmo clan in the world, and then she became the most powerful demon god of the Youmo clan in the world.
She gave up a lot for Aji, such as the pursuit of a higher divine position and the desire for greater power.
The life span of gods is infinite.
Since she has become Him, has eternal life, and has met the man she loves, who has promised to spend a long and endless life with her, why should she strive to pursue a higher level of Godhood
She was willing to give up everything for this, willing to become an ordinary person, willing to wait here silently.
But what awaited him was Aji’s refusal to come.
Even her memory of Aji was fading little by little.
She is forgetting the past bit by bit.
One day, she may not even remember meeting the man named Aji, and will forget everything that happened with Aji.
This was too cruel for her.
Thus, she returned to being Him again and awakened the power sealed in the demon soul and body.
"I'm sorry, I don't want to merge into you yet. I don't want to lose my own spiritual intelligence."
He smiled apologetically at the source demon.
The next moment, he rushed towards the face of Pang Jian condensed by the demonic power, instantly passed through the thick smoke and stepped into the vast starry sky.
"I still want to find Aji, and I will find Him."
"I need an answer."
Yuanhui escaped from the world of love in an instant.
There is no "Heavenly Forbidden" in this world. The magic power that Pang Jian can mobilize and the evil thoughts and evil ideas of all living beings that he can gather cannot constitute any checks and balances on him.
Because, He was once the supreme demon god of this world, and His legends were everywhere in the world of love.
Before he met Luan Ji, he had the hope of becoming the Great Demon God, and the whole world had high hopes for him.
Once upon a time, everyone in this world firmly believed that he would become the Great Demon God.
"He is so strong! I naively thought that he was the weakest one!" The Source Demon was horrified.
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(End of this chapter)