It was him a thousand years ago, and it will still be him a thousand years later. However, the Demon Lord still failed to escape the laws of history and fell into a rebellion.
Of course, according to the laws of history, the initiator of this rebellion must come from his most trusted subordinates.
As the right-hand man of the devil, the black robe of the military adviser and the commander-in-chief of the devil have fought for power for countless years, tit for tat, incompatible, and deep hatred. It is all because of the supreme prestige of the devil that they can barely maintain peace. Isn't this kind of situation the result that the devil would like to see the most, and even deliberately condone
Who would have thought that they would join hands to deliver the most secret blow to the Demon Lord
The demon king who returned from the cold mountain had not recovered from his serious injuries, and suffered such a tragic betrayal, and fell into the endless abyss. The throne finally fell on his youngest son. At the beginning, no matter the nobles in Xuelao City or the human race in the south, they all thought that the young demon king was a puppet pushed out by the black robe and the demon commander. Trapped and killed, the whole continent finally understood that he was the real mastermind of this rebellion!
It is not uncommon for brothers to kill each other or father and son for the sake of the throne, whether it is demons or humans. In the stinking ditch of history, he was defeated by his own son.
But isn't he already dead in the endless abyss? Why did it appear in this snowy ridge at this time
Looking at the figure of the middle-aged scholar by the lake, An Hua and the assistant general turned pale, and it became difficult to breathe.
This was the most puzzling question for everyone present, and the question they most wanted to know the answer to.
Nan Ke stood in front of Chen Changsheng without saying a word.
She knew exactly what a painful price she had paid for crawling out of that endless abyss, even if it was her, she didn't want to recall it again.
The Demon King naturally couldn't explain, and said to Chen Changsheng: "I'm just dying, but I'm not dead yet. I don't want to die, so I came to you."
Chen Changsheng asked, "What did you come to see me for?"
The Demon Lord said blankly, "I've come to ask for your help."
"You want cinnabar pill?" Zhi Zhi suddenly asked.
There was some temptation in her voice, and it could also be said to be hope.
"Not enough, there is too little blood mixed in the cinnabar pill."
The Demon Lord's answer shattered her last hope.
Hearing these words, Haidi, Anhua and the general were stunned.
Is there blood in the cinnabar pill? whose blood? If Master Tang Shiqi heard these words, he would immediately understand that the crystal red glass threads in the cinnabar pill were not blood coral, they were not the blood of the little black dragon, but the blood of Chen Changsheng!
After a while, An Hua and Pi Jiang looked at each other, seeing the shock in each other's eyes, because they thought of it too.
In the past few years, the stories surrounding the Holy Empress Tianhai, Dao Zun Shang Xingzhou, His Majesty the Emperor and His Majesty the Pope have long been circulated in the world.
After being guided and propagated by the State Religion, everyone knows that His Majesty the Pope is a gifted Eucharist, and the true blood contains countless holy lights.
It turns out that His Majesty the Pope actually used his own blood as medicine. No wonder cinnabar pill can produce bones and heal the dead!
No wonder the quantity of cinnabar red is limited, only one small bottle can be refined every month.
No wonder His Majesty the Pope did not spread this prescription to the world.
There is no way to imitate this elixir. Besides His Majesty the Pope, who can provide this medicinal material
Looking ahead, An Hua felt that Chen Changsheng's figure had grown taller, bathed in starlight, and looked extremely sacred.
I save all beings with my blood, what kind of benevolence is this, what kind of feelings is this
Thinking that when he was in the Songshan Military Mansion, he had a lot of dissatisfaction with the master of Zhushadan, even if he was a little disappointed before, An Hua felt so ashamed.
Chen Changsheng said to the Demon Lord: "If I knew that you were still alive, I should be more careful, because there is my blood in the cinnabar pill, and I can't hide it from you."
Back then, the Demon Lord took great risks and traveled thousands of miles to the Cold Mountain just to eat him.
After the Tianshu Mausoleum Incident, the Pope told him that the only person in the world who dares to lust for his true blood is the Demon Lord.
The Demon Lord has a strong desire, and he has the means or courage to solve the poison that may be hidden in his true blood.
Zhizhi looked at Chen Changsheng, very worried and a little angry. In her opinion, if it wasn't for the refining of the broken pill, Chen Changsheng had lost too much true blood in the past year, which seriously affected his practice, and Haidi might not be able to keep them, so naturally at this time There is no need to face such a dire situation.
The Demon Lord said calmly: "Since I am still alive and let me find you, perhaps this is probably your fate."
Chen Changsheng looked into his eyes and said, "You should be very clear that I was a poisonous fruit when I was born."
The corners of Mojun's lips raised slightly, showing a charming smile, the landscape on his face suddenly brightened, and his voice became extraordinarily soft and pleasant: "I am a man, after all, I have more courage than Xiao Tianhai, and I have more courage than Xiao Tianhai. She's had more years, seen more of the world, or been able to figure it out."
Chen Changsheng vaguely understood what he meant, and said, "But you're not sure either."
The Demon Lord said: "Even if I am not sure, but now it seems that you should be sure."
Chen Changsheng looked at the icy flakes falling in front of him, and remained silent.
The Demon Lord looked into his eyes and said, "The cinnabar pill did not poison those strong humans, which means you have found a way to get rid of the poison in your true blood."
Chen Changsheng thought silently, where is the poison? It's just a conflict between different sacred rules.
Zhizhi couldn't help but said, "Could it be that you want Chen Changsheng to take the initiative to get rid of the poison, and then give himself to you to eat?"
"Why not? After I eat you, the old wounds will be healed, and it will be better than before. Naturally, I will go back to Xuelao City to regain the throne. Although I am confident that I will win the final victory, the two brains of Heipao and Daya The guy with the problem is that I can't fully see through it, and that Nizi is a very good lunatic, so it will take a long time, and it will definitely be a hard battle. It is very likely that within hundreds of years, my gods will not be able to go south. Isn't this the greatest benefit for your human race?"
The devil looked at Chen Changsheng and said calmly: "Taoism always emphasizes benevolence and love to govern the world. You, as the Pope, don't hesitate to consume blood as a pill. Of course, you want to save all living beings. Why don't you turn into a pill and let me take it? It can also save sentient beings. Save more, kill you alone, and change the world for hundreds of years of peace, why not do it?"
It was obviously an unbelievable proposal, but it seemed to make some sense when he said it slowly.
Zhizhi couldn't listen anymore, and shouted: "Then why don't you die yourself!"