The man said he had inquired with the Dream Spirits who were first imprisoned here.
Any demonic soul that dies and perishes here will be crushed by the daily onslaught of ice, fire, lightning, and thunder. Those who cannot withstand it will be transformed into the chaos of this place and disappear forever. Even those who can withstand it can only sleep here for thousands of years before their souls are annihilated.
But this Lord of All Demons not only didn't slumber here, but could also move around with his eyes open despite his ugly body, which was ultimately due to the dream realm created by the Dream God.
Under the guise of the powerful spiritual energy of the Dream Helper, which allows them to collect souls and reshape either a celestial or physical body, they make an unknown deal with the Dream Helper and willingly step into the Demon Wasteland.
In reality, the purpose was to use the Dream Spirits to collect the spiritual power of the Dream Spirit Pearls. After luring them into this place, the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons used the Demon Refining Pot to refine the spiritual power of these Dream Spirits into his own, hoping to escape from this hellish place and ascend to heaven.
These dream spirits, including the uncle, were full of hope that by diligently collecting dream spirit orbs to strengthen their spiritual power and gather their souls, they could then complete a transaction with the dream demon god and gain the opportunity to reshape their immortal bodies. However, they ended up only benefiting others.
To leave this place, one must be transformed into a self-absorbed Gu worm under their control in order to return to the Dream Realm and continue collecting the spiritual power of the Dream Spirit Pearl.
However, the spiritual power of these Dream Spirits was far from sufficient to meet the requirements for the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons to leave this place. It is said that the Desolate Demon Land was created using the immortal body of an ancient emperor, in order to seal and suppress the dwelling place of those demon souls.
My and Ye Ling'er's Dream Demon Flowers are growing on the core of this formation. I think Ye Ling'er and I can still convert the ancient immortal power sealed by the ancient emperor into demonic power for the use of this Lord of Ten Thousand Demons, thereby breaking the barrier and escaping from this place.
Once the seal here is broken, all the demonic souls sleeping here will awaken. The thought of those demons running rampant and wreaking havoc on the world sent chills down my spine.
Just as I was analyzing the situation, my body was emptied out of the gourd again.
When I came out, I saw Ye Chen's lackey and a handsome but demonic-looking middle-aged man in black standing in front of me with his hands behind his back.
The man frowned as if I had offended him, and shook his head helplessly at Ye Chen with feigned disgust: "Chen'er, you don't have very good taste. How could you like a woman like this?"
Ye Chen awkwardly touched the tip of his nose, coughed lightly, and then respectfully cupped his hands in reply, "Father, the point is not whether I like it or not, but that this girl can lead us away from this place."
Hearing Ye Chen call the middle-aged man with the sour face in front of him "father," I guessed that he must be the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons, who had just had a scale forcibly torn off by me and looked like a snake without dragon horns.
I glared at Ye Chen with disdain, and stood up from the ground while cursing: "It's not impossible for me to take you, a little devil, and him, a big devil, away from here, but release those innocent Dream Spirits in the gourd, otherwise, don't even think about leaving here."
After listening, Ye Chen still smiled and bent down to help me up from the ground. I was about to refuse when I saw a familiar figure holding the Soul-Slaying Sword, standing not far away, watching Ye Chen and me with a deep gaze.
I gave Ye Chen a fake smile and helped him to his feet. But Ye Chen seemed to have noticed Wen Heng's presence as well. A strong force pressed down on my shoulder, making me feel weak all over and almost lose my balance.
However, Ye Chen smiled wickedly, steadied me, and leaned close to my ear to tease, "Do you want to know if the person in your heart still has you in their thoughts?"
Just as I was wondering what Ye Chen meant, I looked up and saw Wen Heng not far away, exuding murderous intent, wielding the Soul-Slaying Sword and stabbing it towards the back of the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons, who had his back to him.
I know that Wen Heng did this because he didn't want this Lord of Ten Thousand Demons to go out and wreak havoc on the world. That's why he wanted to get rid of him on the spot.
However, I noticed that Ye Chen and the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons also clearly sensed the murderous aura behind them, yet they stood there calmly, showing no intention of stopping or guarding against Wen Heng.
At the same time, I suddenly found myself inexplicably standing in front of the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons, blocking Wen Heng's sword strike. Only then did I understand why they didn't dodge.
It turns out that when Ye Chen pressed down hard on my shoulder just now, he was casting a transfer spell on me. As soon as Wen Heng's Soul-Slaying Sword gets close to the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons, I will instantly become his shield and protective umbrella.
And the sword naturally pierced my chest; I had already been struck by the Soul-Slaying Sword twice before.
Including this time, it should be the third time. It is said that if a living soul is stabbed three times by the Soul-Slaying Sword, it will be annihilated. I only feel that my body is a little weak and powerless. I am afraid that I am going to die this time.
Just as my body was about to collapse to the ground, I saw Wen Heng's eyes first show surprise, disbelief, and fear when he saw me suddenly appear and block his Soul-Slaying Sword. As if he had lost his mind, he hurriedly let go of the sword in his hand.
They caught me around the waist, then quickly channeled their spiritual energy into me and checked my wounds.
But I sadly raised my hand in his arms and gently stroked his face, saying reluctantly, "So be it, it's worth dying by your sword."
As a result, after examining my body for a long time, Wen Heng slapped my hand away in annoyance and said in a low voice, "You won't die for now."
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