The demon god wanted to stay unconscious forever, but his spirit woke him up in a short time.
Seeing Xiang Sheng sitting cross-legged not far away, it hesitated for a moment, gritted its teeth, and floated over carefully.
Xiang Sheng was fiddling with the Fang Cun Ji in his hand. Sensing the Demon God approaching, he raised his eyes and asked teasingly, "Master Demon God is awake?"
The demon god's soul trembled, and he almost cried out: "Master, please don't do this. I am afraid."
"Old slave?"
Xiang Sheng showed a surprised expression: "Why does Lord Demon God lower his status?"
“How is this self-degradation?”
The demon god found an opportunity to show his ability and immediately shouted loudly: "Becoming the master's slave is the blessing that this old slave has cultivated for 90,000 years! It is this old slave's supreme honor!..."
The demon god tried his best to speak nice words, but in his heart, he really thought so at this moment.
What a massive thing the Pantheon is!
Ever since it could remember, any human genius from Dongzhou who was targeted by it would end up dead and destroyed. Even Tianqing, the unrivaled leader of the Puppet Sect, was no exception. His fate was even worse than any other evildoer, with even most traces of his existence being wiped out by Heaven.
In today's world of cultivation, Xiang Sheng is indeed a great monster who surpasses his peers, but in the eyes of the Demon God, he was far from comparable to Tian Qing.
Moreover, she is a casual cultivator. If the Pantheon points its spearhead at her, the outcome can be imagined.
So when it sensed an unspeakable terror from Xiang Sheng, it immediately thought of the Pantheon taking over his body.
But it never expected that the Pantheon, which even Tianqing could not do anything about, would actually collapse!
Moreover, the defeat was so sudden and complete that not only did the person die, but all the treasures in the bottom of the box fell into Xiang Sheng's hands.
The Pantheon maintained its invincibility for tens of thousands of years, but it was broken just like that, and it was broken in the hands of a little kid who was only a little over a hundred years old. Who would believe this if they told others?
The demon god looked at Xiang Sheng, his eyes gleaming. Such a tough demon... he couldn't waver any longer!
No matter how powerful the enemy becomes in the future, he will stand firmly on Xiang Sheng's side.
Xiang Sheng didn't know how many thoughts flashed through the demon god's mind during this brief moment, nor did she care. Seeing that the beating was almost over, she stopped talking nonsense and said calmly, "Tell me, how much do you know?"
When the demon god heard her return to her original tone, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "This old servant doesn't know much either. I only know that since ancient times, the premature deaths of the human race's geniuses in Dongzhou have all been closely related to the Pantheon."
"Only targeting the human race's genius?"
Xiang Sheng caught the key words and raised an eyebrow in surprise: "Then how did your demon race get wiped out?"
"It's a long story."
The Demon God looked a little embarrassed. "Before the Demon God Valley appeared, it was normal for the demons to fight against each other. Later, when the human race became stronger, the demons established the Demon God Valley to protect themselves.
Originally, the strength between the two tribes was not much different, but the Puppet Sect suddenly appeared, and the old slave was forced to sign a blood contract. He had no choice but to abide by the agreement and use the strength of the entire tribe to resist the Underworld.
After tens of thousands of years of conquest, the demon tribes were slain one after another, and the Demon God Valley fell into decline. Only the descendants of the White Tiger Clan remained to rebuild the Demon King Valley. They also sought out the remaining souls of the old slaves and his generals, gathering them together in one place for worship to protect their remaining spirits.
A hint of surprise flashed in Xiang Sheng's eyes, and he remembered a name the old demon king had mentioned. "So you are the first generation demon god of the Demon God Valley, Tengshelouhuo?"
"It is the old slave."
The demon god had a complicated expression, "It's been a long time since anyone called me by this name."
Xiang Sheng looked at the demon god Skull Disaster and felt a little strange.
Ninety thousand years is such a long time.
This Skull Disaster is really good at surviving. From a great demon standing on the pyramid of the ancient cultivation world, he has fallen to a place where he can hide in a second-rate sect and live by taking over the bodies of spirits. He still refuses to give up.
Having lived long enough, Lou Huo truly had no idea what shame was. He used the past to build a closer relationship and immediately declared his stance: "Master, I was forced to acknowledge you as my master back then, but this time... I'm sincere! As long as you give the order, I'll climb mountains of swords and plunge into seas of fire without hesitation!"
Xiang Sheng's face was calm, and he was not surprised by Lou Huo's surrender.
In the world of cultivation, strength is respected. It is normal for Lou Huo to sense her power and submit to her.
And this was exactly the purpose of her coming to Wanjianmen.
"You want to follow me, you can."
Xiang Sheng's tone was as calm as ever, "There is only one condition."
As she spoke, she threw the Fang Cun Ji directly in front of Lou Huo and said, "Decipher this thing and use it for my own benefit."
"Ah?" Lou Huo opened his mouth slightly and stood there in a daze.
Let him crack Fang Cun Ji?
What a joke!
This was a magical artifact from the Pantheon. How could a mere remnant of his soul possibly destroy its imprint? Wasn't the master overestimating him?
Could it be that... the owner is not willing to accept it at all, so he deliberately created a difficult problem?
Lou Huo's face gradually turned pale, and even his soul became unstable.
Xiang Sheng also knew the difficulty of this matter, so he softened his tone and said comfortingly, "If you have any ideas, you can also tell me first, and we can work together to find a solution."
Lou Huo was stunned for a moment, then quickly understood the meaning and his eyes lit up.
Yes!
It had made the Dao Flying Sword, and had done so much hard work! Its master was so broad-minded, how could he really abandon it just because of a few wrong words from him?
So, cracking Fang Cun Ji is not actually a condition, but another achievement?
If the master can control Fang Cun Ji, its strength will surely reach a new level. This is what it should do, so how can it give up just because of a little difficulty?
Thinking of this, Lou Huo felt relieved. "Master, don't worry! I will definitely live up to your trust and crack Fang Cun Ji in the shortest possible time!"
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