Chapter 510: Chess Piece and Running Dog
The location of the Demon Palace.
Chonglou was still meditating, but his brows were slightly furrowed.
After refusing to become a pawn of the saints.
He always felt that something was wrong, and a sense of unease was faintly rising in his heart.
"Humph, a saint cannot take action, yet you are still angry and want to kill me?"
But Chonglou just thought about it for a moment, then sneered and ignored it.
When Zhunti came to pick up Jiufeng, he did not attack himself first.
But it was because I didn't know my own strength and attacked him first, which led to him being hit by a branch and being seriously injured for a long time.
Although the saint has become a saint of the great way, he is still bound by the laws of heaven.
If you act recklessly, at best your merits and virtues will plummet and your sainthood will be lost.
In serious cases, one will be directly imprisoned by the Heavenly Dao and will not be able to escape.
Otherwise, everyone below the saint is an ant. Doesn't that mean the saint can do whatever he wants in the world?
Therefore Chonglou was not worried.
As for whether Yuanshi Tianzun will ask the Twelve Golden Immortals under his command to take revenge?
Chonglou was aware that even though he was seriously injured and his cultivation had fallen to the early stage of Hunyuan Jinxian.
But if those twelve golden immortals dare to come, even with the support of the entire demon world, I won’t be able to kill them!
Thinking of this, Chonglou slowly exhaled and continued to practice with his eyes closed.
But at this moment, the magic palace formation suddenly shook.
Chonglou raised his eyebrows, sensing that his eldest disciple Wulingchun had arrived at the palace gate.
"Master! Disciple comes to see you!"
Wulingchun looked at the formation surrounding the Demon Palace with a calm expression. He just bowed slightly and shouted loudly.
When Chonglou heard this, he said slowly, "Lingchun, what do you want?"
"I have some doubts during my cultivation and would like to seek help from Master."
Wulingchun's expression remained unchanged as he continued shouting.
"I am currently at a critical juncture in my cultivation, so I cannot help you resolve your doubts. Please wait. After a few months, you can come back to me."
Chonglou is still injured, but he doesn't want his disciples to know, so after pondering for a while, he spoke slowly.
Give him a few months and his injury will heal.
By then, even if he was in the early stage of Hunyuan Jinxian, he could hide his strength, and the disciples would naturally not be able to detect it.
Upon hearing this, Wu Lingchun immediately shook his head and said, "I am deeply confused! Master, could you please enlighten me? Master, could you please suspend your cultivation for a while? After all, you have made no further progress."
When Chonglou heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly.
His eldest disciple, Wulingchun, has followed him for nearly 300,000 years.
He was the eldest disciple who became my disciple when I first opened up the Demon Realm.
So I know his personality and temper very well!
Although this person is proud, he is a bit cowardly in his bones.
Therefore, no matter what the circumstances, he never went against himself, even if he was wrong.
But today, he actually dared to speak like this?
For a moment, Chonglou's expression changed, and he looked at Wulingchun carefully through the formation.
Wulingchun stood outside the formation, wearing armor, with an imposing aura that was not yet released. How could he have the slightest intention of coming to seek advice?
How smart is Chonglou?
In just a moment, he understood everything.
"Hahaha!"
A burst of laughter suddenly came from the Demon Palace.
Wulingchun's expression changed immediately and he couldn't help but take two steps back.
After all, his fear of Chonglou was engraved in his bones.
Even though he has now achieved the perfection of Hunyuan Jinxian and is no weaker than Chonglou, this fact cannot be erased!
"Wulingchun, what favor did that person promise you that would make you betray me? Disregarding the years of master-disciple relationship?"
The laughter gradually died down, and Chonglou's calm words slowly came out.
Wu Lingchun's pupils shrank, but then he spoke slowly, "Master, since you understand, why are you so stubborn? With the saints as our backers, how can our demon world not break out of the prehistoric world? Master! You are too timid! If this is the case, when will we demon cultivators be able to make a name for ourselves? How can we establish our own path?"
"It's just, really stupid."
Chonglou's face was full of disappointment.
If Wu Lingchun really wanted to seize his position as the Great Demon Lord and rule the demon world himself, he would have offended him.
With such generosity, Chonglou could still look up to him.
But he didn't expect that he had the guts to offend him just because he listened to that person's words!
This disciple whom I had high hopes for can only be a dog now!
This is really ridiculous.
"I'm stupid? Hahaha! That's still better than you!"
When Wulingchun heard Chonglou's words, he completely let go.
He sneered, raised his hand, and the dark golden long sword appeared in his palm. He pointed at the Demon Palace and shouted, "It's bad enough that you were severely injured by the Human Emperor, but even your courage was broken! You don't even have the slightest thought of revenge? It's ridiculous! Today, either you abdicate and give me all the rules of the demonic way! Or! Die!"
"Then you try it."
Seeing this, Chonglou said no more, just whispered calmly and looked away.
But the Demon Palace formation suddenly churned!
Wu Lingchun shouted, "You think you can stop me with this formation? Dream on! I've studied this formation for over a hundred thousand years! I already know how to break it! Master! Today, I'll send you off!"
Seeing the great formation churning, Wulingchun's eyes were suddenly filled with cruelty.
With a roar, he swung the dark golden sword in his hand!
…
Beibing Pass gradually returned to normal, and soldiers and civilians repaired the city.
At the same time, hundreds of thousands of elite troops and more than 200,000 soldiers defending the city swept through the snowy plains of the North Sea.
Those ferocious beasts and the Mang tribe that escaped were hunted down and killed.
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