Chapter 452 Demon God's Tomb
Zhu Chuideng replied, "After the Jing clan retrieved Jing Zhui's spirit, they secretly built a Demon God Tomb for him to rest his soul. Afterwards, the Jing clan member responsible for burying Jing Zhui committed suicide en masse. The rest of the clan disbanded their clan, destroyed their own teachings, and went into seclusion, keeping the Demon God Tomb's existence a permanent secret."
"As long as Jing Zhui's soul is not scattered, the demons' evil ambition to resurrect Jing Zhui will not be extinguished, and the world will not be able to sleep peacefully."
"Moreover, over the past thousand years, the Dao Ancestors of various realms have also developed many methods that are enough to completely annihilate Jing Zhui."
"But until today, no one, whether it's the gods in the human world, the demon world, or the demons themselves, has tried every possible means, but no one can find the tomb of the demon god."
Zhu Chuideng pointed out: "In today's world, only Jing Zhui himself knows where he is buried."
Ye Xiaoman remembered that she had been in contact with Jing Zhui before, and occasionally saw him crawling out of a very gorgeous coffin. It turned out that Jing Zhui really lived in a tomb.
Ye Xiaoman was startled. She touched the goose bumps on her arm and asked, "Are you planning to..."
"That's right. Use the same method you used against me before to get the location of his grave from Jing Zhui," Zhu Chuideng said happily. "Now is the best time to kill him while Jing Zhui's power is at its weakest."
Ye Xiaoman didn't know what to say.
In the original novel, Xiao Chujing was able to find the Demon God's Tomb in the end, relying on the protagonist's halo. While fighting monsters in a small world, he accidentally fell into a time and space portal and went to another world. He went through many life-threatening situations before entering the God's Tomb.
In short, that place is not in the real world at all, but its location changes at any time. Sometimes it appears in the east, and sometimes it appears on the seabed. There is no pattern at all, and there is no way to tell where it is specifically.
Unless it’s Xiao Chujing, the cheater, outsiders can forget about it.
It would take several hundred years for Xiao Chujing to follow this storyline.
Jing Zhui in the book never told anyone where his home was until his death. Nonsense, that was his lifeline. He wouldn't tell it unless he had a brain seizure.
Simply put, it's an impossible task.
Zhu Chuideng also specifically asked her to use deceptive emotional methods.
Jing Zhui has no feelings at all, how can he lie!
Zhu Chuideng asked kindly, "Are you clear about what you should do?"
Ye Xiaoman looked at Zhu Chuideng bitterly, "Excuse me, is this your first love? Otherwise, why are you reacting so strongly?"
Old bachelors all have unexpectedly delicate and sensitive hearts.
Zhu Chuideng's expression became more amiable. "Do you want to go by yourself, or do you want your uncle to give you a ride?"
Ye Xiaoman covered her butt to avoid being kicked off the magic circle by Zhu Chuideng. She was gloomy and walked to the center of the magic circle automatically. At an angle where Zhu Chuideng couldn't see her, she raised her middle finger to him.
Ye Xiaoman hated being forced to work for free the most. Every time she went on a mission, she would take something home with her. Zhu Chuideng didn't want to pay her and even threatened her life. She planned to take away Zhu Chuideng's legendary Niu Honghong treasure as long as she found the slightest opportunity.
The magic circle was activated again, and the light was dazzling.
Ye Xiaoman had learned from Jing Zhui's experience last time, so in order to avoid being burned by the light, she immediately closed her eyes.
Jing Zhui was rough and simple at the time, pressing her face directly against his chest. Zhu Chuideng walked over to Ye Xiaoman, smiled slightly, and put his straw hat on her head. Her messy bun pushed the hat up a bit, so he had to push it down slightly before he could help her put the hat on.
The light disappeared, and there was no one there.
"Next."
"One-ten-four-seven versus five-nine-one."
The gongs and drums sounded.
Ye Xiaoman heard waves of noisy sounds, countless people shouting at the top of their lungs, with one or two faint roars of pain mixed in.
She opened her eyes.
The transmission of the magic circle went smoothly, and she came to Jing Zhui's memory.
Ye Xiaoman immediately observed the environment and familiarized herself with the people around her in order to formulate the next strategy.
In front of me was an open circular field, at least as big as three or four football fields, with a paved edge made of huge stones.
The architectural style is very rough, and it can be seen that the designer and the user are not people who care much about enjoyment. It is in sharp contrast to the divine realm where luxury and splendor are the fashion.
Outside the venue was an endless desolate desert with endless yellow sand and a clear blue sky above her head. Ye Xiaoman felt a dry heat unique to the desert on her body.
Ye Xiaoman was squeezed into a crowd of people, surrounded by boys and girls of similar age. They were dressed differently from people in the human world, and their clothes were so cool that the conservative people would blush when they saw them.
The boys are either shirtless or wearing only a short shirt, they are tall and strong; the girls are wearing tube tops or wrapped in tulle, they are hot and bright.
Both men and women were well-built, spoke with vigor, and had rough manners. Some had completely human appearances, while others had horns on their foreheads and green faces and fangs.
Ye Xiaoman knew in her heart that these must be demons.
She tried to raise her neck and peer into the venue through the gap between people's heads and shoulders.
The atmosphere is so lively that if you throw a fire token into the air, it will explode.
A duel is taking place in the field.
Amid the cheers of the audience, a young girl and a young boy are fighting a desperate battle.
The girl used a spear and the boy used a hammer, both of them were in the Qi training stage, they could teleport, climb walls and fly over rooftops, their swords flashed with cold light, the two were equally strong, and in a short time they exchanged hundreds of moves, both of them had scars on their bodies, and half of their clothes were stained with blood.
There were several pools of blood on the ground. It was unclear whether they were shed by the two of them or by the people before them. The scene was very thrilling and tense.
After fighting for almost two hundred moves, the girl found a flaw and shot the boy through the heart.
The gongs and drums sounded again.
"Wujiuyi wins."
The sound came from the floating seats above the venue, where a dozen demons who looked like mentors sat, including men, women, young and old, and the main seat at the top was vacant.
The girl brandished her spear and shouted in celebration to the audience, while the defeated boy lay on the ground, wailing in despair.
Ye Xiaoman quickly understood why the loser was so afraid.
A bamboo stick was thrown down from the instructor's seat. The girl caught it, bowed and left.
A door opened on the wall of the venue, and with the hungry roar of the monster, a lion beast rushed out and ate the living boy.
Ye Xiaoman was shocked. This was a fight where only one of them could survive.
Despite such a cruel scene, none of the audience around her showed any expression of pity or fear. Someone among them would soon be the next person to be defeated and eaten, but they all acted as if nothing had happened. Perhaps they had become numb to it.
The weak have no need to survive, this belief has penetrated into the hearts of every demon.
"One hundred and eighty-three, against ten and fourteen."
The life-and-death duel on the field continues.
Ye Xiaoman looked around, searching for Jing Zhui in the crowd.
This is Jing Zhui's memory scene, and Jing Zhui should be around.
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