Chapter 890 I Have Brothers
Lu Qi, who was bound in mid-air by the demonic energy, also echoed Jing Zhui and mocked the Demon Lord, "You still want to build a world of truth, goodness and beauty? You almost made me forget that you are a demon, but a fool from the human race."
The Demon Lord looked at Jing Zhui expectantly: "Demon Lord, join hands with me."
"I'm not interested," Jing Zhui said indifferently, "You're not qualified either."
He asked the Demon Lord, "Who are you?"
The Demon Lord said disappointedly: "I am Murong Chun, the current Demon Lord."
Jing Zhui said, "You are not."
Demon Lord: “Oh?”
Jing Zhui calmly pointed out, "You have a very decayed smell about you, like a monster that has lived for too long."
Lu Qi was shocked again.
"The Demon God is worthy of being a Demon God. He saw through my disguise at a glance." The Demon Lord said with a smile, "Speaking of which, I am much older than the Demon God."
"When you swept across the six realms, I wondered how far this little brat could go. Unfortunately, before I could even consider whether or not to lend you a hand, you died at the hands of the Justice League. It's really..."
The Demon Lord paused, "I'm disappointed."
Jing Zhui stood up from the throne and walked down the stairs step by step. He snapped his fingers, and the evil energy controlling Lu Qi was destroyed. Lu Qi regained his freedom, touched his neck and coughed, and followed Jing Zhui.
The Demon Lord took several steps back exaggeratedly: "Master Demon, we are just chatting, what are you doing?"
Jing Zhui said simply: "Kill you."
The Demon Lord nodded seriously.
"You're right. Since the cooperation has collapsed, it would be best to kill the person who knew about it in order to prevent the news from leaking out."
Lu Qi gnashed his shark teeth: "How dare you kill the demon god? Who gave you the courage?"
The Demon Lord said worriedly, "I don't have the courage. Although the Demon God only has a remnant of his soul left, I don't think anyone in the world would dare to test his true strength."
The Demon Lord clapped his hands, "Fortunately, I called a few helpers in advance."
Ten monks slowly walked in from outside the hall and surrounded Jing Zhui and Lu Qi.
When Lu Qi saw the appearance of the person who came, his expression changed drastically. He was a hundred times more shocked than when he found out that the strength of the Demon Lord was at the true fairyland and heard that the Demon Lord was older than the Demon God!
In the path of cultivating immortals, only a few can reach the top.
The world of cultivation records the powerful figures of each era in historical records for future generations to admire. Because they are so rare, remembering them is not difficult. Therefore, cultivators know the appearance, common magical tools, and the Dao methods of the supreme masters like the back of their hands, and can recognize them just by standing in front of them.
Lu Qi recognized it.
"The Demon Emperor of Heavenly Slaughter proves his truth through killing and slaughters all living things."
"The old demon who destroyed the world once shattered a world with his own strength."
"The Burning Sky Demon Lord controls the world-destroying demonic flames and burns everything."
"Wherever the demon of disaster goes, great calamity will befall."
"The Chaos Demon Envoy, rumor has it, was born at the beginning of the universe, burdened with endless calamities. He once ruled the Nine Netherworlds, and all demons bowed to him..."
One terrible name after another came out of Lu Qi's mouth.
Lu Qi was so shocked that he was incoherent: "You... why are all the seniors gathered here, and in this form..."
Lu Qi was so frightened that he almost lost his soul. He looked at Jing Zhui, "Your Majesty!"
Jing Zhui was rarely surprised.
In an era, there are only two or three people who can cultivate to the realm of true immortality. Those in front of him are all cultivators in the realm of true immortality. They are only half a step away from ascending and have the power to destroy the world.
The scary thing is that these people have been collectively turned into soulless puppets, completely reduced to walking corpses, and are only driven by others.
This situation makes people think more. What kind of terrifying person is it that can turn such powerful monks into puppets in batches!
Jing Zhui turned his mask and looked at the Demon Lord.
"Your Majesty," Lu Qi said solemnly, "We may not be able to defeat him."
Three or five people can fight, but ten True Immortals together will be completely defeated with Jing Zhui's residual soul state.
Lu Qi summoned his natal magic sword: "I will stop them, you go ahead."
The Demon Lord stood on the periphery and said with a smile: "I never thought that the Demon God would eventually fall at my hands."
"You're too proud," Jing Zhui said, "I have help."
The Demon Lord thought Jing Zhui was just bragging and mocked him:
"What capable helpers do you have? Of the ten former demon generals, only Lu Qi remains with you. The demon army is still sealed under the Mobei Demon Abyss and cannot move."
"How dare you, a mere remnant soul, act so arrogantly in front of me?"
Jing Zhui thought about the self-proclaimed names of those men Ye Xiaoman had met.
"Well," he turned a deaf ear to the Demon Lord's taunts, "I have some brothers."
Jing Zhui sent a message to Zhu Chuideng, transmitting his location: [We're having a party tonight, come quickly.]
Zhu Chuideng also planned to enter the secret realm to meet Ye Xiaoman tonight. Unlike those reckless young people like Ji Wenyi, he would send a message to Ye Xiaoman asking if they could meet before entering the secret realm.
The competition with Ye Xiaoman is very crucial. Although Zhu Chuideng misses her, he also knows his limits.
After Zhu Chuideng sent the message, he did not receive a reply from Ye Xiaoman for a long time, but he was unwilling to give up, so he waited patiently until midnight.
Suddenly received an invitation from Jing Zhui.
Zhu Chuideng raised his eyebrows and his heart skipped a beat.
Jing Zhui's recent invitations, one or two times, were all about asking him to join Ye Xiaoman for spiritual practice. When Jing Zhui asked him about it, he said Ye Xiaoman had become too arrogant recently and that she no longer cared about a one-person game. She would only come if the stakes were higher.
Zhu Chuideng is happy to do so.
The more times they play together, the more he will forget that Jing Zhui is his nemesis.
Zhu Chuideng was like a young boy who had just fallen in love. Surprised, he did not look carefully at the address given by Jing Zhui, but looked at the mirror. His uncle tidied up his appearance nervously.
Seeing his excited and anxious expression in the mirror, he coughed lightly with embarrassment, then he became interested and activated the advanced space teleportation spell, coming directly to Jing Zhui's side.
Then he faced the ten True Fairyland puppets directly.
Zhu Chuideng: "..."
Zhu Chuideng looked at Mo Zun and Lu Qi in surprise, and turned to ask Jing Zhui in confusion.
"What about her?"
Jing Zhui: "Not here."
Zhu Chuideng: "Then why did you call me over here?"
Jing Zhui: "Help fight."
Zhu Chuideng felt that he had been deeply deceived.
Jing Zhui frowned in disgust, "Did you wear perfume?"
Zhu Chuideng: "..."
Jing Zhui: "It's a high-end product purchased from a God Clan merchant."
Zhu Chuideng: "Can't I dress myself up?"
Jing Zhui: "No. It's disgusting."
Zhu Chuideng: "..."
The Demon Lord listened to the conversation between Jing Zhui and Zhu Chuideng. The two of them seemed to ignore the serious situation in front of them, which made him feel unhappy about being ignored.
He forced a smile, as if he saw the sky falling and it was incredible.
As everyone knows, Zhu Chuideng and Jing Zhui are sworn enemies, and it was Zhu Chuideng who chopped off Jing Zhui's head himself.
"I never thought that the Ghost Lord and the Demon God would become friends..."
"brother?"
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