As the immortals bestowed divine weapons and sealed the demon tomb, the strength of the demon sect shrank, and now only one remains on the top of the holy volcano."

"Could they be able to borrow the power of the Demon Grave in this temple?" Although Meng Qi has little experience in the world, his "knowledge" is still very broad, so he may have to guard against this aspect.

The elder surnamed Chen thought for a while and said uncertainly: "Maybe, in any case, we have to be extremely vigilant."

After another routine search, Meng Qi stood up like a brass Arhat statue and held a dark red evil-suppressing knife. He stepped into the temple door first, and this time, Jiang Zhiwei raised his sword to protect him.

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For some reason, the inside of the temple is exceptionally clean, with no trace of sand or dust at all. It is in sharp contrast to the ruins outside that are submerged in yellow sand, and is quite magical.

Right in front of the temple, there is a statue of a god enshrined. Unlike the one in the ruined temple, this statue is well preserved, allowing Meng Qi to see the "grace" of the demon lord.

It has a light black background, three heads and six arms. Some of the faces are ferocious, some are hateful, and some are indifferent. The only thing they have in common is that there is a dark magic mark between the eyebrows, which is evil and filthy. Some of the arms hold swords, and some hold swords.

Some lift knives, some hold seals, some lift bottles, and some hold palm wheels.

The most eye-catching one is the one in front of you. The palm is wide, almost twice as long as the other palms. The nails are like swords, extending three inches. The back of the hand is densely covered with dark black patterns, with a dizzying eccentricity.

, evil, depravity and bloodshed, it also makes people feel an unimaginable hatred, hating the heaven and the father-in-law, hating the things on earth, hating people's pleasure, hating things that are not one's own, hating the trouble of cause and effect, hating the cruelty of fate, hating oneself for not killing enough.

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A seemingly ordinary statue of a god can actually give people such a strong feeling, as if it could have been carved by an extraordinary person!

"I heard that the founder of the Demon Sect is a master carver. When I saw him today, he really lived up to his reputation." The elder surnamed Chen said with emotion.

Suddenly, Luo Shengyi took a step back and shook his head slightly, causing Meng Qi to raise his sword, thinking that the enemy was coming.

"No." Luo Shengyi said quickly and rubbed his temples, "I was just too focused on the pattern on that palm, trying to distinguish it. As a result, I was mentally exhausted and dizzy."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! I am afraid you want to remember these patterns that are not mortal at first glance... Meng Qi muttered, even if these are just mortal carvings of the leader of the Demon Cult, it is rare to find a real claw.

One ten thousandth of the divine marrow, but it is at least somewhat magical.

Looking back now, he found that he couldn't remember those patterns. Even when he looked at them with a little force, he would have ups and downs of emotions, feelings of murderous hatred and so on, and he could hardly control himself.

"Don't delay, you can find something for rubbing when you return." Jiang Zhiwei reminded.

Everyone who was seduced by the statue of the Demon Lord suddenly woke up and searched the hall for any remaining traces of Gu Xiaosang and Di Zun.

Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei did not move, standing in the center so that others could be rescued in time if they were attacked.

"When I heard the legend of the Demon Lord before, I thought it sounded familiar to me. Now that I saw this demon statue, I finally remembered why it sounded familiar to me." Suddenly, Jiang Zhiwei's sweet oriole-like voice directly sounded in Meng Qi's ears.

She is transmitting the message into the secret.

Meng Qi had already been taught the method of transmitting sounds into secrets by her, so he imitated her and said, "Why?"

Jiang Zhiwei spoke very quickly: "Because our world also has the legend of the Demon Lord, who is one of the top powers in the age of mythology."

"Are the legends the same?" Meng Qi was stunned.

Jiang Zhiwei said simply: "Similar but slightly different, the legend here is that the Demon Lord broke into the Nine Heavens and was killed by the immortals, and his body fell to the ground. The myth of our world is that the Demon Lord led the Nine Nether Demons and creatures from the Demon World to attack the Heaven.

, caused a huge demonic disaster, and was finally killed by the Emperor of Heaven with the Heavenly Seal. The demon world was also destroyed in this battle, and Jiuyou has been hidden in the world since then."

"It sounds really similar..." Meng Qi was slightly frightened when he heard it at the same time. It was too similar, right? There seemed to be no difference between the Nine Heavens, the Immortal, the Heavenly Court, and the Heavenly Emperor. "In the mythology of our world,

, where is the remaining body of the Demon Lord?"

"I don't know, because the records of the fall of Heaven are unknown. Maybe Xuantian Sect will know something about it." Jiang Zhi said with some thought.

The Xuantian Sect is known as the inheritance of the Heavenly Emperor because tens of thousands of years ago, their founding ancestor discovered the ruins of the Heavenly Court under the Jade Emperor Mountain and obtained the Time Sword and part of the Heavenly Emperor's Jade Book.

Meng Qi thought that this demon lord could be the other demon lord, but the level of strength in this world is too bad, right?

"Being able to attack Heaven, the Demon Lord's strength is really terrifying. I wonder what level he has reached?" Meng Qi asked doubtfully.

Jiang Zhiwei pondered for a moment: "It is said that the Demon Lord opened the Demon Realm in the void, and the strength of the realm can be imagined. Later, the Nine Heavens disappeared, the Heavenly Court collapsed, and the Emperor of Heaven fell. It is said that there are hidden dangers laid by the battle with the Demon Lord."

She didn't know how many realms Dharmakaya had, or whether there were other realms above, so she could only describe it based on hearsay.

"The Emperor of Heaven fell and the Heavenly Palace collapsed. Who did it?"

Hearing Jiang Zhiwei mention this matter for the second time, Meng Qi couldn't help but ask, this is definitely not something ordinary powerful people can do.

Jiang Zhiwei shook her head: "This is an ancient secret, but there are records that suddenly one day, the ladder to the sky broke, and the heaven fell from the sky. Smoke and dust covered the earth for nine days. From then on, it was called the Nine Heavens of the Immortal World by ordinary people.
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