Chapter 115

"Nine Armed Heavenly Demon" Fei Chen.

The founder of the ancient god religion, the first generation leader.

The origin is a mystery, about 800 years ago, it appeared in the vast land of Shenzhou without any warning, and ran rampant in the world with the blood of the demon and the nine-style great demon hand.

No one knows his past life experience, nor his teacher's origin.

Therefore, there are often rumors that he comes from beyond the sky, and does not belong to this vast land of Shenzhou.

When the nine-armed demon appeared in the world, he was already one of the top powerhouses in the vast land of Shenzhou at that time. He dominated the southern wasteland, established the original foundation of the ancient god religion, and recruited many believers. Based on Guangdong and Xiangzhou, Constantly expanding and encroaching in all directions.

Soon, in addition to the alien races in the north, another serious trouble appeared in the south of the Great Xia Dynasty in Central China.

Therefore, Fei Chen is also known as the first ancestor of the Demon Cult.

He renamed the largest active volcano in the Southern Wilderness to Ancient God Peak, set up the Zhurong Burning Heaven Formation here, and planted the Heavenly Demon Blood Tree, single-handedly laying the foundation for the Ancient God Sect or the Demon Sect.

The Nine-armed Heavenly Demon has reigned for more than seventy years, making him the longest-serving leader in the history of the Demon Cult.

But then he disappeared mysteriously, and his whereabouts became a mystery.

Just like when he was alive.

No one knows its origin, and no one knows its life and death.

The most mysterious magic master in the history of the vast land of China, he appeared in the world without warning, and disappeared without warning.

Fortunately, the Devil's Cult is already strong at this moment, and the strong are like clouds. The second generation leader succeeded, so that the Devil's Cult is still standing in the southern part of China, and looking north to the Central Plains, it has continued to grow and develop until now.

But the whereabouts of the "nine-armed demon" Fei Chen is still a mystery within the Demon Cult.

For the majority of ordinary believers, it is generally the first generation of the ancestors who walked the world and preached to all generations.

After the foundation of Shenzhou Haotu was established, the old man left through the sky and continued his journey.

However, it was circulated in the small circle of the high-ranking powerhouses of the Demon Cult that there was still no definite answer about Fei Chen's whereabouts.

Until now, Chen Luoyang finally met the legendary first leader of the Demon Cult.

He was furious.

The genius method of diverting the water from the Dragon River to flood the volcano is also the last plan left by the founder of the mountain.

Whenever he remembered that he was almost bombed into the sky twice because of this person, Chen Luoyang wished he could drag him out of the grave and flog his corpse.

Before, I had no choice but to find the whereabouts of the other party.

Now that the other party actually came to the door on his own initiative, why should he be polite to him?

Of course, he stepped on the ground with one foot.

The opponent's current state is obviously dying.

Eight hundred years already exceeded Fei Chen's theoretical lifespan limit.

The other party was able to breathe a sigh of relief until now, it is more likely because of that weird mirror.

With the help of ancient mirrors to seal the body and the golden body, only the remnant soul can be protected from death.

Therefore, Chen Luoyang had no psychological burden. He could avenge his enemies, retaliate against his grievances, and flatten and round each other.

Especially when he kicked the black portrait over with his first kick, through actual contact, Chen Luoyang was completely sure that the other party had no strength left.

So the second foot was honest and blunt, and stepped on the face of the portrait.

Legend of Shenzhou, the first leader of the Demon Cult, was completely dumbfounded at this moment.

In the eyes of the portrait, black light flashed several times in succession before making a sound.

"Who are you...how did you steal the fruit of the heavenly demon and cultivate my blood of the heavenly demon..."

The first reaction in the consciousness of the first generation leader at this moment is that the other party is not a member of the Demon Cult. He somehow stole the fruit of the Heavenly Demon Blood Tree and cultivated the Heavenly Demon Blood, so that he misjudged that the other party was his descendant.

If he is not a member of the Demon Cult, he naturally disrespects him, the first ancestor of the Demon Cult.

Chen Luoyang stared at him: "The eighteenth generation leader of the divine sect, Chen Luoyang."

The pitch-black portrait seemed to fall into silence for a while, and it took a long time to come back to his senses: "Presumptuous! I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Luoyang stepped down again, stepped on the face of the portrait, and shut the rest of the sentence back into his mouth.

Then, Chen Luoyang took his foot away.

"If you have something to say, don't put on airs. If your time is really precious, if you waste it on such nonsense, you will regret it."

"Zizi is rampant, I don't know that a catastrophe is approaching, my foundation is completely destroyed by your hands!" In the deep voice of the black man, there is anger: "I will have no regrets, the foundation that has been ruined by you, if not Completely destroyed, once and for all.”

Chen Luoyang was unmoved, but he did not continue to act: "Scaremongering."

He said in a flat tone: "The vast land of Shenzhou has been completely in my hands. The glory of my divine religion has been the only ruler and supreme existence in this world."

Chen Luoyang lowered his head and looked down at the lacquered black statue: "It's true that you created the foundation of the divine religion, but you are only trapped in a corner. In my hands, the religious religion has reached an unprecedented peak. And you are already the dust of history."

He spoke wildly, but his heart became calmer and he observed the other party carefully.

A sneer sounded from the pitch-black portrait, and the sound became louder and louder.

"You are a frog at the bottom of the well." Fei Chen said coldly: "I set up the Zhurong Burning Heaven Formation back then, why do you think it is? Just to protect the success and guard against the people in this vast land of China? It's ridiculous. You sit in a well and watch the sky, and you don't know what's outside the well. The sky is huge."

Chen Luoyang said expressionlessly: "The Zhurong Burning Heaven Formation you set up exploded by yourself not long ago, almost destroying the entire main altar. How bad."

Fei Chen: "..."

The two stared at each other for a long time.

"Once the Zhurong Burning Heaven Formation is destroyed, the hope of saving our sect is much smaller." There was no anger in Fei Chen's voice, only deep exhaustion and unwillingness.

Chen Luoyang made a volley with his hands, and the black-painted statue stood up again, a little more polite than before: "What do you mean by the crisis you're talking about?"

"Heavenly demons!" A voice came from the portrait: "The people of Shenzhou are stupid and call us demons, but they don't know that real demons may come to this world at any time. Right now..."

Fei Chen said slowly: "...their footsteps are getting closer and closer. In the past, when my life was approaching, I wandered outside and found that they were about to move, and it was difficult to return to the mountain to inform the congregation when I was dying. Self-sealed, forced to keep it alive, and leave it to future generations."

Chen Luoyang said: "It's been more than seven hundred years since you disappeared, and I have never seen the evil spirit you mentioned."

"They have a big appetite, bigger than you imagined, and now they are ready..." Fei Chen's tone was dignified and deep.

Chen Luoyang asked calmly: "All you have learned is from them?"

"I don't have much time, my life is short, it's nothing to worry about, let's let it go later." Fei Chen said: "Although you are wild and disrespectful, you are the last hope of my ancient god religion, my last effort, Help you bear and absorb my legacy, and make your cultivation to a higher level. In the catastrophe, I hope to protect the safety of the ancient god religion, even if it is not enough, I will die without regret."

Chen Luoyang stared at the black-painted portrait for a while, then blinked: "What should I do?"