Volume 3: The Sword That Shines on the Demon Clan Chapter 144: You have low-level demonic powers but you are pretending to be stupid in front of me?
Wang Chen naturally didn't want to die, but he didn't want to gamble everything on Di Nian. Facing this old ghost that had existed for thousands of years, if he didn't have a trump card, he would be eaten without leaving even a bone.
At this moment, he relied on two things: one was the method to break the barrier. As long as he could hold Jin Peng back, he would be able to break through the space sooner or later.
Another thing is that he can understand the ancient demon language spoken by the White-Robed Emperor.
The deeper the White-Robed Emperor's thoughts were at this moment, the more it proved how excited he was when he discovered that he could speak the ancient demon language. It was like a fire was ignited in his heart after thousands of years of despair.
So he would never miss himself.
Wang Chen calmed himself down and said, "Although there are many little ghosts, I am the only one who understands the ancient demon language and can come to you."
He didn't know whether the White-Robed Emperor's Thoughts could help him escape, and if the White-Robed Emperor's Thoughts couldn't help him escape, he might still wait for Xiao Yao to break through the space.
Therefore, Wang Chen was not panicked at the moment. If he was a little panicked, he would definitely not be able to hide it from the White-Robed Emperor. At that time, his bargaining advantage would change drastically.
There was silence for a moment.
The White-robed Emperor Nian suddenly said in a vicissitudes of life: "There are two kinds of death in the world. One is the extinction of life, and the other is that no one in this world remembers you or mentions you anymore. At this time, you are truly and completely dead. The more glorious a person was in his life, the more he cannot accept this kind of death, and he even fears it."
"The Demon Emperor Tongtian has fallen. Before his fall, his consciousness transformed into nine clones, and I don't know how many of them have disappeared at this moment."
“Even I don’t know when it will dissipate. The task given to us by the main body is to find a successor to pass on the inheritance of Tongtian Demon Emperor and let Tongtian Demon Emperor survive in another way…”
Di Nian shook his head and sighed, seeming to be hesitant to speak.
The legendary inheritance of the Demon Emperor Tongtian and the earnest imperial thoughts would make any young demon respectfully request that the inheritance be passed on, or even be bestowed upon himself.
However, Wang Chen said indifferently: "Then you are lucky, the fat man outside has the blood of the mythical beast Hydra. And in the ongoing inheritance trial, seven young heroes of the demon race will receive the inheritance. Then your long-cherished wish can be fulfilled. You can die with peace of mind."
Wang Chen looked happy for Di Nian, but he didn't respond to Di Nian's words at all.
This refusal to budge made Di Nian look a little ugly, but he still persuaded him: "The inheritance from the outside world is just to select the heirs who are truly qualified to obtain the inheritance. And the top three at the moment, including the little ghost outside who has merged the blood of the nine-headed snake, are just the little ghosts who practiced here and went out to play. The real inheritance of the Tongtian Demon Emperor is not prepared for them."
"Fused with the Hydra bloodline? Are you kidding?" Wang Chen was shocked.
The information revealed in these words shocked him.
It turns out that Jiuwang's bloodline is not innate, and he is actually a demon who cultivates here? And judging from Emperor Nian's tone, there is more than one demon who has merged the bloodline of divine beasts?
Wang Chen recalled the scene where Jiuwang suddenly stretched out his hand from the void and attacked him.
"So this is a place for cultivation? But what is this Golden Peng? His aura is not that of a creation, and it is far from being as powerful as a real divine beast."
This discovery allowed Wang Chen to instantly connect a large amount of information, but there were still many unclear points.
At this moment, the sky was already covered with golden clouds. "Ding-ling, ding-ling."
The melodious bell sounds like the camel bells in the Gobi Desert, melodious and profound, yet it strikes the depths of the soul.
Wang Chen and Emperor Nian in white raised their heads at the same time and looked towards the sky.
After this period of delay, the golden clouds in the sky had solidified into a solid entity, emitting a bright color like liquid mercury, and the sound of the silver bells came from the clouds.
Then, the clouds began to move slowly.
The White-robed Emperor Nian saw this scene and suddenly laughed, "Haha, little brat, you are doomed. Once this sword rain calamity cloud takes shape, it will cover this area. Then, golden swords will rain down from the sky, slicing your flesh and piercing your bones. Your cunning heart will also be torn into pieces. Then I want to see if you will really not cry out in pain and become a Buddha and leave!"
"Kneel down now and kowtow to me and beg me to pass on a little bit of my inheritance to you. Perhaps there is still hope ."
After the White-robed Emperor Nian finished speaking, he looked at Wang Chen expectantly. He wanted to see whether Wang Chen's expression at this moment would still maintain that hateful look as if everything was under control.
When he saw this, he was stunned.
Wang Chen, who was still flying in this space just now, obviously trying to delay time, suddenly stopped.
Look up.
Look up at the sky.
Just like above the sky, there is what he wants to see most in his heart.
Chant!
With a long cry, the golden roc flew into the sky at this moment, and under the golden cloud, it spread its golden wings.
In the sky, the sound of silver bells became more and more urgent, and the golden clouds squirmed more violently.
Golden swords poked out from the clouds and slowly spread out.
The tip of the sword...the blade...
At first it was as rough as a sword embryo, but in a short period of time, the sword embryo was reborn and turned into a golden suspended sharp blade, standing upside down in the air.
The entire sky was filled with countless flying swords, so densely packed that if one looked upwards, countless holes would appear all over the sky.
In Wang Chen's eyes, this scene reflected a golden color, as if a dazzling golden flame was ignited.
Between breaths...
He stood in the air like this, with the sword in his hand moving rapidly along an inexplicable trajectory, spreading out countless golden silk threads.
The golden threads danced in the air, spreading out in all directions, covering an area of dozens of feet around him.
"What's this?"
The white-robed emperor focused his attention on the fluttering golden silk ribbon, and saw that from the golden silk ribbon, long swords formed by sword energy kept emerging, but then disappeared into the void.
He suddenly felt a sense of disbelief that he hadn't felt in thousands of years: "He is imitating Jin Peng's sword pool?"
"How is this possible?"
The flowing golden clouds in the sky have turned into pictures in Wang Chen's eyes.
At the first glance, he felt that the flowing shape of the golden cloud was familiar, and at the second glance, he was already immersed in it and unable to extricate himself.
On that day, in the string of inherited Buddhist beads, Tongtian Demon Emperor preached for a whole day. Even though he had a strong comprehension ability, because the theory of cultivation techniques in the world of cultivation was completely different from that of the demon clan, he only had a rough understanding of it. In the end, what he gained was in stark contrast to this great opportunity.
This almost became a source of worry for Wang Chen, just like knowing that this opportunity was profound and rare, but being unable to enter.
Today, the sword energy around the Golden Peng accumulated in the air, and was circulated by him using the method inherited from the divine beast, turning into countless sharp swords. This method of controlling swords is not only consistent with the basic sword lotus of the Qiankun Sword Sect's swordsmanship, but more importantly, it actually coincides with part of the content of the teachings of the Demon Emperor Tongtian.
This is equivalent to the Demon Emperor Tongtian evolving the obscure and unspeakable Tao through the mystery of the Tao between heaven and earth and the inheritance of the law of nature flowing in the blood of the divine beast, and transforming it into a series of slow-moving pictures.
"wrong,"
"wrong,"
"It's still not right."
Wang Chen was surrounded by golden silk ribbons, rippling like layers of golden waves.
In a short period of time, he had tried dozens of methods of condensation, but one of them failed in the end.
The white-robed Emperor Nian opened his eyes wide and stared at Wang Chen, watching the golden swords in the sword pool covering his body rise straight up and then twist and dissipate in mid-air.
“He failed.”
" Humph." The White-clothed Emperor Nian snorted coldly and felt relieved: "This little brat has low-level demonic power but is pretending to be stupid in front of me?"
"It took me ten years to comprehend the sword pool and trap the golden roc with a magic array. This fool really thinks he can evolve the sword pool in such a short time. He is simply courting death."
In his heart, he wanted to see Wang Chen turned into pieces, but he also felt it was a pity that someone who could communicate with him died here.
