Genius Demon Empress

In the deepest part of the Emperor's Demon Palace, there is a well with a square mouth. There is no sweet water in the well, but only chaotic darkness.

Even the brightest shark beads in the world cannot break through the darkness in this well, which is also called the Well of Chaos.

This well has existed in the world for millions of years and is closely related to the prosperity of the Imperial Demon Clan in the past dynasties.

Only the direct blood relatives of the Emperor Demon Clan know that this well is the entrance to the Emperor Demon's Underground Palace.

Thousands of years ago, after Emperor Demon Wuya sealed himself into this well, there was no movement in the well's tomb, and only chaotic darkness was always floating on its surface.

The once prosperous Imperial Demon Palace experienced the death of many princes and princesses, and the three demon concubines fled to their respective tribes, leaving the palace in a state of depression.

Zong Shaoqing walked past the eaves of the palace and stood by the Well of Chaos.

In his hand, blood dripped onto the Chaos Well. When the blood was mixed into the darkness, the entire well mouth was like a boiling water that was suddenly boiled. The dark energy of Chaos was constantly stirring up and down.

Only the blood of the Emperor Demon Clan can open the Well of Chaos.

Without the blood of the Emperor Demon as a guide, even the three Demon Concubines of the Demon Clan would not be able to step into the underground palace, let alone the Holy Beast Clan.

The black air on the Chaos Well gradually dispersed, and a stone step made of white marble was gradually revealed in the black air.

The jade steps are winding and winding, leading to nowhere.

The chaotic air blowing up from the bottom of the Chaos Well cannot be said to be damp or dull.

Zong Shaoqing walked down the stairs. When he finished the tenth step, he looked back and saw that the entrance to the Chaos Well had disappeared.

The white marble steps are very long. The first section of the road was chaotic. After walking through nearly a thousand steps, the vision suddenly became clear.

Thousand-year-old shark pearls were suspended on both sides of the steps. With the appearance of the shark pearls, Zong Shaoqing saw an imperial coffin.

That's right, it's the Emperor Demon's Coffin.

The Emperor Demon Underground Palace is also the place where the corpses of emperors and demons of all dynasties were buried.

Demons, who go against heaven, cannot turn into gods after death, and can only be buried in underground palaces where they never see the light of day.

Each emperor's coffin is carved with majestic totems and the names of the emperors and demons.

Zong Shaoqing saw the coffin of the first Emperor Demon among these emperor coffins. He did not pause at his feet, but just walked down expressionlessly.

When the white marble steps reached the ninety-nine thousandth step, there was no way forward.

Beside the last stone steps, Zong Shaoqing saw a giant coffin.

The giant coffin was ten meters high, five meters wide, and more than twenty meters long. At the bottom of the giant coffin, there were four dragons hovering. The dragons spit out black chaotic energy from time to time, nourishing the giant coffin.

There was a strong heartbeat in the giant coffin.

The Emperor Demon Wuya was sleeping in that giant coffin.

One heartbeat is louder than the other. After thousands of years of training, the strongest member of the Imperial Demon Clan, who once made the Holy Beast Clan and even the gods in the sky extremely fearful, is about to wake up.

The demon race is endless, and whenever there is a crisis, a powerful demon tribe will emerge from the sky. Several of Emperor Mo Wuya's descendants have withered away and are connected with flesh and blood. Ying Wuya must have felt it.

Zong Shaoqing walked to the giant coffin. The four evil dragons immediately glared at each other and spewed poisonous gas that could make people suffocate.

Zong Shaoqing turned a blind eye. With a flick of his fingertips, divine purple fire eclipsed the surrounding shark beads.

Zong Shaoqing inherited the bloodline of his mother, the witch sect, and also carried the supreme demonic blood of the Emperor Demon. He also experienced ninety-nine body snatchings over ten thousand years, tempering the ninety-nine body snatching fires. , enough to swallow up the sky and fill the sea.

The divine purple fire is the fire of purification and the aftermath of destruction.

Even the ancient evil dragon couldn't help but cower when it saw such divine and demonic fire, and did not dare to move rashly.

The fire in Zong Shaoqing's hand has not been ignited for a long time.

He stared at the emperor's coffin. Emperor Mo Wuya hadn't woken up yet. This was the best time to kill him.

Capture the supreme demonic body of Emperor Demon Wuya, and become a true powerhouse in the two planes of stars and stars for thousands of years, this is the last wish of the Witch Sect.

But when this time came, Zong Shaoqing hesitated.

From the moment he was born, he already knew that his fate could not escape the grudges and hatred between the Heavenly Witch Clan, the Demon Clan, and the Holy Beasts.

For these ten thousand years, he just silently followed his mother's arrangements.

In front of people, he is the God of the Palace, with his heart as clear as a mirror. Behind people, he is the son of the demon who shoulders the name of the revival of the Tianwu clan.

His destiny followed the established trajectory for ten thousand years without any deviation.

But it wasn't until today that he began to question whether everything he did was correct.

Why did he kill his brothers and his father for the sake of the previous generation and the long-defunct Sky Witch Clan? If he killed several other descendants of the demon royal family for his own survival, then the demon who took away his biological father would Body, and for what?

Who can tell him what it is for.

The divine purple fire in Zong Shaoqing's hand kept beating, just like his mood at the moment.

With complicated and conflicting feelings, Zong Shaoqing did not immediately burn the underground palace. He slowly put away the purple fire.

Putting his hand on the giant coffin, he felt the distant, unfamiliar yet extremely familiar heartbeat coming from the deepest part of the giant coffin.

He vaguely remembered the man's heartbeat.

When he was a child and had no particularly clear memory, he vaguely remembered that the man once held him in his arms.

He remembered the heartbeat, the heartbeat of joy as a father, and the man's cheerful smile could vaguely be heard.

The hands involuntarily exerted their strength, and the heavy lid of the giant coffin was pushed open, making a rumbling sound like thunder.

In the coffin, the body as tall as a mountain was sleeping quietly.

With facial features carved like knives and axes, and still a strong body, the emperor and demon have no boundaries. Even if he has been sleeping for thousands of years, he is still the greatest king of the demon clan.

Suddenly, a pair of purple eyes jumped into his eyes.

As if stunned, Zong Shaoqing saw those eyes, which were almost identical to his own.

His eye color was inherited from his father, purple, the color of the demon emperor.

My devil, the only demon bloodline left in the world, you are finally here. Was she the one who asked you to kill me? A low male voice, like a dragon's roar, filled my ears.

In Ying Wu Ya, the emperor demon from ten thousand years ago was confronting Zong Shaoqing.

Four dragons soared into the air and turned into four dragon chains, trapping Zong Shaoqing's hands and feet.

You lost the best opportunity to kill me. You are no better than your mother. The female clan, that cruel woman, I have been obsessed with her for thousands of years, but she is still unwilling to let go of her obsession. Even so , why do I need to hold on any longer. When the Emperor Demon returns, I will definitely make the four major planes tremble. Ninety-nine times of seizing the body, the Witch Sect, you taught your son well, today, I will use your son to sacrifice Practice my nine-turn Chen-making skill, Emperor Demon's stern face showed looks of anger and madness alternately.

The moment Zong Shaoqing pushed open the giant coffin, Emperor Mo Wuya woke up.

In the underground palace, thousands of Emperor Demon coffins were suspended in the air, and thousands of Emperor Demon Sha Yin Pills were like stars in the sky, surrounding Emperor Demon Wuya.

Zong Shaoqing's expression suddenly changed. He understood that he had missed the best opportunity to kill Ying Wuya and fell into an irreversible predicament.