Chapter 157 The Essence of the Ancient Demon Clan

[I have been meeting with my classmates in the past two days. I haven't seen them for several years, and I have a lot of emotions... What remains the same is the friendship. How about everyone?

"Hung".

Although he had been prepared for a long time, Wang Qi, who entered the virtual shadow of the dragon, still had an inevitable struggle in his brain. All kinds of irritable and tyrannical ideas flashed from Wang Qi's sea of consciousness one by one, constantly destroying Wang Qi's calmness and analysis after being tempered, and constantly destroying Wang Qi's last adherence.

And the divine circle in Wang Qi's hand is also changing in the virtual shadow of the dragon. Compared with the changes in Wang Qi's soul, it is a pity that under the consciousness of Wang Qi's split, the divine circle connects the heavenly scars, steps on the causal trajectory of the wheel of fate, and gradually returns to its own beginning and receives the punishment of reincarnation. .

Watching the eternal divine circle gradually dissipate and turn into a fluffy golden powder floating in the air, Wang Qi's struggling soul can't help but be gloomy and immortal. This is the tireless pursuit and desire of many people and demons, but now he is now cruel to jump out of this demon refining weapon that has jumped out of the reincarnation. Pull it back again. I don't know if Wang Qi's demon ancestor has a spirit in heaven, will he not be able to rest in peace? Maybe this may be really fate!

The divine circle turns into layers of golden powder floating in the endless space, swinging a circle of golden ripples like a stone falling into the water, which looks deep and strange in the black space.

At the same time, Wang Qi can feel that the huge power melted by the divine circle is all hidden in that layer, and the deep golden circle is like a kind of inspiration. Wang Qi feels a familiar feeling hidden in the golden circle.

Unlike the familiarity of the ancient demon clan given by the power Tianhen of the cold king's demon refining weapon, Wang Qitong is more familiarity that makes Wang Qi's heart inexplicably desire, just like two relatives who have not been in contact for many years, coldly in a quiet cafe, drinking coffee with the same taste, and then drama The common recognition, the feeling inside gives Wang Qi a feeling of blood connection.

Before entering a circle, Wang Qi felt that his soul was slightly reduced by causal interference, until the end, Wang Qi could not even feel a trace of causal interference from the wheel of fate. Because he finally found the end of the golden circle.

It's a pair of dark gold pupils that are exactly like him, demonic and charming, bigger, more exquisite and more terrible than Wang Qi's. That's a real demon refinery! The peerless existence of developed potential.

At this time, the other party is like Wang Qi's first meeting with a little spirit in the sea of consciousness, and he can only see the general outline, but the real clothes are also hidden in the thick dark gold fog.

He is a real demon emperor. If the ancient demon clan has fallen to the point of half-human and half-demon like Wang Qi now, then the other party is undoubtedly a real monster. The cold and contemptuous eyes and surging demon spirit are far from the demons Wang Qi has seen in this world.

Perhaps only the style of the cold king and Xiaohei can be compared with it. If the cold king is not at the end of the road and Xiaohei is still growing up.

"Who are you?" Wang Qi couldn't help asking.

"Are you my ancestor?" The other party still stared at a pair of dark gold cold eyes and ignored Wang Qi's words, so Wang Qi had to continue to ask.

Through the color flashing of the other party's pupil, Wang Qi finally understood that the other party must be unable to answer his question and used the light of the pupil as the answer. If it flashes the golden light, it is a positive answer, and if it is a dark light, it is a negative answer.

"Ancestor, why are you here? Are you also like the cold king, forced to die... because of the causal fate of the wheel of fate?" Although he did not want to ask this sad question, Wang Qi still asked.

What you get is the alternate brilliance of dark gold, which is an ambiguous answer. It seems that things cannot be simply explained by 'yes' or 'no'! Wang Qi couldn't help saying secretly.

"Did the ancestors who stayed here have long guessed that I would one day meet the wheel of fate, entangled the causal fate of the ancient demon clan, and specially helped me?" Since the matter is very complicated, Wang Qi feels that he still relies on this opportunity to get through this difficult situation.

As soon as Wang Qi's question was asked, the golden light of the other party's eyes flashed.

"What are the ancestors going to do for me? Hurry up, I'm afraid I can't stand it outside." Seeing that the other party really left a move for his own disaster today, Wang Qi couldn't help saying eagerly.

With Wang Qi's words, the space changed again, and the layers of gold between them went straight along Wang Qi's dark gold pupils.

Wang Qi can feel the pain of the cone heart, not only from the real touch above the body, but also from the blazing pain in the depths of the soul.

Countless image fragments are intertwined in Wang Qi's mind and converge into a river. Wang Qi feels not fish-like relaxation and happiness, but a small water molecule condensed by various hatred and resentment that cuts Wang Qi's fragile nerves.

It is a purgatory-like world, gray and turbid, condensed in silence, as if it were the dirtiest and most terrible existence between heaven and earth.

Let Wang Qi can't help thinking of the 18-story hell under the legendary underworld. Although there is no sea of knives and fire, there is no shackles and iron frame, but somehow, Wang Qi feels very afraid and depressed, and even Wang Qi can feel his body tremble slightly, which is entirely due to the instinct of the ancient demon body. ?!

What kind of place is this! Even the ancient demons couldn't help but be afraid.

The image inside is like the ancestor Wang Qi just saw. It is gray. Wang Qi can't see the real entity inside. However, the pair of eyes with different demons, colors and sizes deeply shocked Wang Qi's heart.

What kind of eyes are that? The huge hatred is enough to devour all demons, and the deep fear is enough to control all demons. It is a kind of despair, a kind of revenge, and a thirst for life. Others may be hard to imagine how there can there are two extremes like them in the world. Emotion, even Wang Qi, has never met such a pair of eyes.

However, now, Wang Qi not only saw, but also saw countless pairs, just like a sad field. Wang Qi read sadness from those pairs of eyes and said something very embarrassed. Wang Qi even had an impulse to cry.

Oh—

Roar——

Jie——

......

I don't know what happened, the silence of the almost dead was suddenly broken, and all kinds of beasts and wild birds were like thunder in the sky, rolling away and shaking the whole world.

Demon clan! The owner of those pair of eyes turned out to be a demon! It turned out to be a demon clan with the same lineage as Wang Qi!

No wonder I feel inexplicably sad. No wonder I feel angry inexplicably. It turns out that what has just shocked me all the time is my compatriots, the branch of their blood - the ancient demon clan.

The sad cry kept rushed into Wang Qi's mind, expanding and expanding. Wang Qi almost felt that his seven orifices had bled, but the horror was far from over.

It is still that place, there are still countless pairs of such eyes, still such sad screams, and still the feelings that make Wang Qi feel painless. Wang Qi finally understands that the essence of the ancient demon clan is not the master of the world, nor is it the proud son of heaven.

is a pure avenger, a living in hatred and burning his soul.

Boom——

With this epiphany, Wang Qi finally entered the last layer given to the human race by the heavenly way - the realm of nine turns.

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