I'm badly injured, but I'm number one

Chapter 153 Demon Realm Chronicles

Time goes back to when the projection faded away.

The forbidden land of demons.

The deepest part of the underground palace.

The inner cores of sea beasts were piled up everywhere, and extremely rich spiritual energy was emanating continuously from these inner cores.

The faint blue light flowed in the underground palace, illuminating the tall, majestic figure in the center in every detail.

A breath suddenly emerged from his body.

The figure felt the return of that breath and slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were cold and ruthless, and he spoke in a cold voice.

"What's the situation in Fire Spirit City?"

"No way."

The strange voice, which could not be distinguished between male and female, was heard in the underground palace, but the Demon Lord had been with him for a long time.

He could hear the pleasure contained in that strange sound.

The Demon Lord was indifferent to this. He didn't care about it. The Fire Spirit City was gone, but the monster egg placed in the Fire Spirit City was a key to future plans.

"Where's the Skyfire Snake?"

He was careless, his attention was all on Yan Ping at that time. Although the snake was important, it was far less important to him than Yan Ping.

"Should be dead."

The demon lord's breath sank, "Should it be?"

With His strength, how could He say such a word?

He suddenly laughed, and a strange figure suddenly separated from Mo Shu and wandered around the inner cores of those sea beasts.

The endless stream of strange aura from the sea beast's inner elixir was absorbed into his body.

He laughed strangely, "That's not important. I met an old friend this time."

The Demon Lord looked at him silently, and his voice became strange, "Old friend?"

His origins are mysterious. He took the initiative to find him that year, saying that he could break the predicament of the Demon Realm in Qingzhou.

He didn't expect that He actually had an old friend.

He did not hide it from him, after all, He still had things for him to do.

"He came from Yuanzhou."

The demon lord's expression changed slightly, "How did he get here?"

No one has ever been able to come back from Yuanzhou, which is why he agreed to His plan back then.

He laughed strangely twice. It was difficult to elaborate on this aspect. Although the two were on the same boat, the results they wanted were completely different.

"Nine years ago, the demon cultivators of Yuanzhou made some modifications to his body in order to capture him for sword practice."

"Some miraculous changes have occurred in his body, and he can now directly absorb the spiritual energy of these sea pearls."

The Demon Lord was stunned for a moment, then reacted.

The Wuwang Sea will infinitely absorb the spiritual energy in the body of the cultivator, and the cultivator cannot absorb the spiritual energy from the inner alchemy of those sea beasts. This is the real reason why the cultivator cannot set foot on the sea.

If someone could unscrupulously absorb the spiritual energy from the inner core of those sea beasts and had strong strength, it would not be impossible to cross the Wuwang Sea.

And that person came from Yuanzhou...The Demon Lord suddenly spoke in a cold voice.

"Why not kill him?"

A person who comes from Yuanzhou, no matter how high or low his realm is, is always an uneasy factor.

He smiled strangely, "The Skyfire Snake is dead, and I need a new puppet. Don't you think he is suitable?"

The Demon Lord looked at him and said in a deep voice, "That person is from Yuanzhou."

He clicked his tongue. This man was as cautious and timid as usual. He suddenly lost interest and his voice became cold.

"It has only been six years since he raised his foundation and killed all the demon cultivators in Yuanzhou."

“No matter how gifted you are, you can only be at the Cavernous Realm at best, which is only one realm higher than you are right now.”

The Demon Lord looked at him and said coldly, "Have you forgotten that we can't leave here now?"

His voice became more and more sinister.

"He crossed the Wuwang Sea and was seriously injured. There is still a lot of Wuwang Sea vapor remaining in his body. We can't just do anything about it."

"You just need to send someone to deliver this thing to him, and when the time comes, you can bring him back directly."

As He spoke, a jade-colored, seed-shaped object appeared in front of the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord was somewhat tempted, yet also somewhat fearful.

He really didn't want to take any risks with the business that he had built up over so many years.

He saw his hesitation, and the aura around him became even colder.

It didn't matter that he had no way back then, but now that he was in Qingzhou, he was determined to get Yan Ping.

His voice bewitched.

"Don't worry, I'm very familiar with those sea steamers."

"As long as I operate it properly, I can make his injury relapse or even worse at any time."

"You just need to arrange someone to stay beside him, and when the time comes, you can bring him back."

"If you are really worried, then let Yu Tianhong do it."

The demon lord's breath turned cold, "What does it have to do with him?"

His mood has always been unstable, and at this moment he suddenly laughed, which was very strange and unusual.

"I saw him when I showed up over there. They should know each other."

"He thought his mother was dead, didn't he? Tell him that his mother is not dead and is still in our hands, and he will naturally obey us."

"This method is more secure~"

His laughter was so loud that it echoed throughout the entire underground palace, with the lingering sound continuing.

It looked extraordinarily weird.

……

Time is brought back to the present.

In Wen Ye’s dream.

He stood in front of the table, his face calm, painting with a pen in his hand.

The hands that can carve array patterns can also hold the pen steadily, and the lines on the paper flow clearly with every stroke.

And the one under his pen is Yan Ping.

Every time he finished a painting, a look of joy appeared on his face.

He hung the paper to one side and began to paint again.

There were already countless paintings hanging around, sometimes it was Yan Ping with his face sideways, sometimes it was just a pair of eyes, and sometimes it was even just a back view.

Wen Ye didn't know where this was and forgot what he was doing the last second.

He just wanted to draw the images in his mind.

Looking at the people in these paintings gives him a sense of peace.

He would be very happy every time he finished a painting.

Until a sound exploded like thunder.

"Wen Ye, Yan Ping is dead."

The voice was mournful and melodious, full of sadness.

Wen Ye's pen, which had just been put down, suddenly stopped and turned into a huge ball of ink.

He put the pen down, raised his hand to his heart, and looked at the paintings around him.

Suddenly I came out of that crazy painting state and regained some rationality.

He looked at the paintings around him blankly, all of which were of one person.

He suddenly felt a pain in his heart.

This person seems to be Yan Ping.

he died?

He is so strong, how could he die?

All the surrounding paintings suddenly disappeared.

Wen Ye's pupils shrank, and he stepped forward and grabbed the last one.

But his palm was empty, and Wen Ye felt fear for no reason.

"Wen Ye, wake up quickly, something has happened to the senior."

Wen Ye's breathing became rapid. He wanted to continue painting, but the voice in his ear kept saying that something had happened to his predecessor.

At first his hands were shaking, but then, slowly, he was able to completely ignore the voice.

Until he finished a painting smoothly, the content suddenly changed.

"Wen Ye, the senior has been captured by the demon cultivator."

"They drugged the senior and tried to pull his hairband."

Wen Ye had completely calmed down by now.

And these words finally seemed like a key to open the door of memory.