Demon’s Diary

“This is normal, aggressive treasures like flying swords and flying knives, trying to taste to the level of cave treasures is much more difficult than other types of treasures. But once it's done, Pharaoh's own attack power, combined with the power of the space they carry, makes it easy enough to break through the space, and the power will be terrifying.” The demonic tone is faint, he said.

Liu Ming breathed a long breath and pressed down the ecstasy in his heart, then settled in his hand, and put the empty sword pill into the blade.

Void Sword Ball now has a lot of power, and with the Phantom Moon Sword technique, it can be considered a means of killing him.

His heart was filled with joy, his face was so serious, he bowed to the castle furnace.

He had no feelings for the central dynasty, but at this moment he had a slight sense of goodness.

“This ancient demon emperor has long fallen, you are on three knees and nine knocks he can't see, go, then go forward is the demon palace, what I asked you to do is there.” The demonic tone is faint, he said.

Liu Ming packed his mind and then crossed the casting roof to continue.

The front is not a passage, but a sheep bowel trail, surrounded by pale white clouds, as if walking in the sky.

His eyes flashed, his consciousness spread, and he was alert to any movement around him.

This trail was unusually long. Liu Ming did not fly in the air. He walked only on his feet and at extremely fast speeds. He walked for half an hour before finally reaching the end.

In front of you is a magnificent palace surrounded by a cloud of Xia, as if the entire palace were situated above the Nine Heavens.

At the top of the hall hangs a plaque with three large letters written on it.

Liu Ming looked around and shook his head. This is still some kind of demonic temple. I'm afraid it's a little more immortal than the Immortal Temple.

The gates of the Temple of the Illusion are open, and everything in them is clearly reflected in the eyes of Liu Ming.

The palace is quite empty, with a supported green column on the left and right sides, and a divine altar-like object in the center, with a generous incense case on it.

Behind the incense case is a statue of a man of several heights, eyebrows and stars, vivid and inspiring, as if a real person were standing there.

The man was dressed in a black robe with one hand behind his back and the other hand in front of him, holding a palm-sized purple tiny ring in his hand and looking up at the sky, the whole person breathed a sense of pride.

Other than that, there is nothing else in the hall.

Liu Ming stood outside the palace and weighed carefully for a while before stepping up his legs into the palace door.

Boom!

He had just entered the palace, and the palace door slammed together, making a loud noise.

Liu Ming's face changed dramatically, and the black light on her body amplified, so she had to make a move. At this moment, the black robe man statue in the hall flashed with a flash of light, emitting an enormous amount of pressure, pressing down towards Liu Ming's head.

Boom!

Liu Ming's entire person was actually crushed to the ground and knelt before the incense case.

A strange cold air penetrated his body, swimming around it.

“Don't worry, the statue holds a glimmer of the first Demon Emperor, who is detecting if you have the power of the royal family's blood inside you.” The voice of Demon Heaven appeared in the heart of Liu Ming, and at the same time a warm current appeared again, and it was in his meridian that Demon Heaven once again incorporated the power of blood into Liu Ming's body.

The cold smell swimmed in Liu Ming's body for a moment, slowly retreating out, and the powerful pressure emanating from it dissipated.

The light in the eyes of the black man's statue quickly dissipated, and the purple noise in his hand flew down and fell on the incense case in front of Liu Ming.

Liu Ming only felt relaxed and stood up. He looked at the purple ding in front of him with some confusion. Heran and he had previously seen the phantom shape of the Temple of Illusion in exactly the same shape.

“Is this Ding the Demon Ding?” Liu Ming communicates through the Heart God and Demon Heaven.

“Of course not, it's just a projection of the Devil in here.” The voice of Demon Heaven is a little different.

“You will now give this first generation of demon royal ancestors a gift of three pillars of incense.” The demonic tone paused slightly, he said.

Liu Ming glanced, nodded, slowly walked over, took out three bunches of fine incense from beside the incense case, lit it, and then knelt three times against the black man statue, and soon three bunches of incense were inserted into a incense furnace.

Liu Ming just finished these. In the scent case, there was three strands of purple glow in the purple ding. The rapid interweaving wrapped around it. A volume of purple book appeared in front of Liu Ming and spread out.

Before the book, Heran wrote more than a dozen names, and the last one was Huangfuyong.

Liu Ming's eyes saw the scene, complexion slightly changed.

“These are the names of the generations of demons, and you are now burning your name on a book with your own blood.” The demon heavens said that the tone of voice was hidden in a bit of excitement.

Liu Ming's eyebrows frowned. The book in front of him is also a contract or something. Who knows what the consequences of engraving a name would be.

“Rest assured, this jade album is only part of the ritual of recognition of the Devil, not a covenant.” The Devil's Heaven explained.

“Senior Demon Tian, why don't you explain your purpose to me in detail, otherwise I have a creep in my heart and I'm afraid I won't be able to do everything I can to help you.” Liu Ming's eyes flashed and said.

“Well, actually, I won't tell you all about it, because the Central Dynasty's Thong Xuan is very good at mind storms and other secrets. Although you are comparable in strength to Thong Xuan, the more likely it is that the spiritual side will be weaker than those who lived unknowingly for tens of thousands of years, the more you know, the more likely it will be to reveal your horses and feet.” The devil sighed and said.

Liu Ming frown tip picked, did not speak.

“The book in front of you is called Feng Magic. After the name is engraved, if you succeed to the throne of the Demon Emperor in the future, you can gradually refine the demon with this. Of course, it is impossible for Huang Fuyong to give you the throne of the Demon Emperor. He should have refined the ban of around 60% of the demons by now. When you go out, he will find a way to remove the imprint you have left here.” The devil explained.

“Oh, what did you ask me to do, Senior Demon Tian, is just engrave my name on this magic trick?” Liu Ming heard that the demon emperor would expel his name, and his face quickly relaxed and asked.

“Of course not, your name is just a cover. Wait until you have your name on it, you can make a little connection with this magic trick. I want you to help me keep my birthmark on it.” The sound of the Devil's Heaven brought a hint of chill and said softly.

“Your birthmark?” Liu Ming's eyebrows rose.

“The specifics are unclear verbally, you'll find out later.” The devil saw that Liu Ming was still somewhat confused, he said.

Liu Ming's eyes flashed slightly, carefully considered all the words of the devil, feeling that there was nothing broken, and nodded, one bullet, one drop of blood coming out of his fingertips and falling on the purple book.

His fingers depicted emptiness, the blood turned into two fonts of Willow Ming, stamped with a glimmer on the enchantment ploy.

buzz

A purple halo appeared above the magic mastermind, and then a little purple light flew out of it, not into the brow heart of Liu Ming.

Liu Ming's face moved and immediately felt different. He seemed to have some sort of connection with this magic trick and even with the whole magical space.

As soon as the Enchanted Light flashed, it was about to fly into the Purple Ding.

“Use your powers to restrain the Enchantment! Don't let it fly back!” The voice of the demon suddenly sounded, while the light flashed in Yao Ming's body, a gray white light emitted, into several gray white filaments, bound the magic seal.

It was the devil who did it.

However, a purple arc emerged suddenly and dazzled, easily breaking the gray white filament and turning it into a hinge of green smoke.

“Antiquarian minefield! Damn!” The devil's voice flustered, then some angry and exasperated.

Liu Ming's face changed slightly, his right hand lifted, a black light flew out, turned into several black tentacles in the middle of the air, bound the magic seal.

Loud and loud!

However, the purple arc above the magic trick seems helpless for the black light emitted by Liu Ming. Although it can also cause some damage, under the constant transmission of Liu Ming magic, the damage also recovered quickly, finally dragging the magic trick.

“Well done!” Demon heaven thrilled and drank, a strong grey breath rolled out of the willow's body.

Liu Ming's eyes flashed. In the grey white air, a fist-sized black and white stone tablet was suspended. It was the heavenly tablet.

The heavenly monument flashed and flew in the direction of the enchantment, seemingly to be integrated into the enchantment.

“Snap, snap, snap," the sound of the leaves falling!

Feng Zheng seemed to have sensed something, the surface purple arc amplified, actually condensed into a purple lightning junction, blocking the heavenly tablet from the outside.

The surface of the heavenly monument also revealed a dazzling black and white light that impacted the lightning junction.

Liu Ming's eyebrows wrinkled lightly, and the purple lightning above the enchantment curse condensed into several swift electric snakes, which also caused great damage to the black tentacles that bound the enchantment curse.

In the muffled voice, the black on the black tentacle surface dissipates rapidly, becoming thinner and thinner.

Liu Ming's face suddenly sank, a low drink, the black light emitted by the right hand immediately more than doubled in size, the black tentacle flashed, and immediately increased by a few points.

At this moment, a low spell sounded in Liu Ming's mouth, while one bullet, one drop of blood flew out, merged into the black tentacle, the tentacle surface condensed into a blood symbol, to resist the purple arc invasion.

“Give me a hand, break this purple junction, and try not to make too much noise.” The voice of Demon Heaven sounded in the heart of Liu Ming.

Though the sky monument shines more and more bright light, there is no way to always take that purple arc junction, and the magic sky does not seem to dare to make too big a move. At this moment, the manipulation of the sky monument appears to be cautious.