Fighter of the Destiny

It was him a thousand years ago, and it will still be him a thousand years later. However, the Demon Lord failed to escape the law of history in the end and fell in a rebellion.

Of course, according to the laws of history, the initiator of this rebellion must come from his most trusted subordinates.

As the right-hand man of the Demon Lord, the two great figures, Military Advisor Black Robe and Demon Commander, have been fighting for power, tit-for-tat, incompatibility, and deep hatred for countless years. It is only because of the Demon Lord's supreme prestige that they can barely maintain peace. Isn't this situation the result that the Demon King would most like to see, and even deliberately condones it?

Who would have thought that they would join forces to deliver the most secretive blow to the Demon King?

The Demon Lord, who had returned from Cold Mountain, was seriously injured and yet suffered such a tragic betrayal. He fell into an endless abyss, and the throne finally fell to his youngest son. At the beginning, both the nobles in Xue Lao City and the human race in the south thought that the young demon king was a puppet pushed out by the black robe and the demon commander, until the historical god was captured by the young demon king in extremely insidious ways. After being booby-trapped, the entire continent finally understood that he was the real instigator of this rebellion!

For the sake of the throne, it is not uncommon for brothers to kill each other or father and son to kill each other. It is not uncommon for both demons and humans. In short, from Zhou Dufu and Emperor Taizong to the Queen of Tianhai and Yin Shang, the demon king who has never been truly defeated is still in the end. He fell into the stinking ditch of history and was defeated by his own son.

But didn't he already die in the endless abyss? Why do you appear in this snowy ridge at this time?

Looking at the figure of the middle-aged scholar by the lake, Anwar and the general turned pale and their breathing became difficult.

This is the biggest puzzlement of everyone present and the question they most want to know the answer to.

Nan Ke stood in front of Chen Changsheng and said nothing.

She knew best how much she had paid to climb out of that endless abyss, and even she didn't want to recall it again.

Naturally, the Demon Lord would not explain, and said to Chen Changsheng: I'm just about to die, but I'm not dead yet. I don't want to die, so I came to find you.

Chen Changsheng asked: Why did you come to me?

The Demon Lord said expressionlessly: I'm here to ask for your help.

Do you want cinnabar pills? Zhizhi suddenly asked.

There was a hint of temptation in her voice, which could also be said to be hope.

It's not enough. There's too little blood mixed in the cinnabar pill.

The devil's answer shattered her last hope.

Hearing these words, Hai Di, Anhua and the general were stunned.

Is there blood in the cinnabar pill? Whose blood? If Tang Qiye hears these words, he will immediately understand that the crystal red glazed silk in the cinnabar pill is not blood coral. It is not the blood of the little black dragon, but the blood of Chen Changsheng!

After a while, Anwar and Pi Jiang looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes, because they had also thought about it.

In the past few years, the stories surrounding the relationship between the Holy Queen Tianhai, Tao Zun Shang Xingzhou, His Majesty the Emperor and His Majesty the Pope have been circulating in the world.

Through the guidance and propaganda of the state religion, everyone knows that His Majesty the Pope is a gifted holy body, and his true blood contains countless holy lights.

It turns out that His Majesty the Pope actually uses his own blood as a medicinal material. No wonder cinnabar pill can make bones white and heal people!

No wonder the quantity of Cinnabar Pill is limited, and only one bottle can be refined every month.

No wonder His Majesty the Pope did not spread this prescription to everyone.

There is no way to imitate this elixir. Who can provide this medicinal material except His Majesty the Pope?

Looking ahead, Anhua felt that Chen Changsheng's figure had become taller, bathed in starlight, and extremely sacred.

I use my blood to save all living beings. What kind of kindness is this? What kind of emotion is this?

Thinking that when he was at Songshan Military Mansion, he had a lot of dissatisfaction with the owner of Cinnabar Pill, even though he was a little disappointed before, Anhua felt so ashamed.

Chen Changsheng said to the Demon Lord: If I knew you were still alive, I should be more careful, because there is my blood in the cinnabar pill, and I can't hide it from you.

Back then, the Demon Lord took great risks and traveled thousands of miles to the Cold Mountain just to eat him.

After the Tianshu Mausoleum incident, the Pope told him that the only person in the world who still dares to be greedy for his true blood is the Demon King.

The Demon Lord has a strong desire, and he has the means or courage to solve the poison that may be hidden in his true blood.

Zhizhi looked at Chen Changsheng, very worried and a little angry. In her opinion, if it weren't for refining the breaking elixir, Chen Changsheng had lost too much true blood in more than a year, which seriously affected his practice. Hai Di might not be able to keep them, so naturally at this time There is no need to face such a terrifying situation.

The Demon Lord said calmly: Since I am still alive and allowed me to find you, perhaps this is your fate.

Chen Changsheng looked into his eyes and said, You should know very well that I was a poisonous fruit when I was born.

The corners of the Demon Lord's lips raised slightly, revealing a charming smile. The landscape on his face suddenly became brighter, and his voice became particularly soft and pleasant: I am a man. After all, I have more courage than Xiao Tianhai, and I am more courageous than Xiao Tianhai. She’s had more years and seen more of the world or been able to figure it out.”

Chen Changsheng vaguely understood what he meant and said, But you are not sure either.

The Demon Lord said: Even if I am not sure, it seems that you are sure now.

Chen Changsheng looked at the strand of ice falling in front of him and remained silent.

The Demon Lord looked into his eyes and said: The Cinnabar Pill did not poison those strong human beings, which means that you have found a way to remove the toxins in your true blood.

Chen Changsheng thought silently, where is the poison? It's just a conflict between different sacred rules.

Zhizhi couldn't help but said: Do you want Chen Changsheng to take the initiative to remove the poison and then give himself to you to eat?

Why not? When I eat you, all the old wounds are healed, and you are even better than before, then I will naturally return to Xue Lao City to regain the throne. Although I am confident that I will win the final victory, the two brains of Heipao and Da Ya Even I can't completely see through the guy in question, and that traitor is a very good lunatic, so this will definitely take a long time, and it will definitely be a hard battle. It is very likely that within hundreds of years, our God Clan will not be able to go south. Isn’t this the greatest benefit to you humans?”

The Demon Lord looked at Chen Changsheng and said calmly: Taoism has always emphasized benevolence and love in governing the world. As the Pope, you do not hesitate to use your blood to make elixirs. Of course, you want to save all living beings. Why not transform into elixirs and let me take them. It can also save all living beings. And Save more, kill one of you, and exchange for hundreds of years of peace in the world, why not?

It was obviously an unbelievable suggestion, but when he said it slowly, it seemed to make some sense.

Zhizhi couldn't listen anymore and shouted: Then why don't you die yourself!