Song Wanxi is dead. The noble princess of the Shui Mansion who was responsible for the fate of the Qingjiang Shui Tribe, loved Zhuang Chengqian deeply, and was protected by her brother, has died lonely in the deep palace of Zhuang Kingdom.

What Song Hengjiang protected at the bottom of the Qingjiang River was only the body of Song Wanxi, a water tribe member, and his own love and memory for his sister.

What Zhuang Chengqian saw in the glazed coffin was only the true love that he had given up with his own hands.

The tears in the corner of Song Wanxi's eyes that day were just the regret that this body could not let go. After Zhuang Chengqian's death, they also melted away like spring snow.

She has become a demon and has completely become a member of the demon clan.

Humans and demons are already completely different races.

Throughout the ages, there has never been a self-aware demon who felt that he was a human being. Even if he did become a demon in human form and had all the memories of when he was a human being.

The same is true for the water tribe that has become a demon.

But the meaning of "puppet" is to define "self" as "other me".

Zhuang Chengqian pushed Song Wanxi to the final step of becoming a demon, erasing her independence and turning her into a pure weapon.

It has thinking and memory, but from the fundamental level of consciousness, it is only a weapon for the puppet master to think about.

As time goes by, the blood contract continues to deepen, becomes instinct, and finally exists beyond instinct.

Zhuang Chengqian indeed has the talent to travel across the world, and Song Wanxi has always known this.

She opened her eyes and looked at the gray sky through the glazed coffin lid.

The eyes of a true demon can see very far away, but cannot catch a single ray of light. The sky of the demon world has no stars or moon, only huge floating meteorites hanging in the far sky - those are the stars of death.

The deserted tombs of the world bury more than just living beings.

After the separation under the Qingjiang River, this blood puppet wandered alone in the deserted tombs of the world. After being summoned in the Wumandu Mountains, he briefly saw the puppet master again.

After that, Jiang Wang strengthened the divine seal method, first becoming a divine being, and then proving the truth of the cave. He strengthened the induction again and again, and the real connection never happened again.

First, Jiang Wang himself is attracting more and more attention. It is easy to capture traces of the demonic energy, and the connection with the real demon is difficult to explain clearly. Second, the meeting with the Seven Hate Demon Lord made him doubt Song Wanxi's state.

I'm not very reassured. Although it was obvious that the Seven Hate Demon Lord was just a distraction at that time, Song Wanxi seemed to have managed to escape... After all, she had been afraid of well ropes for ten years, and when her strength was insufficient, there was always no harm in being more cautious.

After many years of separation, as a blood puppet, she walked alone in this desolate world and looked into the distance more than once.

Most of the time it's like this, nothing happens.

Buzz…

boom!

Suddenly a meteorite fell. As it fell into the sky, it ignited flames and turned into a burning fireball, becoming a faint light in the dark sky.

From the dim light, it burns into brilliance.

The dark and gloomy land was illuminated by the fire, revealing the ugly and rugged parts of the land, like a seriously ill person lying on a hospital bed waiting to die. He opened his clothes to reveal his skinny bones with piercing eyes.

In the immeasurable time of the demon world, it is the last funeral of these dead stars that brings accidental light to this world. It is also the only light.

How can we say that this fireball is not the sun?

Although it was short-lived.

After breaking through the quiet force field in the high area, the fireball seemed to be boosted by some kind of force. Its falling speed suddenly accelerated, getting faster and faster, and became more and more huge in the field of vision. Finally, there was a bright volcano, which was

The burning mountain is a world that has become a ruin and is in the final stages of burning - after a huge sound, all the fires are extinguished.

It's like being swallowed by a giant beast watching in the dark.

The remains of the stars disappeared together with the burning light.

Of course, those blood-colored phoenix eyes could still see the world clearly, and see the remains of stars falling on the desolate land. The thick darkness swallowed up the undulating Gobi. In the dark distance, there were countless strange shadows rolling in like a tide.

Rustling, rustling, rustling, gathering into a sound like a tidal wave.

Densely packed monsters rushed out from crypts, from sand piles, from graves... from various places, and swarmed onto the remains of the stars.

There were many monsters that were melted the moment they came into contact with the star debris, but more monsters came over. In the end, only the monster's case was left, unevenly connected together, like a colony of ants.

Flesh and bones falling to the ground.

Yes, the remains of the stars... are the food of the devil.

Those sand, gravel, mud and lava... can also be put into the throat.

The Tomb of All Realms is really too barren, so barren that the vitality will "die" here. Sometimes even the complete space will be chewed up. Even the foreign stones are precious.

Most monsters are hungry from birth to death.

Only those beings who have truly been tempered in a cruel world and are qualified to be recognized as real demons will be nourished by the vitality that the demon lord plunders from the outside world, and will have the possibility of growing, or even accelerating their growth.

Song Wanxi watched all this indifferently.

No matter what species it is, when it reaches the level of cave truth, it has grasped the truth of the world and formed its own universe, without the need for external nourishment. Although she travels in the tombs of all worlds, she does not need to have any connection with this world.

Which demon king should I worship?

She is a real demon, but the "puppet" is in front of the "devil". She has no sense of belonging or belonging to the identity of the demon. She only follows the orders of the puppet master.

The puppet master's last order was to "leave", so she kept running away, running away, for a long, long time.

Then for a long time, no more orders came. She prepared a familiar coffin for herself, lay down in the endless tomb forest, and fell into eternal waiting until the end of her life.

At this moment, she suddenly discovered that the sky, which had returned to its gray state after the meteorite fell, seemed to have turned into a dark sea. It was gently rippling, making a distant call.

There was no reaction from the monsters on the earth that were devouring the star debris. It was obvious that only she could see this scene.

She opened her eyes wide, and in that "dark sea", she saw a pair of red, malevolent, demonic eyes!

These were not the original eyes of the puppet master, but they made her feel extremely familiar. They were the feeling of a blood bond.

When the puppet master becomes true, his subconscious calls him.

Song Wanxi pushed open the glazed coffin and sat up suddenly.

At this moment, the demonic energy filled the air, with the black tomb as the center, flowing like a tide, resolutely pushing in all directions.

Even in the deserted tomb of the world, the real demon is still the master!

A shrill demonic roar sounded all around, and countless graveyards trembled.

During the few years she has been lying here, this area has been ruled by her.

In the surrounding cemeteries, there are generals and demons who surrender to her. Each general demon rules many evil spirits and many monsters.

The general already possesses simple intelligence.

Some generals and demons who have reached the divine level of strength even possess a certain level of thinking.

What they surrender to is the real demon. What level of existence does the real demon surrender to?

At a certain moment, the minds of those generals and demons with certain intelligence suddenly reached the boundless sea.

In the endless sea, they saw——

A fierce demonic ape holding the sky and the sea, half of its body is in the sea, and the other half is in the sky.

The half of the body that is only exposed on the sea has muscles, hair as long as a forest, and is as majestic as a mountain. It is majestic!

Black air lingers around the chest and abdomen, like dark clouds surrounding a mountain.

The two eyes were as big as houses, and the blood-red gaze dropped down, making the entire sea surface turn red.

Surrender! Surrender! Surrender!

These demons all knelt down on the sea, showing the demon's surrender posture, and will always regard this demon ape as their master. All demons worship and respect the demon master.

At the heart of the demon ape, there is a shadow of the divine seal——

Below is the land in all directions, shaped by topaz.

Above is a statue of a demon ape, named after the red jade.

This is the true form of the divine seal method that has been cultivated for so long.

Today's Jiang Wang is the Jiang Wang who has already achieved the number one achievement in ancient and modern Dongzhen. Today's Jiang Wang is preparing to climb up again after stripping away the influence of Heavenly Dao, and achieve the long-term and undisputed number one in ancient and modern Dongzhen.

His understanding of spiritual practice has surpassed that of Zhuang Chengqian who originally created the "Divine Seal Method".

The light of his supernatural power has shone on ancient and modern times, illuminating all realms.

At this moment, in the subconscious sea that is completely controlled by him, the brilliance of the divine seal method bathes the demons.

Song Wanxi, with blue hair and blood-stained eyes, walked slowly among the kneeling demons.

The Demon Ape looked down at her and said in a majestic voice: "I have all the memories of the Bone God."

A bit of divine light flew out from Song Wanxi's eyebrows and flew towards the demon ape.

And at this moment, a long and thin index finger with distinct knuckles was gently raised, like an arch bridge blocking the bright moon, in front of this light spot.

Along with this index finger appeared a man in black with a handsome face and narrow eyes.

He was completely human, and he looked up at the majestic demonic ape that towered over the sky and the sea, with an unspeakable smile on his face: "The Bone God? The Nether God who only has transcendent power in the Netherworld? After nine

Nian, you dare to summon the demon puppet again, is it for Him?"

"Has it been nine years?" The demon ape opened its bloody mouth ferociously and suddenly lowered its head: "Is there a possibility that I am doing this for you, Demon Lord of Seven Hates? You asked me about my true heart in the past, and you ask me today
To be continued...