Chen Yang was shocked, but he didn't move and accepted it calmly.

"Actually, the message given by the old devil is not wrong, but it is not what the real Wang Yu can do."

"From the beginning to the end, it planned to take control of Wang Yu and come here in person."

When it was Chen Yang who traded with it, the old devil didn't specifically point it out, half because he wanted to see a joke, and the other half also looked at Chen Yang in a different light, thinking that the little devil who could confront him without losing would be qualified to pass the test of the Xuanwu Demon Lord.

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The so-called Xuanwu Demon Lord is not a real living being, nor is it the stone statue in front of Chen Yang.

It is a treasure that the demon lord of the Yin Demon Sect of that generation crushed a small world of the heavens with his bare hands from the endless void tens of thousands of years ago, and obtained it from the fluctuations of the heavens and the universe when the world returned to ruins.

According to the records in the Yin Demon Sect, this kind of existence has almost eternal life and human-like intelligence, but is bound by certain rules. It only seeks transcendence and attains the Tao, and is not involved in all cause and effect. It is called:

Tongtian Lingbao!

The Xuanwu Demon Lord is a spiritual treasure that reaches the sky.

Its body has always been stored in the Yin Mo Tian where no one in the Yin Mo Sect knows its location, and it is one of the sect's secrets.

Its body is only the size of a woman's hand, and it is neither gold nor copper. Even the destruction of all the small worlds in the world cannot wear away any of it.

Its main magical power is suppression, which can suppress existences that are unable to resist for as long as infinite calamities and as powerful as infinite worlds.

No matter what kind of unrivaled monster it once was, as long as it falls under Demon Lord Xuanwu without resistance, it will be ruthlessly suppressed.

After generations of development by the demon masters of the Yin Demon Sect, the Xuanwu Demon Lord can also attach a ray of charm to any turtle and snake intertwined Xuanwu statue, and can communicate with the real body at all times.

Therefore, the Yin Demon Sect hardly uses this secret, the treasure of the sect, and only uses its magical power to suppress all demons and gods that are difficult to deal with. At the same time, it uses its ability to divide thousands of things for the purpose of inheritance.

The stone statue that Chen Yang found in a remote place in the Ten Thousand Demons Cave was a piece of inheritance.

This inheritance is extremely remote and has high requirements. Over the years, few outer disciples of the Yin Mo Sect have had the opportunity to master it.

The so-called "force is fate" is Chen Yang's answer, not Lao Mo's understanding.

"The old demon just said that as long as you pass the test of Demon Lord Xuanwu, you will be qualified to master a method that can summon part of its limbs."

"What the Xuanwu Demon Lord inherited is actually a spell derived from the limbs of the old demon it suppressed."

"That is to say, to the old demon, its limbs are of great value, but to others, even to the Yin Demon Sect, it is completely meaningless. It is purely the basis of the same spell."

"If it really is gone, it will be gone."

Anyway, few people are interested in learning this inherited spell in front of Chen Yang?

"wrong?!"

Chen Yang suddenly thought about it, wasn't he undergoing a test? Why were there so many distracting thoughts in his mind?

It turns out that this is also part of the test.

In a daze, Chen Yang realized that he was no longer in the Ten Thousand Demons Cave, but in a vast and vast grassland.

On the grassland, there were high platforms built with earth, and there was a tyrannical force on each of them, shrouding his body and firmly fixing it in place.

These powers slowly condensed into thick chains.

These chains bound Chen Yang's neck, arms, legs and feet, constantly tightening and pulling.

Rumble~

Thunderbolts fell down one after another, following the chains and hitting Chen Yang's body.

Unspeakable pain, it was a lightning strike and dismemberment.

In Chen Yang's perception, the monks on the high platform around him all had vast cultivation and majestic auras, as if the sun had fallen from the sky and landed on the high platform.

"There are nine such suns."

"This is a senior monk that I have never encountered before and cannot imagine."

"Even the Dragon Lord of the Dragon Gate World is no match for any of them."
Chapter completed!