Click!

There was a gap in the eight pagodas.

Since the first crack exploded, a chain reaction has formed, with cracks bursting open one after another.

"It's coming out."

The sky's heart was pounding, and its eyes were blazing.

Everyone also held their breath and stared intently, for fear of missing any moment.

When he was excited, the eight pagodas stopped trembling and scattered the light. Even the secret patterns on it suddenly lost their spirituality. Even the cracks were slowly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Everyone looked confused.

That guy Hu Lai doesn't know why either.

With a roar, the eight pagodas hanging in mid-air crashed onto the altar, but the eight iron boxes did not separate. They were placed there safely like a heavy iron coffin.

puff!

Then, there was the random sound of vomiting blood.

His appearance was quite miserable, his face was pale and bleeding from all his orifices.

"What...what's going on?" Everyone hurriedly stepped forward.

"This method of unsealing is a fragmentary copy. It seems to be missing the last step." He let out a dry cough.

After hearing this, the strong people felt a stomach ache. It was a difficult and dangerous journey and the last step was just around the corner. Is this such nonsense?

"Can you try again?" Zhao Yun was full of hope.

"It's useless to try a hundred more times." Hu Lai shook his head. It was he who underestimated the eight pagodas and thought he could solve them through his own research. However, the scrolls were incomplete and he couldn't see them all, so he couldn't see them all.

There is no complete way to unblock it. There seems to be no difference between one step away and a hundred steps away.

Everyone's hearts suddenly went cold.

I worked hard to find all the eight pagodas, and also looked for Buddhists and the method to unblock the eight pagodas, but when I arrived, I was stuck at the last step. It felt like eating a weight, and it hurt all over my body.

Buzz!

At this moment, the silent Babu Pagoda buzzed again.

After the trembling, the secret patterns engraved on it circulated again, and the majestic Buddha's sound resounded.

Everyone raised their eyebrows and came together.

There are more cracks on the surface of the Eight-Bud Pagoda.

In addition, there was a clanging sound, as if someone was chopping iron and stone with a sword.

All the powerful men looked sideways, looking at Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun had opened his heavenly eyes and forcibly looked through the eight pagodas.

If you look at it, you can see the demonic energy rolling inside it, and you can see the rudiment of a human being.

He is the Immortal Demon Lord.

Because the eight iron boxes are connected, the dismembered body has been reshaped into a complete body. The so-called sonorous sound is the devil's sword energy condensed with demonic energy, chopping the iron boxes again and again.

To put it bluntly, the devil wants to break the seal from within.

Zhao Yun saw it clearly. Although Hu Lai's operation did not break the shackles of the eight pagodas, it disturbed the seals of the eight pagodas, and through a combination of circumstances, awakened the consciousness of the Immortal Demon King.

"How." Cang Qiong couldn't help but ask.

"Get out of the way." Zhao Yun said, and was the first to retreat from the altar.

Everyone didn't know why, but they still dispersed, taking Hu Lai with them.

As soon as they left, they heard a buzzing sound from the Eight-Bud Pagoda. More sonorous sounds resounded, and more cracks burst open. Before they were unsealed, they could see the demonic energy flowing out of the cracks, ancient and powerful.

"I understand." Cang Qiong's eyes flickered.

There was no need for him to talk nonsense, the experts had already guessed the answer.

The demon king must have regained consciousness, and he must be attacking from within, to forcefully break open the eight pagodas.

Others were fine, but Hu Lai was completely shocked.

The Eight-Bud Pagoda is the highest seal of Buddhism, but it is so powerful even after being sealed in it.

break!

When everyone looked around, they heard a slight scolding coming from the Eight-Bud Pagoda.

Then there was a roar, and the entire eight pagodas exploded.

At the same moment, a terrifying aura erupted, and more than 90% of the people were knocked over. The weaker aura was like the ancestor of the Mu family, who was covered in blood. The one who was even worse than him was Monk Hua. If Zhao Yun hadn't protected him, he would have been killed.

Most of them had been destroyed by the shock. Fortunately, everyone was far away from the altar, otherwise the consequences would have been more bloody. Looking at the small fragments of the eight pagodas, I don't know how many people were pierced.

boom!

Before everyone could stand still, they saw a magic light rising into the sky.

The magic light was so powerful that it poked a big hole in the underground palace. Then it penetrated into the sky and performed an ancient vision in the sky. The friends in the city were so shocked that they all looked up.

Looking at the underground palace again, it was filled with evil energy.

In the depths covered by the demonic energy, there is a majestic figure with a majestic body.

He is the Immortal Demon Lord, the master of the Demon Realm, who has been sealed for eight thousand years and finally returned to the world.

"So strong."

When Zhao Yun murmured, he could smell the terrifying aura.

He was like this, let alone others, and everyone was trembling with fear.

After a long time, the evil spirit gradually dissipated.

The Demon Lord finally revealed his true appearance, with eyes like stars and black hair like waterfalls, and visions flying around his body. Perhaps he had been sealed for too long, and the traces of time had accumulated. Even every wisp of demonic energy lingering in his body showed its vicissitudes.

Ancient, his existence has indeed witnessed the vicissitudes of life.

"Demon Lord."

Qianqiong swallowed loudly, and was the first to pounce, hugging the former master of his demonic realm. The emotions that had been suppressed for eight thousand years finally burst out at this moment, like a child wailing.

"I've met my ancestors."

The Demon Realm inheritors present all knelt down and kowtowed together.

The Demon Lord must have slept for too long. Even though the seal was broken, he stood there quietly like a puppet, with a dull expression and empty eyes. Those deep eyes were full of confusion.

The sky called in all kinds of ways to bring it back to the clear sky.

I once looked down upon the kings of the world, but now my eyes are filled with tears.

Why!

Others sighed and quietly retreated.

Zhao Yun also turned around, always giving people time to react.

The outside world is already full of people, including those from the demonic realm and those from the non-demon realm. More than ninety-nine percent of them do not know about the Demon King. They do not know that the Demon King was once granted the title of Eight Pagodas by the Buddhists.

roar!

The little fierce tiger roared and rushed into the underground palace.

Although it is incomplete, it still has memories of the Demon Lord's aura.

After all, it was once the Demon Lord's mount, and it has its own brand in its soul.

"What's going on?" Many people asked.

"The Demon Lord is resurrected." Mr. Bai said with a smile, not hiding anything anymore.

"The devil...the devil is still alive?" Everyone in the audience was stunned, as if they had been struck by lightning.

Under the old tree, Zhao Yun took out the wine bottle and drank alone, waiting for the devil to come out.

Also waiting are Xiao Cai Fan and Xiao Hei Fatty. Maybe their cultivation is too low, maybe they are not at a high level, so they only know the secret now. Yan Ruyu and others who arrived later are also in awe.

I thought about many possibilities, but I didn't expect this one.

The iron box turned out to be the Eight-part Pagoda, and what was sealed was actually the immortal demon king who dominated the world.

I don’t know when the demon king came out of the underground palace.

In eight thousand years, this was the first time he saw the sun.

His expression was still so vicissitudes of life, and still so sad. Those eight iron boxes had trapped him for many generations. Looking around, there was no familiar figure except the sky. The majesty and glory of the past,

Glory, accompanied by long years, is buried in history.

"I've met senior."

Everyone in Qianqiu City bowed with their hands in hand.
To be continued...