The protagonist worships the heavens, with boundless mana

In the wild continent, once in a remote place, the cave of ten thousand demons.

A silver lightning pierced the night sky, illuminating the entire Ancient Cave of Ten Thousand Demons, and a torrential rain fell, washing away the lead in the world.

But the external dirt can be washed away by rain, but how to clean the filth of the human heart.

In the gloomy and majestic Palace of Demons, a human tragedy of killing a teacher and seizing the throne is taking place.

Huairen stared dumbfounded at the scene in front of him, a pitch-black dagger was being stabbed in the heart of an old man with white hair and beard.

The old man's eyes were wide open, bloodshot eyes, and he was looking at him with an unbelievable and heartbroken gaze.

And this dagger is Huairen's side weapon.

You may not believe it, it wasn't him who did it, it was the damn old man opposite him who did it himself.

"You, you traitor, how dare you bully your master and destroy your ancestors, you are so ambitious, you are so heartless..."

The old man said angrily, black blood dripped from the corner of his mouth as he spoke.

The black blood fell on the ground, corroding the bluestone floor of the hall in an instant like concentrated sulfuric acid.

Huairen frowned, "Old man, you are poisoned."

When the old man heard this, the anger on his face faded to reveal a look of helplessness.

"I don't know which little devil secretly gave the old man the chronic poison, but it doesn't matter, they are all dying anyway, and poisoning is superfluous."

Huai Ren sighed, "Old man, can't you just wait a little longer? I'll think of a way to save you soon."

"No, I can't wait anymore."

The helpless look on the old man's face grew stronger, he grabbed the dagger and thrust it into his heart.

Huairen was startled and wanted to reach out his hand to stop him, but seeing the old man's resolute eyes, he put down his hand helplessly.

"This is the last gift this old man will give you. Boy, you are a little devil. You are destined to take over my old devil's mantle and become a peerless great devil. You cannot escape, hahaha."

The old man laughed wildly and slowly fell backwards, onto the throne that belonged to the Demon Lord of the Ten Thousand Demon Cave.

He also found a comfortable posture for himself, opened his eyes wide, and looked like he was dying.

Huairen...

"Old man, you can die as soon as you die, but you should give me the last layer of the Myriad Devils Heart Sutra! Without the last layer of my heart, how can I justifiably be the devil master of the Myriad Demons Nest!"

Huairen's face was full of lovelessness, but there was a sense of sadness in his heart.

Although the old man is the number one devil in the Great Yuan Empire.

Killing like hemp, his hands are stained with the blood of the Jianghu people, his name can stop children from crying, and make the Jianghu people frightened.

But it has to be said that he is Huairen's only relative in this world.

Huairen stepped forward, and was about to help the old man clean up the body, but found writing on the exposed skin of the old man's chest.

Pulling back the skirt of the old man's chest, a piece of exercise was revealed.

Huairen, who practiced the "Ten Thousand Demons Heart Sutra" with the old man since he was a child, knew at a glance that this was the last layer of the heart formula of the Ten Thousand Demons Heart Sutra.

It is also the strongest level of mental technique, the peerless magic skill that claims to be able to see through the mysteries of immortals and mortals, the method of transforming all demons into mortals.

After hesitating for a while, Huairen drew out his dagger, and carefully cut off the "Ten Thousand Demons Transforming Mortals" from the old man.

This is the proof of becoming the Demon Lord of the Ten Thousand Demons Cave, although Huairen is not interested in the position of the Demon Lord of the Ten Thousand Demons Cave.

"Bangdang."

A Moku disciple who came to deliver tea happened to see Huairen peeling his skin, and the tea tray immediately fell to the ground, making a loud noise.

But that disciple didn't notice it, a strong sense of fear rose in his heart, and his body was swaying crazily.

Huairen turned his head and looked over.

"Pfft."

The old devil lord's disciple was paralyzed by Huairen's plain glance, his dead soul ascended to heaven, and his seven souls receded.

Suddenly, this disciple crawled out of the Temple of Ten Thousand Demons, hissing and roaring, breaking the calm of the rainy night.

"The devil killed the old devil, and even peeled off the old devil's skin."

Huairen...

It's over, I can't clean it up, and I will bear the infamy of killing teachers and ancestors for the rest of my life.

Turning to look at the old man's dead body, the corner of the old man's mouth was curved, as if he was smiling, which seemed to be a smile that succeeded in a scheme.

The heavy rain "crashed" non-stop, and it was a little heavier than before, but it couldn't cover up the vibration of Wanmo Nest.

"Boom."

The dazzling lightning split the night like a steel knife, shining on the faces of every Wanmoku disciple.

One after another, the demon heads and demon kings who frightened the people of the Jianghu gathered outside the Palace of Demons.

The rain hit the clothes, faces, and hair of these devils, but none of them moved, like stone sculptures standing in the heavy rain.

Countless demon heads stared at the entrance of the Great Hall of the Ten Thousand Devils Cave.

Waiting patiently for something.

"Tap, tap."

The heavy and rhythmic footsteps sounded like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of the demon kings.

Huairen stepped out of the Hall of Demons step by step, with a piece of human skin with fresh blood in his hand.

Huai Ren's indifferent eyes swept over all the demons present.

"From now on, the Ten Thousand Devils Nest will respect me."

silence.

All the demons looked at the blood-stained human skin with expressions of horror on their faces.

Killing people is commonplace for many devils, and it is not new to pick up the skin and bones.

It's just that this skin is the skin of the first demon king of the Great Yuan Empire, and the person who did it is the direct disciple of the first demon king, the devil son of the Ten Thousand Devils Cave.

Devil, devil, how dare he, how dare he do such a thing, how dare he?

"Traitor, you killed the old devil, killed him, and avenged the old devil."

Among the crowd, someone shouted something.

The voice was indistinct, and it was infused with true energy, so it was impossible to detect the source of the voice.

But the voice fell, but no one responded.

Many of the devils are not Xiaobai who just entered the rivers and lakes, they are all vicious old devils killed from the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood.

How can such a third-rate trick shake the hearts of these devils.

Suddenly, a demon leader knelt down to Huairen and shouted, "Meet the demon lord."

Many demon heads looked at the prostrating specter in surprise.One of the four guardians of the Ten Thousand Demon Cave, the Magic Dragon Guardian.

There are seven elders in Wanmo Cave, four guardians, and the master of Nine Caves.

Among the four protectors, the magic dragon protector is the most important, and his identity is only under the devil lord and the seven elders.

But this person has another layer of identity, he is the direct descendant of the old devil lord, all the devils never dreamed that the first to surrender to the devil was actually the direct descendant of the old devil lord.

"Meet the Demon Lord."

"Meet the Demon Lord."

"Meet the Demon Lord."

Among the crowd, the master of Xuanling Grotto, one of the masters of the nine caves, bowed down.

Then came the White Bone Cave and the two cave owners of the Corpse Cave.

These three are also the direct descendants of the old demon lord.

"I'll wait to see the devil."

One after another, the phantoms were either unwilling, or were terrified by Huai Ren's ruthless methods, or had other plans and knelt down to the ground, bowing their proud heads to Huai Ren.

"Ding, becoming the Demon Lord of the Ten Thousand Devils Cave has been completed, and the current strength has been upgraded to the early stage of the Martial Emperor."

"Tap, tap."

With crisp footsteps stepping on the rain-wet floor, picking up water splashes, Huai Ren passed through the prostrating crowd and walked towards the back of the crowd.

There, a thin girl stood in the rain, her thin and delicate body crumbling in the wind and rain.

She lowered her head slightly and let the rain wet her full hair, mixed with rain and tears, flowing from the snow-white and delicate pretty face, across Ruyu's chin, and dripping down.

Yan Xi, Huairen's junior junior sister, is suspected to be the old man's illegitimate daughter. Of course, the old man has never admitted this.

He was also one of the only three people Huairen cared about in this devil's lair.

Huairen walked up to the girl, took off the purple and gold dress with black feathers, which represented the identity of the devil, and put it on the girl.

"Let's go back!"

At this moment, all explanations are pale, the old man is too ruthless, too extreme.

There is no possibility of Huairen's whitewashing, and he will always be labeled as a villain who deceives his master and destroys his ancestors.

Without saying a word, the girl gritted her silver teeth, turned around stubbornly, and walked towards the residence like a puppet. The black feather dress slipped silently and fell into the rain.