I am eight years old again, and I will never serve as a cauldron for the empress again.

If we go back to the past, even if the Blood Demon Ancestor racked his brains, he could not imagine that Zhuang Zhou could comprehend the Art of Withering and Flourishing to the third level in such a short time. The Blood Demon Ancestor himself comprehended the Art of Withering and Flourishing, but after so many years, he only comprehended the third level, which is the same as Zhuang Zhou now.

Do not!

Zhuang Zhou's art of withering and flourishing essentially uses the way of life as support, while his art of withering and flourishing is supported by the way of withering and flourishing, so his art of withering and flourishing is not even as powerful as Zhuang Zhou's.

Thinking of this, the Blood Demon Ancestor felt that his thousand years of life had been in vain, and he might as well die.

"Well, the fourth level of this art of withering glory is a bit difficult!"

Zhuang Zhou didn't pay attention to the changes in the Blood Demon's mentality.

At this moment, all the concentration is on the art of withering glory.

This magical power is indeed mysterious.

He can pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, he can hide his figure, and he can explode in an instant. This magical power is so in line with his personality that it is simply tailor-made for him.

Zhuang Zhou is the kind of person who would never confront the enemy head-on if he could pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger by taking shortcuts.

So he decided to practice the Art of Withering and Flourishing to its peak, and after returning to Lingtian Realm, give a surprise to those enemies who were planning to attack him.

"call!"

I heard Zhuang Zhou say that it was a bit difficult for him to practice the fourth level of the Art of Withered Glory.

The Blood Demon Ancestor finally breathed a sigh of relief.

If Zhuang Zhou could understand the fourth level of the art of withering glory in a short period of time, then he could simply hit him to death instead of living.

Just when the blood demon ancestor secretly swore in his heart.

A blood-red light bloomed from Zhuang Zhou's chest.

The power of qi and blood in his body continued to gather towards his chest at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Blood Demon Ancestor's body was stiff. He looked at Zhuang Zhou with his mouth wide open, unable to close. An egg could fit in his mouth.

"Wither...the fourth level of the art of withered glory?!"

We, the Blood Demon Ancestor, had not expected that Zhuang Zhou would actually comprehend the fourth level of the Art of Withering and Flourishing in front of him.

The fourth level of the Art of Withering and Flourishing, the blood-colored relic!

For the Blood Demon Ancestor, the fourth level of the Art of Withering and Flourishing actually only exists in legends.

Because his art of withered glory was taught by his master, and his master did not comprehend the art of withered glory to the fourth level before he died, and condensed a bloody relic.

Understanding of the bloody relics.

The Blood Demon Ancestor was still found in the sect’s oldest classics…

In the past, the blood-colored relics that could only be seen in ancient books now appeared in front of him, and the Blood Demon Ancestor was extremely excited.

Finally saw it for real!

"The blood-colored relic condenses the qi and blood of the whole body! The qi and blood burns and has an end. It is said that this qi and blood relic can replenish the qi and blood in the body of the practitioner, making it endless!"

The Blood Demon Ancestor muttered to himself.

"If the third level of the art of dry glory is about explosion, the fourth level is about durability! In a battle between masters, the winner can be determined in an instant, but if the strength is evenly matched, or if you are deeply trapped in the enemy camp, the endurance will be It’s the key to victory or defeat!”

The Blood Demon Patriarch now looked at Zhuang Zhou with a different look in his eyes.

He muttered to himself, his eyes filled with excitement.

"There is a successor. My Art of Withering and Flourishing has a successor! After a thousand years, someone has finally comprehended the Art of Withering and Flourishing to the fourth level. It can be carried forward!"

While Zhuang Zhou condensed the bloody relics, he stuffed the elixir that replenished Qi and blood into his mouth like rice.

Condensing a blood-colored relic requires consuming all of one's energy and blood.

If he hadn't had the elixir to replenish his body, he would have been turned into a dried corpse long ago!

One, two, three...

Bloody relics appeared one after another.

In the end, nine bloody relics were condensed in Zhuang Zhou's body.

The pill he took made even him feel distressed!

However, condensing nine blood-colored relics is a prerequisite for practicing the Art of Withering and Flourishing to the fifth level.

As for the Art of Withering and Flourishing, if we talk about the power, the first four levels are just strange tricks.

There are too many skills, and it is not considered to be a top-notch occult magical power.

However, when one reaches the fifth level of the art of dry glory, one has truly entered the level of magical powers and secrets.

The art of withered glory and bloody relics can form an array in the body, attracting the demon god in the void to come and give him strength.

The more blood-colored relics there are, the stronger the energy and blood power contained in the relics, and the stronger the demon that is attracted to descend will be.

When the demon comes, as long as the corresponding resources or sacrifices are given, the demon can fight for him.

Furthermore, the caster can temporarily become one with the demon.

Use the power of the devil to perform various magical powers.

Of course, if after borrowing the power of the devil, the feedback resources are not enough, the devil will devour the blood and even the flesh and soul of the caster as compensation.

"The fifth level of the Art of Withered Glory, the devil is coming!"

Zhuang Zhou sang in a low voice.

The nine blood-colored relics were arranged in his body.

Behind Zhuang Zhou, a bloody vortex appeared. The vortex swirled and grew larger and larger, and finally a majestic figure walked out of it.

"Who is calling me?"

"Who disturbed my slumber?"

The voice was low and long, making people feel depressed and frightened.

A three-meter-tall demon giant appeared.

He has green skin, a tall build, and holds a huge mace in his hand, giving people a sense of calmness and self-power.

"Green Goblin!"

After seeing the giant, the Blood Demon Ancestor couldn't help but reveal a look of horror.

"Is it so careless to name a demon god? Based on the color of his skin? This green skin is the Green Demon God. If it were replaced with purple skin, wouldn't it be the Purple Demon God?"

Zhuang Zhou said jokingly.

The Blood Demon Ancestor was horrified: "Don't talk nonsense, this is the great Demon God, you can't offend him!"

The Blood Demon Ancestor was quite respectful to the Demon God. Although this Green Demon God was also at the Tiangang Realm level, his bloodline was extremely strong, and ordinary Yin-Yang Realm powerhouses were no match for him.

If Zhuang Zhou offended the Green Demon God because of his bad words, he might be able to kill Zhuang Zhou with just one slap.

The Green Demon slowly looked towards Zhuang Zhou.

His look was majestic.

He frowned slightly.

How dare such an ant make fun of himself?

However, just as the Green Demon was about to make a move, an even more powerful pressure suddenly burst out from Zhuang Zhou's body. An incomparably noble bloodline suppression frightened the Green Demon. He quickly retracted his big hand, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed continuously, like pounding garlic, begging for forgiveness.

This is the aura of the Eight Prince's Golden Crow Egg in Zhuang Zhou's body.

The Golden Crow of the Sun was the most powerful bloodline in the age of mythology. Compared with this, hybrid demons like the Green Demon God were far behind.

The more ancient an existence is, the more it pays attention to the level of bloodline.

If a mixed-blood demon like the Green Demon God were placed in the age of mythology, he wouldn't be worthy of carrying the Eighth Prince's shoes. The Eighth Prince's pressure would make him surrender immediately.

now.

The blood demon ancestor is numb.

After getting to know Zhuang Zhou, his three views and common sense were overturned again and again.

In the classics of their sect.

Every demon god who appears under the summons of the fifth level of the Art of Withered Glory needs to be worshiped and entertained like their ancestors, so that these unruly demon gods can give them corresponding power during battle.

But when it came to Zhuang Zhou, the extremely arrogant demon god became humble and knelt on the ground like a grandson, kowtowed continuously.

Is it possible that this demon has a tendency to be evil, and the more humiliated he is, the happier they are?