Super Sect Development System

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Even if the Eight-Angled Nether Clan somehow escaped from the Dharma Mountain where several Saint-level strongmen were stationed,

Even if he could awaken the memory of more than 20 million years ago before it became a puppet,

Even if his strength is now close to the terrifying Dark King,

He can't survive the 20 million years of Heart Demon Tribulation, which is simply called "non-existent".

Li Qingyun's eyes were a little dazed, just watching the hundreds of miles of icebergs slowly dissipate, and the large areas of ice and snow in the snowy area evaporated. The Eight-Angled Nether Clan once again embarrassedly drilled into the next iceberg, with red eyes, like a crazy wild dog.

Under this Heart Demon Tribulation, even such a strong man has no dignity.

Finally, when the Eight-Angled Nether Clan drilled into the third iceberg, it suddenly cried out strangely to the sky in despair, and then the terrifying breath fell rapidly.

"It's over...?" Li Qingyun asked blankly.

From the time when the Octagonal Nether Clan was stimulated by the long-lost memory, its strength increased, to the time when the Heart Demon Tribulation came, to the time when it died now, it was only a quarter of an hour.

"Yes, it's over..." Hu Yanzhuo turned around and patted Li Qingyun's shoulder, saying sadly: "Speaking of which, you may not believe it, when I was experiencing the 100,000-year Heart Demon Tribulation, it took a full year, and the torture lasted for a full year..."

Li Qingyun trembled and said: "Such inhuman torture will last for a whole year?"

Hu Yanzhuo retracted his gaze and looked at the horizon: "It is said that Ling Xiao, the master of the Seven Star Mountain, took a full fifty years when he was experiencing the million-year Heart Demon Tribulation..."

"That is to say..." Li Qingyun took over Hu Yanzhuo's words and murmured: "The 20 million-year Heart Demon Tribulation experienced by the Octagonal Nether Clan may last for thousands of years..."

"And the Octagonal Nether Clan, even with a strength close to that of the Dark Lan King, finally only... persisted for a quarter of an hour?"

Hu Yanzhuo took out the wine gourd from his waist and poured out a mouthful of wine: "That's it..."

A quarter of an hour, and a thousand years

The power of heaven was overwhelming, and the despair of the cultivators on the path of cultivation against heaven was no longer so real at this moment.

"Okay, let's go down and take a look. Although the inner demon calamity is over, the Eight-Angled Nether Clan has not completely fallen, but its strength can no longer threaten us." Hu Yanzhuo was unwilling to continue this topic. He waved his hand and rushed down with Li Qingyun and others.

The crowd flew through the water vapor rising from the evaporation of ice and snow above and flew to the body of the Eight-Angled Nether Clan.

The Eight-Angled Nether Clan's aura was still strong at this time, but it was shrouded in a breath of death, and people could not see a trace of life.

Li Qingyun and others stood directly in front of the Eight-Angled Nether Clan dozens of feet away. With Hu Yanzhuo's protection, it was safe enough here.

The Eight-Angled Nether Clan lay flat on the ground, his eyes still staring at the sky in a daze, and it seemed that countless memories were still flashing in his eyes.

Li Qingyun said softly: "This... well, senior, I don't know how much time you have left, but please wake up."

The eight-cornered underworld clan heard this, rolled his eyes, looked up, saw Li Qingyun, lowered his head, looked at his body, showed a bitter smile on his face, and said: "It seems that this is not a dream..."

Li Qingyun and his companions were immediately surprised.

The words spoken by the eight-cornered underworld clan are an extremely ancient language. If they had not already learned the "Sound Dao" that the high-level cultivators in the cultivation world had already known, there would be no way to understand the words of the eight-cornered underworld clan.

Yes, the underworld clan had just gone through inhuman torture, which can be understood as a nightmare for mortals. Nightmares and coma at night can also make people have illusions between illusion and reality.

At this time, the eight-cornered underworld clan said that it was not a dream, which is understandable.

"Yes, this is not a dream, your heart demon tribulation failed." Li Qingyun said.

The Eight-Angled Dark Clan raised his head, looked at Li Qingyun, and suddenly sneered: "I know you."

Li Qingyun smiled and said: "Then you should naturally know the reason why I came to you."

The Eight-Angled Dark Clan's consciousness has been restored, and it is normal for him to recognize himself.

"Of course I know." After saying this, the Eight-Angled Dark Clan fumbled around and took out two bracelets.

"This is it!" Li Qingyun recognized it directly. The bracelets were carrying the breath of the soul. These two soul powers were exactly those of Mei Suer and Zheng Yuan!

It seems that these two bracelets are where Mei Suer and Zheng Yuan's souls were placed after they were cursed with evil spirits.

"What do you mean, tell me." Li Qingyun naturally understood that the Eight-Angled Dark Clan would definitely not give these two bracelets to him for nothing.

It is said that when a person is about to die, his words are also good, but Li Qingyun does not believe that such a situation also exists among cultivators.

Back in the Seven Star City, he had witnessed the madness of Taoist Ji Ping, who was facing his end and knew that he had only a few years to live.

When a mortal is about to die, he is already an old man with no power, but when a monk is about to die, he is still a terrifying existence that can easily destroy the city. There is no comparison.

"I am Xian Yu Gong." The Eight-Cornered Underworld Clan actually introduced himself.

"As you can see, Xian Yu is not a surname from the Underworld, but the name of a great clan in the Holy Realm. Although my bloodline belongs to the Underworld Clan, I am essentially a person from the Holy Realm."

Li Qingyun nodded. Although he didn't know whether the surname Xian Yu was from the Underworld or the Holy Realm, he could only listen at this time, because as long as the Eight-Cornered Underworld Clan gently pinched, Mei Su'er and Zheng Yuan's lives would disappear.

Moreover, Li Qingyun was also quite interested in the mysterious Bajiao Ming Clan.

"It has been more than 20 million years since the Ghost Sea Era. I wonder if the Xianyu family still exists..." Xianyu Gong said sadly: "Looking back to the past, I, Xianyu Gong, was also a hero who galloped across the world. I never thought that today I would be so miserable..."

Speaking of this, Xianyu Gong turned and looked at Li Qingyun: "Among all the clans, the flesh of the Ming Clan is not naturally strong... But my flesh has already reached the Pure Yang realm."

"I know the flesh cultivation method you want, right?" Xianyu Gong asked directly.

"Yes." Li Qingyun did not deny.

"Promise me one condition, I can pass this flesh cultivation method to you, and I can also not kill your two friends." Xianyu Gong looked at Li Qingyun calmly.

Li Qingyun also looked at Xianyu Gong calmly. From the beginning, he expected this to happen.

"The request of a top king-level warrior before his death must be full of dangers. I need a guarantee of safety." Li Qingyun said calmly, not caring about the physical skills and the life and death of his two friends.

Xian Yugong smiled and said, "The Xianyu family was a palace-level force tens of millions of years ago. My request is that you absorb the blood power of my body, which appears to be from the underworld, but has actually become the blood power of the saints. As the purest blood heir, go and inherit all the resources of the Xianyu family..."

"Are you... willing?"