True Immortal of the Netherworld

The great emperor got his wish and saw that the pair of royal horns that had not grown on his youngest son's head grew out under the infusion of the eight-differentiated scale dragon's demonic power. He was ecstatic and his old face blossomed with joy.

"My son, this is what he looks like, this is what he looks like." He couldn't help praising him repeatedly, and the golden cloak behind him seemed to be psychic. It rolled up proudly, and the eight-differentiated scale dragon totem on it was like a living thing. Twisting in the wind.

"Father."

"son."

Father and son looked at each other with nothing but happiness in their eyes.

But at the next moment, the great emperor's joy seemed to be suddenly frozen, and his expression suddenly became numb.

In front of the great emperor.

The Eighth Prince, who had just grown a pair of short horns, began to transform into an uncontrollable spiritual beast. His body became stronger and stronger, with bulging muscles like hills. The pair of horns on his head became longer and longer, sharp as steel. Fork, his eyes were as red as an animal, like an angry deer.

"Ouch!"

The Eighth Prince looked up to the sky and roared, his voice sounding like a beast but not human.

The transformation into a spiritual beast continued, and pieces of gray-black scales grew on his exposed skin, with gray demonic patterns flashing on each scale, which was terrifying.

Stab!

The clothes on his back were torn, and a scaly dragon-like dorsal fin grew out, and behind him there was a scaly dragon's tail that was about ten feet long.

The Eighth Prince shook the tail of the scaly dragon that was about ten feet long behind him, and large swaths of gray-black demonic energy flew around him. His bloodshot eyes stared at the great emperor in front of him.

"Who am I? Where am I? Who are you?"

"Son, I am your father. You are my only prince with two horns. You are the future of the East China Sea Grand Palace and the future master of the Scale Dragon Clan." The Great Emperor explained gently and patiently, trying to wake up the eight-horned prince. The prince's original consciousness.

"You lied. You are different from me. I have scales, but you don't. We are not the same kind. I want to eat you." The eighth prince roared, completely unable to listen to the emperor's words, and he did not recognize them at all. The person in front of him is his father.

When the emperor heard this, tears burst out of his eyes.

As the master of the East China Sea Grand Palace for hundreds of years, he has experienced ups and downs and has never seen any battles.

Five hundred years ago, when the eight-dimensional scale dragon's clone was beheaded, he did not cry. Three hundred years ago, during the decisive battle with the Sharktooth Clan in its heyday, when three brothers died and two entire expedition fleets were lost, he did not cry. Just a few years ago, after he suffered a serious illness, his health deteriorated. When he learned that he did not have long to live, he still did not cry.

Now, his youngest son, who had given all hope, had an accident when he was receiving the fate of the Eight-Dimensional Scale Jiao. He no longer has the calmness and noble-to-cold character that a great emperor should have.

He was a little panicked and at a loss, and tears washed his rough cheeks uncontrollably.

"Son, take a good look, I am your father." The emperor said in an almost pleading tone.

At this moment, he is just an ordinary father, a father who places all his hopes on his son.

The irrational eighth prince could not listen to the great emperor's pleading. At this moment, he was about ten feet tall and as strong as a ferocious beast. The originally tall Emperor was as helpless as a child in front of him.

Whoosh!

The Eighth Prince stepped forward in one step, his huge body extremely flexible, and he was in front of the Great Emperor.

He quickly stretched out an arm covered with gray-black scales, the nails of his claws were as sharp as forks, clasped the great emperor's neck, and then lifted it up. The great emperor hung there like a chicken caught by a flying eagle.

asphyxia!

The great emperor's face turned purple from the suffocation, and the sharp nails of the scaly eighth prince pierced his neck, and blood flowed out, dyeing his golden python robe red.

pain!

The emperor's heart was stabbed hard and mercilessly.

The pain in his neck was nothing, he was worried about his son. Although he is now in his twilight years, with his cultivation at the second level of Daoming Realm, he still has enough resistance ability to severely injure or even kill the Eighth Prince who turned into a scale dragon in an instant.

despair!

The youngest son, his entire hope, has now turned into an irrational beast, leaving him in despair. He was desperate for his own fate and the fate of the Scale Dragon Clan. He would rather die in the hands of his most beloved son than hurt or kill him with his own hands, and he would rather see the Scale Dragon Clan collapse without a successor.

He looked at his son with his old eyes, his vision blurred by tears, and he could not clearly see the appearance of the person in front of him. In the blur, he seemed to see the childish son a few years ago who would suck his fingers while eating sweets and act coquettishly in front of him.

"Xiaobao, I am your father."

He called the Eighth Prince by his nickname, but he could only think in his heart. His neck was clenched tightly by the Eighth Prince's claws, and he could not make a sound.

The long period of suffocation made the great emperor lose the ability to resist. His limbs were like dry willow branches, hanging down feebly.

"Clang!"

A small object slipped from his cuff and hit the crystal ground with a crisp sound.

It was a round white jade pendant, without any carvings on the surface, as smooth as a mirror and as warm as water. It is tied with a red knot. The knot is in the shape of a cross. The style is ordinary. It is not as noble as a royal treasure should be. It looks like something from ordinary people's homes, ordinary but warm.

Just as the round jade pendant rolled down onto the toes of the Eighth Prince, the Eighth Prince's feet had transformed into beasts like eagle claws.

The eighth prince, who had turned into a spirit beast, was attracted by this subtle movement, and he glanced down.

The warm white color of the jade pendant and the ordinary red color of the knot caught his eyes.

His eyes, which were originally full of blood, seemed to have been given an antidote, and most of the scarlet color faded away in an instant.

He murmured: "Jade pendant, little treasure, father, gift."

…

When the Eighth Prince was only five years old, his mother taught him how to weave the knot, and tied it on a white jade pendant as a birthday gift for the Great Emperor.

"Mother, will Father like this gift that Xiaobao gave him?" The child held the jade pendant he had strung in both hands, blinked his big innocent eyes, and asked with hope.

"Of course you will. Your father loves Xiaobao the most. I believe that in the near future, your father will take you back to the Grand Palace." The mother-in-law in gorgeous clothes said kindly.

"Then please ask my mother and concubine to give this gift to my father. I wish my father eternal life and always be good to Xiaobao." The child said happily.

The next day, the gift was delivered to the emperor.

"This is the best birthday gift I have ever received. Tell Xiaobao that as a father, I will always be kind to him until I die." The emperor said casually with a happy face.

"On this happy birthday, you are talking nonsense." The imperial concubine said with an embarrassed look on her face.

"Hahaha."

The emperor disagreed and laughed heartily. After looking at it carefully, he put the jade pendant away close to his body. He murmured in his heart: "Xiaobao, my son, as long as you are good and successfully inherit the throne of the East China Sea Grand Palace, my father will be at ease even if he dies."

…

Just when the Eighth Prince's consciousness regained some clarity, his grip on the Emperor's neck loosened slightly.

He took a breath.

The great emperor seemed to have just had a nightmare, like a nightmare falling into an endless abyss.

"What are you doing? You are still the emperor of the Grand Palace, still the leader of the Scale Dragon Tribe, and still Xiaobao's father. How can you give up so easily? The powerful emperor kept asking himself in his heart.

"It's fate, Mr. Yaki said it when he left. It takes enough fate to withstand the fate brought down by Mr. Yaki." He whispered.

Immediately, he raised his hands to cover the sharp claws that were still holding his neck. He exerted force with his hands and said, "Xiaobao, my father is sorry for you."

A powerful force of true energy gathered on his hands. It was a powerful force that could only be achieved by cultivation in the Daoming realm. It was enough to build mountains.

"Click."

Transformed into a spiritual beast, the Eighth Prince's fingers were torn off.

The Great Emperor broke free from the Eighth Prince's imprisonment in an instant.

The Eighth Prince was enraged by the sharp pain coming from his fingers. His eyes, which had been clear just now, suddenly turned blood red again.

"Ouch!"

The ferocious beast roared with vengeance, waving its sharp claws and clawing at the great emperor.

Tsk tsk tsk tsk.

The sharp claws rubbed the air, leaving claw marks.

The great emperor retreated sharply.

While flying backwards, he used both hands to twist the wheel-like magic formula.

On the fingertips, blood lines flew around. They were the power of his essence and blood, which blessed the essence of life.

"Don't you have enough destiny? I'll give you mine." The great emperor said loudly, with only determination in his eyes without any hesitation.

I saw that the blood lines on his hands actually looked like a blood-scale dragon about a foot in size. The blood-scale dragon had eight heads and was lifelike.

"change!"

The Great Emperor gave a clear drink and used the art of blood-soul transmutation.

The eight-headed blood-scaled dragon, which was about a foot in size, instantly turned into countless lines of blood and pounced on the rushing Eighth Prince.

The distance was too close, and the eighth prince who transformed into a spirit beast subconsciously stretched out his arms to protect his face.

Those blood lines fell on his body, sizzling, steaming, and then sank directly under the eighth prince's skin.

A warmth penetrated the eighth prince's body, like spring breeze or nectar.

After a while, the eighth prince's spirit-beast body began to shrink, gradually returning to the appearance of a young man.

At this time, the Eighth Prince's aura was thicker than before, and his power was greatly increased.

"Father! Is this what it is?" the Eighth Prince asked when he saw the exhausted Emperor standing across from him with one hand on the ground, and quickly stepped forward to help him.

"Nothing? Xiaobao, you are the only one who is good to me. Daddy, I can do anything."

The great emperor at this moment is just a father.

"Father."

"son."

Father and son hug.

…

At the entrance of Feng Mingyuan.

A golden figure flashed, and the golden-robed eldest prince was the first to run out.

Afterwards, the second prince in red robe, the third prince in purple robe, and the fifth prince in green robe and the sixth prince in blue robe also ran out of Feng Mingyuan's cave one after another.

At this time, the five people had recovered a lot from their previous extreme fatigue.

"Brother, look across the way. It's Boluo's expedition fleet. Boluo is on board. Why didn't he follow the plan he had agreed with us before and outflank it from behind?" The third prince in purple robe pointed at the ships on the sea. General Boro said.

The golden-robed eldest prince raised his eyes and looked carefully, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"This? This?" The golden-robed eldest prince, who was usually very good at speaking, was dumbfounded.

His horrified eyes saw.

The cannon muzzles on the opposite expedition fleet were all pointing at this place, and the leader, Boro, was making a gesture to prepare to fire.

Several other princes also instantly realized the danger of the situation.

"It's his grandma's fault. Is this old man Boluo going to rebel?" the second red-robed prince said angrily. Red demonic energy rolled around him, glaring angrily.

"What's going on?" The fifth prince and the sixth prince asked in unison, and they moved closer together.

"Is it us that Boluo wants to deal with?" the third prince in purple robe said with a serious expression.