The Mythical Demon Lord

Chapter 212: Immortal Ancient Celebration
In a fairy palace shrouded in fairy mist, the ancient steps exude a hazy chaotic air. Walking on them, one can listen to the sounds of the great way, and the whole person feels as if he is about to attain enlightenment.

A rich immortal aura is in the air. If a mortal were to take a breath of it, he would probably break through the realm immediately.

Zhong Heng has white hair and is walking on the steps with his red clothes fluttering. There are many living creatures beside him.

The scenery nearby is beautiful, with white mist blowing, beautiful mountains and rivers, fairy birds flying, and auspicious beasts appearing.

Next to the Chaos Stairs, a white unicorn cub was playing around and chasing a royal flounder in the flower field.

Even fairy phoenixes flew across the sky from time to time, and each one was extremely powerful.

After walking through the chaotic steps, there is a huge square in front of you, at the end of which is a platform suspended in the air.

There were densely packed palaces and sacred mountains ahead. After Zhong Heng walked through the chaotic steps, he flashed and came directly to a hall.

He knocked on the door, and an old voice suddenly came from inside, saying, "Come in when you're here."

Zhong Heng pushed open the door, and it was a simple room with complete furniture. There was a platform in front, and a white-haired old man was sitting cross-legged on the platform.

The old man had his white hair tied up, and his beard and eyebrows were very long, giving him a kind of immortal air.

His face was ruddy and there seemed to be no trace of wrinkles.

"Master." Zhong Heng simply bowed and sat cross-legged on a cushion without saying a word.

The old man was helpless when he saw Zhong Heng's expression. He said, "Heng'er, your foundation is obviously capable of breaking through to the True Immortal Realm, so why haven't you broken through yet?"

He asked doubtfully. With Zhong Heng's current combat power, he had already surpassed all True Immortals.

Even the true immortal descendants taught by the Immortal King cannot defeat Zhong Heng today.

"I'm trying to take a different path." Zhong Heng said calmly.

His master was a great Immortal King who had lived for countless years.

"Your junior brother is trying to follow the path of using one's body as a seed. The path you are taking is somewhat similar to using one's body as a seed. Perhaps you can guide him a little." The old man's expression was quite serious.

According to their deduction, the path of using one's body as a seed is a dead end and is absolutely impossible in this era.

And before long, perhaps a terrible war will break out.

Zhong Heng nodded slightly, thought for a moment and said, "Master, I want to ask you for help with something."

The old man showed a look of surprise on his face. Zhong Heng actually wanted him to help with something. This matter must be unusual.

You know, the number of times he helped Zhong Heng was no more than ten times.

It was when the old monster attacked Zhong Heng that he had to call out his cheap master.

"I would like to ask Master to extract the immortal substance in my body." Zhong Heng said after thinking for a while. He felt that the Immortal King must have this ability.

The old man's face changed, and he immediately objected: "No, extracting the immortal substance from your body means extracting your life span, I can't do it."

Immortal matter is the basis of immortality. Now Zhong Heng’s body can produce immortal matter on its own. Even if it is drained of energy, it will still be produced.

Zhong Heng showed a look of as expected, and then he requested: "Then Master, send me into the sea of ​​boundaries."

The sea boundary is his goal.

It is a bit difficult to enter the boundary sea from the original realm. If you want to go to the boundary sea from the fairyland, you have to travel a long time.

The old man's expression became even uglier. He scolded, "Nonsense, what kind of place is the Sea of ​​Realm? Even if I went there, I would be in danger of death, let alone you who haven't broken through to the True Immortal realm yet."

Back then, he almost got lost in the sea of ​​boundaries and nearly died. It took him a lot of effort to return to the fairyland.

Zhong Heng's face was calm, and then he said: "Then I will never be able to break through to the realm of True Immortal, nor to the realm of Immortal King in my lifetime. If you have the guts, imprison me, otherwise I must go to this world sea."

If outsiders knew that Zhong Heng actually dared to speak to the Immortal King giant like this, they would probably all be shocked.

The corner of the old man's mouth twitched slightly. He was so angry that his face turned red. He pointed at Zhong Heng, and finally sighed suddenly, put down his finger, and sighed: "Forget it, it's up to you."

"I calculated your origins back then, but found that they were completely illusory and seemed to not exist in this ancient history."

"You and I are just a master-disciple relationship. No matter what you do, I can't stop you." "I just hope you can come back safely this time."

The old man seemed to have accepted his fate. His disciple was no ordinary person and was capable of all kinds of evil. No matter whose offspring they were, if they offended him, they would die.

Over the years, he had no idea how many times he had fought for Zhong Heng and blocked the wrath of dozens of Immortal Kings.

This is the biggest demon in the ancient era of immortals. The younger generation calls him the Demon Head, and the demon practitioners call him the Demon Lord.

This is not just a title, but a recognition and a powerful force.

No one below the Immortal King can kill Zhong Heng.

"Thank you, Master." Zhong Heng stood up and bowed, feeling slightly excited.

There are too few struggles in the fairyland and the primitive world, and the competitiveness is not that great.

Everything here was too peaceful and not suitable for him at all.

Even when fighting a life-and-death duel, one must spare the other person's life based on his or her background.

The same is true for Wuzhong and Samsara. Once they fight with the descendants of the Immortal Kings, they will restrain themselves and discuss the Dao with each other.

But Zhong Heng is the only one who really doesn't care about the background behind him. He longs to be hunted down and to hone himself in a bloody battle.

In this era, he had fought countless bloody battles in foreign lands and was hunted down by many true immortals in the fairyland.

Even an Immortal King met his end.

But the Immortal King was blocked by his master.

"Before you leave, say goodbye to your friends. After all, you don't know if you can come back after this separation." The old man sighed slightly.

Zhong Heng nodded. He also wanted to meet Wuzhong and others.

A few days later, many powerful men and monks came from the depths of the primitive world.

This was a grand event that countless people saw: great men walking on the sky, a golden crow cutting through the ancient universe, and a real dragon flying in the sky.

Some people even saw an endless sea of ​​thunder emerging in the void. A silver-haired man emerged from the blood-red sea of ​​thunder and walked out step by step towards the depths of the primordial world.

Some people even saw dense golden willow branches running through the endless world and reaching the depths of the primordial realm.

"That's it. The grand event has begun!"

"Lord Wuchen held a grand event to bring the younger generation together with the adults."

“It should be said that the disciple accepted by Master Wuchen is so powerful that it is terrifying. He has been invincible since he started from the Seed Dao Realm and has killed all the younger generation. No one dares to claim the title of master. He is worthy of being the Demon Lord.”

“That’s the ancestral spirit!!”

Some people saw that a huge willow tree was rooted in the chaos, standing side by side with the World Tree. A glowing world was hung on each young willow, and the rich power of faith was pervasive.

A man in men's clothing walked out from the huge willow tree. His face could not be seen clearly, but his beautiful black hair flowed down like a waterfall. It seemed as if he was dragging three thousand worlds behind him, with countless gods and demons surrounding him and performing sacrifices.

The man tore the void with one hand, took a step forward, and instantly arrived at the Wuchen Dojo.

He exudes the aura of the pinnacle of humanity.

On the Wuchen Road surrounded by fairy mist, many powerful monks were walking in the air, while the young monks were staring at the scene with their eyes wide open, shoulders linked.

This was the first grand event organized by the Immortal King. All the younger generation were welcome to participate, and even many supreme figures participated.

Zhong Heng stood beside a long jade table, silently observing the people coming, and then started to get busy again.

In this world, his evil spirit seemed to be wiped out, and his heart was calm and peaceful.

"Fellow Daoist Zhong Heng, we are here!!"

(End of this chapter)