my destiny villain

The border of Xianchu Haotu and Endless Demon Realm is called Scarlet Plateau.

This plateau seems to lie at the end of the world, like a broad and boundless spine, spreading for countless millions of miles.

On both sides is the abyss shrouded in bloody mist, and a cold and bleak wind blows all year round.

Some practitioners with weaker cultivation bases may be blown away by those strong winds when they come here, and their souls will be blown away.

And once falling into the bloody abyss on both sides, even the Immortal King would have a hard time surviving.

Now, with the killing of Xianchu Haotu and Yaoting, the blood here is even more intense.

Countless Celestial Soldiers of Immortal Chu Haotu fought with the monster army, blood flowed like rivers, and corpses were everywhere.

This battle has lasted for almost half a year. Although both sides suffered a lot of losses, according to its background, it was actually not painful.

The Yaozu is one of the largest and most numerous ethnic groups in the Xiyuan civilization.

Although the demon court has not ruled all the demon clans, there are countless big monsters under its command, and the strength of each big monster is unfathomable.

On top of the big monster, there are monster generals, big monster generals, demon kings and so on.

The monster army lost during this period is not even a little bit superficial.

Existences at the level of demon generals and demon kings have not ended yet, they are just in charge of sweeping the formation and watching from the edge of the battlefield.

The cultivation base has reached the immortal emperor, and even the Dao realm, they are the core existence of the mainstay of each power, and it will be a pity to lose one.

For Xianchu Haotu, the meaning of this battle is at most to deal with the demon court.

In fact, Xianchu Haotu didn't intend to really start a war with the demon court.

However, many demon kings in the demon court are acting positively and negatively, thinking that the demon ancestor is crazy, and it is not wise at all to start a war with Xianchu Haotu at such a juncture.

However, frightened by the power of Juyao Conch and Yaozu, they did not dare to disobey their orders, so many Yaolords did not really participate in the battle, even if they fought with Xianchu Haotu

The presence of the opponents, did not try their best, and has been avoiding injuries.

"Over the years, my father has been studying the Dao in Yuyuan in retreat, and my elder brother, as the demon emperor, has also devoted himself to pursuing power and has neglected to discipline and govern the demon court. This has made many demon kings under the demon court less and less afraid of the demon court's power. Prestige."

"No wonder Xianchu Haotu didn't show any affection this time, and his attitude was so tough. This is simply deceiving me that there is no one in the demon court."

Wearing a black-gold cloak with a golden crow pattern embroidered on his sleeves, Di Kun, the Seventh Crown Prince of the Demon Court, took the shape of a human and stood on the Scarlet Plateau.

He looked at the fierce battle ahead with an ugly expression, and a deep coldness shone in the depths of his eyes.

Among the nine descendants of the Yaozu, he was ranked seventh, not at the top.

The talent of the bloodline is not as good as that of the eldest brother and others, and the degree of favor is not as good as that of the eighth and ninth brothers.

But among all the descendants, he is the most diligent and hardworking, and at the same time

It is also one of the most diligent.

However, he still doesn't get the Yaozu's attention.

A big reason why Di Kun got close to his ninth younger brother Di Wen was to take this opportunity to make Yao Zu pay attention to him.

And Di Kun's goal was also very successful. After he got close to Di Wen, he did get the attention that Yao Zu had never had before.

But now that Di Wen is killed, it will also mean that he may return to the way he was before, and gradually fade out of the demon ancestor's vision.

Di Kun was very unwilling. He had the heart to become a demon emperor, but he had no chance to show his talents.

Now it was hard for him to see a glimmer of hope, but now that glimmer of hope was shattered again.

"Now that my father is in a rage, Immortal Chu Haotu can't shrink back and refuses to hand over the murderer who killed the ninth younger brother. All the demon kings are also obedient and obedient, and they refuse to attack with all their strength."

"The other elder brothers, they are mediocre and incompetent. Relying on the talent of their blood, they have a whole body of ability, but they don't know how to use it. Now they are also afraid of Immortal Chu Haotu. It is impossible for them to avenge Di Wen."

"However, this may be another chance for me."

Di Kun's eyes flickered, and many thoughts flashed through his mind.

He had to let Yaozu express such malice, and at the same time let Xianchu Haotu pay the painful price he deserved.

Only in this way can he stand out from those few mediocre older brothers and gain more respect from the Demon Emperor.

This time he was so active and set off to Longling Ancient Territory to destroy it, and he also had this consideration in mind.

The other side of the Scarlet Plateau is the other ancient domain of Xianchu Haotu, and now many strong men are stationed there, frightening the endless demon domain from the air.

Among them, there is no shortage of Dao Realm existences that can compete with Di Kun.

Although he has survived six times of Heaven's Decay Tribulation, he is not sure that he can truly lead the monster army and capture the opposite side of the Scarlet Plateau.

"Indeed, this is your chance."

"If you grasp it well, you will be the demon emperor in the future demon court..."

Suddenly, an illusory voice that was difficult to distinguish between true and false sounded in Di Kun's mind.

The voice was vast and far-reaching, and the mountains were far away from the sea. It was very flat, as if there would be no emotional fluctuations.

"who are you?"

Hearing this, Di Kun was taken aback for a moment, but when he realized it, his complexion suddenly changed, and he turned his head to look around.

On the vast and boundless blood-colored plateau, there are only endless blood-colored winds blowing.

Some scattered corpses rolled and fell into the abyss from time to time, without even making a sound.

If it wasn't for this voice, it was too real, but it really resounded in his mind.

Di Kun almost wondered if he heard it wrong.

Relying on his ability to survive six times of Heaven's Decay and half a foot into the Ancestral Dao Realm, he couldn't catch the source of this sound at all.

This voice does not know where it comes from.

There were no fluctuations or auras, no trace or direction to be found, and it seemed to come from the depths of his heart.

While this shocked Di Kun, it was also a little creepy.

"It doesn't matter who I am."

"The important thing is that I can help you become the Demon Emperor."

This flat, emotionless voice sounded in Di Kun's mind again.

"Help me become a demon emperor?"

Di Kun's complexion changed again, suppressing the shock and horror in his eyes.

He was completely sure that this voice came from the bottom of his heart.

It was as if he could fully understand what was on his mind.

"Don't you want to?" The voice seemed to be a chuckle of unknown meaning.

Although it was a chuckle, there were still not many mood swings.

This made Di Kun even more astonished.

To know such a method, even his father could not do it.

As an existence that has survived six catastrophes, he has been able to completely conceal his own fate.

All thoughts and feelings are contained within oneself, so how can they be captured and known by others?

He couldn't help but suppress his shock, tried to calm himself down, and then took a deep breath and asked, "Seven

"How on earth did you know the thoughts in my heart?"

"As long as you have desires, then I can hear your desires. I live in the hearts of all spirits, and I am omnipotent."

The voice's answer was still flat, without any waves.