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I am truly blessed.

The sixth generation Demon Lord of the demon clan.

He once led the demons to attack the heaven, but ultimately died at their hands.

That time, the demons were closest to victory.

It is the step that gives the demons the best hope of returning to the mainland and seeing the light of day again.

Unfortunately, we still lost.

How can I describe the tragedy of that time?

Nearly 70% of the demon soldiers were killed or wounded. My four guardians tried their best to protect me, escorted me to the heaven, and finally died for me.

The nine elders expended their own energy day and night to maintain the Tongtian magic formation.

The eight demon generals fought with the gods before they reached the heavens! In the end, more than half of them were killed or injured.

That time, I was the only one who reached the heaven.

But I still lost.

I hate and I resent, but I can do nothing about it.

In the end, I died without a complete body.

What was I thinking at that time?

I was a young and ignorant girl who was chosen by the elders to take over the position of the Saint and was entrusted with an important task.

They told me about the eternal feud between the demons and gods.

The demons at that time were not called the Demons, but the Spirits. The members of the tribe were born extremely beautiful and had long lifespans.

At that time, there were not only elves and humans in the Demon-Slaying Continent, but also many ancient races.

They lived together on that continent, in peace, beauty, stability, harmony, and were as close as one family.

until that day.

They called themselves gods and migrated here with a guilty conscience.

The Eldar accepted them.

Teach them how to breathe in and out spiritual energy, how to practice, and how to live.

They were very talented and quickly adapted to survival on this continent, becoming stronger and stronger.

As their race grows stronger, their ambitions are gradually revealed.

They began to eliminate the foreigners.

They want to be the masters of this continent, they want to be the only race on this continent.

Anyone who is not of another race must be killed.

Several weak races were killed by them, some even wiped out.

Until the genocide.

At that time, the Eldar stood up.

He united humans and other races and started a resistance.

But, the power disparity is too great.

As there has been no war and the country has been too peaceful, they have neglected their cultivation. How can they be a match for the ambitious gods?

The casualties in that joint operation were still tragic.

In order to preserve their seeds, the human race decided to join the gods.

However, the Eldar and other races still chose to fight to the death.

The war lasted for a thousand years, and finally, the Eldar led their people into the underground.

However, at least they were not wiped out.

The dark and damp underground was not suitable for survival, but they had no way out.

They themselves cultivate spiritual energy, but there is no spiritual energy below, only demonic energy corroding.

At first, they were not able to adapt, and even the old and weak were corroded by the evil spirit. They were in unbearable pain and eventually died with hatred in their hearts.

Later, they gradually learned how to refine the demonic energy for their own use, cultivate the demonic energy, refine the demonic energy, and use the demonic energy.

This long and helpless evolution lasted for ten thousand years.

The tribe members multiplied and their numbers grew again, and under the law of survival of the fittest, none of them would die due to being unable to adapt to the evil spirit.

It's just that traces of evil spirit will remain on the body, making it ugly.

Ling Zun was very heartbroken at that time. They should have had sunshine and rain, and a happy and beautiful life on the continent.

Instead of living underground like street rats, newborn babies even have magic patterns on their bodies.

He swore in front of all the demons that the spirit race would be changed to the demon race, and the head of the demon race, the demon lord, the next generation, the next generation, and all future generations would take it as their responsibility to lead the demon race back to the mainland and fight to the death with the gods until the demon race had no more descendants...

At that time, the crowd was very excited and they set the goal of returning to the mainland and returning to their homeland.

But the gods at that time took the initiative to find a floating island and moved their entire clan there.

The human race who surrendered to them were treated as slaves of the gods.

The gods want to be the masters of this continent.

The first generation Demon Lord led his people to fight, but ended in failure.

The second generation...

The third generation...

Every sixth generation has failed, and the seeds of hatred planted in the hearts of the demons have become increasingly weaker.

The resentful soldiers who were driven out of their homes all died on the battlefield, died for their lofty ideals.

As for the remaining descendants, they have not experienced the heart-wrenching betrayal, nor the bitterness of being driven out of their homes and being powerless to do anything about it.

Perhaps, the ancestors who should have been able to tell future generations about the humiliating history of the past are no longer around.

They just passed down the oath of the first Demon Lord from generation to generation, and fought with the gods to the death.

The sixth generation Demon Lord Dizhi was a little scared, fearing that the next generation would forget their hatred and give it up easily.

Therefore, at the final moment, I, Dizhi, will leave all my consciousness and cultivation in this bell and my weapon, and pass it on to future generations, in the hope that the two can become one.

That day will be the day of my resurrection, and I will once again fight my way up to the heavens to avenge the gods and demons for the ten thousand years!

I will definitely lead the demon clan and fight with the gods clan for generations until death!

The gods invaded my homeland and slaughtered my descendants. If I don’t take revenge, I’d be unworthy of being a demon! !

The will for revenge was too firm and the hatred too strong, even Chu Lu was a little dazed.

Now, she couldn't quite figure out who she was.

She is Dizhi.

The sixth generation Demon Lord.

Chu Lu slowly sat up, rubbed his head which was about to explode due to too many memory elements, and slowly opened his eyes.

She is the villain tasker Chulu, who fulfills Dizhi's long-cherished wish.

The scene before my eyes seemed a little strange, as if I was in the dark underground, but not quite.

She was lying on the stone platform. Beyond a thin layer of light-colored gauze curtain was a huge crowd of demons kneeling on the ground.

Led by the four Dharma protectors, followed by the nine elders and then the eight demon generals.

"Congratulations on your return!"

"Congratulations on your return!"

"Congratulations on your return!"

The sound was so powerful that it seemed to be about to overturn the ground.

Chu Lu rubbed his head again and reached out to open the gauze curtain. "Where's Li Shu?"

Where is that useless demon saint?

I have to thank her very much.

"Your Majesty, Li Shu is under house arrest in the Holy Maiden Pavilion and awaits your order." Du Wuxin replied.

"Oh——" Chu Lu bent one leg, put his arm on it casually, and glanced at everyone with a playful look, "What should I do?"

"The Saint attempted to destroy the holy object, prevent His Majesty from resurrecting, and shake the will of the demons. She should be killed."

"No intention, be careful with your words."

After Du Wuxin expressed her opinion, Shi Wuming quickly scolded her.

"Your Majesty, when the demons were in need of people, Li Shugui was the saint of the demons. The demon soldiers regarded her as the next demon and respected her highly. Killing her now might shake the morale of the army."

Chu Wuxiang stepped out to smooth things over.

"I second the motion." Fa Wuqing also disagreed.

Chu Lu curved his lips and said, "He really shouldn't have been killed."

What we need to do now is to make all the demons remember that humiliating history.

Not only should they remember it, but it should also leave a deep impression and be engraved in their minds deeply.

Let them remember the humiliation of the demons.

"Does the demon race have history books?"

"Yes." Chu Wuxiang said.

"Show it to me."

Soon, Chu Wuxiang took out the history book and presented it to Chu Lu.

Chu Lu casually flipped through two pages and found that it was almost the same as what he remembered.

She raised her eyes, looked at the people kneeling on the ground watching her read, raised her hand, "Four guardians stay, the rest can disperse."

By the way, the history of the demons is recorded very comprehensively.

How come it was passed down by someone, and I regret not remembering it?

"Have all the demons read this history book?"

"No." It was Chu Wuxiang who answered again.

"Why?"

Soon, Chu Lu found out the reason.

Because - illiterate.

It is too dark underground, and most demons can just concentrate on their cultivation, not have the time to learn to read.

Chu Lu stroked his forehead and thought, so, so many demons are illiterate?

"Your Majesty, when will we kill you in heaven?" Du Wuxin was eager to try. "I will follow you regardless of life or death!"

“No hurry.” Chu Lu put down the book. “When I was a weapon spirit, I went to the heaven and fought with the eighteen high-ranking people in the heaven one by one.”

"Your Majesty is truly far-sighted." Du Wuxin looked at Chu Lu with admiration.

Chu Lu continued, "Although their strengths vary, the four guardians of the demon world are still no match for them."

"I will practice diligently."

The four guardians were in unison at this time.

Chu Lu glanced at them and suddenly got out of bed, "There is one thing I don't quite understand, and I need you to explain it to me."

"How can you confirm that I am the Demon Lord?"