I Have A Qi Fortune Altar

Chapter 1842: Chapter 872: Descent of the Demon God! (2)

Below, kneeling are countless demon race powerhouses, they...seem to have sensed something as well.

"Demon God, what should we do next?"

Mo Ying asked softly.

It seemed like a mad soliloquy, but in reality, he was speaking with the Luo Tian Demon God, and in his ear, a light chuckle was heard:

"Next...do as...I say."

"Alright!"

....

Mo Ying closed his eyes, his hands forming sealing techniques, and the power of heaven and earth rules enveloped the entire altar, following Luo Tian Demon God’s guidance, step by step triggering the mysterious patterns on the altar.

Between heaven and earth, the colors of wind and clouds changed, primordial energy erupted, swiftly converging into a massive vortex of primordial energy, and the demon patterns on the altar began to light up one by one.

When all the patterns were illuminated, the surrounding heaven and earth underwent an indescribable change, as if the void itself was twisting.

Soon, pillars of black light shot up to the sky, stirring the void, and above the nine heavens, a mysterious demonic qi gradually began to gather.

Like clouds of gloom, gathering more and more until reaching the limit.

Suddenly, an extremely terrifying pressure enveloped tens of thousands of miles around, all demon races shivered beneath this pressure, feeling an innate fear.

A strange column of demonic qi connected heaven and earth, descending from the void directly onto Mo Ying’s body, as though spanning countless billions of miles.

An ancient breath began to circulate.

"Boom!"

In an instant, Mo Ying suddenly opened his eyes, the clarity in his gaze disappeared, replaced by an eerie black light.

Like two dark abysses, capable of devouring and encompassing everything.

Below, the altar forged with endless resources crumbled inch by inch, those mysterious patterns seemed to lose their power, quickly dimming.

The gathered demonic qi in the void dispersed into nothingness in an instant.

"Finally....arrived in this boundary domain....hehehe....hehehe...." Mo Ying laughed sinisterly, appearing mad, no, to be precise, he was no longer Mo Ying.

But a new entity, the Luo Tian Demon God!

Many transfers of the soul-devouring body, perhaps not even he thought his body could one day accommodate the descent of such a formidable being.

"Subordinate pays respects to the Demon God!"

Mo Ying’s voice quickly resounded in the heart of Luo Tian Demon God, at the moment of the demon god’s descent, regardless of whether he regretted it or not, it was already too late.

Because he could no longer control anything, if the Luo Tian Demon God hadn’t held back, he might have been erased by now.

"You’ve done well, I...will save the demon race."

"Thank you, Demon God, regarding the promise you made earlier?" Mo Ying asked hesitantly.

"No rush, I still need your help to more flawlessly control this body, it’s not too late to use his after I help you kill Chen Yuan."

Mo Ying was instantly overjoyed, quickly saying:

"Serving the Demon God is my honor."

"Hehe...now you can tell me, where is this so-called Chen Yuan, I want to see if the holy altar our Holy Clan lost has fallen in this boundary domain."

"Reporting to the Demon God, Chen Yuan and the others should be...."

...

At this moment, a battle in a certain place in the Southern Border was nearing its end, Heavenly Demon Hall ancestor Su Ming and the old Heavenly Master of Wudang Mountain combined the power of heaven and earth rules to form a cage.

Subdued the true form of the White Mountain Demon God.

From afar, it looked like a white fox trapped, constantly howling, but this white fox was exceptionally huge, nearly a thousand feet in size, its eyes like gems with a red glow.

What remained on its body were scars, blood dyeing its white fur red, its breath weak, no longer having the strength to fight.

And around, there were scattered limbs, all belonging to the demon race powerhouses, their bodies shattered by ancestor Su Ming.

As for the strongest Moluo, he never took action, like a holy Buddha, quietly watching this scene, if he were to act, he could easily subdue the White Mountain Demon God.

But doing so would mean the old Heavenly Master and ancestor Su Ming would have no need to appear, better to let them take the credit, additionally....before coming here.

Savior Bodhisattva had also pleaded with him, hoping he could persuade Chen Yuan not to let the demon race perish.

"The victor becomes king, the defeated becomes a bandit; I’ve lost, go ahead, take my head to claim credit with Chen Yuan." The White Mountain Demon God closed his eyes, seeking only death.

He was the wise one of the demon race, naturally clear of his situation, better to die seeking peace.

"White Mountain benefactor, demons exist in this world, why cling to death?" Moluo smiled lightly.

"What, does the Holy Buddha want to imprison me?"

"It’s repentance for sins."

"Humans kill demons, demons eat humans, it’s only natural, what sins do I have? Heard you once aimed to reform Buddhism, now succeeded, what, lost your original intention?"

White Mountain Demon God slowly opened his eyes, a hint of sarcasm flashing.

"The benefactor’s sin isn’t in killing, but in stubborn resistance; if willing to reveal where the demon race hides today, His Majesty would be delighted, and won’t annihilate the demon race.

But if the benefactor insists on not changing, clinging to resistance, it will only anger His Majesty, ordering a demon slaughter, this...is the sin." Moluo continued.

"Hahaha, there’s an old saying in the Central Plains: ’The wise man knows the timing’, but I don’t believe this, the war between humans and demons is a battle of stances, a racial struggle.