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Chapter 370: Golden Crow Resurrection
Nezha looked at the tall and strong man, raised his eyebrows, and sighed: "Old Bull, you are really difficult to deal with. In this situation, you can still be reborn with a drop of blood."

Generally speaking, when the demon race reaches the Golden Immortal realm and merges their body and soul into one, no matter what kind of demon they are, they will always have a natural talent called rebirth by a drop of blood.

As the name suggests, a Golden Immortal Demon King with this kind of talent is very difficult to kill for ordinary cultivators of the same level. He can even recover with just a drop of blood.

But the problem is, this thing sounds powerful and unsolvable, but it involves the biggest problem.

Rebirth by a drop of blood means that the physical body is reborn, but the soul is not included. In other words, if the physical body of a Golden Immortal Demon King is broken, he can indeed be reborn by a drop of blood.

But if the soul is shattered as well, rebirth by dripping blood is a joke.

But no matter how you put it, this talent is indeed very difficult to deal with.

Especially after reaching the level of Taiyi Golden Immortal, the difficulty level reaches a new level.

But it's just difficult, which is why Nezha sighed.

When the Bull Demon King had lost all his sanity and his strength was weakened, Nezha cut off his head with a demon-slaying sword that was made up of all the evil energy in his body. This sword cut off not only the Bull Demon King's body, but also his soul.

But even in this situation, the Bull Demon King still had an extremely strong will to survive.

Jiang Lin didn't understand it, but Nezha saw it clearly.

At the moment when his demon-killing sword slashed down, he indeed cut off the Bull Demon King's body and soul at the same time, but at this moment, the Bull Demon King almost instinctively burned the last bit of blood in his body and forced out the other half of his soul in his body.

Then, he took this half of the soul and stuffed it into the head.

Finally, with the help of the blood and energy of the head, a complete body is reborn.

It sounds simple, but it is extremely difficult to do. However, the Bull Demon King still did it.

Even though his condition was very bad and he had sacrificed most of his flesh and blood, the body he reshaped was far inferior to his prime. Even his soul was cut in half and barely blended together, and there was no way it could merge with the body.

But he survived in the end, survived from the desperate situation.

“Nezha…”

The Bull Demon King had already died once, and his mind, which had been blinded by anger, had awakened again, but his eyes were still bloodshot.

He stared at Nezha and sneered, "The little thing that could only pretend to chop off my head with the help of that monkey and several gods now has such power."

Nezha responded with a sneer, "If it wasn't for the Iron Fan Fairy offering the secret book of the Rakshasa Clan, thus allowing the Heavenly Court to control this unstable demon clan, you would have really died."

"You have the nerve to bring up a life that was bought at the cost of putting all of your wife's family members on leashes?"

Back then, in front of Cuiyun Mountain, did you really think that Iron Fan Fairy could just take out the palm-leaf fan and save Bull Demon King's life?

Stop joking, Monkey King has face but it’s not that big, and Heaven is not a charity.

If there is no benefit to be gained, only a mentally ill person would get involved.

The price that allowed Bull Demon King to survive was very simple: the secret book of the Rakshasa clan.

Fairy Iron Fan is a princess of the Rakshasa tribe and their future leader. The Rakshasa tribe is more of a religion than a tribe of demons.

The secret book is the sacred object of the Rakshasas.

Only with the secret code can one gain the recognition of the Rakshasas. Of course, for the Heavenly Court, it doesn’t matter whether they recognize it or not. The key point is that this thing can make it easier for the Heavenly Court to control the Rakshasas.

Today, the Rakshasa secret code is in the Heavenly Palace, and using it as a springboard, the Rakshasa clan has become a department under the Thunder Department of the Heavenly Palace.

They are similar to the Eight Heavenly Dragons in Buddhism, and they all do dirty work.

The Bull Demon King sneered but said nothing more. He just looked at Jiang Lin, who was still hiding behind Nezha and whose presence was much reduced.

"The leader of the new generation of the Arctic faction, and even the entire Three Realms, who is far superior to his peers, is hiding behind others in such a cowardly way?"

Hearing this, Jiang Lin quickly shrank his body and hid more tightly. He answered Bull Demon King's question with actions.

That’s right, I’m just a coward.

Just kidding, although the Bull Demon King is in a very bad condition now, he is still a Taiyi Golden Immortal. Who knows if this old bull has any hidden cards up his sleeve.

Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the eventuality.

On the battlefield, Jiang Lin didn't mind risking his life, but since there is a more leisurely option now, why should he do something reckless?
The reason why Nezha did not take action immediately was also because of this. No one knew whether this old cow had any other tricks up his sleeve.

Moreover, Nezha's current condition is not particularly good. From his slightly swollen cheeks, it can be seen that Nezha must have several golden pills stuffed in his mouth and is trying his best to digest them.

Seeing Jiang Lin's actions, the corners of Bull Demon King's mouth twitched obscurely, and he continued: "My son died in your hands. I was not as skilled as you, so there is nothing to complain about."

"But, as a father, if I don't avenge my son, how can I live with dignity?"

As he spoke, the Bull Demon King raised his finger and pointed at Jiang Lin, saying, "As long as I don't die, you will definitely die, no matter how long it takes."

Jiang Lin raised his head, still standing behind Nezha, and said, "You are stalling for time."

The Bull Demon King said nothing.

Jiang Lin said to himself: "I don't know you, the Great Demon King, but I also know that you are not a talkative person, and you definitely won't say so much meaningless nonsense."

"So, you're stalling for as long as you can, but not for yourself."

With Bull Demon King's current injuries, he cannot recover by delaying for a while. If it is for his own sake, then escaping with all his strength is the most important thing to do now.

But the Bull Demon King did not do so. Instead, he stood there confronting Nezha. He had clearly noticed that Nezha was trying his best to recover and refine the golden elixir, but he had no means of recovery, but he still did it.

What are the demons planning? This matter is very important, so important that the Bull Demon King is willing to use himself as bait to delay the masters of the Heavenly Court as much as possible.

The more people who are delayed, the better, and the longer the time, the better.

Even though, perhaps in this layout, even Nezha could not do much, but the Bull Demon King still made this choice.

At the cost of his own life and death, he made sure that this layout was as free of loopholes and instability as possible.

What kind of layout could make a Taiyi Golden Immortal Demon King, a famous demon master in the Three Realms, pay such a huge price just to ensure that everything will be foolproof?

The answer is actually very simple.

Jiang Lin suddenly turned around and looked into the depths of the Shiwan Mountains.

At this moment, an indescribable wave swept across the entire Ten Thousand Mountains, and Jiang Lin's body suddenly stiffened.

After the front army was fully engaged in the battle, and part of the central army joined the battle, the battle was no longer limited to the periphery of the Shiwan Mountains, but had been advanced to the middle level.

This distance, from a geographical point of view, is very far for ordinary people, but for the war between the demon clan and the heaven, once they reach this position and make a little more effort, they can go deep into the hinterland of the Ten Thousand Mountains and even threaten the core of the demon clan’s ancestral home in the Ten Thousand Mountains!
Under this circumstance, the war has entered a white-hot stage. The demon clan has invested more troops to delay the progress of the heavenly court and is even fighting back with all their might.

Since Heaven also wants to advance further, it naturally has to block the counterattack of the demon clan.

The battlefield should have been dozens of times more intense than at the beginning, but at this moment, it suddenly lost its sound.

The roars of the demons disappeared, and the shouts of the heavenly soldiers also disappeared.

The sound of weapons clashing, the roar of spells, and the restless aftermath of the Golden Immortal and even the Taiyi Golden Immortal that could easily spread over an area of ​​thousands of miles.

All the sounds made by living beings disappeared.

The reason for this scene was very simple, because all living beings within the Ten Thousand Mountains stopped all their movements and even stopped breathing unconsciously.

All the demons bowed quietly on the ground, looking extremely quiet, as if they were dead. The only ones who could stand were the Taiyi Jinxian of the demons, who stood there like wooden statues made of clay. But if you look closely, you can see that the bodies of these great demon kings are trembling slightly, and it is hard to tell whether they are excited or afraid. The same is true for the creatures on the side of the heaven.

But it’s different from the demon race.

Some of the gods in heaven who were of demon origin knelt on the ground uncontrollably, but from their flushed faces it could be seen that they were trying to resist the unknown power but were unable to do so.

The throbbing that comes from the deepest part of the blood and the submission to the source of one's own strength are not shaken by one's will.

Most of the other gods were able to stand and not lose their dignity, but it was extremely difficult for them to stand.

His body was shaking, but he gritted his teeth to prevent himself from falling.

An inexplicable, unspeakable sense of crisis and terror lingers in the hearts of every human god.

That is the ultimate, an instinct inherited from deep in the blood.

It was like being back in my infancy, locked in a cage with a starving tiger.

He could only watch in despair as the tiger drooled, staring with bloodshot eyes, and approached him step by step.

All the baby can do is cry.

However, in the face of this terrifying sense of crisis, crying is a luxury.

Even the Taiyi Golden Immortal who belonged to the Heavenly Court gritted his teeth.

Even Nezha, Wang Lingguan, and the Thunder Marshals of the Thunder Command, these top masters among the Taiyi Golden Immortals, the only unique action they can do is to look as far as possible into the deepest part of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

The same goes for Jiang Lin.

An inexplicable sense of terror and crisis swept through my body, and I was completely frozen.

He gritted his teeth and tried his best to practice the Ziwei Method.

The familiar, piercing chill of walking on a tightrope thousands of feet in the air replaced the stiffness caused by the sense of crisis.

Jiang Lin finally had a little room to move around.

He also raised his head and looked in the direction Nezha was looking.

As for the fact that the Bull Demon King was behind it, Jiang Lin no longer cared.

Under the current circumstances, no living being below the level of a great supernatural being can make any move.

If one can stay awake, raise his head and blink his eyes under such pressure and sense of crisis, he will be considered a leader among the Taiyi Golden Immortals.

Jiang Lin is the only outlier. It can only be said that the Ziwei method passed down by the Emperor is really reliable.

The deepest part of the Ten Thousand Mountains is the ancestral home of the demon race.

Even for the Heavenly Palace, that area is mysterious enough, because it is the last private land of the demon clan.

It is also the only remaining dignity of the demon clan. If any action is taken against the demon clan's ancestral home, the demon clan will launch a desperate counterattack.

Therefore, in the past, the Heavenly Court would not push the demon clan too hard.

The great power that caused all living things within the Ten Thousand Mountains to stagnate came from the demon clan’s ancestral home in the deepest part of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Jiang Lin tried to look, but from such a long distance, he couldn't see anything useful.

At the same time, in the void, one figure after another appeared.

Marshal Tianpeng was the first to be hit, his expression was unusually solemn. Behind him and on his left and right were General Heisha and Deputy Marshal Tianyou. In between these two big guys was a middle-aged scholar who had fainted.

This scholar is none other than the third elder of the demon clan. At this moment, three powerful masters are working together to suppress everything to ensure that this guy will not get out of control.

Obviously, the plan of the three bosses was successful.
Next to the three big guys was the figure of Emperor Zhenwu. The emperor stood quietly, looking towards the deepest part of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Although that power is terrifying, it is not enough to affect those with great supernatural powers.

Beside the Four Saints of the North Pole were two blurry figures whose faces and shapes could not be seen clearly.

These two are none other than two of the Nine Great Emperors of Heaven. As for who they are, perhaps only the Four Saints of the North Pole know.

Six powerful masters from the Heavenly Court gathered together, all staring at the deepest part of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

"Sure enough, the Golden Crow has finally revived."

Marshal Tianpeng spoke in a deep voice. He was not at all surprised, because this scene was already expected by the Heavenly Court.

In other words, it is the inevitable result of a tacit understanding between Heaven and a certain being.

"Rather than resurrection, it would be more appropriate to use forging."

Emperor Zhenwu shook his head slightly and sighed, "There is a method of forging swords in the world, called sacrificing people to swords. Now, the appearance of the Golden Crow is similar to this method."

"From then on, the great elder who had supported the demon race for an epoch and a half no longer existed."

“That’s a good opponent.”

The Great Emperor Zhenwu said a few more words, which was rare. Then he looked at the Great Marshal Tianpeng and asked, "What should we do next? Please give us your instructions, Marshal."

Although everyone present knew about the Golden Crow's revival in advance, how to deal with it after its revival still depended on the decision of Marshal Tianpeng.

"Wait."

What Marshal Tianpeng said made the others a little confused.

Marshal Tianpeng did not explain, but just looked at the deepest part of the Hundred Thousand Mountains and said softly: "There is no point in killing the Golden Crow now."

Although the pressure was terrifying, it had not yet reached the level of a great master.

Jinwu is the destined king of the demon clan, and it is the most absurd thing for a demon king to not even be a master of great supernatural powers.

The newborn Golden Crow, no matter whether it was resurrected, forged, or created by some other method, in short, the Golden Crow that had just "come back to life" was too immature in the eyes of the great masters.

If you want to take action now, there is no need to exert any effort. Marshal Tianpeng can just do it directly.

With overwhelming force, at most after killing the Golden Crow, it would cost more to deal with the desperate counterattacks of the other powerful demons.

This price is not unacceptable to the Heavenly Court.

But Marshal Tianpeng did not do so.

The other several powerful masters did not object, but instead agreed with Marshal Tianpeng's opinion.

"Sound the horn and call off the battle. A temporary truce."

Marshal Tianpeng waved his hand without any movement, and the next moment, a Jiang Lin appeared in his hand.

He grabbed Jiang Lin by the collar and walked into the central military tent.

Behind him were General Heisha and Deputy Marshal Tianyou who were following closely, as well as the three elders of the demon clan who had been suppressed by the two great masters and whose realm had dropped.

Compared to the Golden Crow who cannot be killed now and whose revival is as expected, Marshal Tianpeng is obviously more eager to use Jiang Lin's power to completely kill another great master of the demon clan.

(End of this chapter)