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Chapter 372 Aoi is unusable
"What did you say?"

The young man narrowed his eyes, and his originally blood-red pupils suddenly turned red-gold. The temperature around him also rose noticeably, and the air rippled as it was scorched by an inexplicable heat.

Clearly he only had the cultivation level of a Golden Immortal, but at this moment when he got angry, his aura made even Hua Xian, a great master with supernatural powers, tremble slightly.

Out of an almost instinctive awe and repression deep in her blood, the flower fairy couldn't help but cover her heart, not daring to look directly into those red-gold eyes.

"The concubine prepared for your resurrection, the child conceived by the demon master Kunpeng in the Far North Abyss, has been captured..."

Faced with the king's question, the flower fairy had no choice but to answer, even if after answering, she would be greeted with even more intense anger from the king.

Her voice was trembling. Even a person with great supernatural powers could not escape the awe of the pressure from the Golden Crow Emperor's lineage that was inherited from their bloodline.

In particular, after the Golden Crow in front of them revived, the originally scattered luck of the demon clan had already begun to gather. The scene that made all creatures below the level of great masters speechless not long ago was a clear proof of this.

The Golden Crow bloodline, the carrier of the demon clan's luck, no matter which one it is, the flower fairy would never dare to disobey.

"Details. I want to know all the details."

The voice of Jinwu sounded in the ears of the Flower Fairy. There was no emotion in the voice, but the Flower Fairy keenly sensed a deep hidden anger.

"In the Heavenly Palace, there is a Golden Immortal master named Jiang Lin!"

The Flower Fairy spoke quickly, "This man is a descendant of the North Pole, a Purple Star Walker, the only descendant of the Emperor of Fengdu, a fourth-rank mage of the Black Law Department, a deacon of the Hall of Justice, a great leader of the new generation of the Three Realms, and he also holds the Seven-Star Demon Refining Divine Sword bestowed by the Tushita Palace!"

"On the battlefield, there is no enemy below the Golden Immortal who can match me. If we let him kill, it won't be long before our demon race will be greatly weakened."

"Under such a threat, the only one of the same level in my demon race who can fight against him is the imperial concubine!"

"So, the imperial concubine was awakened to fight Jiang Lin. At the end of the battle, the imperial concubine was defeated by a hair's breadth and was captured. Now she has been detained in the heavenly palace!"

The more Jin Wu listened, the more furious he became. He scolded, "Even if he kills a mere Golden Immortal, what can he do? Don't you know what is more important?"

“Even if he kills all the demons below the Golden Immortal level, what can it do? As long as I can successfully regain my power, the so-called Black Law Mage will be nothing more than an ant!”

Obviously, the Golden Crow is only at the Golden Immortal realm, but when we talk about the Golden Immortal, it sounds like we are talking about an ant.

He has the capital. If it weren't for the great changes in ancient times, he would not even look down on the Taiyi Golden Immortal, let alone the Golden Immortal.

When he just broke out of the shell, he was born at the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm just like his nine brothers!

In order to deal with the threat posed by a Golden Immortal, he took the risk of awakening his concubine, causing himself to lose the fastest way to regain power!

This is simply putting the cart before the horse!

"Young Master, please forgive me!"

The flower fairy didn't dare to speak anymore and even knelt on the ground with her head pressed tightly against the ground.

"Who gave the order to wake up the imperial concubine?"

Jinwu barely suppressed the rage in his heart and slowly began to question.

The flower fairy replied tremblingly: "Yes... the Great Elder!"

Hearing this, Jin Wu was stunned for a moment, fell silent, and said no more.

Because the great elder is dead.

A person with great supernatural powers sacrificed his life in order to awaken him.

Yes, those with great supernatural powers will not survive an infinite calamity, but the Ten Sons of the Golden Crow themselves represent the beginning of an infinite calamity in ancient times.

How could an existence that was destined to die in countless calamities be awakened two epochs later without paying a price?

The old tree that was responsible for taking care of himself and his ten brothers in Tanggu and used itself as the nest of the Golden Crow, supported this dilapidated old house called the Demon Clan when the Demon King died, the Golden Crow disappeared, the Ten Demon Gods fell apart, and the demon clan was on the verge of collapse.

This support lasts for two epochs.

It is hard to imagine how the old tree managed to survive for such a long time.

Jinwu can suspect anyone. He even knows very well that among the powerful people present, there are some who do not want him, the Jinwu, to be resurrected.

But the old tree is different, he deserves Jinwu’s complete trust.

But even so, Jinwu couldn't help but wonder, why?
Why did the old tree, that is, the great elder, do this?
Awakening Kunpeng's extremely cold bloodline in advance and even throwing him into the battlefield, taking the risk of affecting his ability to regain power after his recovery, just to restrain a somewhat special Golden Immortal?

Losing sight of the main point and pursuing the minor, losing the big picture for the sake of the minor, is not something an old tree would do. But this has actually happened.

Jinwu couldn't understand the meaning of the old tree's actions.

But since it has already happened, there is no point in pursuing the cause.

"Where is Kunpeng? Where is the demon master?"

Jinwu changed the question, turned his red eyes back to normal, and looked at the flower fairy again.

"Master Demon Master is currently confronting Emperor Ziwei and cannot extricate himself."

The flower fairy answered respectfully.

Jinwu nodded slightly and said nothing more, remaining silent.

After a long while, in the Flower Fairy's anxiety, Jinwu broke the silence and asked, "Can you try to rescue her?"

Of course, Huaxian knew that the Lord was talking about Aoi who had been captured.

But it is easy to tell that Kui must be suppressed somewhere in the Heavenly Palace, and the Heavenly Palace is simply a Jedi for the demon clan.

Not to mention that there are no idle people with great supernatural powers now, even if there are, what can they do even if they go to heaven?

None of the four great celestial masters have made a move yet, let alone the mysterious Taibai Jinxing, the first general of the first generation of heaven...

Among these famous and powerful people, which one is easy to get along with?

"Your Highness should know that this is impossible."

The gentle voice came suddenly, echoing in the meeting room.

This voice not only alerted the flower fairy, but also made the other several powerful people take a moment to pay attention.

Several powerful masters looked at them with hostility, and even those who were powerful masters felt immense pressure.

But the owner of the gentle voice was unaware and just walked out from the shadows in a corner of the meeting room.

Jinwu squinted and looked over.

The person who suddenly appeared in the most central meeting hall of the demon clan's ancestral temple without being discovered was a monk.

The monk was wearing a white and gold robe, with a solemn appearance, a gentle smile on his lips, and a pair of extremely peaceful eyes. Just by looking at each other, people could feel an inexplicable calm.

"Monk?"

Jinwu spoke with an inexplicable meaning.

"Great Power, I greet your Highness."

The monk, namely Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva, opened his mouth slowly, put his hands together, and saluted meticulously.

After hearing this, the flower fairy became even more horrified. She jumped in front of the Golden Crow and stared at Dashizhi with a solemn expression.

The name of Mahasthamaprapta is well-known in the three realms.

There are eight great Bodhisattvas in Buddhism, but you should know that even Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who vowed not to attain Buddhahood until hell is empty, or Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, who is extremely compassionate, are ranked below Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva among the eight great Bodhisattvas!

The first of the eight great Bodhisattvas!

It is comparable to, or even surpasses, the existence of most Buddhas in Buddhism!
"You, why do you call me that?" Jinwu waved his hand, asked the flower fairy to retreat, and faced the Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta again.

In front of such an extremely powerful master, Jinwu still remained extremely calm, even looking down on him with disdain.

This is the pride that comes from the bones.

Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva didn't care about Jinwu's attitude at all, he just smiled and said, "Of course it is Your Highness."

"You should call me Your Majesty!"

Jinwu said coldly: "Now that I have revived, I will raise the battle flag, fight my way up to the Ninth Heaven as the Demon King, and overthrow the throne of that false emperor!"

The Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta was still smiling, but it was not known whether it was an illusion or something else. Jin Wu tasted a hint of forced laughter from that gentle smile.

This made him feel angry.

At this moment, Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva smiled and said, "Before you ascend to the level of a great supernatural being, Your Highness is just Your Highness."

In other words, Jinwu, who is not even a master with great supernatural powers, is not worthy of being called the Demon King!
This is because, if one does not have the strength level of a great master, one would not be qualified to truly carry the destiny of the demon race, let alone raise the battle flag on behalf of the demon race.

This was true, but Jinwu felt insulted.

The implication of Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva's words seemed to be that he was not even a person with great supernatural powers, and the reason why he could talk to him here was only because he was of the Golden Crow bloodline.

How could Jinwu not be angry at this hidden contempt and arrogance?
But Jinwu also knew that what the other party said was right.

The demon race has no right to have an equal dialogue with the Buddhists.

Although Buddhism does not have much say in front of the Heavenly Court, it can at least influence the Heavenly Court to a certain extent.

However, the demon race was only facing one-tenth of the power of Heaven, and was already on the brink of extinction.

"Did you come here just to tease me?"

Jinwu changed his posture, leaning back on the chair, and said coldly: "You can only come here quietly with the blessing of that Buddha."

As the descendant of the Golden Crow and the son of the former Demon King, Jin Wu's vision is not low. He once reached the realm of a great supernatural being.

It is natural to see that the reason why Mahasthamaprapta was able to appear silently was not because he was so powerful, but because he relied on some blessings from the Tathagata Buddha to bypass the surveillance of the Heavenly Court.

As for these great masters of the demon clan, although it is shameful to talk about it, the fact is that Buddhism does not care about them at all.

"Your Highness, please don't think about your destined concubine."

The Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta spoke leisurely, "Our Buddhist sect has lost thirty-five spies, and we have received news that your imperial concubine is now imprisoned in the deepest part of the Imperial Prison of the Palace of Justice. If you want to rescue her, even if the demon master himself takes action, it will be difficult to do so."

"Moreover, even if she is rescued, this imperial concubine no longer has the ability to neutralize the Yang essence of Your Highness."

Upon hearing this, Jinwu asked, "Why?"

Compared to whether he could be rescued or not, what he cared more about was obviously Dashizhi’s second sentence.

Why did the spouse that the demon master Kunpeng tailored for him to neutralize his innate yang so that he could once again reach the realm of a great supernatural being no longer have this ability?

If what Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva said is true, then it doesn’t matter whether to save or not.

"Because, your concubine has already..."

Mahasthamaprapta thought about it and changed the expression to a vulgar one: "It has been used."

"What did you say?!!"

Jin Wu stood up suddenly, looking extremely angry, and his face darkened visibly.

The Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta did not seem to be affected at all, and continued calmly: "I have also heard of the method that Your Highness wants to use."

"If you want to recover your strength as quickly as possible, it's just the blood fusion method."

"Use your yang body to absorb the yin blood. When yin and yang meet, success will come naturally."

"But, your concubine is no longer of the Extreme Yin blood."

Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta simply summarized it: "As for Jiang Lin, his innate pure yang is also extremely blazing, otherwise he would not have practiced the Black Law."

"And during the battle between the two, your concubine used her own blood to force Jiang Lin's blood in order to win, using the extreme coldness to kill the opponent."

“But in the end, he didn’t succeed. In the end, Jiang Lin’s pure yang blood tainted his own extreme yin. After the yin was mixed with yang, the extreme yin naturally ceased to exist.”

Finally, in the increasingly gloomy eyes of the Golden Crow, the Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta said in a comforting tone: "However, Jiang Lin's pure yang blood is ultimately inferior to your Highness's extremely yang body. The entry of extreme yin into the body is not an opportunity for Jiang Lin, but torture."

“If it weren’t for the Heavenly Court’s background, your concubine would have almost succeeded in deposing Jiang Lin.”

Of course, there is no need to talk about the little thing that Jiang Lin later did when he broke down and then rebuilt.

Does this matter?!
Jinwu had a gloomy face and roared in his heart.

He didn't care whether that damn Jiang Lin was dead or alive, nor did he care how many Golden Immortal monsters he could kill.

Jinwu only knows one thing now!
That damn guy, if it happened in ancient times, his soul would have been roasted alive, and he defiled his own concubine!
It is not a defilement of the flesh, but it is more shameful than that!

She was clearly a concubine prepared for him, but she became a footnote to Jiang Lin's fall and then his establishment!

Although there is no causal relationship between them, Jinwu is obviously being unreasonable at this moment.

"Flower fairy."

Jinwu gritted his teeth and opened his mouth, the red gold in his eyes almost overflowing.

This is a sign of extreme anger.

"Go and kill Jiang Lin! Kill him! I order you to kill him!"

The Flower Fairy knelt on the ground trembling, and said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, outside the Hundred Thousand Mountains, there are six great masters of heaven, and we..."

She didn't finish, but everyone knew what she meant.

There are only four and a half great masters left in the demon clan now, four of them are completely unable to get away, and as for the remaining half, even if she goes out to attack and kill Jiang Lin.

But outside the Ten Thousand Mountains, there are two idle and powerful people in heaven!
To attack a Ziwei Walking, a direct descendant of Fengdu, under the watchful eyes of two powerful beings is simply nonsense!
Not to mention the traditional Taoist protectiveness of their disciples, just from the most utilitarian perspective, any powerful being in heaven would be happy to let the Emperor of Ziwei and the Emperor of Fengdu owe him a favor!
"Your Highness, calm down. Your mind is clouded by anger."

At this time, the voice of Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta sounded, like a stream of clear spring water, nourishing the anger of the Golden Crow.

But Jinwu did not appreciate it, instead he angrily rebuked: "Don't use your weird Buddhist methods to interfere with me!"

Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta smiled and took a half step back, saying with a smile: "Actually, if Your Highness wants to recover his strength, there are many ways."

"What Kunpeng can do, I, the Buddhist sect, can do too."

"After all, if we really talk about it, the power of our Buddha Tathagata is even greater than that of Kunpeng."

This statement is quite explicit, it's just short of saying the word "cooperation" right on the face.

And it is clear that they want to help Jinwu recover its strength. It is not just cooperation, but also cooperation that seems very sincere.

But Jinwu just sneered when he heard this, and said: "Then what? As a dog of your Buddhist sect, will you be the vanguard against the Heavenly Court?"

He didn't believe that the Buddhists would be so kind and not ask for anything in return. That would be the biggest joke!

“Every gift has its price.”

There was still a gentle smile on the face of Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta, but the words he said made Jinwu angry.

"Your Highness, do you have any other choice with the demon tribe?"

(End of this chapter)