The Mythical Demon Lord

Chapter 129 The Decline of the World
Time is like water, it flows away and can never come back.

Another thousand years passed. Zhong Heng was already over three thousand years old. His blood was becoming more and more vigorous. In the eyes of others, he still looked very young.

To people of later generations, it is really very young.

After all, many people have achieved enlightenment as emperors at the age of three thousand.

Zhu Chi also became the Supreme five hundred years ago, but he was already nine thousand years old and had only a few years left to live.

He spent his whole day taking care of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace, or leading the remaining Zhulong clan to search for another planet with life.

Those Zhulongs were not hatched that year, and the entire Zhulong clan, except for a few Zhulongs, all died.

The entire Kunlun Fairy Mountain was destroyed by Zhong Heng's punch, and no one knew how many ferocious beasts died.

Some of the surviving ferocious beasts quietly lived in seclusion on Feixian Star with their clansmen.

The fairy bell on Kunlun Mountain was also taken away by Zhong Heng, and even the Desolate Tower was in his hands.

Now, he has three immortal weapons in his hands, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, the Desolate Tower, and the Immortal Bell.

And that immortal bell is probably the weapon of the Immortal King Wuzhong.

Zhong Heng sat on the Demon Lord's Palace and took out a pitch-black broken sword with several pieces of broken sword beside it.

He stared at the broken sword in a daze.

This broken sword has been with him for a very long time and has saved him countless times.

Now that he has become a Heavenly Lord, he naturally needs to repair it.

On this day, Zhong Heng stood in the sky with his feet on the Avenue. He used the heaven and earth as a furnace, the Avenue as fire, and the laws as materials to repair the broken sword.

He fused it with various fairy gold essences, and also took out some chaos marrow and integrated it into the broken sword.

This time, repairing the broken sword took a heavy toll on him. Not only did he have to use his own blood to repair it, but he also had to use up his own essence.

But he was willing to give it up, after all, it had saved him countless times in the past.

Five hundred years later, with a clang, the sound of swords rang out throughout the universe. All the sword practitioners in the universe trembled in their hearts, and the swords in their hands flew out of their hands.

Bending straight up into the starry sky, they were surrendering.

Even the Supreme Sword is surrendering.

“What a terrifying sword intent!” A sword cultivator who was at the quasi-celestial level of the ninth heaven looked at the starry sky with a solemn gaze.

He opened his third eye and immediately saw the Demon Lord holding a magic sword.

The immortal sword was blue-black in color, with a terrifying chaotic energy flowing on it, and various patterns were engraved on the sword body.

On one side is a figure holding a magic sword and fighting against the darkness.

On one side is a picture of the Demon Lord holding a magic sword and killing countless creatures.

The immortal sword is simple, with a restrained brilliance. It looks ordinary, but it is extremely sharp. With just a slight shake, a huge crack appears in the universe, separating all the laws of the universe.

Zhong Heng's face turned pale. He smiled as he looked at the broken sword and said to himself, "Old friend, I finally fixed you."

"Buzz!"

The next moment, the immortal sword rang softly, emitting a will of joy and a will of sadness.

"Hey, there are gods." Zhong Heng was a little surprised, and he found that although the gods had just appeared, they exuded an extremely ancient aura.

When the broken sword was destroyed, most of the great laws within it were also destroyed.

But at least it wasn't completely ruined.

This time, Zhong Heng used the entire Avenue of the Heavens to repair it, and even used the Heavenly Heart Seal, his blood, and various fairy golds.

Although it has been repaired, the sword is not as terrifying as before and can only reach the eighth level of power in its peak period.

But it’s better than when it’s broken.

At this moment, the god emitted a vague wave of consciousness.

It told Zhong Heng that although it was shattered and died, its remaining soul was integrated into the laws of the Tao, and it could be revived as long as it was repaired.

But most of the memory is missing.

I only remember following my master into battle and being shattered by some horrible creature.

There is also a part of the memory where Zhong Heng held it in his hand, fighting with the strong, and finally it collided with the terrible immortal weapon and was destroyed.

After Zhong Heng repaired the broken sword, he returned to the Ten Thousand Demons Palace and placed the immortal sword in the Demon Lord's Palace.

In the Demon Lord's Palace, a huge broken bell hung above the throne, a small tower stood beside it, and the immortal sword was inserted into the skull of the Dark Lord.

Zhong Heng sat on the throne, looking at the dazzling sky, a little dazed.

Now he is invincible and has no opponents left. This is very tormenting for a battle fanatic like him.

The Supreme ran away and the restricted area was empty.

Except for the Taichu Ancient Mine and Zangtian Island, all other forbidden areas were destroyed by Zhong Heng, leaving no ashes behind.

Many powerful people have appeared in the Ten Thousand Demons Palace today, and even the younger generation has produced young people with extraordinary talents.

Zhong Heng looked at the vibrant Ten Thousand Demons Palace, and was lost in thought as he watched those young people discuss various evil forbidden techniques and their own created Taoist methods.

"Bullshit, the Great Sage clearly used it to light the sky lantern, and it can kill a bunch of enemies with one blow."

"Humph, I'm using the time and space route. If I make a move, you'll have to go back to your childhood. What can you use to fight me?"

"Then I will refine a blood sacrifice formation, perform a blood sacrifice to a divine dynasty, and directly increase my strength to the quasi-supreme level, breaking your Taoism. I don't believe that your Taoism has no upper limit."

"Don't mention it. I hunted a holy spirit yesterday. I have to say that their flesh and blood are too hard, although their blood is very nourishing."

"Look, there's a curse behind me."

In the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons, many young people were discussing there and showing off their battle achievements from time to time.

"Tsk, I robbed three peerless goddesses and forced them to marry me, so that they can't live without me for the rest of their lives." "Humph, I want to collect all the beauties in the heavens and the worlds as my harem."

"Shh, don't say that. After all, the entire universe belongs to the Demon Lord."

"All the beauties are naturally his."

The people in the Ten Thousand Demons Palace have no bottom line or shame when chatting, and they say all kinds of bold words.

But they looked in one direction, their eyes full of respect and admiration.

Zhong Heng didn't want to pay any attention to these little brats, so he started to retreat after returning to the restricted area.

He wants to retreat to restore his original nature.

After all, he had spent too much energy repairing the broken sword.

As a result, he is now blood-deficient and his essence is severely damaged.

As he went into seclusion, the entire universe fell silent.

The younger generation is all fighting for the throne. Some are crying bitterly, some are regretting their whole life, and some have found their own goals.

The road to becoming an emperor is a complicated road, a road paved with blood and bones.

Unfortunately, as time goes by, there are fewer and fewer people on Emperor Road.

Those younger generations are starting to get older.

Time flies, three thousand years passed like flowing water, Zhong Heng is already more than six thousand years old, his blood is getting stronger and stronger, so strong that the entire heavens can be shattered by his thought.

Zhu Chi is already twelve thousand years old, and he is nearing the end of his life.

He somewhat helplessly used the immortal source to seal himself.

If it were in the future, he would probably be able to outlast many powerful people.

In this era, many immortal sources have been collected by the Wanmo Palace, as well as crystals of various immortal substances, and even magical medicines and immortal medicines.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, an extremely terrifying natural disaster appeared in the depths of the universe, and a young man was seen standing in the extremely violent natural disaster.

That was the heavenly tribulation of the ninth level of the Quasi-Heavenly Lord, extremely violent.

Various divine thunders came one after another.

Zhong Heng woke up from seclusion, and with a glance of his mind, he found that it was his son. He had been quiet for the past few thousand years, and only recently began to frequently survive tribulations.

Not far from the heavenly tribulation, there was a woman in a blue fairy dress standing in the starry sky with worry in her eyes.

She was holding a little girl in her arms. The little girl was very cute and had pigtails.

He has an extraordinary physique, with the avenue lingering around him, and a pair of clear eyes that seem to contain some kind of avenue order.

Zhong Heng raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't expect that he also had a granddaughter.

Moreover, his aptitude is extraordinary and his physique is quite terrifying.

His physique is that of a congenital Taoist, and he also has a pair of peculiar eyes.

"The innate Taoist fetus, plus the fairy eyes?" Zhong Heng was a little surprised. He didn't expect that his granddaughter had such extraordinary talent.

If this happened in the near future, he would be able to become a deity.

The heavenly tribulation disappeared quickly, and Zhong Nian paid a heavy price and successfully survived it.

Quasi-celestial being of the ninth level, his physical body was slightly stronger than his Taoist magic.

"Dad, congratulations on successfully surviving the tribulation!" The little girl jumped from Yan Xinxue's arms, stepped on the starry sky, and leaped directly into Zhong Nian's arms.

"Haha, that's nothing." Zhong Nian smiled dotingly, touched his daughter's head, and looked towards the location of the Wanmo Palace with a complicated look.

He carried the little girl away, saying, "Let's go see your grandpa. He must be missing you to death."

His grandfather was the head of the Yan family who was knocked away by Zhong Heng with one move. Now the head of the Yan family is in his old age and is almost dying.

Zhong Heng’s divine sense was always locked on them.

A moment later, Zhong Nian and the other two arrived at a paradise, a remote galaxy in a corner outside the entire universe.

Zhong Heng swept his mind and instantly discovered Ji Yunian and the head of the Yan family.

The head of the Yan family is now gray-haired, and his appearance has changed from that of a middle-aged man to that of an old man. His teeth are almost falling out, and he needs a cane to walk.

Ji Yunian's appearance also began to evolve into that of an old woman, with crow's feet appearing at the corners of her eyes and wrinkles on her face.

She looks like a woman in her fifties.

She sat in a small courtyard, staring at the starry sky with a dull look, and kept saying, "I was wrong."

She seemed to be crazy and out of her mind.

Her cultivation level has not improved at all over the years, and she only has the cultivation level of a sixth-level Great Sage, but she has lived for more than six thousand years.

When Zhong Heng saw this scene, he observed it for a while, then withdrew his mind and continued his retreat.

The lingering fear of being stared at by the sky-horned ant that year still lingers in his heart.

As time passed, people of Zhong Heng's generation began to pass away one by one.

Time passed, and three thousand years went by in a flash. Zhong Heng was already nine thousand years old, but his blood and energy had not weakened. Instead, they became stronger and stronger, and his Taoism became more and more terrifying. He looked unfathomable and full of inner power.

The head of the Ji family passed away two thousand nine hundred years ago.

Ji Yunian died of old age a thousand years ago and was buried by Zhong Nian on a mountain outside a small town on the ancient star Honghuang.

The great world began to wither, all kinds of physiques began to age, and those who had not achieved the breakthrough to become a Great Sage all passed away.

(End of this chapter)