Primordial Era: I am the Bull Demon King, the First Demon of All Time

Chapter 86 With me here, the opportunity can only belong to me!

Hidden in the void, Chen Jing could still feel the intense heat emanating from the sea of ​​fire below. He was now at the Quasi-Saint realm, and his physical body had been cultivated to the fifth level of the Profound Technique, and had even undergone the transformation of Pangu's essence blood—yet he still felt that intense heat. One could imagine how domineering this True Sun Fire was.

If a being at the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm were to rashly enter that sea of ​​fire at this moment, it would likely encounter great trouble and might be burned to ashes by the True Fire of the Sun.

At this moment, the bald monk hiding in the shadows, seeing that only one little golden crow remained, quietly removed the illusion array he had set up, and erased all remaining traces.

A smug smile appeared on his face as he turned and left.

He has done everything he had to do; all that remains is for the primordial beings, especially the Heavenly Emperor of the demon race, to see what he wants them to see.

The ten princes of the demon race wreaked havoc on the primordial land, and Hou Yi, the great shaman of the witch clan, shot down the suns, killing the princes of the demon race.

Just after the bald monk left, Di Jun, who was busy in the Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan, suddenly felt a pang of heartache, as if the most important thing had left him.

At his current level, it's impossible for this situation to happen without a reason.

Since it happened, it must signify something.

Di Jun stood there, did some calculations with his fingers, and suddenly his expression changed drastically.

In Di Jun's right hand, immortal light flowed, and with a wave of his sleeve, a scene appeared before him.

In this scene, the rear wing is just drawing its bow, aiming at the last golden crow in the neutron sky.

Below them, flames rose fiercely, and the corpses lay there like nine small suns.

He knew that the nine sun-like corpses were his sons.

Upon seeing this, a strong aura of killing intent erupted from Di Jun's body, and the aura of a mid-stage Quasi-Saint burst forth without reservation. His majestic face was filled with anger, and his eyes burned with fury.

Just as this aura erupted, the demon saints around him who were listening to his instructions all took several steps back, each spitting out a mouthful of blood. Donghuang Taiyi and Xihuang Fuxi, who were standing next to Dijun, were also shocked by the aura that Dijun suddenly unleashed.

The two got up and went to Di Jun's side, where they saw the scene that was presented.

When Taiyi saw that scene, he was just like Dijun, with a huge aura emanating from his body and a raging anger rising up.

This caused considerable trouble for the demon saints in the main hall. Just as Di Jun's aura subsided, Tai Yi launched another attack, causing several demon saints to stagger back several steps and spit out a mouthful of blood.

After this happened twice, everyone looked somewhat dejected. They were completely baffled but dared not say anything. Everyone could see the anger emanating from the two emperors above.

At this point, they could only endure it silently.

However, with the strength of a mid-stage Quasi-Saint, at such close range, crushing a Demon Saint at the level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal was not an easy task, especially when they were caught off guard.

It can be said that Di Jun and Tai Yi's subconscious actions will take these demon saints many years to recover.

However, they are completely oblivious to this at the moment.

When Donghuang Taiyi saw the nine corpses on the ground that looked like the sun.

He was certain that they were his nine nephews.

Fuxi calmed down slightly, and his quasi-sage divine sense covered the Sun Star.

When he saw that the Sun Star was empty, his heart sank and his brows furrowed.

What he dared not imagine has come true.

Those nine corpses engulfed in raging flames were undoubtedly the nine princes of the demon race.

Moreover, the one who killed the nine princes was Hou Yi, the great witch of the witch clan, who was extremely familiar to the demon race.

This event signifies the end of the peaceful days between the Lich and Demon races, and the beginning of a great war.

The fall of nine demon princes means that this great battle will be a fight to the death, with no room for maneuver.

Right under the watchful eyes of Di Jun and the others.

Under Chen Jing's gaze from the hidden void.

Hou Yi drew his bow and nocked an arrow, the arrowhead pointing at the last little golden crow. Although he had already shot down nine little golden crows, the hatred in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

The little golden crow, which had been darting around aimlessly, flew away instantly after the monk with the unkempt head removed the illusion.

Behind him, Hou Yi's arrows followed closely.

Feeling the terrifying force of the wind behind it, the little golden crow directly used the secret technique of the three-legged golden crow and burned the essence blood of the three-legged golden crow in its body, bursting out with extreme speed.

During the high-speed movement, the arrows shot by Hou Yi did not pierce his body, but instead pierced one of his three legs.

Burning its life essence, the little golden crow paid no heed to anything else. Its body, radiating the true fire of the sun, left a trail of afterimages in the air before disappearing.

Hou Yi, standing there, frowned slightly as he watched this scene.

Although he really wanted to catch up with the little golden crow and shoot it down, shooting down nine little golden crows had taken a huge toll on his mental energy.

Even at his peak, he might not have been able to catch up with these little golden crows, let alone now.

Looking at the nine corpses on the ground, Hou Yi felt a slight sense of relief.

These nine golden crows can be considered as avenging the brothers Kuafu.

Just after the last little golden crow flew away, Chen Jing followed closely behind it.

It has to be said that the speed at which this little golden crow burst forth was truly fast. Although it had injured one leg, in Chen Jing's opinion, even an ordinary Great Luo Golden Immortal might not be able to catch up with it.

A three-legged golden crow at the Taiyi Golden Immortal level can actually unleash such speed. If Dijun and Taiyi were to fly like this, I'm afraid there would be very few people in the entire prehistoric world who could catch up with them.

However, given Chen Jing's cultivation level of Quasi-Saint, this is not a problem at all.

At the Quasi-Saint realm, one can already tear through the void and perform simple spatial traversal. No matter how fast one flies, can it be faster than traversing space? Given the speed unleashed by this three-legged golden crow, Chen Jing doesn't need to traverse space yet.

He concealed himself in the void, leisurely following behind the golden crow.

Half a day later, the little golden crow finally plummeted into a valley below.

Clearly, he could no longer sustain such relentless flight.

Just as the three-legged golden crow was falling into the valley below, Chen Jing possessed its body and also headed into the valley below.

Originally, this ten-day descent to the mortal realm was a death calamity for the nine three-legged golden crows, but for this smallest three-legged golden crow, it offered a glimmer of hope and a chance for survival.

However, with Chen Jing following him, how could he possibly obtain this opportunity?