Mortal Mirror

The altar was very old and dilapidated, made of a kind of mottled stone.

The altar was empty, with only a stone rod about ten feet high. There was a painting on the stone rod, a picture of demons ascending to heaven.

Twelve tall demon gods, some wielding magic wands, some wearing magic crowns, circled around, looking up at the sky. In the sky, a huge demon face overlooked the world, and blood rain fell from the sky.

Seeing this scene, Huang Batian's heart inexplicably surged with excitement.

Looking at the blood-soaked garment again, it was tattered. Many places on the sleeves and clothes were torn into strips. As the garment fluttered, one could see some dark gold patterns on it. It was not embroidery, but magic patterns outlined by dried blood, the blood of the Demon Ancestor.

Even after tens of thousands of years, it still scorched fine Demonic Dao patterns in the void.

Huang Batian looked at this garment, inexplicably excited. He seemed to see the garment summoning him, an supreme arrival.

So, he couldn't help but reach out and touch the garment.

The moment his fingertip touched the garment, his mind suddenly exploded.

Countless scenes flooded into his sea of consciousness. A white-clothed sword immortal stood on the summit, and when the sword light fell, heaven and earth were annihilated.

Countless demonic creatures surged like a tide, turning to ashes in the endless fire. The Demon Ancestor's chest bloomed with a blood-colored lotus, and he fell unwillingly from the nine heavens. The demonic blood turned into a rain of blood, and the robe soaked in demonic blood turned into a stream of light, falling into this ancient city.

After that, the power of the curse killed all living beings, turning them into countless demon souls. They devoured each other, but eventually, they were all annihilated.

Only a few remaining demon souls ultimately guarded this place, guarding the Demon Ancestor's last bloodline.

Huang Batian laughed loudly and shouted, "It is truly the will of heaven, mine, all mine."

He suddenly widened his eyes, and the divine light in his eyes changed from dull to extremely clear.

"How domineering, but a bit of the Demon Ancestor's remnant spirit wants to drag me to eternal doom. What a pity, although you are the Demon Ancestor, you can't compare to my endless madness.

Want to kill me? Keep dreaming. I, Huang Batian, am an immortal existence. I am the darling of heaven. Break for me."

With a thought, two solid, pitch-black spiritual lights suddenly protruded from behind him, transformed from the Corrupting Heaven and Devouring Earth Great Art. As soon as the spiritual light came out, it turned into two pitch-black chains and wrapped around the blood garment.

Infinite corrosive power surged from the chains, and the aura of corrupting heaven and earth rolled out, giving people a crazy impulse just by smelling it.

The blood garment was locked, and the dark gold magic patterns on it suddenly burst forth, Brahmanical sounds rose, and demonic sounds filled his ears, as if countless demons were chanting around him.

It shook his head painfully, as if it were splitting open.

Huang Batian did not expect this blood garment to be so domineering, but this made him even more crazy, the more powerful it is, the more opportunity he would have.

He shouted loudly, directly using the Profound Yin Absorbing Skill, and actually began to suck the blood garment.

In the stone Buddha's surprised gaze, the dark gold magic patterns on the blood garment were actually drawn out bit by bit. Those magic patterns were pulled into his body, wandering on his skin.

At this moment, he felt a burning sensation in his chest. He tore open his clothes and saw several dark gold magic patterns on his chest, gradually forming a strange eye-like magic patterns. It was actually a closed demon eye, making it extremely strange to look at.

Also at this moment, when all the dark gold magic patterns were drawn out, when the demon eye was completed, the blood garment immediately began to decay, turning into flying ash.

Huang Batian immediately reached out and grabbed a drop of condensed but not dispersed demonic blood suspended in mid-air.

What did he see? A drop of Demon Ancestor's blood! The demonic spirit on it flashed, constantly emitting awe-inspiring and terrifying demonic light.

"Hehehe, so that's how it is, Demon Ancestor's blood, a big profit."

Huang Batian's joy at this moment was truly indescribable. He greedily looked at the Demon Ancestor's blood in front of him, his whole body trembling with excitement.

The stone Buddha watched all of this intently from the side, his expression constantly changing. For a moment, he even had an impulse to snatch the drop of demonic blood, but in the end, reason overcame madness.

He didn't want to die yet, especially now. He could feel that for this drop of demonic blood, Huang Batian would not hesitate to kill him.

At this moment, he even saw the demon eye on Huang Batian's chest twisting, as if it were about to come alive at any moment.

For some reason, in an instant, he felt that Huang Batian had changed into a different person. At this moment, he seemed to be a big demon.

How would Huang Batian know the stone Buddha's thoughts? At this moment, he was immersed in fantasy. He even felt that he had become the master of the demonic path, a feeling that can only be understood and not expressed.

When his gaze returned to the drop of demonic blood, he did not hesitate. He sucked with his mouth and directly swallowed the Demon Ancestor's blood, swallowing the Demon Ancestor's blood, tilting his head back.

A burning pain exploded in his throat, as if he had swallowed a piece of burning charcoal, but before this pain could spread.

He felt that his soul was already burning fiercely.

Demonic flames rose from his body, and the flames quickly spread out, covering an area of three feet. The demonic flames soared into the sky, like a torch, and the gray mist above his head was burned and spread out under the demonic flames.

Throughout the ancient city, countless wailing sounds instantly rang out.

"Won't...won't he just die like this!" The stone Buddha was a little dumbfounded. He didn't expect things to change so quickly. Although he really wanted Huang Batian to die, but at this moment he really died, there was still some unspeakable feeling in his heart.

After all, he hasn't led himself to dominate the world and let himself wantonly harm the common people. Is everything really over like this?

In the flames, Huang Batian was burned with extreme pain, his flesh rolled, and even the smell of scorch appeared. He never dreamed of why this would happen.

But it was too late, regret? What's the use? But, he didn't want to die.

"Roar...ah..." he let out a desperate roar.

At this time, the eye formed by the dark gold blood pattern on his chest suddenly opened, and infinite demonic light radiated out.

Immediately, a golden light shot out from the eyes, hitting the stone pillar right on the mark.

In the next moment, countless dark clouds rolled in the sky, the world roared with strong wind, and thunder rumbled.

One by one, dozens of feet tall demonic figures actually manifested one by one around the demonic flames. Some of them held magic wands, some wore magic crowns, some raised demonic axes with one hand, and some had thousands of demonic hands growing out of their backs.

In the blink of an eye, twelve demon god statues surrounded the demonic flames, coincidentally, this picture was exactly the same as the picture carved on the stone pillar.

The stone Buddha was dumbfounded, and for the first time, he was a little at a loss.

Also at this moment, the twelve demon gods began to chant, and the demonic Brahmanical sounds resounded and lingered.