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Jiang Pingying hurriedly chased after him.

She followed Chu Mo and saw a wall at the end of the hall.

The walls were engraved with dense runes, emitting an obscure metallic light, like some kind of forbidden formation.

Chu Mo stood there, rubbing the wall with his fingertips, lost in thought.

Jiang Pingying got closer and watched carefully.

The wall seemed to have no flaws, it was so perfect that there was no way to break it.

Chu Mo took a closer look and found that the symbols carved on the wall turned out to be Blue Star's modern characters.

He was shocked inside.

Is there anyone else who has traveled through time?

"This is the Blood Shadow Demonic Art!"

Chu Mo suddenly said.

Jiang Pingying was confused: "What is the Blood Shadow Demonic Art?"

Chu Mo said: "This technique was created by the Blood Shadow Demon Lord, specifically to build a strong army for him to conquer the world, remove obstacles, and help him unify the world of immortals and demons."

Jiang Pingying said in surprise: "But... as far as I know, the Blood Shadow Demon not only created the Blood Shadow Legion himself, but also created many blood shadow puppets, which are extremely powerful and terrifying! This Blood Shadow Demon's evil power is not Has it been lost? How come it appears here?"

Chu Mo frowned: "The Blood Shadow Demonic Art has indeed been lost. But in this world, there are some secret things that are unknown to ordinary people and cannot be understood by us ordinary people."

Jiang Pingying nodded: "Maybe it's really just similar?"

Chu Mo shook his head and said: "This is an ancient demon technique, and its characteristics are the same as those of the Blood Shadow Demon."

"Ancient Demon Clan?"

Jiang Pingying became more and more confused.

Chu Mo continued to explain: "In ancient times, the demon clan was prevalent and strong men emerged in large numbers. The demon clan was divided into seven major demon clans. This demon clan is called Blood Shadow Demon Clan.”

Jiang Pingying was surprised: "Is this a book from the ancient demon clan?"

"No, it's just an inherited memory." Chu Mo said, "Back then, in order to fight for hegemony in the immortal and demon world, the Blood Shadow Demon Clan united with many demon kings and designed to harm the Demon Emperor's lineage. The Blood Shadow Demon Clan was the one they obtained from the Demon Emperor. Obtained from the collection left behind and used to train the Blood Shadow Puppet. The practice of the Blood Shadow Demonic Art is extremely difficult and requires a large amount of blood, so the death rate of the Blood Shadow Puppet is extremely high. The Blood Shadow Demonic Art has rarely been spread in history. To this day, it has completely disappeared.”

He paused and then said: "Anyone who practices this technique must use the essence and blood of a living person to sacrifice. The blood shadow puppet is an evil thing. It can kill a lot of people. It is not worthy of being a demon, let alone practicing such evil methods. Therefore, over the years, major forces have strictly prohibited the practice of this technique."

Jiang Pingying understood: "No wonder..."

"Clap clap clap!"

There was a round of applause.

The wall directly opposite the hall suddenly opened, and a man slowly walked out of the darkness. He was tall and tall, with a handsome and cold appearance. His facial features are angular and sharp as a knife, his eye sockets are deep and his eyes are like cold pools.

“I didn’t expect that there are still people in this world who know these words!”

The Ancient Demon Lord narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes sharp and compelling, "I'm very curious, who are you? Where do you come from?"

Jiang Pingying stared at the Ancient Demon Lord nervously, her heart full of doubts and wariness.

She knew almost nothing about this powerful demon from ancient times, but his appearance made the whole scene more solemn and dangerous.

The ancient demon king's eyes scanned the hall, as if he wanted to take in everything.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing an imperceptible sneer.

He looked at Chu Mo and said, "Are you the inheritor of the demon clan? I feel the familiar bloodline aura!"

Chu Mo stared at him calmly, and his tone was steady without any fluctuation: "Odd changes to even?"

"Ok?"

The Ancient Demon Lord was stunned, and his face suddenly changed, becoming as gloomy as ink, and the air pressure around his body dropped sharply.

He took one step forward, crossed the hall, and stood in front of Chu Mo.

Chu Mo held the long sword in his hand and remained motionless.

Two huge forces of pressure collided.

Jiang Pingying couldn't help but take a step back, feeling a tightness in her chest and a sweet taste in her throat.

She looked at Chu Mo in surprise. She never expected that he was more powerful than she imagined!

The Ancient Demon Lord stared at Chu Mo, "What do you mean?"

Chu Mo said: "These words are not the original words of the Blood Shadow Demonic Art."

The Ancient Demon Lord sneered and said: "I have heard for a long time that you humans are cunning and despicable, and are good at conspiracy. It is indeed true!"

Chu Mo asked: "What grudge do you have against the Blood Shadow Demon Clan?"

The Ancient Demon Lord snorted coldly: "The depth of hatred is beyond your imagination!"

He suddenly raised his hand and punched out from the air!

Chu Mo immediately raised his sword to resist!

Boom!

There was a loud noise, and the bluestone beneath his feet cracked and collapsed!

Chu Mo snorted coldly, jumped into the air, and started fighting with him again!

Jiang Pingying hurriedly hid in the darkness.

The Ancient Demon Lord's attacks were sharp and fast, and every punch was like a mountain falling down, causing clouds to surge in all directions and strong winds filling the sky. Chu Mo was nimble and agile, and had superb swordsmanship. Although he was at a disadvantage, he was not suppressed.

The long sword in his hand danced like an airtight wave, and the shadow of the sword writhed, like a blazing sun hanging in the sky, illuminating a large area of ​​​​the night.

Jiang Pingying hid in the distance and watched, amazed.

Unexpectedly, Chu Mo not only had superb martial arts skills, but also had strong spiritual power. He could resist the attack of the Ancient Demon Lord without losing.

This is nothing short of a miracle!

"Bam—!"

With a muffled sound, the Ancient Demon Lord smashed the table to pieces with his palm, turning the tables and chairs into ashes.

He became furious and yelled, "It's time to end it!"

He spread his arms, and the muscles all over his body swelled. His clothes tore and exploded in an instant, and ferocious veins appeared under his skin, and his size increased dramatically!

In the blink of an eye, he rose to a height of three feet, like a god, majestic and terrifying.

His aura was even more frightening. The powerful aura rushed forward, breaking down the roof, causing bricks and tiles to crash to the ground, and smoke and dust filled the air.

The Ancient Demon Lord has the cultivation level of the True God Realm!

His power is far greater than Chu Mo, and every move contains destructive power!

"Boy, kneel down!" The Ancient Demon Lord shouted and pressed down hard on Chu Mo with his palm.

A wisp of red flame shot out from the palm, as hot as magma, exuding a strong pungent smell. Wherever it passed, even the hard stone slabs melted, leaving traces of charcoal.

This is the flame condensed by the evil spirit.

Chu Mo's pupils narrowed and he quickly dodged.

The wisp of crimson flames brushed past his robe, burning a hole and almost burning his clothes.

Chu Mo took a quick step and closed the distance.

He held a long sword and slashed towards the Ancient Demon Lord.

However, the Ancient Demon Lord swayed and avoided his attack, instead approaching him.

He slapped Chu Mo.

Chu Mo's body was light and he moved a few feet sideways to avoid the blow. At the same time, he drew out the black gold sword made of the ancient king Teng Teng and slashed at the neck of the ancient demon king.

The Ancient Demon Lord stretched out his other hand to block, and with a clang, the black gold sword fell down.