Divine Seal: Six Paths of Reincarnation, I am the Crown-Rank Assassin

Chapter 99 Fire Demon King, My Dog
Yan Qianqiu's vision went through the crimson crown floating in his hand.

I saw that demonic pillar, which had long since lost its luster.

He stretched out his finger and grabbed the demon pillar with the flaming lion demon relief in mid-air, storing it into the tower.

The Tower of Eternity shone with a fiery red light, and a ferocious lion-shaped relief appeared at the threshold.

The ancient spirit tower emitted a hazy, white light. Spiritual and soul power circulated around the tower, absorbing Anluo's scattered soul.

The ninth-tier demon god fell on the spot, and his powerful soul power transformed into thousands of skeletal spiritual clones.

Yan Qianqiu opened her eyes.

Seeing the tragic death of the Crimson Lion Demon God, he activated the Asura Path Spirit Furnace, pulled the Asura Blood Sword from the Iron Throne, and plunged it into the Demon God's corpse.

Dark red blood flowed down the sword hilt, rapidly transforming into spiritual energy.

The demon god's spiritual power of tens of thousands cannot be converted in a short time; it must be obtained with the help of the Asura Blood Sword.

A surge of spiritual energy flowed into his body.

Having killed the Flame Lion Demon and with the help of the Asura's power, his inner spiritual power is now approaching 30,000.

Once you break through to the eighth rank, you will be able to summon a demon god-level undead!
This is really exciting.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but clench his right fist.

Gazing at the bloody figure of the terrifying dual-wielding demon not far away,
Yan Qianqiu's heart stirred.

"I might as well use the Flame Puppet as a sacrifice to create another Puppet Chaos Beast to be their king."

Just do it,

His figure transformed into a streak of light.

The Netherworld Flash tore through space, creating ripples.

Yan Qianqiu appeared like a ghost.

He saw a Flame Lion Puppet Lord surrounded by twin-sword demons, fighting fiercely, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Spiritual power activated,

The beast-path spirit furnace on his chest suddenly emitted an eerie, emerald-green light.

Its color complements that of the Azure Demon Rider.

"Roar--!"

The Flame Puppet Lord let out a terrified roar, and the demonic flames around its body surged wildly.

However, before it could react,
A mysterious, emerald-green hand, like that of the Creator, has boldly reached out!
Soul-locking chains wrapped around his palms, each chain engraved with runes, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Crack!"

The emerald green hand mercilessly gripped the rocky body of the Demon Puppet Lord.

The Lava Lord Armor, which was said to be able to withstand sixth-tier attacks, shattered like paper in the face of this power.

The demon lord struggled frantically.

But to his horror, he discovered that the magic crystal energy within his body was being frantically drained by the chains.

"No, no!" Its scarlet pupils contracted violently, and its voice was distorted with fear.

Yan Qianqiu watched coldly from the sidelines, his fingertips slightly raised.

The animal realm's spiritual furnace hummed, and wisps of crimson energy seeped from between the emerald green fingers.

"Refine."

As his indifferent voice rang out...

The Demon Puppet Lord's massive body suddenly stiffened, and then collapsed like a stone sculpture.

Countless crimson points of light rose from the rubble.

"melt."

He hissed.

The energy suddenly surged violently.

A terrifying creation, a mixture of boiling flesh and blood, blended with the molten body of a fiery demon puppet and a trace of the violent demonic spiritual power of the demon god Anluo.

"roar--!!"

Accompanied by a deafening roar.

A monstrous puppet, three zhang tall, crashed to the ground.
Its body is made of flowing dark red lava, growing at the joints, with four large lava hands extending from its back.

It fluttered slightly, like wings.

The molten lava demon puppet knelt on one knee, its six burning pupils gazing up at its creator, emitting a whimper of submission.

Yan Qianqiu stroked the demonic horn on its head with satisfaction and whispered:

"Go, let the Flame Puppet Lord experience the power of the Chaos Beasts." Hearing his master's command,

The lava golem roared to the sky.

They rushed towards the Flame Puppet.

With each step it left burning lava footprints on the ground, and wherever it passed, even the air was scorched and distorted.

Yan Qianqiu stood with his hands behind his back.

He watched the molten lava terror golem wreak havoc on the battlefield, a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

He gently stroked the newly formed demonic patterns on the surface of the Animal Path Spirit Furnace with his fingertips, feeling the surging power within.

"If I could have seventy-two Chaos Beasts..." he murmured, a cold smile curving his lips.
"At that time, the Holy Demon Continent will welcome its new master."

Yan Qianqiu's eyes narrowed slightly.
He gently stroked the dancing patterns on the Animal Path Spirit Furnace with his fingertips, gazing thoughtfully into the churning demonic clouds deep within.

The lava terror golems are wreaking havoc in the center of the battlefield, burning large numbers of low-level demons to ashes.

However, the expected eighth-tier demon god never appeared.

The holy war has not yet begun; at most, only three demon gods are stationed at each level.
In other words, there is another demon god on the battlefield outside the Exorcism Pass.

Winged Bull Madman, Sai Communist Party.

"How could the Sai Gong be able to refrain from taking action?" he muttered to himself, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

It stands to reason,
Given the Winged Bull Demon's violent and ferocious nature, it is absolutely impossible for him to sit idly by and watch the demon army be slaughtered.

"A breakthrough through seclusion? Or perhaps..."

Yan Qianqiu, in his demonic form, stood atop the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, indifferently watching the bloody massacre.

The blood formed a phantom throne, resembling the spirit furnace of the Asura Path.

The carnage caused by the Chaos Beasts can also have its spiritual power devoured by the Asura Path.

With the support of the Dream Temple's life force, his inner spiritual power visibly increased rapidly.

“Cultivating natural spiritual energy is also a form of absorption, so why not just seize what’s readily available?”

Yan Qianqiu leaned against the illusory throne, thinking to herself.

In the liturgical tradition of the priest's temple, there is a practice called initiation.

At this time,

The slaughtered demons are now involuntarily "initiating" Yan Qianqiu.

The morning light pierced through the smoke of battle, casting a long shadow of him.

The Lava Golem Lord was tearing the last two Golem Lords apart with its four fiery tentacles.

The mournful cries were incessant.

Dark red demonic blood flowed down its lava-like body, rising into a pungent blood mist on the scorched earth.

"roar--"

The newly born Demon King roared to the sky, and thousands of the remaining Flame Demon Puppets trembled and knelt on the ground.

They pressed their foreheads against the pool of blood, their lava bodies flickering with fear.

Several demonic puppets had their knees deeply embedded in the remains of their companions, yet they dared not move an inch.

Yan Qianqiu walked slowly across the Blood Lake, yet the soles of his boots remained spotless.

He placed his hand on the chest of the Lava Puppet Lord, and the emerald light of the Beast Path Spirit Furnace flowed from his fingertips into the pulsating magic crystal.

"From this day forward, you will be my dog."

Yan Qianqiu smiled. "The King of the Flame Puppet."

When the first full ray of dawn pierced through the clouds

The young man had disappeared from the spot.

Only the hideous lava monster remained kneeling in the pool of blood.

The crimson pupils reflected the direction their master had left, burning with twisted loyalty and fear.

Yan Qianqiu stood with his hands behind his back.

The eerie light cast by the Demon God Pillar shrouded his face in shadow, with only his cold eyes gleaming menacingly in the darkness.

The Dark Gold Wolf Demon knelt on the ground, its sharp claws digging deep into the scorched earth, yet it dared not tremble even slightly.

"At noon, I commanded all lords to come and meet me."

The demonic pillar that Qingyao rode suddenly emitted a ghastly green light, illuminating an area of ​​a hundred meters in a chilling, demonic atmosphere.

Cold sweat dripped from the Dark Gold Wolf Demon Lord's nose. "As you command! Lowly Wolf Charles will go immediately."

(End of this chapter)