Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

The voice of Eight-Armed Mundo was resounding and booming, resounding throughout the Shura Palace like thunder, with unquestionable majesty, as if containing an invisible pressure, making every Eight-Armed Shura present clearly feel the undisguised displeasure of their patriarch.

You have to know that the Shura Ceremony, held only once per Chaos Era, is one of the Eight-Armed Shura Clan's most grand ceremonies, and its importance is self-evident. Unless someone is in a critical moment of seclusion, striving for a higher realm, or facing an unavoidable and difficult situation, no matter who in the clan is present, they must be present, and they must be the original deity.

But according to his understanding, the eight-armed giant stick and the other two were not the same.

Now, even he, the head of the clan, has arrived on time, but there is no trace of the eight-armed giant.

This shows that he has some opinions about the patriarch!

What made Eight-Armed Mundo even more furious was that he had already called out the Eight-Armed Giant and questioned him in public, but the Eight-Armed Giant still did not show up.

The eight-armed giant's behavior was simply a slap in the face of him, the clan leader, and it was a slap that made a loud noise.

Does this eight-armed giant want to rebel?

Do you really think that just because you have stepped into the realm of the Lord of the Nine-Pattern Universe, you are qualified to challenge me?

The anger in his heart was like a volcanic eruption, out of control. The terrifying aura of the Lord of the Nine-Pattern Universe began to surge uncontrollably, and the powerful pressure spread to the surroundings like a tide, causing the eight-armed Shuras with lower cultivation in the hall to breathe rapidly, as if an invisible giant hand was strangling their throats.

"Hmph, if he, the Eight-Armed Giant, can't give a reasonable explanation today, don't blame me for disregarding the friendship of my fellow clansmen and punishing him severely!" Eight-Armed Mondo said gritting his teeth, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, like two sharp ice blades that could pierce people's hearts in an instant.

When the elders of the Eight-Armed Shura Clan in the hall heard this, their expressions became stern.

As one of the top ten strongest men in the Eight-Armed Shura Clan, Eight-Armed Juluo's status among the elders of the Eight-Armed Shura Clan is far beyond that of ordinary elders. Many elders have a close relationship with him, but at this moment, facing the wrath of the clan leader, they dare not rashly plead for mercy.

For a moment, the entire Shura Palace fell into a depressing silence. Only the faintly surging terrifying aura of Eight-Armed Mondo revealed the anger in his heart that had not yet subsided.

At the same time, in Juyuantian, this is the Taoist temple of the eight-armed Julan clan elder.

Shenyuan Mountain is where the main incarnation of the Eight-Armed Giant Sword Clan practices in seclusion.

Shenyuan Mountain, the top of the mountain, Shenyuan Demon Palace.

The boundless demonic energy was like billowing thick smoke, swirling and spreading wildly, making the entire palace eerie and terrifying.

It seemed to have life, constantly twisting and changing, sometimes condensing into a hideous ghost face, sometimes transforming into a demon shadow with bared fangs and claws, and emitting a creepy roar.

In the deepest part of the Shenyuan Demon Palace, the eight-armed giant eleven clan old man, who is now the Lord of Shenyuan, is sitting quietly on a Chaos Demon Lotus to practice in seclusion.

The petals of this Chaos Demon Lotus are a deep ink color, with faint light flickering around the edges, as if telling the mystery and vicissitudes of life when the universe was first created.

Beneath the magic lotus is a black lake formed by dense demonic energy. Strange ripples appear on the surface of the lake from time to time, emitting bursts of heart-pounding aura.

Countless phantoms of the demon world appeared around it like phantoms, with various shapes and changes.

Countless ferocious demons emerged from the shadows of the demon world, like a flooding torrent. They bared their fangs and claws, roared and howled, as if they were going to submerge the entire Shenyuan Demon Palace.

The Lord of Divine Essence seemed oblivious to all this, his head and eyes tightly closed, his expression serene. His eight arms hung naturally at his sides, each entwined with wisps of black air, as if echoing the surrounding demonic energy.

His breathing was long and steady. With every breath, one could see traces of demonic energy being absorbed into his body. After being tempered, it was expelled from his pores, transforming into a purer force and merging into the Chaos Demon Lotus.

Suddenly, the Lord of Divine Essence seemed to sense something, and his tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, his eyes filled with surprise and panic, "How is it possible that I have never participated in the Shura Ceremony?"

Although I covet the position of clan leader, I must not be foolish enough to challenge the clan leader before breaking through to become the Lord of the Nine-Pattern Universe.

The Lord of the Nine-Pattern Universe, the Quasi-Lord of the Nine-Pattern Universe, there is only a difference of one word, but there is a world of difference between them. It is impossible for him to be the opponent of the patriarch, not to mention that he is making trouble at the Shura Ceremony.

That was not only a slap in the face of Eight-Armed Mundo, but also a slap in the face of several ancestors.

How drunk must this deity be to do such a stupid thing?

Not long after, the Lord of Divine Yuan's expression changed again. He couldn't even contact his original body. All the messages he sent were like drop in the ocean, with no response at all.

An ominous premonition suddenly surged into his heart, and the Lord of Divine Yuan couldn't help but exclaimed: "Oh no, something has happened to me!

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Inside the Shura Palace.

The atmosphere was still extremely oppressive, and no one dared to break the silence. The oppressive atmosphere was like an invisible net that tightly bound everyone in the field. Many elders felt a tightness in their chests, and breathing seemed to have become extremely difficult.

"Whoosh..."

Suddenly, a purple-black demonic light flashed from outside the Shura Palace and appeared in front of a group of golden thrones, revealing an eight-armed Shura wearing purple-black divine armor, who was 70% similar to the eight-armed giant elder.

It was none other than one of the incarnations of the old main force of the Eight-Armed Giant Clan - the Lord of Divine Yuan.

At this moment, he looked hurried, with a trace of panic still on his face.

In an instant, the eyes of all the eight-armed Shura elders in the Shura Palace fell on the Lord of Divine Yuan.

They looked at each other with different expressions.

There is worry, weirdness, disappointment...and of course, more of it is gloating.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

This is a common problem among intelligent creatures, and the Eight-Armed Shura clan is no exception.

There are many elders in the tribe who are unhappy with the Eight-Armed Giant and don't get along with him.

It has to be this old man Ju Luo. Even at this time, he still hasn't shown up, and only sent a god to come. This old guy is really brave and doesn't take the patriarch seriously at all.

Next, there will be some fun to watch!

However, the Lord of Divine Origin was too anxious to pay attention to the various gazes of the clan elders. He bent one knee and fell directly to his knees in front of Eight-Armed Mondo with a thump. He said anxiously, "Clan leader, something has happened to me. I'm afraid the situation is very serious."

"In order to exonerate himself, this old man Ju Luo is really cruel. He even cursed himself." Many elders in the rear laughed. Did this old man Ju Luo think they were fools? Thousands of years ago, some of them had seen it. It would have happened sooner or later, but it happened at this time. It was really a coincidence.

Eight-armed Mondo looked down at the kneeling Divine Master, his face full of sarcasm, and said coldly, "What a dangerous situation!"

A mere tens of millions of years, for them, is not even as long as a meal for ordinary people, and as a result, something went wrong.

This old man was no longer provoking him, but was ruthlessly trampling on his intelligence.

"Chief, this is absolutely true. Something has really happened to me..."

The Lord of Divine Origin said anxiously. At this moment, he really wanted to greet their ancestors for eighteen generations. He couldn't think carefully about how badly he must have been kicked in the head by a donkey to be so stupid as to do such a thing. "Chief, tens of millions of years ago..."

Soon, the Lord of Divine Yuan quickly recounted the story of the nine demonic swords and his request for help from the two ancestors tens of millions of years ago.

"Besides, I have already sent a message to the two ancestors before this. I think it won't be long before they will have news."

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