The Bull Demon King stood up and looked at his own body. If this was his previous life, his perfect body would have been enough to charm thousands of girls.
Clenching his fist, he threw a punch at the void in front of him.
The fist hit the air, causing a violent explosion. In this explosion, the air burned, and the space seemed to be about to shatter.
Looking at the spatial fluctuation caused by this punch, the Bull Demon King revealed a satisfied smile.
The endless torture he had suffered over the past few hundred years was finally worth it.
'This body of mine is definitely not inferior to the Shamans of the same realm,' thought the Bull Demon King.
After completing the three transformations of the mystic technique, the Bull Demon King did not plan to continue cultivating. There was no need to mention the increase in strength with each transformation of the mystic technique, but the time consumed was too much.
With the cultivation speed of the first three transformations, the Bull Demon King estimated that it would take at least two to three thousand years to cultivate the fourth transformation, or even longer.
What he needed now was to quickly increase his strength.
To increase one's strength, there was more than just body refinement. Compared to body refinement, the cultivation of Essence Soul and Dharmic powers was simpler and faster.
Moreover, under the high-intensity body tempering, the Bull Demon King's mind also showed some fatigue.
The cultivation of the Essence Soul was much calmer. The improvement of the Essence Soul required comprehension. Once one comprehended it, the improvement would be a matter of course.
When he was in the Green Touring Palace, although the Bull Demon King did not have a deep understanding of the Great Dao taught by the Tongtian Sect Master, the rich spiritual energy brought by the various phenomena of the heavenly maidens scattering flowers and the golden lotuses surging on the ground was absorbed by the Bull Demon King, and his Primordial Spirit Dharmic powers were further improved.
When he was in the human race, and because of some of the luck of the human race, the Bull Demon King felt a trace of an opportunity to break through.
Especially after training his body, under such high-intensity body tempering, his body and Yuan Shen were closely related, and the opportunity to break through was even more obvious.
This time, he didn't use any merit points. The Bull Demon King sat cross-legged and entered seclusion.
Just as the Bull Demon King was in seclusion again, the three figures on the Demon Heavenly Court finally moved.
The Heavenly Emperor, Emperor Jun, was an ambitious man. How could he be willing to be destroyed by the Wu Tribe's army when he had established the vast Heavenly Court?
Kunpeng was a proud man, so his strength was not much weaker than the three of them. If a Sage-to-be, especially one who had a high speed in Untainted Land, wanted to escape, they had to be on guard.
After a long discussion, Emperor Jun took the Demon-Refining Banner, Fuxi took the Trapping Formation that he had refined in advance, and East Emperor Taiyi took his natal treasure, the Bell of Chaos. They went to the North Underworld together.
There is a fish in the north of the sea, its name is Kun.
The Northern Underworld was the Kun Peng's nest.
Kun Peng had gathered many living beings here and built the Demon Master Palace. The three of them not only wanted to take Kun Peng as their master, but they also wanted the Demon Master Palace.
If he could merge the Demon Master Palace into the Demon Race, it would be a great help to the Demon Race.
Goddess Nvywa was a Sage, so it was not convenient for her to help the Demon Tribe. However, she had refined the Demon Refining Banner, which was considered the most precious treasure of the Demon Tribe. The power of this spiritual treasure was that it could control the life and death of any Demon Tribe by absorbing a trace of their primordial spirit.
In fact, this Demon Refining Flag was similar to the later Investiture of the Gods, but the Investiture of the Gods was targeted at all Taoist disciples, while the Demon Refining Flag was targeted at all demons in the world.
The purpose of the three of them this time was that if Kun Peng was willing to join the Demon Race, it would be fine. If he refused, the three Demon Race emperors planned to use tough methods to absorb a trace of Kun Peng's Primordial Spirit and force him to work for the Demon Race.
The three Quasi-Saints were naturally very fast.
It didn't take long for him to arrive at the Northern Underworld and stand in the void thousands of miles away from the Demon Master Palace.
At this moment, Kun Peng was still cultivating. He suddenly did not notice that a conspiracy against him had already begun.
Fuxi was still hiding in the void, while Emperor Jun and Taiyi went to the gate of the Demon Master Palace to invite Kunpeng.
Kun Peng only snorted coldly at their invitation. He knew about the two great wars between the Sorcerer and Demon.
If not for Dao Ancestor Hongjun, the current demon race would probably have been destroyed.
Now, these two monarchs of the demon race had come to invite him. Kun Peng even suspected that these two were out of their minds.
However, although Kun Peng was disdainful, he didn't show it in front of the two emperors of the demon race. He only politely refused.
The two of them had already made plans in their hearts. When the invitation failed, they would open their mouths to threaten.
Facing the threat of the two Demon Emperors, Kun Peng did not dare to be careless. Although he was arrogant, he knew the strength of these two Demon Emperors very well.
In the next moment, the Kun Peng transformed into its original form and flew up into the sky.
In his opinion, even if he couldn't beat them, he could still hide!
In the end, just as the huge roc body soared into the sky, it was blocked by a huge energy barrier.
Seeing this, how could Kun Peng not understand that the demons had long been completely prepared?
Looking at Fuxi who emerged from the void, Kunpeng's eyes turned cold and he immediately pounced on Fuxi. Fuxi was the weakest among the three Demon Sovereigns, and he was the one who set up the formation. Kunpeng's choice was not wrong.
However, how could the Kun Peng succeed in the hundreds of years of conspiracy of the three Demon Kings?
Just as Kun Peng was about to reach Fuxi, a huge bell enveloped Fuxi. Facing the Chaos Bell, Kun Peng's attack couldn't hurt Fuxi at all.
After a moment of battle, Kun Peng was already on the verge of death by the three of them.
Seeing the three of them staring at him, Kun Peng had no doubt that if he dared to refuse again, he would definitely be killed here.
Between pride and life, he chose life without hesitation.
It was not just him. If this question were to be asked by all living beings in the world, the result would probably be the same.
At this moment, the Bull Demon King was still working hard in his cave abode to break through to the mid-stage Primordial Immortal realm.
Just like that, another three hundred years passed unknowingly.
This was only after the Bull Demon King felt the opportunity to break through. If he wanted to cultivate from the early-stage Primordial Immortal realm to the mid-stage Primordial Immortal realm normally, it would probably take thousands of years.
After 300 years, the Bull Demon King finally advanced from the early-stage Primordial Immortal realm to the mid-stage Primordial Immortal realm.
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