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"Roar!"

Du Shaofu rushed in. Following a roar, the eyes of the Soul Seed closed and an invisible wave spread outwards.

In this instant, Du Shaofu seemed to have traveled through a crack in the air, his surroundings becoming pitch-black, as a faint lightning spark seemed to appear in front of him.

Du Shaofu did not hesitate, the Primordial Spirit Power rushed forward as though it was teleporting through time and space.

The lightning bolt seemed to be right in front of them, but in reality, it was very far away.

Du Shaofu was extremely careful, he did not dare be careless, and the Primordial Spirit Power advanced cautiously.

This couldn't be a mistake. If he fails, not only will he lose all of his efforts, but his origin soul will also be severely injured. More importantly, he can't allow this to fail.

This period of time seemed to have lost all meaning. It was a very long time, and also seemed like an instant. The sparks of lightning in front of him became more and more blazing, and the curtain of light expanded like the exit of a passageway.

As such, Du Shaofu's mind was extremely cautious, as he passed through the sparks of lightning, the space suddenly became wider, and a sinister fluctuation accompanied by a dense killing intent filled the air.

In the next moment, what appeared in Du Shaofu's mind was a huge dark space, filled with dense black clouds, filled with Demonic Qi, it was terrifying and sinister.

There were many strange plants growing in succession in the mountains, giving off an extremely depressing feeling.

There were a few towering mountain peaks that pierced the clouds, gathered together. They were densely packed with strange dark Talisman Secret Mark, and there was a huge black palace on top of it. It was so huge that even a thousand meters large beast looked insignificant in front of it.

"A familiar aura!"

When his mind swept past the enormous and terrifying palace, Du Shaofu immediately felt a familiar aura fluctuation. It came from the depths of the enormous palace, and that aura was exactly the same as the three thousand thunderclaps that were currently connected to him.

"Master."

Du Shaofu's mind shook, and immediately followed the aura and rushed to the hall.

In front of the palace, there were many Devil Demonic Beast s and Evil Spirit occupying the area, with bloodshot eyes and terrifying auras. At this moment, there was no reaction, as they were unable to sense Du Shaofu's approach.

Within the hall, a faint light screen lit up. Inside, there were a lot of huge stone pillars engraved with the Fiendish Demon Beast s and the strange Talisman Secret Mark s.

This hall was too huge, there were countless passages, crisscrossing each other, and occasionally there were electric arcs. There were powerful Devil Demonic Beast and Evil Spirit occupying this place.

Following the familiar undulations of the aura, Du Shaofu traveled back and forth, and quickly arrived at a large, dark hall.

In the center of the hall, there were three figures sitting cross-legged. Their bodies were shrouded in a dense demonic aura, and they surrounded a stone pillar that was half a meter in diameter.

Above the stone pillar, there were many strange Talisman Secret Mark, which gave off a terrifying aura.

And on the stone pillar, at this moment, there was a figure that was covered by the burning Flame Electric Arc.

Looking carefully, within the blazing Flame Electric Arc, there was a figure wrapped within. His black hair was unkempt and covered by a layer of lightning. He seemed to be an old man in his fifties.

On top of the stone pillar, the strange Talisman Secret Mark was like a chain as it tightly entwined itself around the figure. It passed through the old man's forehead and emitted a strange aura.

The burning Flame Electric Arc on the old man's body was unable to destroy the strange Talisman Secret Mark chain.

Seeing the old man's figure, Du Shaofu's primordial spirit trembled violently.

That face looked a little older than before, but how could Du Shaofu forget that this was his own master.

Looking at his aged face bound by the demonic energy, this was a terrible pain and torment.

This was his own master, treating him like a son. Now that he saw his master being treated like that, Du Shaofu's heart immediately ached, and a monstrous chill spread out.

At that very moment, the Artifact Monarch's tightly closed eyes seemed to sense something. His eyes, which were hidden behind his messy hair, trembled, then he slowly struggled to open them.2

The pair of eyes, which should have been blazing with lightning, was now somewhat cloudy and dim.

Seeing that his Master had opened her eyes, Du Shaofu was finally unable to hold back. Using the Primordial Spirit Power as her figure, her body trembled and she instantly landed in the hall, knelt on one knee, and said with a trembling voice: "Master, your disciple is unfilial, and caused Master to suffer!"

When Du Shaofu's illusionary Primordial Spirit figure appeared, the Artifact Elder's eyes froze for a moment and his body couldn't help but tremble.

Looking at the kneeling young man in front of him, under the thick eyebrows of the Artifact Monarch, his cloudy eyes began to vaguely see a Flame Rune jumping in the depths of his pupils. From the depths of his throat, a wet and hoarse voice was emitted, "Shaofu, my disciple!"

"Master!"

Du Shaofu's voice trembled, the pain in his heart completely exploded out when he heard his Master's voice.

"Good, good, with such a disciple, even if I, Xiahou Fenglei were to die, it would be worth it!"

How could he not know what kind of strength and power a Primordial Spirit Power required to be able to appear here? It had only been such a long time, yet this little fellow had already reached such a step, it was likely he had already stepped into the realm of legends.

"Master, this disciple will come as soon as possible to save you!" Du Shaofu's eyes turned red and her voice choked.

"No, this place is not as simple as you think it is. Quickly go, there is a disciple like you, I, Xiahou Fenglei will not have any regrets in this life!" The Weapon Sovereign shook his head. His apprentice was no longer the same as he had been before. However, he was well aware that this place was no ordinary place.

"Kid, quickly leave. Devil Emperor is here!"

At the same time, Flame Thunder's voice sounded out from within Du Shaofu's primordial spirit.

"Master, this disciple will definitely come back to save you!"

Du Shaofu's voice was firm and resolute. As his voice fell, his gaze trembled, and the phantom formed by his primordial spirit immediately dissipated.

"Chi la!"

Space twisted, and a middle-aged man in armor walked out. He looked young, his hair was all black, and his shoulders were shoulder-to-shoulder, his figure robust and well-built. On the black armor on his body, a strange Talisman Secret Mark flickered, and he was one of the Nine Demon Emperors s of Devil Cult.

"He really did come."

He then turned to look at the artifact master Xiahou Fenglei, and said: "Leaving you behind is indeed useful. Seems like in that brat's heart, your weight is not light, but this time, he is dead, and there is no return!"

"If my disciple was truly so easy to deal with, you wouldn't have needed to come so far." The Artifact Elder said as he looked at Ninth Demon Emperor.

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