"One of my seniors from the Demonic Dragon Palace once went to the Netherworld. I happened to hear him mention that there is a place called the Northern Underworld Ocean. It's extremely cold, and in the depths of the ocean, there are flames burning. That should be the Nine Nether Demonic Ancestral Flame." Long Xing said as they hurried along.
"Extremely cold? That should be the case."
Mo Xiaolang was excited. His situation was similar to Long Chen's. Long Chen had more or less finished absorbing the Ancestral Dragon's essence blood. Mo Xiaolang only lacked one or two portions of the Nine Nether Demonic Ancestral Flame.
He hadn't broken through in a while, so he was quite anxious. He was anxious because of Long Chen. He had promised Long Chen that he would go with him to the Sword Spirit Emperor Palace.
Without overwhelming power, it would be useless to go there.
The desire in Long Chen's heart was also his desire.
"Oh right, there's something you must remember. Although we haven't known each other for long and can't be considered friends, since I'm helping you, I hope you can keep it a secret. Don't tell anyone that I'm from the Demonic Dragon Palace. Also, don't guess why I'm here." Long Xing looked at them sternly.
Long Chen lazily glanced at him and said, "Don't worry. Who would be interested in revealing this trivial matter of yours?"
"That's good. I knew you guys were good. If you weren't guys, I would've taken you in. Haha."
"Scram."
Long Xing didn't know the exact location of the Northern Underworld Ocean. He could only explore in one direction. However, the Northern Underworld Ocean was huge, so it shouldn't be a problem.
However, after one or two days, Mo Xiaolang could feel the presence of the Nine Nether Demonic Ancestral Flame. At this point, they didn't need Long Xing anymore. Long Xing was still responsible and accompanied them all the way to the Northern Underworld Ocean.
Along the way, Emperor Chujiang didn't appear again.
While Long Chen was on his way, he was also paying attention to his surroundings, in case one of the Ghost Kings that he couldn't figure out suddenly appeared.
In the Great Void Realm, the three of them were very bored. However, with the commotion outside, they did not dare to come out.
The Northernmost Sea was just ahead.
At this point, the surrounding mountains and plains were all covered in a layer of black ice. The surroundings became incomparably cold. This kind of cold was so cold that it could pierce one's heart.
"This damnable place is simply much colder than the Icy Hell," Long Xing grumbled nonstop.
"We're here."
Long Chen raised his head. In front of him was an incomparably smooth black ice field. Behind the ice field, there were waves of seawater. Long Chen and Mo Xiaolang took a few steps forward. It was an incomparably vast and boundless pure black ocean. It was as black as ink. There were countless weapons and countless waves were surging.
Boom boom boom.
The seawater surged to the sky.
In the seawater, there were countless black ice shards and ice cubes. A wave of cold air rushed towards Long Chen and the others. Even with the terrifying physical bodies of Long Chen and Long Xing, they could still feel the cold.
To Mo Xiaolang, this was simply heaven. After all, it was as if he had received the inheritance of the Nine Underworld Demonic Ancestral Flame. He had already become the controller of the Nine Underworld Demonic Ancestral Flame.
"That's right. The Nine Underworld Demonic Ancestral Flame is in the deepest part of the Northernmost Sea. I can already feel its existence. It is calling me," said Mo Xiaolang excitedly.
"Don't be too anxious. The Northernmost Sea is so big.
Let's take it slow, "said Long Chen in a low voice. Although he had not seen Emperor Chujiang along the way, Long Chen was still very careful. That mysterious Ghost King would always appear when Long Chen was not paying attention. If it wasn't for his good luck, he would have made a huge mistake.
"I understand."
Mo Xiaolang nodded. The three of them quietly approached the huge Northernmost Sea. Very quickly, they stood by the seaside. It was a cliff covered in black ice. Below it, black seawater surged up to the sky. The might of nature was vast and mighty. Rumbling sounds could be heard as the seawater soared up to the sky.
Long Chen used his Soul Eye Technique to observe the surroundings. Only then did he discover that the Northernmost Sea was dead silent. There were no living creatures around. It was rare that there were no ghosts around the Northernmost Sea.
"Let's go down."
After confirming, the three of them decided to go down together. Just when everyone was ready, Long Chen suddenly became vigilant and said, "Someone is coming."
In the sea in front of the three of them, someone broke through the huge waves and rushed towards them. The huge waves rushed to a hundred meters in front of Long Chen and the others. The waves crashed down and a group of five people appeared in front of Long Chen and Mo Xiaolang.
The moment Long Chen saw them, he knew it was them.
Seeing that it was these people, Mo Xiaolang's ferocious eyes gradually revealed the ferocity of the wolf race. He stared coldly at the five people in front of him.
Long Xing didn't care. He took a few steps back, as if he didn't want to fight.
The five people were led by two people. One of them was wearing a long yellow robe. His looks were ordinary, but his aura was similar to Mo Xiaolang's, like a whirlpool. But if one looked closely at his eyes, they could feel the boundless aura from him. He was definitely a terrifying giant beast.
The other person was a burly man. His skin was almost purple, and his facial features were similar to an ape. His muscles were bulging, and a strong visual impact burst out. The aura of a wild beast was very obvious.
The remaining three people were the Evil Spirit Flood Dragon, the Snow Stinger, and the Scarlet Firmament Fire Ant.
That's right. Long Chen hadn't expected to meet the team from the Desolate Emperor Palace on the Dark North Sea. Or perhaps they had been waiting here for a long time.
The young man from the Kunpeng race, who had been competing with Mo Xiaolang for a long time, was called Zong Yue. The Great Ape King of the Purple Gold Demonic Ape race was called Meng Yi. They were both top figures in the Demon Race. Among the billions of races in the Demon Race, they were quite astonishing. They were the most talented races, especially the Kunpeng race. Their population was extremely small, but as long as they reached adulthood, they would be the top experts of the Demon Race.
Among the Demon Race, the most important factor that determined a person's future and combat strength was the race's bloodline. It was impossible for low-level races to produce experts, and high-level races, such as the Kunpeng race, couldn't possibly have weaklings. The Purple Gold Demonic Ape race was originally very strong, and the Great Ape King that was born every thousand years, or even several thousand years, had a similar status to the Kunpeng race.
In addition, the Evil Spirit Flood Dragon was also one of the more famous flood dragon race. The Demon Race was divided into three categories: the Beast Race, the Insect Race, and the Tree Race. The Desolate Emperor Palace's team didn't have a member of the Tree Race, but they had two members of the Insect Race, the Scarlet Firmament Fire Ant and the Snow Stinger. They were also very famous among the Insect Race.
When the two sides met, it was like the meeting of enemies.
"Mo Xiaolang, I've been waiting for you here for a long time."
The Kunpeng youth Zong Yue's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a powerful impact. As he spoke, the seawater below trembled, and the black ice beneath Long Chen's feet began to shatter.
Long Chen understood that the Kunpeng was a giant beast, even larger than the Purple Gold Ape King. It wasn't strange at all for it to have such ability. The Demon Race wasn't a savage beast without intelligence. At the same level, the Demon Race was much stronger than the savage beasts.
Looking at the seawater below, Zong Yue continued, "There should be the Nine Nether Devil Ancestral Flame here. I know that your goal here is the Nine Nether Devil Ancestral Flame, so we didn't go anywhere but waited for you here. As expected, you've come."
Mo Xiaolang sneered, "What kind of hatred do you have for me? Did I steal your things? Or did I kill your people?"
Zong Yue shook his head and chuckled. His expression was a little strange as he said, "Neither. You and I have no enmity, but I just don't like you. You're just an outsider. You don't belong to our Demon Race, but you've taken up a large amount of resources that our Demon Race's younger generation has nurtured."
The Purple Gold Ape King, Meng Yi, said, "There are over a hundred types of immortal essences, and among them, there are no lack of two dao patterns. There are even three dao patterns that are incomparably precious. Those originally belonged to us, and we split them evenly. But now, you have them for yourself. Naturally, we don't feel comfortable in our hearts."
Mo Xiaolang shifted his gaze to Meng Yi and said angrily, "Meng Yi, I used to think that you were righteous and sensible. Why are you so narrow-minded? This is something that the Desolate Emperor has decided. How can I change it?"
At this time, Zong Yue of the Kunpeng Race laughed, "Mo Xiaolang, you're really naive. Don't you understand our true goal? We're guarding this place, not participating in the competition for the golden tokens, just to fight you. We want to prove to them that their biased nurturing of you is wrong. You, Mo Xiaolang, have consumed over a hundred types of immortal essences, you can cultivate the Hundred Race Battle Manual, and you can even enter the Nine-Colored Thunder Formation to temper yourself for half a year. But even if you use up a large amount of resources, we're still stronger than you. I want them to know that their way of doing things is wrong. They shouldn't have bet the future of the Demon Race on a bottomless pit like you."
Meng Yi also said, "Yes, you're a bottomless pit. And among the Demon Race, there are many people that need to be nurtured. You're not the only one."
Mo Xiaolang felt helpless. He stood there blankly for a while before he understood. "I understand now. In the end, you're just jealous. Jealousy is the devil. Since you've made your choice, I'll make you understand."
The moment he said this, the flames of war between the two sides were ignited.
They had just fought with the True Martial Emperor Palace's team, but they didn't expect to meet the most terrifying enemy in the next battle. The publicly acknowledged number one team, the Desolate Emperor Palace. If Long Chen's group could defeat them, they would truly be number one.
"The two of you aren't from the Demon Race. It's best that you don't poke your nose into other people's business." The Malevolent Flood Dragon glared at Long Chen and Long Xing.
Long Xing smiled, "You guys fight, I'm just a spectator. Don't take me seriously."
Long Chen couldn't even use the word 'shameless' to describe this fellow.
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I'll continue to work hard today. I still owe everyone 17 chapters. I'll try to pay them back on National Day. I don't like owing people.