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Rumor has it that there is a kind of flower in the Demon King's Ridge that blooms once every 500 years, only to be defeated a year after blooming. Flowering One year, spring blooms with green flowers, summer blooms with red flowers, autumn blooms with yellow flowers, winter blooms with white flowers.

When this flower blooms nine times, it will turn into a demon, and when it turns into a demon, it will step into the realm of Greater Demons, which is also the Spirit Controlling Realm.

This flower demon had no male or female. After becoming a demon, it needed to stay within the body of other greater demons. Every five hundred years, it would undergo a cycle of reincarnation, changing a new host.

This flower demon was also considered the nemesis of demons, the flower of death. In the vast history of the demon clan, they had even named this flower "Devouring Demon".

However, no one knew how big the Demon King's Ridge was. Perhaps there was a Demon Devouring Flower in that corner that had undergone nine cycles of reincarnation, after all, its vitality was extremely tenacious, growing as long as it was exposed to the earth, and it was difficult to die due to natural causes.

In the records of the human race, there was once a Demon King from the Demon King Mountain Range who was incomparably powerful.

It was very difficult for a greater demon to escape the clutches of the Demon Swallowing Flower. It was an ominous symbol, a synonym for death and destruction.

As a form of compensation to the demon race, once the Demon Swallowing Flower wilted, all the experts of other races within a hundred meter radius would be affected. They would either feel dejected or be enraged, or go mad with joy.

In the world of the devouring demon flowers, spring represents life, and you will fall into a state of intense guilt over life, unable to extricate yourself until the devouring demon flowers die completely from the world, or until the end of a life is exchanged for a life's release; summer represents irritation, infinite anger burning one's reason, impulse, venting one's anger in endless impulses; autumn represents death, grief seeping into the heart, more and more in the face of life, complaint, sorrow like a knife, nibbling away at one's soul piece by piece; winter represents destruction, merciless destruction, can only lament time, familiar in front of one's eyes; the cruel anger of heaven and earth, and why life, destruction, from head to foot.

What exactly did the Flower Devouring Demon go through in order to die?

There were dead young men everywhere, and the young geniuses who didn't have any experts around them were all dead. The white flag in the middle of the square was especially eye-catching as it was watered down with their blood.

Chang Lou wasn't the only one who was stunned. Many people were. Too many people had died.

The Swallowing Flower Demon only had ten breaths of time, and in the blink of an eye, countless young geniuses with a bright future had died. There were both rich and poor, both growing and growing.

Broken limbs floated in the river of blood, heads rolling back and forth on the ground. One youth after another seemed like flower buds that had yet to bloom.

There were nearly three thousand people at the scene. Most of the rich and cultivators in Iron Rhinoceros City had come to watch the event, and quite a few disciples from other sects and schools had also come to recruit new students, leaving behind a few hundred hot-blooded young geniuses who had come to participate in the tournament or witness the glory of their peers. They came from all over the place, and had a dream of rushing here from hundreds of miles away.

Later on this day, the descendants called it the "Forsaken God Day." The gods created a genius, but the genius was destroyed on this day.

This was one of the main reasons why these executioners didn't directly take action against those experts. Experts were sensitive to danger, and when killing, they would naturally produce murderous intent, and most experts would forewarn of danger, thus breaking their thinking and escaping from that realm.

"Bastard!" All the lucky survivors were infuriated. They brandished their weapons and charged forward, one after another, towards the five demons! Even the heartless and merciless Iron Eagle was in such a state. In the face of such a miserable state, no one would not be in such a state. If it weren't for the fact that he was held onto by Mi Dong, Chang Lou would have already gone down and fought for his life. Kill all enemies! How many people would turn violent because of this? Even more so, it was unknown how many people would once again step foot into the Demon King's Ridge, burying their lives or reaping the harvest.

"Foolish people, it seems like you have yet to figure out the situation!"

A demon sneered. The white flag stuck in the pile of bones revolved and instantly, the corpses turned into dried bones. The blood on the ground was emptied and the ground returned to its dry yellow color.

The white flag rotated a second time and a strange white wave spread out, passing through the bones on the ground and melting them into piles of ashes and new soil.

The white flag swayed in the wind like a wailing ghost or a cry. The unpleasant sound waves continuously struck at everyone's mind. Soon, some of the experts who lacked the strength to condense their primordial spirit fell to the ground.

In a split-second, half of the people on the ground fell. They held their heads as they rolled and twitched on the ground, in extreme pain.

Most of the people who were standing had pale faces. A black Qi was moving between their brows. Although they tried their best to suppress it, their faces were turning increasingly ugly.

Even though Chang Lou's mind was firm and his soul was solid, it was actually a bit difficult to defend against.

"Hurry and get the flag!" With great difficulty, Chang Lou sent a sound transmission to Mei Dong. He did have some skill with this array symbol, so he was able to find out some clues about the white flag.

Mai Dong was very unhappy. This fellow was indeed a monster, but he was not affected in the slightest. He rushed forward as if he did not have a soul in him, arrogantly beheading those demons that fell to the ground. This fellow actually commanded him to do such a small thing like drawing the flag. If not for the fact that he felt that Chang Lou was more cultured than him, he would have long strangled this fellow. How could he speak to the Savior in such a manner?

Mi Dong anxiously rushed over. While the demons were beheading him, he did not have the time to pay attention to him. He grabbed the white flag and was about to pull it out.

As soon as the pair of large hands came into contact with the bone-like flagpole, Ma Dong quivered and a wave of cold resentment rushed into his body. Luckily, there were hairs on his face, otherwise, he would definitely look good.

"Future!" They belonged to the demon race! No one can stop him! "

An extremely alluring and unrestrained female demon walked over and directly kicked Mi Dong's shoulder.

"Put me down! You go deal with her, I'll pull the flag! "

Chang Lou warned him to try his best to pull out the flag, but the white flag was the motionless Mi Dong.

"You? You little body, old bones, you want to pull out the flag? "

Even though Mo Dong said that, he still put down Chang Lou. He believed this guy.

Chang Lou's hands came in contact with the white flag, the smooth, cold flagpole! He had to succeed. He was not allowed to fail.