Chapter 244: Demon King Hali

Ospia Mountain, opens once every hundred years.

As the holy mountain of the Demon Realm, Ospia Mountain does not allow the Demon race to enter at will.

At the foot of the holy mountain, a large magic array is set up.

Any creature that wants to break into the holy mountain will turn into a pool of blood in this array.

However, every hundred years, Ospia Mountain opens to the outside world once.

The opening time is three months.

During this period, as long as one holds a pass token to enter the holy mountain, one can go to the holy mountain for a pilgrimage.

The third day of Zhang Xingyu's arrival was exactly the time for the once-in-a-hundred-years holy mountain opening.

This morning, at the foot of the holy mountain.

The Demon clansmen who wanted to enter the mountain for a pilgrimage had already gathered at the foot of the mountain to wait.

When Zhang Xingyu arrived, the sky was already bright.

The pilgrim Demon clansmen waiting there cast surprised gazes at him.

A human, also coming to the Demon Realm's holy mountain for a pilgrimage?

Zhang Xingyu didn't care about the gazes of those Demon clansmen and stood quietly to the side, waiting.

After waiting for about an hour, a loud boom suddenly came from the sky.

Immediately after, the light of the array covering the foot of the mountain flickered, and a small path appeared in front of everyone.

"Go! Pilgrimage!"

A Demon clansman held a token, stepped into the path, and slowly disappeared at the end of the field of vision.

"Go! Pilgrimage!"

The Demon clansmen took out their tokens one after another and stepped onto the path of pilgrimage.

Following the crowd of demons, Zhang Xingyu also stepped into that small path.

On his chest, the light of the token flickered non-stop.

A moment later, his figure also disappeared at the end of the road.

Entering the array, what came into view was a snow-capped mountain.

This mountain, one does not know how high it is.

This mountain, truly exceptionally steep.

Looking up from the foot of the mountain, the slope was at least over eighty degrees.

From the waist of the mountain to the top, it couldn't be seen yet, but it was estimated that it wouldn't be lower than this slope.

Pilgrimage is climbing the mountain.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, thinking back to the past.

The Demon God Prometheus, with his bare body, clutching the snow-covered rocks, climbed up step by step; what a feat this was.

Stealing heavenly fire for the Demon race. This Prometheus was not only a god, but also a hero.

Just as he was imagining, the Demon clansmen in front had already started to climb.

"A bunch of idiots!"

In front of Zhang Xingyu, a fat guy laughed.

"We are all cultivators, we know magic, we can ride the wind, we can drive the clouds, why are we still climbing up so stupidly?"

After this guy finished speaking, he took out a palm-sized magic carpet from his bosom and whispered in his mouth: "Big, big, big!"

The magic carpet was surrounded by demonic energy and grew larger in the wind.

That fat demon cultivator laughed, jumped onto the magic carpet, and slowly flew upward.

Zhang Xingyu was dumbfounded.

This also works?

The crowd of demon cultivators was just about to follow suit when thunder and lightning suddenly flashed in the sky.

Immediately after, a scream came, and the demon cultivator on the magic carpet had already turned into fly ash.

The crowd of demon cultivators then remembered that pilgrimage requires piety.

Pilgrimage requires piety, so just climb the mountain honestly.

Organizing his equipment, Zhang Xingyu stuck to the cold snow wall and climbed up step by step.

This snow wall was slippery and had nowhere to exert force.

Zhang Xingyu took out the Fire Dragon and chiseled small pits on the cliff wall.

With the help of the small pits, climbing became relatively easy.

Beside him, from time to time, Demon clansmen would lose their grip and fall off the cliff, letting out shrill screams.

Mountain climbing is a technical job; those who don't know how shouldn't imitate.

Agile as monkeys and apes, brave and fierce as leopards and dragons.

Unknowingly, Zhang Xingyu had already left the crowd of demon cultivators far behind.

Above was a protruding giant rock, like a blocking tiger blocking the way.

Zhang Xingyu caught his breath, then stuck tightly to the snow wall.

As his hands and feet moved, he had already climbed onto the rock like a gecko.

Above the rock was a wide platform.

In the center of the platform, there was an altar, and on the altar was a shining golden heart.

From far away, Zhang Xingyu heard its "thump, thump, thump, thump" beating sound.

Clearly, this golden heart was actually still alive.

In front of the altar, a Demon clansman was closing his eyes and praying.

Pilgrimage platform, god-sacrificing altar.

The Demon clansmen who came for a pilgrimage usually sacrificed to the gods here.

Zhang Xingyu was a bit surprised that there were actually Demon clansmen who arrived here before him.

Looking at this Demon clansman, golden hair draped over his shoulders, face like white jade, face like powdered, eyes containing smoke, a pair of red lips dripping with beauty.

At first glance, one would think he was a charming and enchanting demon woman.

However, the sharp Adam's apple exposed on his slender and fair neck told Zhang Xingyu that this guy was male.

A human-demon!

No, a demon-demon!

This beautiful man knelt on the ground, eyes closed, expression solemn, praying piously for something in his mouth.

Following his prayer, a low chant seemed to sound in the sky, and immediately after, dots of golden light sprinkled from the void.

In the golden light, a golden man slowly appeared.

This man, wearing a golden crown, golden armor, holding a golden staff, with golden wings on his back, had a graceful face, and his eyes revealed an aura of looking down on all living beings and despising the world.

He glanced at the offerings on the altar, then slowly disappeared with an expressionless face.

What the hell is this?

A god manifesting?

When the golden light dissipated, the kneeling demon man also opened his eyes.

His expression was dejected, and he muttered to himself.

"I went through all kinds of hardships to get this heart of a god as an offering. But the great main god still refuses to forgive. Ancestor, why did you go to steal the holy fire? Because of your stupid behavior, our Prometheus clan has been cursed by the main god. For millions of years, not a single clansman has been able to cultivate to the Heavenly Demon realm... I, Hali Prometheus, possess the most outstanding cultivation talent of the Demon race, promoted to Demon Lord in ten years, Demon General in a hundred years, Demon Marshal in two hundred years, and Demon King in less than a thousand years. But at this Demon King realm, I have stayed for three thousand years... It's all because of this damn curse, no matter how hard I try, it's difficult to break through..."

Listening to this guy's muttering, Zhang Xingyu couldn't help but be startled.

This demon-like guy was actually a Demon bigwig.

Demon King Hali Prometheus, one of the top ten powerhouses in the Demon Realm.

Listening to this guy's meaning, he was also a descendant of the Demon God Prometheus.

Demon King Hali muttered for a long time, and there were actually clear tears flowing on his face.

Zhang Xingyu was a bit puzzled.

The guy in front of him was a Demon King-level big shot, an old monster who had lived for thousands of years.

He could actually cry like a little girl who had been wronged.

Zhang Xingyu stood blankly on the spot.

After standing for a while, he slowly moved his steps to the side.

At this moment, cold sweat was pouring from his forehead.

So unlucky!

Actually seeing a Demon King crying here.

A Demon King! That is an existence standing at the very top of the cultivation world, a guy who cherishes his reputation as much as his feathers.

Zhang Xingyu had no doubt.

As long as that guy stopped crying, he would kill him without hesitation.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Zhang Xingyu was trembling with fear.

Just as he was about to move off this platform, the cold-as-frost voice of Demon King Hali suddenly came from ahead.

"That human kid, if you dare to take another step out, I will cut off your legs."

Zhang Xingyu stopped his steps.

Ahead, Demon King Hali wiped his tears with his hand, returning to his cold and arrogant expression.

"That, Demon King Hali, I..."

"Shut up!"

Zhang Xingyu wanted to explain, but this Demon King Hali didn't want to listen.

"You human kid, what are you doing on my Demon Realm's holy mountain?"

"I..."

"Shut up! Did I let you speak?"

Your mother! Zhang Xingyu cursed in his heart.

You were the one who asked, and you were the one who wouldn't let me answer.

"Hmm? Where did that thing hanging on your neck come from?"

"..."

"Why don't you answer. Hmph, it's actually the token of that girl Dark Moon. Kid, what is your relationship with that girl Dark Moon?"

"..."

"Human kid, are you mute? If you don't answer, I will pull out your tongue and feed it to the dogs."

Your mother? You were the one who wouldn't let me speak, and you were the one who wanted me to answer when I didn't speak.

"This is an amulet given to me by the little girl Nina. It's not the token of that girl Dark Moon you're talking about!" ===== CHAPTER 245 =====