Chapter 329

The Heaven-Swallowing Niu Mowang lay in the pile of gravel, and after hearing Su Chen's words, he was silent for a moment.

Then he let out a hoarse, wild laugh, the laughter intermittent, mixed with the blood foam surging in his throat, sounding both shrill and crazy.

"You... killed Ninth Master..."

He raised his head abruptly, a pair of blood-red eyeballs staring at Su Chen and Sun Wukong, his voice changing because of excitement.

"By the Demon..." The words reached his lips, and he forcibly swallowed them back, changing his words: "When the Master knows, wait for your Demon Alliance to be flattened!"

His eyes were crazy, knowing that he could not escape death, and he was making a final struggle.

"Old man will wait for you below!"

These words were said with great passion, but his body, which was constantly trembling while being pressed to the ground, betrayed the fear in his heart.

Fierce in appearance but weak in reality, nothing more than this.

Sun Wukong looked down at him, the expression on his face did not change much, only the Golden-Hooped Rod in his hand was slowly raised.

"Noisy."

The Golden-Hooped Rod was raised high, and the rod shadow covered the light above the Heaven-Swallowing Niu Mowang's head.

The Heaven-Swallowing Niu Mowang's pupils widened abruptly; the previous generosity to die was all gone, and he subconsciously shrank his neck.

"Monkey Brother, wait a moment."

Su Chen raised his right hand, blocking Sun Wukong's falling Golden-Hooped Rod.

Sun Wukong was stunned and turned his head to look at him.

"Little Brother?"

"You can't dig anything out of a dead man's mouth." Su Chen stood up, his gaze calmly looking down at the Heaven-Swallowing Niu Mowang on the ground, "He almost let slip a title in his mouth, and then forcibly changed his words. This shows that the identity of that 'Master' behind him is his biggest trump card, and also the only secret he dared not leak."

Su Chen raised his right index finger.

On the fingertip, a wisp of demonic Qi quietly emerged.

That demonic Qi was different from ordinary magic power, containing a pure destructive aura, as if it could disintegrate the order of all things in the world.

Su Chen wanted to use demonic Qi to perform the demonic path divine ability obtained from the Demon Ancestor Luo Hou—Soul Searching and Soul Snatching.

The moment the Heaven-Swallowing Niu Mowang saw that wisp of demonic Qi, his pupils shrank, and he immediately had a bad feeling.

As a demon cultivator at the peak of the Tai Yi Jin Xian realm, his perception of various powers was extremely keen.

That wisp of seemingly weak demonic Qi contained something that made him feel fear from the bottom of his bones.

"You... what are you going to do?!"

The Heaven-Swallowing Niu Mowang began to struggle violently, but Sun Wukong's feet were as stable as a rock, nailing him firmly to the ground.

"No... don't! Kill me! If you have the guts, just kill me directly!"

The Heaven-Swallowing Niu Mowang's voice changed; the previous posture of generosity to die had vanished without a trace.

He twisted his body desperately, like a snake being stepped on its seven inches, crazy but futile.

Su Chen did not pay attention to his wailing.

The index finger fell, pointing at the Heaven-Swallowing Niu Mowang's brow.

That wisp of gray demonic Qi instantly merged into the Heaven-Swallowing Niu Mowang's brow, entering his sea of consciousness.

"Ah—!"

A shrill, extreme scream burst from the Heaven-Swallowing Niu Mowang's throat.

The Heaven-Swallowing Niu Mowang's body began to twitch violently, his eyes turned white, his eyeballs were covered with dense bloodshot eyes, and the screams in his mouth gradually turned into confused, unclear whimpers.

The demonic Qi invaded the soul, stripping the Heaven-Swallowing Niu Mowang's memories bit by bit, presenting them in front of Su Chen.

This process was just a movement of intent for the caster, but for the person being cast upon, every breath was purgatory.

Sun Wukong withdrew his feet and stepped back two steps.

He looked at the Heaven-Swallowing Niu Mowang twitching on the ground, and then looked at Su Chen's face without any waves.

It was the first time he had seen Su Chen use such means, and at this moment, he secretly rejoiced in his heart; fortunately, this was his own little brother.

The Heaven-Swallowing Niu Mowang's screams lasted for about ten breaths, and his complex memories surged into Su Chen's mind like a tide.

A large amount of useless images flashed past—surviving in the wilderness in childhood, apprenticing under some unknown demon cultivator, fleeing and fighting everywhere in North Ju Luzhou, climbing step by step to the peak of the Tai Yi Jin Xian realm.

Su Chen ignored these; he used his divine ability to quickly skip those useless memories, searching for the things he wanted to know.

Time passed, and the memory images of the Heaven-Swallowing Niu Mowang finally reached the part Su Chen wanted to know.

As Su Chen drove the divine ability, the memory images of the Heaven-Swallowing Niu Mowang froze.

In Su Chen's perspective, the Heaven-Swallowing Niu Mowang's memory stayed on a magnificent palace built in the depths of the North Sea seabed.

The palace was cast from some kind of deep-sea mysterious stone, and above the palace gate, three words written in ancient demon script were carved—Demon Master Palace.

The Heaven-Swallowing Niu Mowang in the memory knelt in the main hall, looking up at the figure high above.

That figure, whether the Heaven-Swallowing Niu Mowang didn't see clearly or that person used some kind of means to cover up his appearance, his face could not be seen in the Heaven-Swallowing Niu Mowang's memory.

But that momentum of looking down on the world, as well as that impressive figure, Su Chen knew the identity of this person at a glance; it was the Demon Master Kun Peng, whom he had seen once in the Emperor Dong Huang Secret Realm.

Su Chen continued to dig deep, and more information emerged:

Demon Master Kun Peng established the Demon Master Palace in the North Sea, secretly operating in North Ju Luzhou for who knows how many tens of thousands of years.

He used the Demon Master Palace as a foundation, secretly recruiting dozens of large demon forces in North Ju Luzhou.

The Heaven-Swallowing Niu Mowang and the Covering-Fu Fu Hai Mo Kun Yuan Jiu were both part of the Demon Master Palace.

Yuan Jiu's identity was one of the demon generals under Kun Peng, ranking ninth among many demon generals, and the Mysterious Sea Cauldron in his hand was the treasure of the Covering-Fu Fu Hai Mo Kun race.

Su Chen's brows furrowed slightly, and he continued to flip down.

The next memory made his movements pause for a moment.

In the Heaven-Swallowing Niu Mowang's memory, a familiar figure appeared.

That person had golden wings like knives, and his brows revealed an innate arrogance—it was precisely the Peng Niu Mowang, one of the seven Great Sages of the Demon Clan back then.

The scene in the memory was a discussion in the main hall of the Demon Master Palace.

The Peng Niu Mowang stood below Kun Peng, and at this time, the demon general in charge of intelligence in the Demon Master Palace was reporting.

"... The territory of the Yu Rong Wang and the Gibbon King in North Ju Luzhou happens to be on the road of our expansion to the south. But they have the Demon Alliance behind them, and the subordinate cannot act hard..."

And the Peng Niu Mowang spoke at this time, saying expressionlessly: "Master, in my opinion, we should send people to provoke, best to beat the Yu Rong Wang and the Gibbon King, forcing them to ask Sun Wukong for help. I understand Sun Wukong; his temper is urgent, and he values righteousness. Knowing that the Yu Rong Wang and the Gibbon King are injured, he will definitely come personally. As long as he leaves Flower-Fruit Mountain, we will have a chance..."

The memory became blurry here; the information the Heaven-Swallowing Niu Mowang obtained still came from Yuan Jiu, and Yuan Jiu only told him this part.

But just these were enough.

Su Chen withdrew his index finger, and the demonic Qi dissipated.

The Heaven-Swallowing Niu Mowang on the ground stopped twitching, looking at the sky with empty eyes, a line of drool hanging from the corner of his mouth, his pupils scattered.

He was still alive, but his soul was eroded by demonic Qi, and he was forcibly searched by the soul-searching technique; he was destined not to live.

Su Chen stood up straight slowly. He turned his head and looked at Sun Wukong.

The monkey was holding the Golden-Hooped Rod, waiting for his result.

"Monkey Brother, this trouble is not small."

Sun Wukong raised his brows.

"The one who schemed against you and the Demon Alliance." Su Chen paused. "Is your old acquaintance."

"My acquaintance?" Sun Wukong was a bit puzzled.

"Correct, the Heaven-Swallowing Niu Mowang and that Yuan Jiu both came from the Demon Master Palace of the Demon Master Kun Peng, and the one who led this plan was precisely the Heaven-Mixing Great Sage—the Peng Niu Mowang."