Chapter 664: Extraterrestrial Demons

Xiao Yu grew even more puzzled. "After death, entering the Netherworld—could that be better than becoming a Heavenly God in the Heavenly Court?"

Fengfeng Dao said: "Are you afraid of death? In ancient times, we feared no death—we longed for life in the Netherworld after dying."

While alive, we were kings and marquises of the mortal realm, wielding dominion over all under heaven, with countless servants at our command, enjoying pleasures even the Immortals envied.

When we died, we were buried in grand tombs, accompanied by endless gold and silver artifacts, countless servants and horses.

"Enough, Xinyi, don't say any more—you just embarrassed us all." I'm going to the hospital now to retrieve yesterday's surveillance footage. If you're busy, go back on your own.

The jade beauty stared, dejected, as Yang Qingshan lunged toward the black demonic core he'd just discarded, her words dying on her lips, her face filled with contempt.

"Yes, so only cultivators can resolve this matter," Feng Xuan muttered gloomily.

"Comrade, don't you want to know where those divine demons went?" an old man asked slyly.

"Virgin blood essence? Damn, another good thing. Yamamoto Kyuro really has high standards for cultivation," Yang shouted in frustration, worried Lu Yao and the others had been poisoned by Yamamoto Kyuro.

"I know," Xiao Yixuan replied, though he felt uneasy inside. Aunt Hui's place was indeed a problem—though she never left the house, nothing in this mansion could escape her notice. He silently pondered how to make her accept this.

"What? The very center of the Sea of Death? Jeff, you're not lying to me, are you?" Hearing Jeff's words, Black Armor's mood instantly cooled; he stared at Jeff with a blank expression.

"If that True Core boy hadn't died, I'd probably be free to leave this place now. I miss seeing my wife and children. And we're the Snake Clan." The fierce giant serpent's eyes now brimmed with tenderness—no one would believe he was the same demon who had toyed with everyone moments before.

At the edge of the Sea of Blood, Qingling and Lingbing halted. It was dangerous to penetrate deeper into the Sea of Blood—if the Blood Demon Patriarch attacked, there would be no place to flee across its vast expanse. This spot lay midway between the Blood Demon Patriarch's Sea of Blood and the Ghost Realm behind it—this was precisely where Qingling intended to stop.

"Go ahead and gloat—why aren't you wearing your police uniform? Too ashamed?" Yang Qingshan sneered.

Hearing this, Wang Meng and Liuxia trembled with rage—what kind of ridiculous rule was this? It was outright extortion.

Meanwhile, Xiao Shan and Xie Tian, chatting merrily in the office, were unaware that two unexpected guests had arrived. Xie Tian lounged on Xiao Shan's sofa, smiling at him.

Lin Yu paused, staring at the elder's retreating back, baffled—how did he know? The hall now held only Qin Mengyan.

Without pause, after shattering the ancient demonic mountains formed from mist, the ten-colored dragons launched by the Feathered Emperor surged upward, from below to above, toward the sky, toward the distant heavens, toward the direction of the mysterious being.

Xie Tian felt a colossal force slam into his chest, like a boulder crushing him—he was flung backward, while thunderous roars echoed in his ears. His blood boiled, the world spun dark and hazy; he crashed to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

After Ma Aodong died, a black diamond-shaped iron plaque fell from his body, inscribed with the characters "Sixty-Nine."

"So this sand table must be the tomb map of the Eastern Emperor's mausoleum. Our rear must be the true burial chamber of Xu Fu. But we haven't seen Xie Tian or Li Huo—they must have already entered the real tomb!" As Qi Shu finished, Xiao Shan's eyes also darkened with gravity.

Abe watched the black car nearing the bridgehead. Ignoring Yu Chen, he flashed behind him, delivered a heavy punch that knocked Yu Chen unconscious, then lifted him, ready to call everyone to retreat.