Chapter 1942: The Four Great Magic Treasures Unite!

Luo Fu knew these things would happen, but there was no need to do this.

What secrets lie within Penglai Immortal Island? Perhaps Taishang Laojun might know.

"You may proceed to the main pillar of Penglai Immortal Island—I will naturally assist you in obtaining what you need; the power of the Twelve Ancestral Wus will grow to a certain level!"

It was fate that the Twelve Ancestral Wus met Luo Fu!

The demon race also offended Luo Fu—this is why they have committed countless evils.

In the Primordial World, offending the crystallization of spiritual energy, the demon race will surely suffer.

Yet the demon race soon obtained the Fuxi Qin and the Shanhe Sheji Map.

"This is the Fuxi Qin!"

Di Jun gasped in shock, "If Fuxi gave the Fuxi Qin to us, how could they possibly survive safely in the Nüwa Palace?"

"And the Shanhe Sheji Map."

Dong Huang Taiyi also produced these two magic treasures—these were the magic treasures of Fuxi and Nüwa, truly immensely powerful.

Moreover, with these two magic treasures, the demon race gained wings like a tiger added with wings, especially as Dong Huang Taiyi's own power would now increase further.

Dong Huang Taiyi was already the strongest being in the entire Primordial World.

Aside from Luo Fu, Dong Huang Taiyi's power today still rivals any other—even if the Three Pure Ones were here, they would find it hard to jointly suppress Dong Huang Taiyi.

The Chaos Bell is proof of this!

"The demon race is saved!"

"But Taiyi, think—without the Fuxi Qin and the Shanhe Sheji Map, how can Nüwa attain sainthood?"

"... This"

Indeed, in their moment of joy, they had forgotten this—if they cannot attain sainthood, won't the demon race lose a saint?

Thinking of this, Dong Huang Taiyi's face darkened.

"Since Nüwa and Fuxi sent these items over, it proves they no longer need them—and most importantly, our demon race needs these two magic treasures to survive this crisis!"

With these two magic treasures, going to Penglai Immortal Island will be as easy as turning over one's hand.

"The Chaos Bell, the Shanhe Sheji Map, the Hetu Luoshu, and the Fuxi Qin—all four magic treasures together are enough to level the entire Penglai Immortal Island!"

"You still want to level Penglai Immortal Island?"

Di Jun sighed helplessly, "With Luo Fu here, can we even rely on these four magic treasures to enter Penglai Immortal Island?"

"Try it."

"There's nothing else we can do."

The demon race now has few people left; Ji Meng and Feilian have gone to find Hong Yun, hoping to persuade him to come.

Dong Huang Taiyi believes these two are unlikely to find Hong Yun—after all, Hong Yun will never go to the demon race; they have a grudge against him.

Yet if they wish to bring him over, it shouldn't be difficult.

"Set out!"

"My Jin Wu wings have felt a trace of power—it must be coming from the Hetu Luoshu."

"Then no problem—how many other demon sages do we still have? Bring all of them along."

Dong Huang Taiyi and Di Jun were both eager—now that they had these two magic treasures, going to Penglai Immortal Island would be as easy as turning over one's hand.

"As long as we don't encounter Luo Fu, everything will be fine; if we meet the Twelve Ancestral Wus, kill them immediately!"

"Fine, it's settled!"

"Everyone be careful—don't fall into the Twelve Ancestral Wus' traps."