"He, has he gone in?" Khanmo said in disbelief with his eyes wide open.

"Hmph, I don't know how to live or die. Do you think that if you are strong, you can do whatever you want!" Hercule sneered.

The Demon Lord was silent. It could feel that Han Dong seemed to be full of confidence in himself, believing that the demonic energy that filled the entire hill in front of him could not hurt him.

Thinking of this, the Demon Lord subconsciously walked towards the hill, stood at the foot of the mountain, and looked at the rich black demonic energy in front of him. After pondering for a moment, the Demon Lord stretched out his right hand and penetrated into the demonic energy.

In an instant, the Demon Lord felt a burning pain coming from his palm and subconsciously retracted his hand.

Looking down, the palm of the Demon Lord was covered with burning wounds, and even the fine purple-black scales on the back of his hand had corroded a lot.

The Demon Lord's face suddenly became ugly. As a demon clan, he had a natural affinity for the demon clan. The more intense the demon clan, the better the cultivation effect for the demon clan.

However, the demonic energy that envelopes this hill is different from ordinary demonic energy, mixed with the power of formation, making the demonic energy here extremely corrosive.

Even if the Demon Lord practices the unique body refining technique of the Demon Temple, the Demon Body cannot withstand the erosion of this demonic energy.

"Even I can't step in, why can that human boy withstand the erosion of the demonic energy here?" The Demon Lord's face was gloomy and clear. He originally thought that Han Dong was just a potential human boy. If he could convince him to join the demon clan, there were a hundred ways for the Demon Temple to transform him into the purest demon clan.

The transformed demons will have an exponential increase in their potential, and most of them can break through the Star-Breaking Realm and become real moon-level powerhouses. Now there are only a dozen moon-level powerhouses in the entire Demon Temple, and half of them are transformed by humans.

But now, the Demon Lord has changed his previous thoughts. At this time, Han Dong already has the strength that is not weaker than the Demon Lord. You must know that Han Dong is now just a mid-level spiritual master in the Rainbow Light Realm, but he has the ability to compete with the powerful people in the Shattered Star Realm. Once the opponent grows into a Shattered Star Realm powerhouse, wouldn’t he be invincible at the same level?

If the potential is only higher than that of ordinary people, the Demon Lord is willing to guide such a genius to become a demon clan, but if the potential is ten times higher than that of ordinary people, such a genius will feel jealous even the Demon Lord, and the only thought in his heart is to destroy it!

"Khanmo, how much combat power do you have now?" the Demon Lord suddenly asked.

Hanmo's face changed. After pondering for a moment, he whispered: "It's only half of it. If you use the magic body dissociation technique, you can have a quarter of an hour of battle at your peak, but there is a high chance of falling..."

An undetectable smile appeared on Hercule's face. At this time, Khanmo was no longer qualified to compete with it.

"Khanmo, you will return immediately now, report everything here to Elder Tumeng, and apply to it for a moon-level strongman to enter the devil's cave!" said the Demon Lord coldly.

"Moon-level powerhouse?" Khanmo was stunned. You should know that most of the moon-level powerhouses in the Demon God Temple are elder-level figures, and even the Demon Lord did not have the qualifications to mobilize them.

"Just report to Elder Tumeng like this, everything depends on Elder Tumeng's decision!" The Demon Lord's face suddenly became gloomy, and he stared at Khanmo and said.

Sweat was sweating coldly, and he had already noticed his mistake and dared not say anything anymore. He just lowered his head and kept saying, "Yes, sir."

"Go now!" said the Demon Lord coldly.

Khanmo did not dare to stop and turned around and ran towards the entrance of the demon world.

Hercule's heart was shaking, and she understood that Lord Demon had realized that he might not be Han Dong's opponent, and only a moon-level strongman could guarantee that he would completely crush Han Dong.

"Is this human teenager so powerful? He actually has to send out a moon-level strong man to kill him?" Hercules couldn't help looking at the small mountain covered with thick black fog. He originally thought Han Dong would die, but now it seems that perhaps all of them underestimated the strength of this human teenager.

At this time, Han Dong was climbing upwards along a small path, and the demonic energy around him seemed to have self-consciousness, constantly eroding his body.

It was like a small insect that was thinner than hair, constantly trying to drill into his body from his pores, but Han Dong's body was like a complete piece of glass white jade, resisting the erosion of all the demonic energy.

Although the Moonlight Bodhisattva's glazed body has not been greatly improved, the Bodhisattva's mount statue that has lit up two-thirds of the stars, and the merit Buddha light that can reduce damage by 35%, Han Dong has been able to completely resist the erosion of the demonic energy mixed with the power of the formation.

"This formation is actually a natural formation, not a formation master, but a construction of the great power of heaven and earth!" Han Dong thought to himself while exploring the formation that covered the entire mountain.

With Han Dong's current formation knowledge, it is difficult to break this natural defensive formation, but it is still possible to avoid some traps based on the flow of the formation power. The rest can only be resisted by relying on the glass body and the Buddha's light of merit.

Soon, Han Dong climbed to the top of the mountain and stood next to the Demon Tree. The Demon Tree, which was only more than one meter high, was able to easily touch the top of the tree.

The seven yang fruits are not yet fully ripe, and the whole fruit emits a faint golden light, like gold cast, leaving only the fruit stems, and a circle of light blue.

When the circle of blue turns golden, the fruit will be fully mature. At that time, the defensive formation will naturally disappear, and the black demonic energy that covers the entire mountain will also dissipate. At that time, it is the time when all the monsters compete for the Suoyang Fruit.

Han Dong stared at the seven supreme yang fruits that emitted colorful light. At this time, he could vaguely see that there was a broken spiritual talisman in each supreme yang fruit, which was faintly visible. If the supreme yang fruit was picked at this time, it would be obvious that a fruit with a complete spiritual talisman could not be obtained. No need to think about it, compared with the supreme yang fruit, such a fruit may be of a world of difference in value.

This is the first time Han Dong has seen a spiritual fruit with a spiritual talisman. If the effectiveness of the spiritual fruit has dropped significantly due to early picking, Han Dong may not forgive him.

Standing in front of the Demon Tree, Han Dong waited patiently, waiting for the moment when the Zhiyang Fruit is completely ripe before picking it!

I was bored, Han Dong casually looked at the demon tree in front of him. The fruit tree looked very strange, pitch black all over, with floating patterns like scales on the bark. Seven branches were divided from the main trunk as thick as a bucket, and each branch was filled with a yang fruit. The whole tree looked like an open claw.

"It's interesting. Could this demon tree be the palm of a demon that was cut down and turned into this fruit tree?" Han Dong felt it was interesting, and a smile appeared on his face.

After waiting for more than a moment, the most yang fruit at the top suddenly condensed rapidly, turning into a dark gold fruit, without a trace of blue.

At the same time, a roar came from the entire mountain, and the black mist covering the mountain began to slowly dissipate.

The yang fruit is ripe!

The monsters at the foot of the mountain suddenly started to riot and rushed towards the small mountain peaks. At this time, Han Dong reached out to pick the ripe yang fruit, put it in the storage space of the prayer drum, and looked at the next yang fruit.

"Hey, the other supreme yang fruits are not yet ripe. Aren't these supreme yang fruits ripening at the same time?" Han Dong was stunned, and a look of ugly suddenly appeared on his face.
Chapter completed!