Lingyun and the other two didn't dare to say anything. He immediately thought of something and frowned, "This peak Demon Emperor's cultivation should only be at the early Demon Emperor's age!"

He knew what Ling Yun meant, and his eyes revealed a hint of approval. He smilingly nodded, and then said with a sigh, "That's right, this Demon Emperor is only at the early stage of the Demon Emperor's life. He can't be considered too strong.

However, he was a descendant of one of the four great devil ancestors that had invaded the Heavenly Spirit Continent during the ancient times. His bloodline was extremely powerful.

In addition, he awakened the blood of his ancestors, as well as some memory fragments.

When I suppressed him, I ventured into his mental space and obtained a plot from the demon race. They wanted to use it to awaken the devil ancestor's memories and bring him back into the world. "

"What?" Ling Yun and the other two cried out in alarm and fear, as they could not believe what they had heard.

"You guys don't know how powerful a SemiGod expert is." The old Holy Lord of the WanShou Temple let out a light sigh, his eyes filled with regret and longing, "They have already surpassed the human realm, they belong to the gods.

As long as their descendants awaken their memories and use a few secret techniques to summon them, they will be able to return to the world in a different way. "

When a martial artist reached the Martial Saint realm, they would be able to break away from the realm of mortals and shed their mortal body. They would have a strong bloodline power that they could pass on to their immediate family members, allowing them to have a strong bloodline power.

That bloodline power would contain some of their memory fragments and legacies.

"That devil ancestor shouldn't be limited to just this junior!" Ling Yun asked with an ugly expression, as he had a bad premonition.

"Killing one should be better!" The old Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Beast Temple bitterly smiled. Then, his expression changed as she looked up at the sky. This was the mystic realm.

As for this wasteland, it was created underground in the mystic realm in order to suppress the Demon Emperor. It could be considered a world of mystic realms, where everything flourished and everything was lost.

"I don't have much time left. After the battle earlier, this mystic realm is about to collapse." The old Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Beast Temple had a grave expression on his face as he slowly spoke.

Lingyun had expected this result. The battle just now was not at its peak and both sides had not reached the level of Martial Emperors, but at the peak of Martial Saint, it was already not bad that the secret realm world did not shatter on the spot.

However, it had also sped up its collapse.

"Since you have the time now, let this old man gift you with a bit of good fortune. This will end the matter of you finding the Demon Suppressing Coffin fragment to grind the cause and effect of the Demon Emperor." The old Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Beast Temple laughed.

His eyes looked at Ling Yun and the other two, pausing on Ling Yun and Ling'er's faces for a long time. Then, with a smile that was not a smile, he looked at Ling'er and said: "Interesting, interesting."

Qin Feng was baffled. Ling Yun and Ling'er, on the other hand, knew that the old man had most likely figured out Ling'er's identity.

Ling Yun wanted to listen to what he had said, but the old man did not say anything more. Then, he felt a slight telepathic thought coming from beside him. The old man then slowly nodded and looked at him meaningfully.

"Little girl, this old man didn't pass on his secret technique to you. However, someone from your clan once left a secret technique in my temple. Today, I'll pass it to you!" The old man pointed his finger towards Ling'er and a beam of spiritual will shot out, enveloping the information within.

He then looked at Ling Yun, and after pondering for a moment, he stretched out his hand, and the Ten Thousand Beast Suppressing Demon Coffin appeared in his hand, slowly floating up.