"Listen to me, Master!" The voice of the ten thousand-faced monster appeared again, but this time, it seemed a little different.

At this moment, the Ten Thousand-faced Monster is more like stating his own experience than persuading: "You have carefully sensed your heart. If you come into contact with the power of the devil, your five internal organs will be eroded by the devil. Have you ever sensed why your heart...

Are your internal organs still intact?"

A faint sound energy, mixed with three different breaths, guarded the heart amidst the billowing black energy.

That was the singer's power given by Luo Tianyi, Le Zhengling, and Yan He before the trip.

At this moment, the remote transmission method helped Wei Cheng maintain his inner peace.

"Without their help, the master would have been eroded by magic long ago. Although the real calamity situation is special, it is not so magical."

The ten thousand-faced monster calmly declared the cruel fact: "If you don't become a king for a day, the magic power in your body will not be controlled. It is equivalent to Miss Tianyi and others needing to help their master suppress the magic power forever, and they will no longer be able to take a step forward on the path of singers."

."

Wei Cheng said angrily: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

If the Thousand-faced Monster had warned him in time, he would not have adopted such a plan to absorb the magic power.

Now, if he does not become a king, the magic power in his body will continue to be out of control, which will drag down Tianyi and the others; but if he becomes a king, he will have to pay a huge price with his teacher's life. Neither of these two is the future he wants to foresee.

The only way is to completely eliminate the magic power from the body.

Why is the Ten Thousand Faced Monster saying these words now?

"Master, do you know what the ten thousand faces represent?"

At this moment, this powerful elf smiled and said: "Singers have many faces, and each creator represents one side; people also have many faces, and only those with sufficient aspects and expertise can be qualified to handle matters in different fields.

"

"I was sent by Master Tianyin to assist the holder of the Singer System. Now, the master has grown beyond imagination, and there is no need for the multi-faced monster anymore."

At this moment, the voice of the multifaceted monster began to become fainter.

"Wanmian, stop, what are you doing!"

Through the eyes of the sky, Wei Cheng looked inside himself and saw that the gray mist symbolizing the ten thousand-faced monster was disappearing.

Obviously there is no fixed face, but at this moment, the ten thousand-faced monster is smiling.

"Master, if you want to become a true king, you need to pay the price of being a close relative, a teacher, and a close friend. Although I am not as good as the teacher, I can still be regarded as a close friend."

"My mission ends the moment the master reaches the level of great power. The road ahead must be walked by the master himself. As the holder of the leading singer system, my mission has ended."

"Singers have thousands of faces, and so do people. Master, I will transfer all my remaining power to you... When you reach the level of a god, go see Master Tianyin. At that time, Master will know

The truth about the system.”

A burst of gray fog disappeared during the narration.

"Wanmian, stop, I order you with the authority of the master, stop it immediately!"

Wei Cheng had long been aware of the Ten Thousand Faced Monster's intentions, and tried to eliminate the out-of-control magic power, and also tried to explode the magic power, but at this moment, as the gray mist dissipated, the gray figure disappeared.

At the same time, a gray token in the hand of the Midwinter Demon King went out, which immediately attracted many people's attention.

Marquis Changxing died

But the Marquis of Changxing is obviously still making trouble there, and no news has been received. Why did he just die?

The Midwinter Demon King's face was solemn, and he didn't understand the current situation for a moment.

The blood-red light beam gradually faded away.

The man standing there was wearing a gray cloak, and the cloak was dyed with blood drop by drop, just like the blood seeping from the body.

The man remained silent.

He became a king.

Perhaps the most powerful king in the history of the demon clan.

But...the price is too high!

"Master, use my soul as a medium to condense the embodiment of the king! You are already so powerful that you don't need me anymore. You have to walk the next road by yourself. I...take my leave now..."

The blood-red aura swept across the world.

The wide wings spread out, and the two horns on the head triggered a huge magic storm, completely blowing Xia Yuyao, who had finally arrived at the scene, away.

The cloak was revealed, and the blood-red beam was unveiled, revealing a handsome side face. It was obviously a face that fascinated the girl, but at this moment, his eyes were full of blood.

"You...damn it!"

Incomparably powerful magic swept the world.
Chapter completed!