In the darkness, there will always be a bright beacon, slowly illuminating the road in front of you. The light spreads like a stream, surrounding Yu Zun's body.
call......
Taking a deep breath, he saw a pale mist. He looked up at the sky. He didn't know what was hidden in that long silent space.
Deep in the sky, there is sleepless snow, and under the gloomy sky, there is a dark land. This lonely city, standing in the wilderness, has a special name - the City of Ice and Snow!
The rustling snowflakes, swept away by the long wind, dance quietly between the earth and the sky.
He rubbed his eyes. At that time, he probably thought of his old friend again. He lowered his head and picked up a piece of snowflake. He stretched out and watched the lonely snowflake fall gently from his fingers.
Life seemed to slowly return to the earth at that moment. The confused eyes seemed to be covered by a piece of wind and frost, until a drop of hot tears fell from the edge of the corner of the eye.
Qier...I miss you so much...
It's windy and snowy, my...my snow...she is better than lonely snow. How wonderful it would be if she could live forever, just like this lonely snowflake floating in the sky!
The world, in an instant, changed its trajectory. There was a heavy wind and snow, and the melancholy in my eyes was like the piece of wind and snow that drifted day and night.
The last stone tablet appeared, and the last world finally came to an end in front of his eyes.
It is better to say that they are scholars than Confucian scholars. The group of handsome scholars stand in the depths of the sky. The ink pens in their hands are waving lightly under the sky in a graceful and wanton way, and what is dipped in the pens is the The moonlight cast by the bright moon.
Silver ink marks covered the high sky, the sky and the underworld. Four ancient books were fluttering wantonly with the strong wind. The papers were blown by the strong wind and made a hunting sound.
This moment is an extremely magical moment. The Confucian scholars used the tip of their pen to write down the exquisite and vivid words in the "Book of the Purana".
And as the withered yellow paper slowly turned over, the four ancient books bloomed with a different brilliance. The light and the light merged together, painting the silent night sky with a different brilliance.
Under the blue sky, four ancient books were gently rolled in the wind, while thousands of Confucian scholars were waving their pens in their hands, writing the next chapter after another in the cold sky. A strange and spiritual chapter!
The dark earth hid endless dangers. It seemed that the life-destroying roars were heard in the darkness, and the sounds became more and more rampant. At this time, the demons were still suppressing their bloodthirsty nature.
However, the stubborn young man stood in the middle of the world with a fearless face, and everything seemed to be under his control.
He slowly adapted to this new body, and he could feel the terror and greatness of this body.
In my heart, the rolling sea, the vast waves, rolled up and fell, the rampant wind blew across the cold cheeks, but the smile in the eyes was so crazy and wanton!
"You can't disappoint me, or I will kill you!"
Looking blankly at the sky, in the small world, an old voice echoed quietly in his ears, "Thank you, senior, for your gift, and thank you for your trust, senior! I will return home with great honors!"
Returning to the outer realm again, he did not hesitate anymore. He used a knife, and his body fell into the endless darkness like a star.
At this moment, what confused him was that in those four ancient books, he gradually felt a different atmosphere. ..
His heart stagnated, and he murmured to himself: "Could it be that there is another connotation in the ancient books?"
The ancient classics bloomed with a faint light, like a candle lighting up the thatched hut in the dark night.
But even though the firelight is weak, it still illuminates the confusion in a person's heart.
At this time, he thought: "This faint light seems to be the aura of a person!"
At this time, he thought of the little man in the vast sea, and at that time, he called the aura on the little man's body the charm.
And from that moment on, a word appeared in his heart - divine realm!
At this moment, the feeling in his heart was exactly the same, and the aura coming out of the Book of the Purana was also this mysterious.
When he once again held the scimitar in his hand and slashed forward, four ancient books surrounded him. At this time, what shocked him was that there was actually a person standing around each of the four ancient books. next to it.
With a look of astonishment on his face, he stared blankly at the Purana and murmured to himself, "Could it be that these four people are immortals?"
His bold speculation made him startled in his heart.
However, the misty auras surrounding the four people made him believe that after all, everything in the old days was beyond his ability to guess.
Or are they the demon slayers from ancient times? If explained in this way, it would make him feel more at ease.
With the power of one sword, it can suppress the nine states, silence the sea, and cut off the ends of the world! For a moment, the light of swords and shadows were like stars descending to earth, like the setting moon returning to the west.
The cold light fragmented, the lonely shadows overlapped, the ink-like earth, and the darkness extended infinitely, but in the end, a fragmented cold light painted a brand new future...
The light of the sword splashed, and under the vast force of the sword, a strong wind swept up the dark earth. The pale floating grass bowed its head willingly, and the dark forest worshiped with sincerity!
In the world at this time, there are no more surly ghosts crying, nor are there any cruel roars.
In the silent world, only the gentle sound of wind echoes in my ears over and over...
At a certain moment, this surly world seemed to freeze. At that moment, the light was deeply engraved in everyone's heart. There was light in the heart, but there was eternal darkness in front of them.
The rigid vitality, at that moment, became wilted, and they would no longer sway from side to side, like an oak tree in spring. They were very peaceful, like the silence of death.
The darkness extends infinitely in their lives, like a piece of dry and cracked frozen soil, where the breath of life no longer exists!
At this moment, everyone fell silent, just because of the power of this sword! When the darkness suddenly collapsed in front of my eyes, the light broke through the darkness.
Suddenly, the world became brighter, brighter than ever before, and it seemed to light up the next dawn.
The Demon Lord could not hide the horror in his eyes, the knife was deeply embedded in his body.
Even he didn't expect it! The young man in front of him was so cruel and ruthless that he didn't even leave any room for his own body!
Blood is splashing and life is passing, but at this moment, it is still far from enough!
Four ancient books were floating quietly beside Yu Zun's body, and the four demon slayers who could be called immortals were also flying quietly beside Yu Zun's body along with the ancient books.
The demon slayers are more like four streams of light. They are extremely light and seem not to be bothered by the gravity that this world should have.
When their seemingly messy movements gradually turned into a fixed trajectory, at this moment, the little man at the bottom of the vast sea actually broke out of his body.
At that time, Yu Zun looked shocked and murmured to himself: "Could it be that these four demon slayers are really ancient immortals from ancient times, as I expected?"
He slowly discovered that there was a secret hidden in the ancient immortal's movement skills, and the little people floating out of the vast sea were also integrated into this seemingly chaotic dance, but there was a hidden meaning.
At this time, Yu Zun had a look of shock on his face, because he felt that the ancient breath flowing from the "Book of the Purana" was gradually integrating into his small world.
It turns out that the Book of the Purana is not just a simple practice rule, it actually has a secret, and this secret is the energy of the old world.
Yu Zun could feel the vastness and heaviness of that energy. They slowly merged into his body. His breathing, which was heavy at the beginning, slowly became softer.
Si Xu, he felt that his body had infinite energy, and his pupils seemed to be able to bloom with a sharp light!
The Demon Lord at that time gradually became calmer from the initial fear.
The bloody pupils, a rare piece of clear and bright light, bloomed from the inside out.
Yu Zun had a calm look on his face, but he suddenly laughed and said, "Demon Lord, you will die here tonight!"
When the dark energy, like a vast sea, rushed toward him crazily, there were millions of soldiers behind the Demon Lord!
Black holes formed in his palms, while his pupils released stars, and his body turned into a nebula.
At this moment, the Demon Lord is more like an ancient universe, and his followers, like him, are transformed into pieces of vicissitudes and ancient universes in the blink of an eye.
The creatures sleeping in the darkness all woke up. They opened their tired eyes, and infinite murderous intent emerged from their hearts. In their hearts, there are only two concepts, "blood and battle!"
The boundless universe was actually transformed by one person, and the overlapping spaces were also transformed by the characters who followed the Demon Lord.
How should we fight this battle?
In the darkness, when the ancient book opened a heaviest chapter, the cry of ghosts echoed in Yu Zun's ears again in this ancient and vicissitudes of the universe.
Perhaps, he already understood, he once again clenched the black iron scimitar in his hand, its power was like the sea, like the moon, and like the ancient earth.
When all of this was lost to the blade, this withered universe was torn out of space by the bright blade.
At that moment, the stars fell one after another, and in the darkness, he saw those blood pupils again, a pair of magical blood pupils.
However, at this time, Yu Zun was no longer afraid of these blood pupils. He swung the full moon scimitar and slashed it in the air. After a moment, he gently touched the tip of his nose, with a bright smile on his face. .
"Demon Lord! You are nothing more than that!" The heroic demeanor and arrogant character that a young man should have are now fully reflected in Yu Zun.
However, this moment was also the moment he least wanted to see, because he saw his brothers—Nu Li and Shuofeng!
The hand holding the knife was trembling slightly. He didn't know what to do. When he slashed Su Ji with the knife before, he felt ashamed. What's more, it was a kind of pain. The kind of pain was so sad that he died!
What if this knife was struck on the bodies of Nuo Li and Shuo Feng? The cold wind blew across his face, and with a gentle smile on his stern face, he said, "Brother! Just come! Maybe it will give us a tomorrow in exchange?"
But a moment later, a cold and stiff expression appeared on the serious face again, "Kill... kill... kill..."
Withered words are like a thin piece of paper, soaked with blood.
What is burning at the end of the soul? When those words burst out from your mouth, whose loneliness and loneliness were chewed up?
Hi! Life is still indulgent!
The old words will eventually fall into pieces! It will sleep forever in the wind, and will also fly gently with the long wind.
Will it be crushed by the wind? Or will it be slowly soaked by the absurd years?
But the ending is always that the story that should have turned into a withered pale...
After death, who cares about those stories?
Kill me...kill me...
That familiar voice echoed in his ears over and over again.
When he clenched the knife in his hand again, his heart had become numb.
My brothers...will I never see you again? Will I still...
Brutal killing, with the knife in his hand, surges in the crazy cosmic storm!
He finally made a decision, a cruel but necessary decision!
When the long knife in his hand cut through Niu Li's neck, blood flew in the wind. He sadly thought that Niu Li might be dead...
However, at this moment, the four demon slayers beside him slowly merged into Wu Li's body. At that moment, the world was enveloped by a thick aura.
Not long after, one
A wilting black mist floated out of Xian Li's body.
It was also at this moment that the age-old and ancient voice came from beside him again, saying: "Why don't you take advantage of this opportunity to slay the devil?"
His heart trembled. At that moment, he gradually understood the meaning of the old man's words. It turned out that the black mist was the demon spirit!
Then he shouted loudly: "Heaven-Splitting Style!"
Vast energy surged over the sky and covered the earth. At that moment, the whole world was trembling, not only because of the appearance of the Demon Lord, but also because with the appearance of the Demon Lord, those ancient demon slayers also appeared again.
In ancient times, the legendary ancient immortals might also be these demon slayers!
The knife in his hand burst out with a bright light, he punched it out, and another knife followed suit!
Keng!
Clang!
A bright thunderbolt flashed across the darkness. At that moment, the ancient universe was trembling quietly.
What a thrilling scene! At this time, what horrified him was that his group of brothers, those demonic brothers, appeared next to him again!
But what is their connection with the trolls? He closed his eyes and quietly comprehended everything at this moment.
At that time, he was sitting cross-legged on a deserted island. On the deserted island, lonely snowflakes were falling, and the pale snowflakes were engraved with ancient words of vicissitudes of life.
At this time, snowflakes fell on his shoulders. Although the wind was still blowing, the snowflakes on his shoulders stubbornly fell on it and refused to be blown away by the wind.
He suddenly opened his eyes, and at this moment he realized a secret, and murmured to himself: "It turns out that the real answer is this!"
A strange smile gradually appeared on his face, and he murmured, "I should have thought of that!"
At this moment, he became confident and calm again! Because he already has the answer deep in his heart!
What if there is a virtual demon realm and a real demon realm in this world?
Then, this can explain that the ancient troll is the virtual demon, and his brothers are the real demons!
The virtual demon is a demon without a master, but the real demon is a person favored by God!
But the world in front of us is a virtual realm, and the demons from the past seem to be even further away from the virtual realm.
This is no longer a story that can be explained clearly in history books, and this story will eventually be tampered with by those with other agendas.
In other words, the existence of virtual demons is to tamper with history, but looking at the current situation, can they really reverse history?
No one dares to guess the answer. This strange world has already exceeded my expectations. Existence and non-existence, truth and virtuality, are all in between. And which point will the pointer of history eventually turn to?
At this moment, he began to boldly speculate again. Could it be that the "Book of the Purana" is a strange book that tampered with history? In other words, are they ancient books that suppress history?
The wind messed up his long hair and the heavy thoughts in his heart. He sighed softly. What surprised him was that his brother, Su Li, was not dead!
At this moment, the knife in his hand fell into the black mist. The mist was like boiling water, and a piece of white mist bubbled up.
What horrified him was that when the black mist slowly turned into white mist, he also saw blurry images in the mist. That was the old world, and those blurry images were exactly The image of those demon slayers.
At that moment, he was startled in his heart. Later, he became guilty. He thought sadly, could it be that all the demon slayers in the old days were devoured by demons and then transformed into fierce demons?
How cruel is the so-called virtual demon realm?
His brother, Nuo Li, had already woken up, and at this moment, just as he expected, a dazzling divine light bloomed from Nuo Li's body.
It turns out that Ni Li was also a demon slayer of that era...
When the ancient books left Yu Zun, Yu Zun didn't feel anything out of the ordinary at that time. The "Book of Puranas" surrounded Ni Li, flying quietly, and Ni Li quietly
He closed his eyes, and at that moment, his breathing became softer, and he seemed to slowly begin to recover.
At this time, Yu Zun had a look of astonishment on his face, because he thought of the Demon Lord, but after a moment, he no longer focused on the Demon Lord.
At that time, he seemed to have the perfect answer in his heart. Perhaps the Demon Lord was the instigator back then!
Could it be that the Demon Lord is really the ancestor of the Demon? He dare not judge! But he can say with certainty that the Demon Lord was definitely the leader who led the war between immortals and demons in ancient times!
The ethereal wind sounded softly in his ears. Yu Zun clenched the long sword in his hand. Ni Liye had woken up. So, his next target is...
But, immediately afterwards, he was startled. At that time, his heart became a mess, because he saw his master, Cang Yue. At this time, the demon master actually grafted part of his spiritual consciousness into Cang Yue. on the body.
He gripped the handle of the knife tightly and shouted angrily: "If you really want to die, I will help you!"
His bright red eyes were entangled with bloodshot threads. He jumped up, holding the full moon scimitar, and slashed down with all his strength!
Most of the Demon Lord's spiritual consciousness still exists in Yu Zun, but at this moment, the Demon Lord's choice seems to be intentional. He wants to anger Yu Zun!
On the other hand, Yu Zun didn't know the devil's little thoughts, but the fire in his heart had already been burning, and no one could stop it.
Let the enemy surround me with thousands of troops and horses, but I stand on my horse with my sword across the sword and remain unmoved.
With one slash, all the mountains and rivers were gone! How can I be stopped by a sword and thousands of troops and horses? With one strike of the knife, the world is turned upside down, and there is no difference between the world and hell...
On the cruel smile, a pair of star-like pupils were full of ridicule.
After a burst of strong light, the world suddenly became quiet. At this moment, he saw Wenshan again, saw Yu, and saw Huangfu Wentian!
In Yu's arms, he held a pretty woman, and at this moment, the woman's body had become bitingly cold.
Yu Zun was startled in his heart and looked at the woman blankly, "I don't believe it... I don't believe it... she won't... she won't die... He won’t die!”
