It was the girl in front of them who ruined their hundreds of years of plans, and she must die to atone for her sins.
Suddenly, the demonic energy around him soared into the sky and refused to subside no matter how hard the heavy rain washed it away.
Luo An stood in the rain and fog, and his voice without any emotion sounded, "Kill her and use her soul to complete the final sacrifice!"
Hearing this, the crazy demon youths seemed to have caught the last ray of light in the darkness, and their eyes twitched with red light.
Even if Luo An's words were an illusory possibility, they were willing to lay down their heads and lives.
because--
The Dream Clan must have a Demon Lord!
Fu Zhu set up a barrier, turned around and said to the unconscious people: "Don't worry, you won't die."
The girl's voice is clear and full of power, making people unconvincing.
"Sister, I believe you."
A childish voice came from behind, Fu Zhu smiled softly, and without any further pause, he flew out and drew his sword.
The sword light, as frosty as the moon, illuminated the dark night in an instant, stabbing Luo An from the rain curtain.
Although these demons are crazy, the idea of sacrifice to the Demon Lord comes from the lean old man in front of them. He is the source of the crazy dream.
Keng!
The giant sword came down horizontally, and the majestic force was deafening.
Yuan Jia didn't know when he had broken free of the rope. At the critical moment, he drew his sword to stop the talisman.
Luo An watched this scene, crying and laughing at times, as if he had truly collapsed after being stimulated.
Fu Zhu had no time to pay attention to Luo An's abnormality, because this Yuanjia Demon Lord gave her the same weird feeling.
Every move he makes is a very standard sword style, with great lethality, but there is no sword intention.
Fu Zhu thrust out a sword tentatively, and almost at the same time, Yuan Jia held out the giant sword mercilessly. The sound of the sword echoed loudly in the sky, amidst the sound of rain.
Yuan Jia's eyes were slightly confused.
He clearly felt that something was missing from his sword.
"Be careful, Demon Lord Yuanjia!" Luo An warned loudly, but his voice was not as fast as Fuzhu's sword. In just half a breath, the Dulu Sword pierced Yuanjia's chest.
When Yuan Jia lost consciousness, he saw the red lantern, swaying towards him.
Someone picked up his sword.
Luo An shouted: "Since you killed Ye Yuanjia, you stayed to take his place."
The Dream Clan is the best at weaving dreams and rewriting memories. The girl will willingly stay and become the substitute of Demon Lord Yuanjia.
Fu Zhu didn't even look at Luo An. He handed out a sword casually, forcing him to retreat dozens of miles with the giant sword in his hand.
"careful."
Luo An made a comeback with his sword, and with a "whoosh" sound, a stream of air passed by Fu Zhu's ear and penetrated the red lantern. Something floated out and penetrated into Fu Zhu's mind.
She saw Yuan Jia collapsed on the ground, his mouth opened, and he said two words to her.
careful.
He was facing her, and his words "be careful" could be said to be a reminder to Luo An, but when Fu Zhu saw the shape of his mouth, she intuitively knew that he was telling her.
After the death of the demons, there is no corpse, and they will turn into demonic energy and float around the world.
But Yuanga's body didn't dissipate... He was not a demon!
But how could the demons regard humans as demon lords?
Fu Zhu was dizzy for a moment, but with a moment of clarity, he used his sword to kill Luo An. He propped his sword on the ground and set up a sword array, and memories came flooding back.
"She killed Demon Lord Yuanjia and Chief Luo An, we should avenge them!" Some demons shouted angrily.
However, as soon as he got close to the girl, he was injured by the sharp sword energy and almost had his head cut off.
All the demons gathered in front of the sword formation, helpless.
Fu Zhu could hear the sounds from the outside world and be aware of their actions, but knowing that they couldn't get close to the sword formation he had set up, he continued to receive Ye Yuanga's memories.
It turns out that Ye Yuanjia is really not a demon.
He was also a swordsman.
He was tricked into this place by a young demon child, lost himself in the dream, and finally became the Yuanjia Demon Lord they call him.
No wonder Luo An's attitude towards him was so strange. He was afraid that Ye Yuanjia would remember everything about being a Sword Immortal, so he kept hypnotizing Ye Yuanjia. He was the demon king of the Jingmeng clan, and he had to take responsibility for the honor and disgrace of the Jingmeng clan.
The Demon Lord, who had been shaping them for hundreds of years, was willing to draw a sword for the Meng clan, but was ruined at the last step, and Luo An completely collapsed.
After Fu Zhu received Ye Yuanga's memory, he drew his sword and stood up. The demons around him couldn't help but retreat.
They realized that all of them combined were no match for the girl in front of them, and it would be easy for her to kill them all.
Fu Zhu didn't look at these demons, walked to the altar, stretched out his hand to the little girl who was curled up in a ball, "We can leave here."
The little girl grinned, showing two small tiger teeth. She put her hand on Fu Zhu's hand and said "hmm" heavily.
"Thank you sister."
The remaining people thanked Fu Zhu one after another, "Thank you girl for saving me."
Fu Zhu held the little girl's hand and said in a low voice: "This is close to Blackwater City. Don't stay in the devil world."
Even though the demon king ordered to treat ordinary human beings kindly, the demon world is still the demon world, not the territory of their human race.
No one among the demons dared to stop the talisman bead.
Even if we stop these human races, what's the use? Demon Lord Yuanga is dead.
"Wait!" A demon shouted to Fu Zhu. He was a young man. His appearance was not handsome, but he was already very eye-catching among the ugly demons.
He walked up to Fu Zhu and said indignantly: "You can't take away the body of our Demon Lord Yuanjia!"
Fu Zhu smiled, with mockery in his smile, "Is he your Yuan Jia Demon Lord?"
This question made the young man's face suddenly turn pale.
Yes, he has never been the Demon King of the Dream Clan.
It was they who used shady means to force the magnificent swordsman to become a demon and become the sharp sword of the Meng clan.
"Let her take away the body of Demon Lord Yuanjia." An old woman closed her eyes and said with a cane.
Demon Lord Yuanjia could not leave this place during his lifetime. He should not be trapped here after his death. The girl will place his body. They are the same kind of people.
On the way back, Fu Zhu found a place with good feng shui to bury Ye Yuanjia.
Although the feng shui of the Demon Realm is not good, here, you can overlook Blackwater City.
"Sister, is he really also a swordsman?" the little girl squatted next to him and asked.
She should be resentful towards the person in the grave. She almost became his sacrifice, but after hearing her sister tell his story, she felt that this man was so pitiful.
He could obviously become Fang Waitian, a swordsman praised by everyone, and his tomb should be visited by countless people after his death, but now, he can only be hastily buried here.
No one will know who is buried under this small mound.
"Yes, he is a swordsman."
Fu Zhu handed the little girl to the person opposite and watched them enter Blackwater City before turning and leaving.
She has come back such a long way, and there can be no further delay.
The little girl looked back and saw that her sister was no longer on the hillside, and only a solitary grave stood.
She thought, if her sister is so powerful, she must be able to get what she wants.
I can't stand it any longer. I woke up and read more.
