This voice is extremely vicissitudes of life. With unwillingness and resentment.
I once soared in the sky in a dream, but my soul stopped on the way and had no way to go. This is a sad and strong unwillingness.
In a daze, the world swayed.
It's like being trapped in a dream. Spring is coming across thousands of miles of land. When spring comes, there is another leaf.
There is a sound of autumn rising in the leaves, and the lanterns fall after the third watch. Watching people in the distance in the night.
It was a man standing on the top floor of the palace.
Looking from a distance, it is majestic and majestic. It is also like the most domineering sword in the world, standing tall in the sky and taking the lead.
However, this is a sad sword, showing its loneliness in the violent trembling sound.
This is an unparalleled strong man, and he reveals himself again in the strong wind.
There are dragon chariots and phoenix chariots, and there are clouds of waiters. The followers are like stars surrounding the young and romantic king.
Everyone seemed to see the man's joy in the spring breeze at that time. He walked far away for a day and saw all the blue clouds and the moonlight flowers in the spring breeze.
It's just that in the wind, the water really flows, and the moon, flowers, wind and moon are naturally the wind.
The flowing water becomes a stream, the moon flowers become the sky, and the wind and moon merge into the wind.
That's all dissipating. The demonic clone kept raising its head. The trembling sound of the sword became louder when I saw it, and the cry became louder when I heard it.
The man stretched out his hand, as if to keep these scenes. But the tighter he tightened his grip, the faster those scenes dissipated, turning into fine sand in an instant. Flow from the palm of your hand.
A sigh lingered again.
This is an unmistakable sigh. This is after all a dream of the past.
Dreams cannot be retained, but the pain of heartbreak is always like a broken heart. It's a knife blade cutting into my heart. But the stinging pain could not hide the loss in my heart.
"The wind and snow in the world cannot be kept after all. It cannot be said that it will stop forever. Such a fate cannot be chosen by oneself."
"The dawn is lost..."
"Without this dawn, the world has lost the meaning of existence. The heaviest thing in the world is human kindness and kindness. It is the bond between people."
"Although I am the lord of all demons and don't know human kindness, I know the importance of this kindness."
"It's just this weight, it's just in my heart. It's vulnerable in the face of changes in the sky."
"How much unwillingness to leave behind the soul of last night's dream. How much tears, dryness and coldness in the heart? No match...no match...after all, no match, no match..."
The sound dispersed with the wind and finally dissipated.
This is just a mark of the past, the sadness left by the former master of the palace.
The demonic clone also sighed. This feeling is the feeling of loss. He had tasted it.
This taste fills the body and remains locked in the heart for the rest of one's life.
He seemed to hear the sound of wind, rain, and occasional music. It's just that this is a lonely song, stirring up ripples in a lonely river and containing pain from the heart.
The night is fiery red, and there are no stars in the dome. They are sparse, but they are like a burning curtain.
Some people create a big dream, which is so deep that they don’t want to wake up.
However, this is not a human dream, but a sword's dream.
The man had dissipated, leaving only Ling Tian's sword intention. The ink billows into the sky, cutting off thousands of layers of the sky.
Although the Hua Palace has been buried, the sword energy is still there. It was so powerful that it suppressed the tombs of all the gods and demons one after another.
Dark as night, suddenly like a mirror, the moon rises and shines in the sky, and a curtain of mist and rain blurs into the front and middle.
Thousands of miles of clear light, the sky is clear and clear. In the haze, there are various palaces, carved railings and jade inlays. Amidst the music, beauties, wine, and beautiful scenery.
"Grandpa, it's so beautiful in front. And those sisters are so pretty." Chu Yi's eyes lit up when she saw the fairies dancing.
When I saw those delicious wines and delicacies, I even swallowed my saliva.
This scene is naturally not a real scene, but an illusion. But whether it is dangerous or not is not yet known.
There is no green moss, but it has finally changed. The sword intent was still surging over the palace, and it was so domineering that it was suffocating. Even the turbulent momentum from thousands of gods' tombs in this area had to retreat from this sword and slow down its rotation speed.
"Here...I have been here before. I clearly remember that there is no palace ahead." Aoki exclaimed.
"That person is very strong." The demonic clone said.
The man who dispersed was very powerful. The demonic aura is so overwhelming that even the demonic clone, the purest demon in the world, feels suffocated under this demonic aura and wants to surrender and worship.
"The Lord of all demons. His demonic nature far exceeds mine... His aura is vaster and hundreds of times more powerful than the extremely resentful clone. It's even... immeasurable."
"Who is this person? Why did he set up so many tombs of gods and demons?"
"Obviously he is a demon, so why is he stationed in the fairy court?"
The demonic nature is divided into the mind and body and is incomprehensible.
What is the Immortal Court? It is the place of immortality. Immortals and demons have always been at odds with each other, and they are incompatible with each other.
"He is the lord of all demons. He doesn't know what love is in the world, but he knows kindness. Could it be that... Canghai Jing, the lord of the fairy court, is kind to him?"
"A fairy court, a taboo. Who is the master of this fairy court, a taboo?"
Up to now, Chu Cheng only knew that one of the thirty-six taboos was indescribable, and the other taboos were unknown.
But there is no doubt that they are all Taoist laws. Create a myth of invincibility.
What kind of charm is there in a person who can make the Lord of Demons surrender?
The fairy sound is faint and faint, moving from far to near, reverberating back to the sky. Flowers rained down again.
"Welcome!"
There is a sound, followed by the wind.
This sound comes back a thousand times, like snow falling to the ground. Suddenly, the sound was like a dragon's startle, and the climax was rising all over the place.
A gust of wind accelerated within a hundred meters, and a strong force pushed the distance forward, which was irresistible.
Four figures advanced forward in the wind.
They walked into the jade curtain. I saw the immortals drinking wine in their seats, with their immortal energy lingering around them and their various immortal styles and ancient ways.
There is a huge full moon in the sky, holy and elegant.
In the mortal world, literati and poets of all ages have associated the bright moon with images. Wherever the bright moon comes from, it must be a bright and majestic universe that cannot tolerate a trace of dirt.
It's just that this is a man under a black moon, and he is no ordinary person. Under the bright moonlight, a black shadow turned its back to everyone, and its graceful figure became even longer.
The black robe is as dark as jade and has an elegant quality. In the breeze, the clothes are fluttering, and the whole body is obviously exuding a strong evil spirit, but it is not stained by the world.
This man kept his back to everyone and did not turn around. So I can't see his appearance.
It can be seen just from his temperament. This person is far from being the most magnificent person, I'm afraid he is just a bit far away.
The music plays again, melodious and melodious, so beautiful that people are mesmerized.
But everyone in this killing area naturally didn't dare to sleep on the spot. Except for Chu Yi's drowsiness, the demonic clone and Qingmu have been using their magic power to resist.
The music lasted for a long time, and Aoki and the demonic clone did not move rashly, and kept looking at the back.
Until the time of burning incense has passed, the song ends and the music closes.
The man finally spoke.
"I am the demon lord, with a sword in mind and a hero at home. Prosperity will be revealed in the future, and I will wield a sword to cut down the world."
"It's just...success, the world and the earth decline. Failure, also the world and the earth decline. Both are failures.
"This world... why do we have to lose again and again!"
