Following this sound, the scenery in all directions suddenly trembled.
This last sentence is a roar. Everything collapsed and scattered in the roar.
Those fairies, those immortals with celestial demeanor, all turned into wind and disappeared.
This is still just an illusion, otherwise in this overwhelming momentum, even the aftermath would shatter everyone.
In an instant, the land of the Immortal Family was in tatters, with all the green moss visible and spider silk everywhere.
Bones one after another.
These bones are no longer a dim light. These former immortal Taoists have withered with the wind and moon.
No matter how beautiful the flowers are, they will eventually wither. No matter how beautiful a person is, the moment when her beauty finally falls.
The rain of flowers has dispersed, replaced only by dead leaves floating in the air. The music no longer sounded, only the whistling of the wind, rising and falling fiercely, like the cry of a ghost.
The little fat insect in the Taichu space heard this miserable misery. Suddenly he opened his eyes, thinking that a companion was calling, and the sound came back.
So the misery became a little more severe.
In the darkness, the night becomes darker, and the dead ghosts cry in the empty city. Nothing more than that.
This former palace has become a palace of death. Apart from the four figures present, the three living people, and the disappeared sword cultivator, there are only the tombs of the dead.
Everyone knows that the Lord of Demons is just an obsession.
That obsession, that domineering and shocking sword intent coming from the depths.
One mile ahead, there is a path, which is a bridge made of topaz.
It was originally connected to the other side and located in Qinghu Lake. But now the bridge still connects to the other side, but the clear lake has dried up.
The bottom of the lake has long since dried up and become densely packed. With decay.
"Demon Lord...Master, do you know who this Demon Lord is? If he is still alive, can you defeat him in a fight between you?"
Aoki has always had mysterious confidence in Chu Cheng. Think he is the most powerful person in the world.
But facing the ancient existence, there are still unknowns. After all, no one knows the outcome until the battle begins.
That sword energy was so magnificent and powerful. Aoki has never felt such a breath. Even his master did not carry an aura as vast as the starry sky.
But Aoki believed that his master would win in a battle with that ancient strong man.
The demonic clone shook his head, not wanting to reply.
If Li Shanling were here, he would definitely say that Chu Cheng would be pressed to the ground and rubbed against the demon lord.
Because there is simply no comparison between the two.
That strong man named Demon Lord gave the demonic clone a feeling that was no weaker than the one in the historical chapter that he saw in the world, in that ruined building, in front of the ruined Donghua Palace, and in that corridor. that one.
That is Donghua Immortal King.
The strength of this demon lord can rival Donghua.
The demonic clone still didn't speak, but kept raising his head. Looking at the other end of the bridge.
That is the source of sword intent. What is hidden there?
Is it the sword or the dead soul of the Demon Lord?
They had just been caught in a big dream. This dream was short-lived.
It's a flash in the pan.
However, this is the persistence of obsession.
"move on."
The demonic clone spoke, and the other shore ahead was buried in deep fog. But you can clearly feel the majestic power within.
This power is very powerful. It's so powerful that people don't dare to step forward.
But this power, in the dark, makes the demonic clone have a desire.
He is a demon, but not the top demon. Can the power deep inside make him transform? Next level?
The one in white at the front began to walk. Very fast. Almost in a few steps, we stepped onto the Jade Bridge.
Step by step. Move forward.
When Aoki saw the puppet opening the way, he followed closely.
"Grandpa, where are those beautiful sisters? Where are those delicacies?" Chu Yi was frightened when she saw the skeletons sitting cross-legged behind the table. But more importantly, I feel disappointed that those delicacies have disappeared.
"They went to the place that belongs to them." The demonic clone shook his head, reached out and took the girl's hand, and followed him forward.
When they walked to the Jade Bridge, they felt the roughness on the soles of their feet. There was a scratching sound.
As time goes by, even the smooth jade surface begins to become dry.
The sound extended until they stepped onto the other side of the bridge. When the last foot wearing black boots stepped on the other side. The grinding sound began to stop ringing.
Suddenly, they heard a shrill roar. His face gradually became serious.
"It's that person's voice."
Aoki frowned and said, "That's right, this is the voice of the swordsman. It's just that the voice seems to have been hurt by thousands of arrows. Is there a crisis ahead?"
The first person to hear the sound was Aoki, because he was standing at the front. But I didn't have that ominous feeling in my heart.
The source of the scream was very close to here. Otherwise it wouldn't be as loud and clear.
The next moment, another voice sounded.
This is the roar of an earthquake.
A thunderous roar.
The shaking of the earth, the sound of wind, rain, and the sound of swords were all present.
But the vibration was not an extremely fierce battle.
Move on? Or retreat? Looking for a way to break the boundaries?
The demonic clone raised his head and looked into the depths ahead. There was light shining in his eyes, and he frowned, not knowing what he was thinking.
Both Qingmu and Chu Yi's eyes fell on him. Whether to move forward or retreat, he still has to choose.
The wailing and screaming in the distance did not stop and continued.
"Forward!"
The demonic mind hesitated for a long time and thought about it for a long time. Finally decided to move on.
The feeling of longing is getting stronger and stronger in my heart. It is very possible that there is a good fortune inside.
The puppet started to move forward, but within ten steps a soft sound like a stone falling into the river suddenly sounded.
thump.
When this sound sounded, the figure of the puppet could no longer be seen, as if it had disappeared out of thin air.
Aoki followed closely behind the puppet and watched helplessly as the puppet disappeared before his eyes.
Just a moment, an instant. Just disappeared.
Aoki stopped and hesitated for a while. Finally took that step.
The flowing water moves gently and gathers from all directions. Even the consciousness cannot detect this flow.
Only the body can feel it clearly.
The next moment, Aoki felt as if he was sinking into the water, being sucked in by the whirlpool below.
The demonic clone was not surprised by the disappearance of the puppet and Aoki.
There is a high mountain in front, blocking the flow of wind and the transmission of sound.
There is only one possibility. There is a teleportation formation hidden in front of the mountain.
Without any pause, he took the girl's hand and arrived at the place where the two figures disappeared in a few steps.
In one step, water covered both of his body.
Then the two figures disappeared together on the other side of the jade.
When the demonic clone opened its eyes, it was already night above.
This is already at the top of the mountain.
The height of this peak connects the top with the starry sky. Since not a single star had set, it was dark all around.
All you can see is a temple and a wooden monument ahead.
This is the tomb, and the wood is cracked. Already decayed.
It has been here for too long, and after being corroded by time, it seems that it will collapse and dissipate as long as the breeze blows.
There's just no wind here, it's like being stuck in a vacuum.
The difference between this wooden tablet and the tombs of thousands of gods is really huge. It is ordinary and gorgeous, without any atmosphere behind it.
In front of the temple door, two figures stood.
Aoki noticed the movement behind him, turned his head and looked over, then extended a finger to point into the temple.
The screams came from the temple.
The demonic clone nodded, looked at Chu Yi, and shook his head. This was a signal to Chu Yi not to follow.
He felt a powerful murderous intention in the temple, as well as the trembling of the sword.
The demonic clone walked to Aoki's side and set his sights on the temple.
At this glance, he saw a young man in black, kneeling on the ground with a ferocious face.
A thick black air fell straight from the temple and poured into his head. Let his body swell and be covered with black veins.
Big beads of cold sweat broke out on the sword cultivator's forehead and face.
Sweat soaked through his entire robe. His eyes, which were originally closed, were opened when Aoki and the puppet approached this place.
His hand pressed hard on the hilt of the sword. The murderous intention also came from him.
The man's aura continued to grow in that black rainbow initiation.
It's just that he couldn't move at all under the pressure of that powerful force. He could only stare at the people outside the door with his scarlet eyes while wailing and roaring.
"Master, do you want to kill him?" Aoki took out the 100-foot-long sword and stood it in the air, waiting for an order.
The demonic clone shook his head, and his eyes did not fall on the sword cultivator, but on the statue in front of the sword cultivator.
This statue has not yet taken shape. It only depicts a human shape without any facial features.
The surge of sword energy. From that statue.
The wailing sound continued, and the sword cultivator could not bear the influx of demonic energy.
This is a power from the unknown, and the source of everything is in that statue.
The demonic clone shook his head and said: "There is no need to take action. This sword cultivator should not be able to withstand this powerful force. If he acts rashly, he may be counterattacked by this force."
The words just fell.
A ray of light suddenly rose, coming from outside the door.
The darkness of night suddenly broke, broken by light. Broken by the sound of footsteps.
A black boot walked slowly on the ground covered with red leaves, crushing the leaves and making a crunching sound.
This sound was not made by the girl outside the temple, because she did not move at all.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and as they came step by step, it was full of dawn.
This is a young man wearing a black robe. He is suave and elegant, but he is full of evil spirits.
He walked out of the temple, his figure penetrated straight through the demonic clone, walked outside the temple, and walked on the red leaves.
The man raised his head and asked in a depressed voice: "How long is the night?"
No one answered. Only the man's slight breathing accompanied him.
"How long is the road?"
A sad, lonely and rich atmosphere gently blew away with the first ray of wind.
Then, someone finally answered.
"In the bright moon."
