This voice is not an auditory hallucination.
Not only the demonic clone, but also Qingmu and Chu Yi heard this soft sound.
The turbulence of the sword sound suddenly stopped the sword movement spreading on the statue in front.
"Whose voice?"
Regarding this sudden sound, Aoki's expression instantly became solemn.
He didn't notice anyone approaching. This sound sounded in silence.
This shows that the person coming must be stronger than him, otherwise he would not be aware of it at all.
The soft sound of the sword moved the majestic sword machine on the statue and stopped it, which showed the power of the person coming.
The sword machine originally spread by the statue was only within a few inches. No outreach. But you can still feel the terror of this sword machine.
At least Aoki didn't dare to touch it for fear of causing death.
Chu Yi still lowered her head and gnawed the dried meat carefully, fearing that if she took too many bites, she would not be able to wait until grandpa woke up, and there would be nothing to fill her stomach while he was still awake.
She didn't know that the demonic clone had awakened. The immortal platforms penetrated the temple and were high in the sky, so they were not seen.
I don’t know what this crisp sound means.
The demonic clone didn't stand up or even raise its head. He just nodded and said, "I will."
Even if he didn't get the Demon Lord's inheritance, he would still do this.
In today's world, the only one who has the deepest ties to that person is Chu Cheng.
Because that person is Senior Xue Yao. He was the one who led him to the extreme path. He is also the one who protects him.
If he hadn't met her, Chu Cheng wouldn't be where he is today.
In this life, I can only lose sight of everyone. In the end, he was wiped out like an ant in the troubled times of Guting.
This is kindness.
Even if there is no such kindness, when I take off the mask of destiny in the remnant world of Donghua and that fairy court. He needs to carry the will of Donghua Immortal King.
Qu Bugui became Qu Rugui in the end. Although he and Donghua Immortal King became strangers in the end, their wishes were the same after all.
That is the One who protects.
When hearing this crisp sound, the demonic clone knew who the source of the sound was. When the sound of the sword sounded, he became even more convinced.
Who created this big dream that refuses to wake up?
It's a sword. The sword once held by the Demon Lord.
For a strong person, who knows him best?
Not friends, not relatives, not Taoist companions. But it is a destiny tool that has been with me for many years.
The Demon Lord is dead, but the sword he once wielded still exists to this day.
It's just that the demon lord's last obsession was perpetuated by that sword. A dream is left here, and those who come here will experience the past with the devil.
I know that the devil is ruthless, but he also values love. Let them remember this lover forever.
The demonic clone's gaze kept falling on the statue without looking back. The sound of the sword no longer trembled, and the crisp sound did not appear again.
Until the wild geese started up, another black wild goose flew past the demonic clone.
This time, everyone saw the wild goose.
Since ancient times, carrier pigeons have carried messages. The wild geese convey their love. This wild goose carries the Demon Lord’s lifelong affection.
The wild goose stopped in front of the demonic clone.
When it stops, you can clearly see the face of this wild goose.
This is composed of demonic energy, which is slowly dissipating. Finally a sword blade was revealed.
Reveal all in the end.
All this happens in a few breaths. When the fog is thick, it is a goose, and when it fades, it is a sword.
This is a large sword, seven feet long, with its entire body covered in ink and emitting cold light.
This sword has no Sanbo Sword Intention, but the demonic clone knows that this sword contains a terrifying and powerful energy.
It is truly like the king of swords whose charm is hidden inside, and which can only be stopped if it does not move, and which shakes the heaven and earth with one move, and is respected by all swords.
It's just that this sword is in a state of dilapidation. Only the middle sword stem and the blade are not damaged.
"This sword..." Aoki's pupils shrank sharply when he saw this black sword.
Just looking at it, it seemed that there was only this sword left in the whole world.
It is boundless and powerful. It's like one sword can break through the entire sky, and no one in the world can stop it.
I don’t know if it was an illusion or what. This feeling only appeared for a moment and soon faded away.
The demonic clone looked at the sword, the blade of the sword clearly reflected in its dark pupils.
He had a strange feeling, as if what he was looking at was not a sword, but a face.
This one has a pair of talking eyes, which are as full as a stream of autumn water, and the bottom can be clearly seen. It also seems to be able to penetrate people's innermost thoughts.
"Sword Spirit?" The demonic clone looked at it for a long time before asking.
"Yes."
The clear voice sounded again, with some emotion, and said again: "I am the demon lord's destiny weapon. In that battle, my lord was the one who resisted the pursuit of the three taboos, and finally fell."
"If my master had insisted not to push me to violence, he would still have had a chance to rush back to see that person."
"It's just that he was still partial to that one in the end. He wanted to leave a legacy and was looking for someone who could succeed him. In the years to come, he could protect that one for him."
"I accepted the promise, brought my broken body back out of the siege, and came here. I have waited for countless years, waiting for the wilderness to rise again, and the prosperous age to rise again, to find someone for the Demon Lord who can inherit the lineage."
"For me, this promise is forever. For him, it is forever. My Lord shocked the four worlds with his killings and was called the most ruthless person in the world. But who else will be there? You know, his heart is like the peach blossom, full of longing."
"The peach blossoms bloom year after year, watching the wind and rain in the world and refusing to wither."
"This flower is silent, even if its youth lasts only day and night, it is still hidden in the heart and dare not be revealed. This song of no return has finally become a sentimental song."
The clear voice sighed again, with reminiscence in his tone.
"He is Peach Blossom. To the Demon Lord, that person is the one in this world. In that life, he only had that one person in his eyes. But, will he be emotional and have a ray of luster in this life?"
The demonic clone shook his head, thinking that even if the demon master expressed his feelings, he would eventually fall into disgrace.
When he knew that Senior Xue Yao was from and in the future, he would no longer be emotional.
Because she carries a world, a world that had no life when she entered that life.
It carries the aspirations of countless living beings after death. Come here to find a glimmer of hope to break the catastrophe.
Her heart died long ago in her lifetime. There will no longer be the tenderness that belongs to women.
Women are like flowers and candles, and when they are passionate, agarwood fills the room, making men eager to get close to her. But after the heavy rain destroyed it, and when it finally sank to the bottom of the river, it could no longer burn. There is no way to go back to the beginning of the romance.
Under the never-ending infection of the river, it becomes bitingly cold, making people afraid to approach it.
The destruction of the world is like the heavy rain that pushed the candle into the bottom of the river. Chill that one's heart completely, and no one can melt it.
"She won't."
The crisp voice sounded again, a sigh.
The two were silent.
It wasn't until another voice sounded that the demonic clone came back to his senses.
"Grandpa, are you awake? Xiaoyi is really hungry." Chu Yi had just finished chewing all the pieces of meat. When he heard the words of the demonic clone, he quickly raised his head and put the cloth in his hand back into his arms, his eyes brightening.
But soon there was a whisper.
"Did that sound just now come from this ugly sword? This sword can actually talk! It's so magical!"
"You are the ugly sword! Lord Sword, I am Yushu Linfeng, handsome and unrestrained. I don't know how many female swords I have charmed back then!" A curse suddenly sounded.
When a person is moved by a scene, the scene will be completely erased by someone else's words that displease the scene.
This is what Chu Yi said.
For the demonic clone, the same is true for the words of the sword spirit in this big sword.
"But I'm not a sword, I'm a human being. The young masters all say that I'm very good-looking, and I will definitely be even better-looking in the future!" Chu Yi tilted her head, thought for a moment and said, "Grandpa, this sword is worth a lot." Male or female? But I didn’t see the handle on this sword..."
"...."
The demonic clone did not expect Chu Yi to say such words. It's really powerful.
"Young Master, there are no male or female swords. But sword spirits do. Often a monk's natal weapon will be chosen by its owner. If the owner is a woman, the weapon spirit is usually a female spirit. If the owner is a man, the weapon spirit is Male spirit?”
"What is the weapon of destiny?" Chu Yi frowned, not understanding.
After all, she had only been practicing for a few months, and she took the second step in a daze. Most people don’t know anything about the spiritual world.
The only thing I know is that monks can fly. Because she can fly.
"...."
"Whose child is this?" Jian Ling gasped.
"Senior Jian, calm down!" The demonic clone already knew from the words of the sword spirit that this was the same kind of weapon spirit as Master Ding. He had to rely on coaxing and praise for everything.
"Master Jian, as a senior, how can I meet a little girl? But this little girl is also blessed with deep blessings."
The sword spirit saw that Chu Yi had obtained the Hongmeng Houtian artifact, the Fire Spirit Bead. Only then did he take the second step at such a young age.
"I was so preoccupied with having sex with you that I didn't expect that the person my lord was waiting for was also a demon, and the most refined kind of demon. He came from the same origin as my lord. This is God's will and fate!"
"And...you still come from the same place as that one, from Mochen. This is a greater providence and a greater fate."
The master of Sword Spirit followed Mo Chen's cultivators and naturally came into contact with other Mo Chen cultivators. After feeling the aura, he also realized that the demonic clone was Mo Chen Zhixiu.
The demonic clone nodded. He said: "This junior also didn't expect that there used to be people with the same origin as me in this world."
"This is all fate. In my current state, I cannot say more words. Since you have received my Lord's inheritance, you should bow to me. This bow is not to my Lord, but to the one who was worshiped by me in the battle that year. Thousands of strong men died.”
The demonic clone stood up and turned around. If the sword spirit wanted him to worship the demon lord and become his master, he would definitely not do so.
But those who worship are those strong men who died fighting for Senior Xue Yao, so naturally I should worship them.
He cupped his fists and bent over, kneeling slowly with his legs. Bow down to the ground.
But under this bow, a sudden change occurred.
The statue began to tremble violently, with cracks appearing constantly. It fell apart in an instant.
"Fuck!"
When the sword spirit saw this scene, he immediately shouted.
