The Demon King withdrew his eyes, turned around and looked behind him, staring at the thick black mist in front of him, and his eyes met the eyes of the millions of demons.
"This battle, even when the World Emperor breaks through his own shackles and takes that mysterious and mysterious step, is still dangerous. This battle is related to the people of this world."
"This emperor has already made a decision for this battle. Although I am the Supreme Lord of the Nine Realms and hold the imperial weapon Luo Yun Dao, I dare to compete with the emperor. But this battle is far more dangerous than the battle with Gu Ting. A battle. Even if the World Emperor only has his own strength, I am afraid he will not be their opponent..."
"Once the current emperor is defeated or unable to hold on, then... the fire above... will flood the world and burn away the joyful spring that has arisen over the past hundred years. Although now, Chunzhu Mao Qi, but this time is still too short, and it is still slightly insufficient compared to a hundred years ago."
"We have very little power in this battle, but if we just sit back and wait for death and just watch this battle, we would be so sorry for the sages and saints who died fighting for the common people, and even more sorry for holding up this world with our own efforts. , Patriarch Luo Yun at the moment of death,"
The Demon King murmured, and a flash of light burst out in his eyes, which was even more piercing.
"Back then, Patriarch Luo Yun... fought for this world, even if he shed the last drop of blood, he still fought with Gu Ting to the end. As his descendants, we cannot lose his With great reputation, one should go through fire and water.”
"Even if it's a moth flying into the flame..."
Today, the Demon King has gathered millions of demons in order to open a secret method. This secret method was left behind by Emperor Luo Yun. During the battle in Guting, the Demon Emperor originally decided to activate this secret method at the last moment when the powerful ones were still unable to defeat him.
This secret method is to sacrifice millions of demons, including the Demon Emperor himself!
The Demon King didn't know what this sacrifice could summon. I only know that Emperor Luo Yun left some records in the Demon Clan's ancestral hall.
Using the demon clan as a sacrifice, this serves as a guide. You can summon the most exquisite demon in the world in a short period of time. This demon is no longer alive, but is just a remnant of his soul. However, his strength may far exceed that of the human emperor.
The Demon Emperor also wondered why Emperor Luo Yun never sacrificed the Demons until the end, since this secret method was so powerful. Then, there was some enlightenment.
The emperor spent his entire life fighting to protect the people of this world. Even if he fights to the last moment, he is not willing to sacrifice the entire demon clan, so that there will be no demons in this world. Or perhaps, Emperor Luo Yun thought and believed that Gu Ting had brought disaster to the world and that his descendants would take over his position and become better than him. This was not the so-called desperate situation.
In fact, Guting is indeed not in a desperate situation. There really was a successor who took over, erasing that crisis.
But the Demon Emperor is not Emperor Luo Yun, and he considers himself incomparable. In this crisis, the Demon King really couldn't think of any solution and could only resort to this method.
This is the worst policy, but also the best policy. No one would have thought that the coach who led the rebellion in the Northern Wilderness would sacrifice his entire family for the sake of the human world.
Or perhaps, there were uncontrollable factors why Emperor Luo Yun did not use this secret method in a desperate situation. After all, no one knows whether the coming demon will kill people or set himself on fire.
"Do you regret it..." The Demon King glanced at everyone, sighed softly, and then murmured.
"No regrets!"
The next moment, an earth-shattering sound sounded in the turbid black fog.
This sound, like thunder, with its undulating vibrations, seemed to overthrow the sky, and even showed signs of rushing towards the blue sea and blue waves.
This is the demon clan. These millions of people are shouting in unison, and the storm formed is undoubtedly terrifying. This cry was extremely loud, word by word, echoing throughout the world, starting to spread from the northern wilderness border, and gradually reaching every place!
"Amitabha!"
To the west of the sound, there was a young monk sitting on his knees in front of the Buddha. The sound of wooden fish rose and fell gently. This unhurried sound gave the whole place an indescribable tranquility.
The young monk has never stepped out of this western land. No one has ever seen him take action, but no one has underestimated him.
Just because, this person transformed all the dead souls in this vast western land by himself.
"Amitabha! All saintly monks, are you willing to accompany the young monk to subdue these demons and monsters who are doing evil in the world again?"
As soon as the words fell, the golden light shone like a blazing sun rising slowly in the darkness.
So, tomorrow comes again.
This sun is so bright and warm, turning the cold winter of minus 30,000 degrees Celsius and illuminating the world.
"Amitabha!"
Then, there was another sound, coming from a distance. Immediately afterwards, the sound sounded from all directions.
A Buddha is coming.
People saw that underneath what was originally a land of death, there were actually Buddha lights rising everywhere.
Who is singing this? Who led the Western Buddhas to come to this world again? Want to save people from dire straits?
"This is the Western Land...the living Buddha..."
Someone looked to the west and saw a living Buddha, squatting on the clouds, with a solemn appearance. These figures, exuding thick golden light, were connected one after another, so the Western Land illuminated the seven realms in the world.
"Thank you! But you may not risk your life to help me."
Just when the current living Buddha of the Western Land and the Demon Emperor at the border of the Northern Wilderness were about to make a move, a soft sound came from above.
Bai Paoer has always been paying attention to the world. After all, he is facing more than one person.
Today, the mysterious powerful man in front of you is not the only one who has come to the world. The purple-clothed man alone was enough to keep her away. At this moment, if the other mysterious powerful men took action at the same time, even if he borrowed this human will, he would definitely be defeated.
Although several other mysterious and powerful figures have never left the scene. But Bai Pao'er was still able to tell how powerful these people were.
"well......."
Bai Paoer sighed in his heart, and now he was standing there quietly, with his hands on his back, quietly looking at the world decorated by his finger, looking at the endless blue waves and the vast ocean.
The huge waves are soaring into the sky, extremely turbulent, with thousands of layers turning over them, lapping and rippling in this broken galaxy.
The darkness was shattered by the endless, continuous waves, which were broken and melted by the human sun before falling.
The countless lightning flashes that appeared before were submerged in the waves, and what appeared now were only intermittently and vaguely visible.
In front of her, the figure with a strong evil intention had disappeared. Under her finger, the son of Jiutian was instantly repulsed. The figure of the man in purple was swallowed up by the blue sea, and the aura on his body was extremely unstable.
"A sword from heaven and earth..." Bai Pao'er murmured.
The old voice that suddenly appeared was still lingering in my ears.
"Wait a minute." Bai Pao'er spoke again. This was a voice transmission, a narration to the strong man in the world.
"A sword from heaven and earth..." Bai Pao'er recited these four words silently again.
For a long time, she closed her eyes.
With his eyes closed, he raised his hands and waved his sleeves, extending a finger forward again, a little further forward.
With one finger, the void in front of him rippled, sparkling, and then a little bit more, and then a little bit more, as if he was drawing something.
No one knew what she was doing, only Bai Pao'er knew. In her mind, a white figure appeared.
White clothes and white hair, stained with thick blood.
That was back then, back then.
That man also raised his hand and waved his sleeves, and a sword appeared in his hand. He slashed his sword towards the sky.
