Feng Yu's face was stained with bright and dazzling scarlet, and his eyebrows showed a sad and fragile look like a baby. His body with blood flowing across it was buried in the rocks.
The Demon King's gentle sigh was filled with sadness, and he felt the cold wind and snow blowing in the sky.
The warrior covered in jet black armor stopped, bent slightly, stretched out one hand to grab a head of black hair, and lifted the young man out of the rubble.
A steady stream of blood gushed out from the mangled body, turning large areas of the snow red, and even the fingers were dripping with blood.
The body and mind of the black-armored warrior were taken away by the demon from Beiju Luzhou. For a moment, he didn't recognize the boy who was beyond recognition.
The fully electric weapon loaded with the entire right arm stretched and moved from the inside out, and the muzzles of all machine guns were aimed at the boy's face, heart, and body.
As long as a shot is fired, the human being held by the soldier will be torn into pieces.
"Who are you pointing a gun at?"
Only a pair of eyes were exposed under the protective mask. The black-armored warrior's pupils slowly condensed like needlepoints, and it was unknown where the sound came from the young man's body.
Even the high vigilance of a soldier could not suppress the incoming danger.
When the right arm wrapped in iron plates suddenly flew up, the left arm that was about to shoot separated at the shoulder.
The dark light blade flashed through the splashing blood.
The head was displaced at the base of the owner's neck and rolled into a pool of blood.
The energy chip implanted in the warrior's chest was pierced by a sword, and the source of power connected to the black-armored battle suit was completely paralyzed and scrapped.
Electromagnetic waves filled the body of the fallen warrior, illuminating Fengyu's face into a blue light.
Because the world of Jambudvipa is protected by a barrier set up by the dragon god Qingli, the demons who traveled through time and space from the North Kulu Continent are afraid of the energy burning of the barrier and have to parasitize human bodies to survive.
Now that the host is dead, the viscous green liquid spurting from its eyes flows to the ground, squirming with difficulty.
"Damn it! You damn monster!"
The dark green slime actually makes a hoarse and terrifying noise, and he is angry and cursing.
"You brat... I'm going to eat you..."
Feng Yu stood expressionless, looking down at the mucus on the ground with Han Che's cold eyes. His dark eyes without whites were like deep black holes that could absorb everything.
"Eat me?"
When he saw the corners of the young man's mouth raised, revealing a devilish playful smile, the mucus that had spontaneously combusted was too afraid to move, but he couldn't help but be stunned by the dazzling face that combined youthful beauty and cruelty and blood.
It felt like it was suffocating for breath, and couldn't suppress its sighs and moans.
"You'd better die, worm."
Just distracted for a moment, this monster that melted into the shape of slime still did not lose its pride before being swallowed up by the flames.
"I am a follower of Lord Suna Yanten, the eldest son of the Demon King. Lord said that every one of his followers is a warrior."
The murmuring dark green mucus was completely swallowed up by the flames. This flame was the energy transformation of the barrier that enveloped the world of Jambudvipa.
The cold light blade flew away in a flash, and Feng Yu splashed the blood on the sword into the void. The Grant sword, which was constantly exuding black energy, disappeared in his hand.
The cold wind stirred his clothes and pants, and the blood-stained hem of his coat flipped like the wings of a flying swallow. He walked alone towards the smoke-filled battlefield.
As the number of possessed people did not decrease sharply but increased, an army organized by humans also appeared in time.
Under the dark clouds, aircraft of different shapes hovered in the dim sky, repeating their circular trajectories in groups.
The civilians looked up from the ground and saw countless birds flying in circles in one place. It looked like a huge Tai Chi Bagua diagram spinning in place, scattering black spots all over the sky.
Countless black-armored warriors surrounded the city of gold, silver and iron and descended from the sky, firing cannons in the air before their feet even touched the ground.
The raging fire stream poured from the flame emitter, sweeping out a fire curtain more than thirty meters long on the ground.
The already horrific battlefield turned into scenes of death, bloodshed, and terror that intensified.
The bloody vermilion figure walked forward in the wind, exuding the aura of independence and vicissitudes of life, and the hem of his coat was flying in the air like a dream.
He was miraculously unharmed by weapons and flames, and even rockets and missiles would pass by him as if they were deliberately avoiding them. This was because the few wisps of black energy emanating from his body formed a one-meter protective circle.
The air was scorching hot, and the wind was dyed vermilion.
The confusing battlefield was obscured by smoke.
Wind and flames entwined together, and the figure walking from the smoke became the focus of attention.
The hem of the clothes bloomed like red flowers and slapped the man's knees, and a few pieces were swaying in the wind, stirring in beautiful arcs.
The cold wind seemed to be intoxicated by it, blowing on the figure's beautiful face.
The extraordinary existence made the possessed person ready to move, surrounding him from all directions, rushing towards the figure.
The blood splashing in the air was blown away by the wind, and the blood mist spread.
The head, hands, feet, and half of the body, with broken armor and broken armor, kept rolling to the ground.
The scarlet hot liquid that renders the void rides on the cold wind and spreads all over the figure's body.
The sword in his hand was not stained with a trace of blood. This was because the super miraculous swordsmanship surpassed the blood's adhesion speed.
Leng Xian'er, who was watching the killing from a distance, was stunned in the barrier, feeling dizzy and almost fainting.
Feng Yu's fierce and solemn fighting style shocked her and sighed, but is such a cold and dark figure really Feng Yu?
She couldn't help but shudder when she thought of the demon king's dark, beautiful and delicate face.
The handsome face bathed in the blood rain, when illuminated by the light from the sky, is full of bright red and gorgeous beauty, flashing with exquisite and translucent brilliance.
Wherever the holy light reaches, the possessed person is annihilated by flying ashes.
At this time, no one did not raise his head and maintained a consistent upward movement.
The petals are flying all over the sky, floating in the air, exuding hundreds of thousands of colors.
When the dark clouds covering the sky dissipated, a huge white lotus flower was suspended in the sky. The center of the flower opened upward and the top was rounded, forming a large canopy shape. It radiated boundless light and illuminated Guangming City.
The radiant light dispels the biting cold and releases the warmth of spring.
The storm stopped and gradually disappeared.
The land has returned to peace and tranquility, and only the ruins piled up everywhere prove that the war really happened.
The ancient roar of the dragon echoed from the lotus, shocking the world and dumbfounding it.
Feng Yu jumped up from the ground, soared into the sky, and appeared on the top of the thousand-petal snow lotus, looking down at the flower-core lotus pod.
The lotus pod is surrounded by countless white stamens and yellow anthers. The lotus seeds grow in the lotus pod, and there are two human heads facing each other on it.
Two blue dragons circled around the lotus pods, and their endless chants had an indescribable desolation and sadness.
Miaohua and Fulian sacrificed their bodies and blood to heaven and earth, leaving only their heads slowly turning into powder and disappearing.
There was a lingering look of melancholy and sadness on the bloodless pale face.
"Go back to the Dragon God's Temple." These words came out from lips that were as withered as petals.
The two heads opened their eyes, and an unfathomable look of loneliness settled in the dull eyes.
"Go back." His voice was light and sad.
The gentle breeze blew the flowing blue hair on his head.
