Once upon a time there was a demon pass

The old voice resounded through the void.

Behind, the old white ape stared at this scene expressionlessly, but with a little daze.

"Sure enough, there are some demons outside the demon pass...there are problems."

"It's been a while since I felt something was wrong."

It muttered to itself and stood still.

In the tide of beasts.

An ordinary fourth-level monster, the shadow behind it squirmed slowly, as if some strange changes were taking place, from the initial beast shape, it finally became more like... a person.

Under the cold breath, the monster's eyes turned red, and it rushed to the companion beside it with a roar, knocking it down.

This sudden scene caused some small-scale chaos in the rushing animal horde.

A pale young man suddenly emerged from the shadow. He jumped up from the beast tide, looked at Zhenyao Pass in the distance, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Dark Pavilion..."

"Huang Yongshou..."

"In the 143rd year of the dawn era, execute the shadow project!"

"Going home today..."

With a smile on his face, he rushed towards a young Jiao who was still in a daze beside him, exuding endless black energy from himself.

Awakened objects emerged behind him.

It's just that the awakened object has no shape at all, it's just a cloud of black air.

In the end, the black air completely enveloped his body, and he hugged the young jiao's tail, and the black air continuously poured into the young jiao's body.

The young Jiao was a little frightened and kept struggling.

But what made it even more frightening was that it found itself unable to move at all, and the shadow behind it seemed to merge with the human youth.

A runaway monster trampled on the young man.

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

But the young man still didn't let go, he just looked at Xiao Jiao and smiled coldly.

In the end, the black air completely permeated the shadow of Xiaojiao.

The young man had already been trampled into inhuman form by the monsters around him, but the young dragon's eyes had also changed from being agile at first to dull, and finally lifeless.

When he was about to die, the young Jiao seemed to have endured great pain, as if he felt everything that the young man was facing.

same pain...

"Dark Pavilion, Xu Ziqi! The 138th year of the Dawn Era!"

"Dark Pavilion, Wang Tiancheng! Dawn Era 129!"

A series of voices continued to resound in the beast tide.

There are teenagers, middle-aged, and even some people who are already old.

Since their awakened objects met the conditions for the transformation of the dark pavilion, they came to the demon realm alone and became the shadows of those monsters.

For the rest of my life... I can no longer talk to people, look at the scenery, and experience the vicissitudes of life.

Yes, they are just surviving in a series of places such as Qianli Yaoyuan, Yingjian Mountain, etc., just like that parasite.

Until the host dies, changing to another host is only for the glory of this moment today.

"Dark Pavilion..."

"Li Yihan..."

"Dawn Era... 150 years..."

"Enroll in the military academy, add to the secret cabinet..."

"Today, go home..."

Amidst the murmur, the young man threw himself on a young Jiao, instead of locking on to it.

In the end, there was only a lump of meat paste and the blood-stained young dragon left on the ground.

"Anyway, as a killer..."

"I count..."

"Killed one..."

The raging beast tide was abruptly blocked, and chaos could be seen everywhere.

One after another, one after another, the dead soldiers.

This scene happened in front of countless people.

When the demon gate was closed, the soldiers' eyes were red, and they tried not to look any more, speeding up the rush to repair the damaged pass, and their fighting spirit became stronger.

The threatening murderous aura gathered above Zhenyao Pass, quietly waiting for their own battlefield.

"Long-distance team, call me!"

A guard's eyes were red, and his voice tremblingly roared.

The soldiers who had always observed military discipline seemed a little silent at this moment, looking at the guard in confusion.

"This... this is a military order..."

"beat!"

The guard's breathing was particularly heavy, he clenched his teeth and roared again.

"On the battlefield...everything requires the maximization of interests."

"Don't forget, what is behind you!"

The soldiers moved forward in silence.

The awakened object emerged, shining a dazzling light in midair.

Accompanied by Dao Dao's energy, those beasts that were completely in chaos could see blood everywhere, howling.

The shadows of the dark pavilion raised their heads while they were dying, and looked up to the sky. The beautiful murderous intent was fixed on their gratifying smiles.

Chu Yu tried her best to raise her head, looked at this scene, recorded every name, every picture, breathing heavily.

The old man in black robe was still standing on the edge of the city gate.

With every sound, his body seemed to be trembling slightly, and the hands behind his back were tightly clenched.

Originally, there was only half a minute left, but it was delayed by 5 minutes.

Perhaps the meaning of their life is for this short 5 minutes.

Is it worth it?

Nobody knows the answer.

Because these people who created the battlefield for 5 minutes have all left...

During these 5 minutes, I don't know how many monsters died. Those corpses alone have formed an obstacle for them to attack.

Several sixth-level monsters also roared, trying to stop all this.

But from the moment when the shadow behind a sixth-level monster squirmed, and a white-haired old man floated behind him, just stroking it, and died together with him, these high-level monsters also fell into panic .

No one knew if there was anything wrong with their own shadows, and how they had been hiding for so long.

"Human Race..."

The eight-tailed fox looked at this scene with a gloomy face and snorted coldly.

The old white ape stood beside it, still maintaining a smile: "Demon Lord, even if they traded for these five minutes, so what?"

"From the moment we give up all calculations and simply crush with force, the outcome is already doomed."

"In terms of will, my monster race is fearless."

"In terms of strength, my monster race is stronger."

"All the means displayed by the human race at this moment are just a manifestation of their lack of self-confidence."

The voice of the old white ape is calm and gentle, but it always feels like a spring breeze.

Even the agitated heart of the eight-tailed fox gradually calmed down at this moment.