The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

"We have long been no longer in the same sect, or even the same kind. You don't have to call me that." Hearing Dong Xuzi's name, the big-eyed man opposite him was silent for a moment and replied.

"Time flies so fast, as if it was just yesterday when we bowed at the mountain gate!" Dong Xuzi didn't care at all about the Demon Lord's answer, and instead spoke to himself.

As soon as he finished speaking, endless demonic energy swept out from the big eyes, and the Demon Lord's cold voice came: "You should have listened to me back then and not accepted you trash!"

When Dongxuzi heard the Demon Lord say this, he smiled instead of being annoyed, and even bent over with laughter: "Elder brother, your bad habit of being hard-mouthed and soft-hearted has not changed at all!"

According to my understanding of this senior brother, how could he be so easily plotted by Hu Yun and yet be able to sit here and argue with him.

My senior brother was once known as the number one person among the immortals!

He claims to want to restore the light of heaven and earth, and gives himself a name, the so-called Chongming!

The unparalleled genius who once single-handedly resisted the demons made the Qingyun Sect resound throughout the entire world of immortality!

But who would have thought that this talented person who once cultivated the world of immortals would now become a demon king!

It is ironic to say that the senior brother who originally killed the craziest demon clan has become the number one person in the demon clan!

Like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, Chongming said in an angry voice: "You're so ridiculous! When the demon seal is fully opened, I will be the first to twist off your head!"

"Then go ahead and twist it, and treat it like I'm paying you back!" Dong Xuzi said freely.

Facing the conceited Dong Xuzi, Chongming didn't know how to speak for a moment. He paused and said without emotion: "Hu Yun is dead?"

"He died. Before he died, he said he had no regrets, just like his master back then!" Dong Xuzi said softly.

Hearing Dong Xuzi talk about his master, Chongming felt as if he was touched by the reverse scale. The demonic energy turned into his palm and instantly pinched Dong Xuzi's neck. Chongming said coldly: "His death is all because of you trash!"

Dong Xuzi didn't struggle when his neck was pinched. He looked at Chongming in front of him with some inexplicable pity in his eyes.

Among the seven Qingyun sons, who has the deepest relationship with their master, it must be the eldest brother Chongming in front of him.

The eldest brother has been with the master since before Dong Xuzi started.

When the master joined Dao Jiuyou and died for Hu Yun's name.

The high-spirited and unparalleled genius has completely changed, and even gone crazy.

He rushed into Jiuyou without any concern, and the original battle between Dao and Demon was turned upside down by Chongming alone.

I don’t know what Chongming went through in Jiuyou. After returning from Jiuyou, his senior brother became a demon.

There was an eerie silence between the two of them, and there was no sound in the pure white space.

The world's number one in the world of immortality and the demon king turned out to be brothers.

If such explosive news spreads, I am afraid that both the spiritual practice world and the demon clan will have no place for the two of them!

Dong Xuzi looked at the big eyes in front of him with a look of reminiscence on his face. When old friends meet, it is easy to pull people into the past.

At that time, I took the infant Su Xiaoqi with me to survive in the time after the immortal fell.

In order to protect what he considered his younger brothers and sisters, he became very good at fighting. Even when he was not practicing at the time, he could beat some low-level monks.

When he first met that person, the person who changed his and Su Xiaoqi's life gave him a root in troubled times and made him what he is now.

I have forgotten the other person's appearance, but I clearly remember the words that pulled me out of the abyss:

"Come with me, kid, I will be your master from now on!"

Dong Xuzi took a deep breath, tilted his head and looked at Chongming and said softly: "Senior Brother, I really want to stop time at that time, so that we won't forget what he looks like now."

The palm transformed from demonic energy released Dong Xuzi's hand, and the atmosphere between the two became desolate.

The former Qingyun Sect, the former Qingyun Seven Sons.

Several senior brothers were fighting and playing in the small courtyard all day long.

Senior brother Chongming is as bright as the sun.

Dongdongxunzi Su He, the second senior brother of ordinary people.

The stupid third junior brother Hu Yun.

Junior Brother Xi Changming is a man of great resourcefulness.

The twins of the Qingyun Sect, Lao Wu and Lao Liu, Ji Yue and Haokong, are extremely enlightened.

And the previous mascot of the Qingyun Sect, Su Xiaoqi.

Among the bright stars, the Seven Qingyun Sons still dominated the entire first half of the era of Dao Demon War.

But now only Dong Xuzi and Su Xiaoqi are left.

Just like back then, he took the infant Su Xiaoqi with him to survive in troubled times.

After going around and around, in the end, only myself and Su Xiaoqi were left.

This world-famous person couldn't help but have a stooped figure, as if his strength had been drained away.

Chongming looked at Dong Xuzi, who had white hair and beard in front of him, and whispered: "Dong Xuzi, you are old, so old that I can smell the decay on your body."

Dong Xuzi sighed and replied: "Yes, I am old, but I can't die yet. The new Qingyun Seven Sons have not grown up yet. Before that, I have to watch over them for Hu Yun!"

"Why does that kid have his power? Why can an extraterrestrial demon like Hu Yun have the power of a teacher?" Chongming finally asked his question.

"We don't know either. On the day Hu Yun led him back to Qingyun Sect, I almost gave in to him and knelt down to call his master. This kid seemed to appear out of thin air and was forced into this world." Dong Xuzi shook his head. He shook his head and answered.

Then Dong Xuzi looked at Chongming and said seriously: "He is more like a kind of redemption. With Ouyang, at least the worst result is still returning to the age of immortals, rather than letting the world truly end!"

Chongming listened quietly to Dong Xuzi's words, and after thinking for a moment, the golden vertical pupil slowly revealed a crack in the middle.

Ling Feng, dressed in red, suddenly appeared in the middle.

There is no body, just Ling Feng's soul.

It was as quiet as sleeping soundly in the golden vertical pupils.

Dong Xuzi looked at Ling Feng with complicated eyes. When he carried Ling Feng back to Qingyun Sect, he felt the same as when he picked up Su Xiaoqi.

The current situation is the best solution Dong Xuzi can think of.

The human world is the back-up left by the immortals, and Lingfeng can suppress the immortals and control this human world, so he can break the deadlock on himself.

Although Ouyang wants to kill Ling Feng, it is impossible for Ling Feng to be killed now that he has joined the human world!

Dong Xuzi raised his hand, and a miniature map appeared in his hand. It was the map of the world that Ouyang had seen in the Cangjin Pavilion.

Dong Xuzi pointed his finger at Ling Feng. Ling Feng was split into two, and half of it flew into the map.

Ling Feng, who was left in the golden vertical pupils, slowly recovered to his original state.

Chongming, who quietly watched Dong Xuzi finish all this, whispered: "I just want him to come back. Lao Xi promised me, don't forget it!"

Dong Xuzi didn't answer, just watched quietly as the golden vertical pupils closed again.

On a throne, a middle-aged man with a handsome face is sitting on the throne wearing a crown. The laws are flowing on his body, and his domineering pressure makes people dare not look down.

But it was such a king whose eyes were full of sadness, as if he was reminiscing about the past, and he was holding a piece of gray cloth tightly in his hand.