The Marshal's Lady of the Actor [Interstellar]

Dark clouds covered the sky, the wind suddenly picked up, and the air was extraordinarily humid.

Maybe the next moment, maybe after a while, it will rain.

Xiao Wutong looked up at the sky, the tiny electric snakes shuttled among the clouds, as if they were threatening something.

He waved his hand, trying to shake off the annoying cloud, but was interrupted by the voice of the report.

"My lord! We have eliminated all the cultivators!"

The boy stopped his things and looked over with a smile.

"all?"

"The last one is left! Waiting for your order!" The magician looked extremely excited.

Adjusting his sleeves casually, the boy stood up.

"I gonna go see."

The last monk was in the middle of the battlefield.

His face was in a daze, and the long sword in his hand had only a hilt left, and he was looking blankly in all directions.

When Xiao Wutong came over, there was other movement.

"Please! Leader! Leader!" He fell to his knees with a plop, and kowtowed to Xiao Wutong, "I have never participated in those people's plans! I have always believed that you are our only one lead!"

"Oh~" Xiao Wutong hummed a song, and walked over bouncingly, "But Wutong doesn't know~"

"I can prove it to you! Let me do anything!" His forehead hit the ground fiercely, and when he lifted it up, he brought up a cloud of dust. The monk tried his best to prove himself, "I will help you kill those traitor!"

"No need~"

The young man stood still in front of the monk, clasped his hands behind his back, and stood there in a well-behaved manner, with an excited smile on his face.

Mysterious and proud.

"You are the last~"

The monk looked around tremblingly.

The black magic cultivator covered the entire space, and the shadow of Xianxiu could no longer be seen.

Maybe there are still one or two fish that slipped through the net, but it is useless. After all, no matter who it is, it is absolutely impossible to escape in front of so many demon cultivators.

The rumble of thunder echoed in the dark clouds, and bright lightning flashed through the vast darkness.

It's going to rain, it's going to thunder.

It must be a heavy rain.

The monk's face was ashen, and he sat limply on the ground, which symbolized that the clean white robe was still not clean at all, and even his face was full of filth.

But the monks can't care about these anymore.

He looked back at the young man in front of him, apart from the fear of dying, there was something inexplicable in his eyes.

"You slaughtered the monks from Lancang Continent..."

"That's the entire Lancang Continent! Hundreds of millions of monks!"

"You killed them all?"

"That's not true, how can you frame Wutong!" Xiao Wutong pouted angrily, "Wutong didn't kill so many people! Wutong just wants you all to die."

"But fortunately, there are many brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts, grandparents of Moxiu who are willing to help Wutong realize his wish."

"Isn't this a very, very good thing!"

As he spoke, he smiled brightly again, clasping his hands together in front of his chest, looking innocent.

"Everyone is scrambling to help Wutong realize its dream."

"Isn't this a very, very good thing!"

Qi Chen raised his head.

Although the puppet boy was originally born to deliver meals, but it was made by Xiao Wutong, the No.1 immortal cultivator and demon cultivator, so it is doomed to have extremely high quality.

It is also very useful as an airship.

After leaving the Demon Realm and returning to the Lancang Continent, the demonic energy in the air was gradually replaced by spiritual power, which really made him feel better. The spiritual power in his body soared several times in a short period of time, and there was a vague feeling of returning to the peak period, even surpassing the trend of the peak period.

Obviously, the recovery of strength is not a normal phenomenon, but Qi Chen has no time to pay attention to himself, he can't wait to find the traces left by Xiao Wutong.

This is not a simple matter.

The Lancang Continent he was familiar with had already completely changed its appearance. No matter where he went, there were only ruins around him.

People can still be seen in the areas where mortals gather, but in the territory of those major cultivators, there is not even half a person, only blood and strong demonic energy left.

The only guide may be the old and new remnants.

Qi Chen frowned.

All the time, he could hear the boy's call and hear the boy's emotions.

It was panic, sadness, and helplessness.

Constantly calling for his arrival.

What Xiao Wutong did, Qi Chen knew very well.

But he only thought that the other party was taking revenge on the person who had betrayed him, but he never expected that Xiao Wutong's revenge was the whole world.

How could that boy, who was taught to be a hero since he was a child, do such a thing.

Hatred blinded reason, and the boy had been kidnapped by himself long ago.

He looked crazy, but he was very clear in his heart, he just wanted to use his madness to cover up his sobriety.

If not, why ask him for help?

How tough the face is, how terrifying the behavior is, how frightened the heart is.

Because Xiao Wutong was a child with a soft nature since he was a child.

The smell of fresh blood and inexplicable coercion came from the front.

Qi Chen woke up from the memories and looked up.

He saw a clear sky.

Only the mountain range from which the breath came was covered by layers of dark clouds.

"Aren't you afraid!" The cultivator seemed to know that he could not survive, and yelled madly, "You slaughtered all the cultivators! You committed the crime of the Lancang Continent... No! It has never been seen before in the entire cultivation world. sins of !!!"

"You are a sinner!"

"Lan Cang Continent will not allow sinners to survive the catastrophe! You will never be able to ascend!"

"I am the last cultivator in this world!"

"You killed me! Just wait for God's punishment!"

"You betrayed magician!"

"Betrayer! Betrayer!"

The curvature of the boy's lips gradually became gentle.

"I'm not a traitor."

The brown pupils have the texture of amber, transparent and beautiful.

The monk stared deeply at the pupil, and for a moment, saw the pain in it.

Involuntary pain.

It was as if this demon, who dared to slaughter a world, was suffering for what he had done, for everyone he had killed.

How can it be!

"I will pass the tribulation smoothly and ascend."

"I'll be better off than all of you."

The young man's icy voice reached his ears, and the monk regained his composure to look again. In the other's brown pupils, only the hatred condensed into black mud flowed.

"Betrayal is the most despicable thing."

"You are all despicable traitors."

"You are not qualified to watch me soar."

"To die here is already my kindness."

He raised his hand, and his demonic energy suddenly rose.

"Xiao Wutong! Don't do anything!"

In the distance, a man's voice came.

That voice should always be indifferent and calm, but at this moment it was slightly hoarse due to anxiety.

Very unlike him.

Xiao Wutong narrowed his eyes displeased.

Not allowed to kill?

snort!

I want to kill!

Blood was reflected in his eyes, and the dark devilish energy wrapped around his wrist, forming a sharp blade.

The young man raised his hand and chopped it off at the numb monk.

Whoa!

The crazy magic power tore the flesh into pieces, and the bright red blood splattered.

Boom! ! ! ! ! !

The thunder that had been brewing for a long time finally erupted suddenly, and the thunder and lightning condensed into huge purple lightning, which struck down heavily.

It was facing the young man who had just learned about the life of the last monk.

"Sycamore!!"

There was rumbling thunder, the man's roar could not be heard, and the suddenly shortened distance could not be seen.

Only the terrifying power from heaven and earth descended from the sky with endless anger, trying to crush the tiny magician who offended the law into pieces.

The young man turned around in a daze, but was thrown face-on to the ground at that moment, tightly protecting him in his arms.

The arms that were as reliable as when he was a child firmly protected him in his arms, and his thin but firm chest became the place where he felt most at ease.

The huge purple thunder thundered down.

Qi Chen's body was ignited with a frost-like shield.

The giant thunder collided heavily with the shield, and nothing could be seen except the bright purple light.

With a radius of hundreds of miles, there was a wandering lightning, and the black-clothed black-robed Moxiu was stiffened by the thunder and lightning's aftershock, and fell to the ground in an instant.

Crackling, really like a bug.

It seemed like half a second, it seemed like a century.

The lightning finally weakened, revealing hundreds of miles of barren flat ground.

There used to be countless mountains here, which were protected by mutual mountain formations of various factions.

But a thunderbolt will flatten them all.

Xiao Wutong raised his head.

Thunder roared and lightning danced.

The world was dark, as if the world was ending.

His senior brother's face was pale, and he pressed tightly against him, with a familiar gentleness in his eyes.

"Sycamore, sycamore."

The young man heard his senior brother say so.

"Why are you as stupid as before?"

How can there be any heavy rain at this time.

That dark cloud was nothing but a tribulation thunder.

That is the tribulation thunder that Law took the opportunity of crossing the catastrophe to eliminate the demon cultivators who committed such heinous crimes as killing hundreds of millions of lives and slaughtering Lancang Continent.

That demon cultivator is Xiao Wutong.

Qi Chen rubbed the boy's hair and kissed him lightly.

"Silly boy."