Heavenly Thunder strikes me down, and I become a Disaster Demon Lord

The round little rabbit is pure white, except for two bright red eyes, lying on Lin Feng's palm and looking at him innocently.

The lights stretching down from the top of the mountain, the gongs and drums in the distance, the two bright red goldfish, the mellow acacia flower brew...all of them are mixed with the gradually distorted laughter and suddenly poured into my mind.

On the wrist, there seemed to be residual warmth from when the man taught him by hand.

Lin Feng's pupils suddenly tightened.

Not a dream, really not a dream.

At that moment...

"Junior Brother Feng..." On the opposite side of the stone table, Gu Xuanzhi called him in a low voice.

"Master..." Lin Feng raised his head in confusion, "Senior Brother" was stuck in his throat but he couldn't say it, and his eyes widened in shock.

Gu Xuanzhi's white clothes were stained red with blood, his body was full of bones, and his hair, which was always meticulous, was disheveled and covered with blood.

He covered his face, a pair of blood-stained eyes stared at Lin Feng unwillingly and angrily from between his fingers, a line of blood and tears flowed from the gap, and murmured sadly: "Junior Brother Feng...you...it's all you... "

"Me?" Lin Feng got up and turned over the stone bench. The sudden change in front of him made him take two steps back, but he was tripped by the stone bench on the ground and fell to the ground, "Brother Gu? What's going on? It's me, I didn't..."

Gu Xuanzhi approached Lin Feng bleeding from seven orifices, Lin Feng retreated a few steps, and saw Gu Xuanzhi opened his mouth and blood flowed out from the beach, hissed: "How can you... How can you make friends with evil spirits!"

"I didn't!" Lin Feng lost his voice, "How could I make friends with evil spirits, how could I..."

He saw his own feet in his line of sight, and suddenly froze.

At some point, his white Taoist robe turned into black clothes again, a mouthful of Gu Xuan's blood dripped down his chin onto his black boots, and the spot where the blood was stained turned into a deeper black.

"I'm not..." Lin Feng retorted in a low voice, "I'm not..."

He didn't dare to look at Shang Gu Xuanzhi's sad and disappointed gaze, and he didn't care about rubbing blood marks on the rough ground with his palms, so he got up and ran out of the courtyard.

Outside the gate of the courtyard, a red light suddenly appeared, and the mountains were covered with sea of ​​flames.

Several disciples wearing Taoist robes fell not far away, and the tongue of fire licked their blood-soaked bodies wantonly, looking like a scene of purgatory.

Lin Feng staggered back a step, behind Gu Xuanzhi said quietly: "It's all your fault."

Lin Feng immediately turned around: "It's not me!"

"Junior Brother Feng..."

"Senior Brother Feng..."

"The villain!"

More voices sounded from all directions, and Lin Feng turned around, only to see countless shadows in the sea of ​​flames standing up unsteadily, every fragmented face was extremely familiar, yet showing completely unfamiliar hatred.

"it is all your fault……"

"You colluded with the Demon Cult!"

"The devil! You devil!"

"Your hands are covered with the blood of your fellow disciples..."

The overwhelming voice exploded in his head, Lin Feng covered his ears in vain trying to block out these voices, and murmured: "No, it's not me...I didn't..."

"Then, do you dare to look at your hands?" a voice said.

Lin Feng stretched out his hand in front of him in a daze, his eyes were stung by the red eyes.

The half-dried blood soaked every line in the palm of Lin Feng's hand. At some point, Lin Feng had a sword in his hand. Blood was dripping from the end of the sword, seeping into the soil under his feet bit by bit.

He slammed the sword away as if it was burning, and said palely, "No..."

Impossible, it is impossible for him to do such a thing, not him, not him!

Yes, this is the dreamland, he should be at the celebration of the Demon Festival, it is impossible to return to Tianqing Mountain suddenly.

Go back, he wants to go back.

Lin Feng suddenly woke up for a moment, avoiding the screaming and crying "same door" who wanted to catch him and dragged him into the flames, and rushed towards the mountain gate like crazy.

As long as he goes back, everything will return to normal, he wants to leave, leave this nightmare...

Blood flowed all the way from the top of the mountain, and on the stone steps at the entrance of the mountain, the golden fallen leaves were stained with blood and stuck to the ground.

Lin Feng rushed out of the mountain gate, the fallen leaves were wet and slippery with blood, he threw himself forward unsteadily, and fell firmly down the mountain.

My heart was empty for a moment, but the expected rolling down the cliff did not happen.

The surrounding scene suddenly darkened, and the crackling of the mountain fire suddenly disappeared.

There is a flat brick and stone ground in front of me, and the long opera tone is heard faintly across several streets.

Lin Feng lay half down on the ground, panting in shock, the sweat on his forehead turned into bean-sized sweat beads and rolled down his cheeks into his clothes.

He caressed his heart, grabbed the hot beating, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it was really a dream.

The sound of opera in the distance suddenly turned and turned into sharp laughter in an instant.

Lin Feng raised his head in horror, and the "people" wearing ghost masks on the street stopped and faced him one after another, making all kinds of weird laughter, and raised their hands to slowly take off their masks.

Unlike previous faces without facial features, this time they were familiar faces with bleeding from all seven orifices.

"Lin Feng..."

"Junior Brother Feng..."

"Brother..."

They called him ghostly, the corners of their mouths grinned strangely, the masks fell to the ground one after another, and were smashed to pieces.

The nightmare was shrouded again, Lin Feng was at a loss as to where to turn, almost collapsed.

"Why do you want to kill us?" one person asked.

"You are a demon, can you be comfortable?" Another person asked.

"Senior Brother Feng, Zhi'er hurts so much..." The little junior sister's eyes that should have been bright were only left with two blood holes, and she stretched out her hands towards Lin Feng gropingly.

Lin Feng shook his head and retreated frequently.

"What are you..." He covered half of his face and shouted, "Don't play tricks on me! It can't be real... What monsters are you!"

The broken words and sad and harsh words stopped abruptly, and the surrounding was extremely depressed for a moment, followed by more sharp laughter.

The monsters laughed wildly at Lin Feng's familiar face, trembling with laughter, Lin Feng roared, raised the sword he was holding in his hand at some time, closed his eyes and slashed at the nearest monster.

The monster screamed, turned into a wisp of green smoke, and disappeared.

"You killed, you killed!" Someone screamed from the side, and the voice was terrified and yelled with a lunatic smile, "Hahahahahahahahahahaha! You killed!"

"Shut up!" Lin Feng's eyes flashed dark red, and he roared and swung his sword at the sound, "Shut up!"

The sword energy split the night sky, screaming everywhere, and more monsters flew out of their souls, but the bewildered laughter became more and more dense, entangled with Lin Feng's mind, and pulled the fragile string to crack.

Lin Feng frowned tightly, his eyes were dark red, and a fire rushed from his dantian to his limbs.

They are all monsters, let's kill them all.

Lin Feng couldn't see it, and a layer of pure red magic breath overflowed from his body, so strong that it almost broke through the night sky.

He raised his hand to grab the neck of the nearest monster, and with just a light pinch, the head with the upturned mouth rolled to the ground, leaving the body twitching a few times, and there was no movement.

Some monsters fled, and some approached desperately. Lin Feng shattered them together with the houses on the street with a wave of his sleeve.

"What." He sneered, "How dare you make trouble in front of me."

Sharp laughter was mixed with mournful howls, which kept amplifying in the ears.

Annoyed to death, Lin Feng frowned.

He pierced the heart of the fleeing monster with its back turned to him, and the silver-white blade withdrew from the back of its heart, dripping bewitching blood.

Crying and cursing gradually replaced laughter, and where Lin Feng could see his skin was splashed with scarlet liquid, he didn't realize it.

The surrounding monsters were almost killed, and when he saw a monster that dared to come towards him, he raised his sword impatiently.

Suddenly, there was a sound that came through many demon barriers, and Lin Feng froze.

"Lin Feng..."

"Lin Feng!"

"Lin - Feng -!"

"Snapped--"

A crisp voice sounded next to his ears, Lin Feng tilted his head, and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"Wake up your motherfucker!" The voice cursed and exploded in front of him, anxious and angry.

Lin Feng snapped back to his senses.

Standing in front of him, Shi Chongyan completely lost the demeanor of the Demon Lord, his whole body was in a state of distress, maintaining the movement of slapping the face with one hand, while holding the sword he stabbed firmly with the other, dark red blood dripped from the cracks of his fingers, along the The pitch-black blade slid towards Lin Feng's hand holding the hilt.

Lin Feng let go of his hand, and the sword fell to the ground with a bang, turning into a pile of black sand and falling into the void.

It was Shi Chongyan's saber, which was somehow summoned by Lin Feng.

"Are you awake?" Shi Chongyan panted and raised his eyebrows.

"...Wake up." Lin Feng's voice was inaudible.

But at this moment, he prefers that he is still in the dream.

He saw the ruined streets and the dark red blood all over the ground.

And just like the illusion just now, his blood-soaked hands.

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