The devil has brought his family's Heavenly Tribulation down again

Lu Yang was dumbfounded.

To tell the truth, Old Demon Lu has come and gone all his life. He has never experienced any strange things, never dealt with any weird people, and never resolved any emergencies... He even dared to wield a sword that doesn't even look like ghosts and nightmares. Relatively, he even dared to bet his life against God, he is definitely an outright arrogant gambler, and his heart capacity is estimated to be hundreds of times higher than that of normal people.

But when Rong Sha pressed his waist and said the word "A Yang" softly, his heart beat wildly twice.And here is the extremely dangerous Tianhe, he just managed to calm down the fluctuation of Qi and blood, at this time his heart was beating wildly, almost made him spit out a mouthful of old blood, and died on the spot.

Even if he didn't die, Lu Yang felt that it was almost the same.

He coughed twice, his throat was sweet, his eyes turned black, and a burst of dizziness passed, Lu Yang frowned and looked around, stretched out his hand, and pressed his chest tightly again.

With one or two more heartbeats, the mouthful of blood he swallowed so easily might really spill out into the sky!

There is no other reason, just because the scene in front of him is too unimaginable. Compared with the little docile Ning Nineteen in the dreamland, the impact on Lu Yang of this scene is almost doubled - no, tenfold .

The place where he is standing now has unknowingly crossed the boundary of thousands of miles, leaping for several years, from the abyss of thousands of feet, to the top of Jinxiu Mountain, which is verdant and verdant.Dijun, Fenghuang, and Ning Jiu, no one was by his side. Although it was a common sight to see, it looked extremely strange now.

Behind him is the extremely familiar gentleman tree.

In front of him was a very familiar person.

That man was full of murderous intent, with cold eyes and eyebrows. Although he staggered along with his broken body and looked like he was going to die at any moment, no one dared to attack him directly, and no one dared to underestimate or belittle him. Insolence.

——It was a ferocious beast on the verge of death, its breath was dying, its bones were broken and bloody, and it only had the strength left for its last pounce.But it was his only counterattack before he died, and I am afraid that no one in the world can guarantee that he will survive without injury.

Lu Yang stared at the man with complicated eyes for a long while, and silently deduced the confrontation between himself and him in his mind, and the answer he got made him smile bitterly.

He couldn't beat that one, even if Ning Jiujiu was by his side as a helper, he still couldn't beat that one.

Even the person standing opposite him, looking coldly and sideways——

is himself.

Lu Yang has seen countless illusions.There is the lowest level of scene bubbles that are as empty as duckweed, and he can see hundreds of loopholes and mistakes without even taking a second look. Half troubled; in addition, there are also super-advanced and thick works of nature, such as Xiao Ning Nineteen I saw a while ago, who is so vivid that he is like a real person. Destroy the foundation of the existence of the illusion, so as to get rid of the psychedelic dilemma.

And among those countless fantasies, the one that gives Lu Yang the most headache is actually the other one—that is, the one in front of him: it's called illusion, but it's comparable to reality;

In short, the past is brought up again, and the scene reappears. Although what is reflected in the eyes is an illusory scene, it actually existed, which is equivalent to memory.

This kind of illusion is not offensive, Lu Yang stands aside, like an invisible traveler through time, only for observation, never intervening in the slightest.

Lu Yang figured out the environment he was in immediately, but this didn't let him breathe a sigh of relief. On the contrary, it made him more suspicious, his mood fluctuated, and he almost got out of a crazy situation.

Because when was the murderous self in front of me, walking on the brink of death?

Not impressed at all!

The mountain is Puci Mountain near the colorful forest sea, the tree is the most common gentleman tree, and the person is a genuine old devil... This illusion is impeccable, and it proves Lu Yang's view of it as "memory replay" "judgment.

This memory obviously did not come from him, but most likely came from that inexplicable phoenix... Lu Yang pinched his brows, gradually calmed down, thinking about the purpose of the phoenix to show him this memory.

First of all, it is necessary to understand the time node of this memory.

He trotted along the mountain road for a while, but found no useful information, so he turned his gaze back to Lu Laomo who was opposite him, and waited for some reactions from this man, to see if he could find a breakthrough.

Sure enough, Rong Sha showed him that this memory was not just for nothing - the person opposite was not inactive, after a period of silence, he finally spoke.

That old devil Lu just didn't want to speak, but when he spoke, his voice vibrated Lin Yue, covering all directions, and his voice spread thousands of miles away:

"A bunch of trash, what are you still dawdling about?"

Well, let's make a mockery first, it really is my favorite style...

Lu Yang clicked his tongue and sighed, only to hear that person continue:

"Yundu has been dead for 20 years, hmph, still no one can kill a certain one, and become the second generation of Naoshizi?"

"..."

This sentence has a lot of meaning, Lu Yang bit his lower lip, shook his head, to make sure that he heard correctly.

Yun—the first emperor Yun?

Dead for 20 years?Just dead for 20 years?

Isn't that the super super super old imperial calendar from a million years ago? !

That's right, although it was close to ancient legends at that time, there are also historical records to be found.The Heavenly Demon Phoenix has indeed existed in the world, probably the first or second generation, and then allowed to kill Li Wei, and can only be reborn in embarrassment in the green forest, and never dare to step foot in the world of mortals... Phoenix is ​​reborn from the ashes, his soul remains unchanged, his appearance Minor changes, only black magic will be greatly reduced... It is common sense to have this ancient memory.

However, Lu Yang saw that he was mocking all living beings in the world, so he really didn't want to accept it so casually.

Why did I go to the ancient legends millions of years ago?

It turns out that my age is not only five thousand years old, but has already grown to seven figures? ?

Because this conclusion was too horrifying, Lu Yang quickly questioned the authenticity of this scene of memory.But at this time, there was a new change in front of him.

"Wu Na devil, don't go crazy! You have offended the wrath of the sky, today, this old man will represent hundreds of millions of people—"

"Noisy."

"..."

In the blink of an eye from Lu Yang, a cultivator with a thick voice and vicissitudes of life had already fallen.That person hadn't even finished speaking, and his figure hadn't even approached, but a cloud of spiritual rain suddenly rose from the sky thousands of miles away, cruelly exposing the fact that this person was dead.

Seeing the purity and density of the spiritual rain, Lu Yang reckoned that when he died in his previous life, it was at most this weight.

He sighed in horror, and at this moment, another challenger blatantly said:

"You even dare to kill the Son of Destiny! Ha, you are insane, the sky is angry and the people are angry, the law of heaven will never bless you again, you have already—"

"ridiculous."

"..."

In just two more words, another peerless powerhouse fell.Lu Yang saw the second spiritual rain in the distance, and his body swayed slightly.

I had misjudged myself, even if this man was on the verge of falling and couldn't stand firmly, Weisha was a little bit colder than when he was at his strongest back then—maybe, how many times?

The power of a battle, what is only the power of a battle... Well, as the big devil said, it is really ridiculous.

After the No. 2 dead person appeared, the people hiding around couldn't hold their breath anymore.However, they learned a little bit smarter, instead of giving themselves verbal consolation before making a move—because it seemed more like a talisman—they began to hide their bodies, cooperate with each other, and try to catch the devil by surprise.

There was a crackling sound, and half of Putz Mountain was blown away in an instant, and even the blue sky above it had a tendency to collapse and collapse.

But the devil on the top of the mountain is still standing against the wind, his bloody clothes are flying around, his hair is fluttering, he looks more like a fairy than a dead person.

On the other hand, those who took the shot have all lost their minds and souls, and only the aura in their bodies scattered into rain, irrigating the land of the real world that is no longer benevolent.

Lu Yang was left with complete silence.

Finally, there was a trace of tiredness on the face of the devil on the opposite side.He coughed, and he was half a beat behind when he shot again. He failed to kill a red-clothed woman who fell from the sky in time, and was pointed at his chest with a knife.

"Fox, stop—stop!"

The woman's skill is extraordinary, relying on the few gaps that her companion broke through with her life, she dashed forward and achieved impressive results with great difficulty.But she did not have the boundless resentment and murderous aura of the previous few, and she was even more frightened, and even a little sad:

"We don't need to kill each other! Don't you want to find out the whereabouts of the sky monster Phoenix? Let me tell you, don't do it anymore!"

"If I don't do it, someone will force me to do it."

"No, no! They shout slogans every day, but what do they really want, don't you cunning fox understand? Your life? How much is your life worth to them? Well, they All I want is your sword, and all you have to do is give me the sword—"

"Don't think about it."

"……Hey?"

"Nineteen kalpas belong to me. After Xiaorong's death, the only friend who can accompany me and understand me. To you, this is a priceless treasure, so why not to me?"

"Hey, fox, you have to gamble your life and wealth just for this thing, what kind of shit friend, is it worth it?"

"You might as well tell your companions about this. They bet their lives, but I didn't."

The devil showed a faint smile, grabbed the tip of the knife with his blood-stained fingers, and then slowly moved it aside.

He spread his bloody palm to the woman, then shook it, and the blood fell all over the ground.

"However, I gambled on something else... You see, I could heal myself, but Xiaorong said that it made me feel the pain, so I let it hurt and enjoy myself , no complaints." He said, "You ask me if it's worth it? But I want to ask you too, if you chase me for thousands of years, is it worth it?"

The woman withdrew the knife and sighed: "It's not worth it at all, you incomprehensible stinky fox, chasing you, hmph, it's not worth it at all!"

"Then do you regret it?"

"...Ahaha." The woman laughed, "I enjoy myself and have no complaints."

"That's it."

"……fox."

"Ah."

"When you die, remember to leave the nineteen kalpas to me. Anyway, I treat you differently from others. There is hard work without credit. You have to give me 01:30 in return, right?"

"It's a pity." The devil said leisurely, "I want to die but I can't get it. I'm afraid you won't see me when I die."

A long arrow crossed thousands of miles of space, arrived suddenly, without sound, and reached the middle of the devil's brow.The air whistling at the arrow tail, the spiritual energy burst, and the white mist that swept in was like a knife like an axe, breaking a row of hard Junzi trees in the middle, and kicking up countless soil and sandstones in the mountains... All these things make people wonder about the power of the arrow. cannot be underestimated.

The aftermath is still so sharp, how terrifying and sharp is the concentrated essence of the arrowhead?

The devil's skin and flesh can't resist such a sharp edge, of course, he doesn't want to block it either.

A dragon chant sounded, and the long arrow froze in the air, unable to advance further.

In the next breath, the arrow broke out of thin air, and then shattered into countless fine foams, blasting out terrifying spiritual energy ripples.

The woman took a step back, avoiding the aftermath of the shattered long arrow, and sighed: "Spontaneously protect the lord, and those who block it are Biyi... Is this your supreme sword called Nineteen Calamities?"

The devil nodded, then shook his head again.

"--are friends."