The tyrant fell in love with his master again [Rebirth]

Fu Hanzhang realized something was wrong the moment he was covered by the golden seal of Fumo.

Yunxiu is just a golden core monk, even if he burns his cultivation, it is impossible to compete with him.But when the strange golden light passed by, the spiritual power of his whole body faded like a tide, and the alchemy formed by the foundation also began to vibrate violently.

Dark red air flowed out of his body uncontrollably, different from the grandeur and gentleness of spiritual power, this breath gave people a sharp and cold feeling.

His appearance has also undergone slight changes, the original bright and beautiful reveals a trace of coquettishness and evil, and a pair of dark eyes have also turned into scarlet.

"Is this... demon energy?"

Lu Yunxiu was the highest, and immediately sensed something was wrong, "This person is actually a demon who hides his identity?!"

Hearing this, everyone in the room was in an uproar, monks and demons have always been at odds with each other, and they would fight to the death if they bumped into each other on weekdays, let alone let the demons get mixed into such a grand event as the Tianlei Dabi?

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a great shame and humiliation to the cultivation world.

"how can that be?"

Su Tongguang was so startled that the ending sound changed, and he subconsciously looked at the white-clothed Fuxiu next to him.

He originally thought that Lin Yebei would also be terrified. After all, none of their brothers and sisters had been able to discover Fu Hanzhang's true identity these days.

But the man's face was sour and disappointed, but the shock was pitifully small.

As if I had expected it in my heart.

"Little Bei, you..."

He frowned, and was about to ask a question, but the situation on the field suddenly changed——

Before the cultivators of Tianleicheng and other test participants could react, Yunxiu had pulled out the Cloud Splitting Spear brazenly, his eyes gleamed with silver, and his expression was ferocious:

"Naughty beast, give back my sister's life!"

He moved very quickly, from drawing the gun to sprinting smoothly, and at the same time, Fu Hanzhang suddenly sneered:

"The familiar silver eyes... really disgusting."

Intense demonic energy shot out around him, the long crow-black hair flew away like flowing feathers, the slender bones that belonged to young people were quickly drawn tall and high, the divine light in the blood pupils was blazing, and he looked down upon him.

The dark red light blade gushed out from his Xiujie fingertips, and the moment it touched the tip of the Yunxiu Spear, it exploded, cutting the tough magic weapon into several pieces like cutting tofu, and then slashed hard on Yunxiu covering the protective heart. The chest of the armor.

Yunxiu's forward posture stopped suddenly for a moment, and then his armor disintegrated into hundreds of pieces, and his body flew upside down, with blood pouring from his mouth.

Lu Yun and the others rushed forward to catch him, and saw a shocking groove in his chest, bleeding from his mouth and nose, he was exhaling too much and not inhaling.

"Beating the disciples of the Immortal Sect in public, how can Tianlei City allow you, the remnant of the demon clan, to be so rampant!" Lu Yun was frightened and angry, looking back at the cultivators of Tianlei City behind him and shouted in a deep voice, "The cultivators of Tianlei City listen to my orders, Five in one, line up the demon-killing array!"

The five people are like lightning, and they are arranged in the order of one, three, two, with the brilliance of spiritual power in their hands.Soon, a cluster of circular magic circles with complicated patterns rose from the bottom of their feet.

The Demon Killing Formation is a secret formation unique to Tianlei City, which can restrain all monks below the Tribulation Transcendence Period, trapping them in place and unable to move.

The magic circle expanded to a size of ten feet in a blink of an eye, and countless tentacles of spiritual power stretched out, wrapping around Fu Hanzhang's legs and arms.

But he just raised the corners of his mouth wantonly, a flame-like dark red line emerged from the center of his brows, and a pair of purple-black dragon horns slowly protruded from both ends of his forehead, which were crystal-clear and extremely charming.

He lightly parted his bright red lips, and said with a low smile, "Broken."

As soon as the words fell, red light surged all over his body, and he rushed into the demon-slaying formation like a sharp sword, stirring up the whirling of spiritual power into chaos.

The spiritual power collapsed, and Lu Yun, who was the eye of the formation, suffered the most damage. In an instant, the spiritual power of his body protection collapsed, his joints cracked, and blood spurted wildly.

"Senior Brother Lu!" The Demon Slaying Formation was broken, and the other disciples rushed up to support him, regardless of their positions.

Lu Yun's lips were bleeding, his expression was gloomy and uncertain, and suddenly he remembered something, and his face changed drastically.

He pointed at Fu Hanzhang, his voice trembling:

"Purple-black dragon horns, flame magic pattern, and a cultivation level above the catastrophe... Are you, Wudu Demon Lord?!"

As soon as these words came out, the entire platform was suddenly so quiet that a needle could be heard.

Everyone knows the name of Wudu Demon Lord, but no one knows his true identity. They only know that he has a stunning appearance, with a pair of purple and black dragon horns, and a gorgeous flame pattern between his eyebrows.

According to legend, 300 years ago, he was born on the shore of the Nightmare Sea where evil beasts were entrenched. Because of his strength, he was adopted by the former northern demon king Fu Chengze as his adopted son. He fought in all directions and gradually unified the perennially chaotic demon realm.

According to the rumors, this demon king is cruel and brutal. He has led the demons to attack Tianlei City several times, threatening to find the whereabouts of the fairy god Dian Cang. just give up.

Si Xi, the Immortal Venerable of Diancang, had long since fallen in the Battle of Slaying the Sky, leaving no bones left.

If Fu Hanzhang is really the Demon King of No Transcendence, in the face of a terrifying cultivation level beyond the realm of Transcendence, everyone present would have no way out.

"Damn..."

Su Tongguang clenched Jiang Liu's sword hilt convulsively. The once docile and amiable little nephew turned out to be a ferocious demon king. He could not accept this shocking fact in a short time.

Before he could react, his fingers were covered by something delicate and cold, his wrist numb, and the long sword fell out of his hand.

"Eldest brother," Lin Yebei's hoarse voice rang in his ears, "I will lend you Jiang Liu."

"What are you doing?" Su Tongguang wanted to stop him with his backhand, but he didn't expect that the other party had already used spiritual power to seal his soft numb acupoint, taking advantage of his unpreparedness.

Seeing Lin Yebei running towards the platform without looking back, You Sizhu frowned, and Yu Jian chased after him: "I'll bring him back!"

On the platform, Fu Hanzhang looked at the two figures who were getting closer and closer to him, and the arc of his mouth became more and more ironic.

How similar is this scene to 300 years ago?

He snorted coldly, and the demonic energy surged, knocking the disciples from Tianleicheng who had rushed up to the ground. Then he turned around, and Shi Shiran met Lin Yebei's sight.

"Master." He tilted his head slightly, narrowed his crimson eyes, and spoke with the same intimacy as before.

Lin Yebei's heart trembled violently, and he bit his lips silently, but You Sizhu spoke first:

"Hanzhang, you have to give us an explanation."

"It's in vain that we put our trust in you. Since you are a demon king, why did you hide your identity and come to Xiaobei's side?"

"Hahahaha!" Fu Hanzhang opened his eyes wide, then covered them suddenly, and laughed wildly.

The dark red air lingering around him quickly subsided, revealing a coquettish and thick face, fingertips slid down the high eyebrows, and stayed on the corners of the rosy lips: "Yes, Gu is indeed Wudu Demon Lord."

"As for why you came to the mortal world..."

He didn't even look at You Sizhu, his eyes were firmly locked on Lin Yebei: "Master should know better than Gu, shouldn't he?"

The teeth cut deep into the corners of the lips unconsciously, and the dark red blood flowed down the corners of Lin Yebei's mouth and dripped onto the sword.

Fu Hanzhang's words completely wiped out the last trace of luck in his heart.

It has been 300 years since Wudu Demon Lord was born, and it has been 300 years since the end of the Heaven Slaying War. He exhausted everything to attack Tianlei City, just to avenge Si Xi's severance of love and heart, but he had to fight because of the death of the enemy. Die and give up.

The piercing hatred cannot be eliminated, so after meeting himself in the Demon Realm who looks very similar to Si Xi, he hides his cultivation and pretends to approach him, the purpose is nothing more than to gain his trust, and then wait for the opportunity to make the pain of the past a thousand times worse. return.

And he... did get what he wanted.

But why does my heart hurt so much, as if being torn apart by life?

Lin Yebei frowned and suppressed the stench rising from his throat. The ruthless root in his body had decayed too much, and his spiritual power was not functioning smoothly at all.

Only by relying on the accumulated few talismans to narrowly win the competition just now did Su Tongguang's Jiang Liu be in his hands.

If it hadn't been for Dabi's third test to accidentally restore the whole picture of the Battle of Killing Heaven, he would not have realized that it was not the so-called "inner demon" that cracked his ruthless root, but the memory of his previous life that was lost due to the loss of his soul. .

But no matter what, in his opinion, he and Si Xi are always two different people.

Whether the person in front of him is Fu Hanzhang, or the reincarnated Yuan Zhao, their love and hatred are all about Si Xi alone——

There shouldn't be any connection with Lin Yebei, who was born cold, indifferent, and ignorant of human feelings.

"...Fu Hanzhang," he panted, "if you still regard me as your master, then don't involve innocent people."

"There is a grievance, there is a debtor, and everything is directed at me."

"Xiao Bei, what stupid things are you talking about!"

Not far away, Su Tongguang shouted angrily and was about to pounce on him, but suddenly found that he couldn't move his legs at all.

He turned around in shock, and saw that the smooth ground had been covered with white vines at some point, with tiny fluff growing on the vines, tightly entangled his wrists and ankles.

The change didn't just happen to him alone, except for Lin Yebei and the other three, all the monks in the illusion were firmly restrained in place.

With a jolt in his heart, he subconsciously looked at where Nan Wuyue was. Originally he was worried about her safety, but the moment he saw the scene in front of him clearly, he lost his voice in horror.

Nine slender and fluffy snow-white fox tails protruded from under the crimson robe, and the slender figure that belonged to a girl was no longer, but turned into a straight and tall man's figure.

Nan Wuyue raised her chin slightly, her front was open, her black hair was loose, her pair of furry fox ears trembled slightly, her eyes were full of charm, and her peach blossom eyes were filled with a pink halo.

"Little Susu, what do you see me doing?" He said with a smile, his voice was soft and hoarse that belonged to a man.

"...Ah Yue?" Su Tongguang gritted his molars hard, squeezed out a few words, and then couldn't speak anymore.

He stared at Nan Wuyue who was approaching him, the veins on his forehead stretched, and the blood on his face faded away.

"Why, are you surprised?"

Nan Wuyue pointed her finger at her lips and said innocently, "His Majesty the Demon Monarch came to the contest in person, and as his left protector, how can I stand by and watch?"

Wudu Demon Monarch...Left Guardian...

In a trance, there seemed to be a thunderbolt passing through his mind, and he suddenly remembered that there were two capable generals under the Wudu Demon Monarch, one was the grizzly bear demon king Qin Yucang who had fought many battles, and the other was an incomparable genius of the fox clan. Wei Tian Hu Wu Yue Greed.

The fox clan is naturally seductive and can transform into male and female forms freely. Therefore, not only them, but even the female cultivators in Qiongying Valley have not been able to see the true identity of "her" for such a long time.

"No wonder I have visited Xiao Qiaofeng many times, but I have no impression of you," Chu Ningyan said coldly not far away, "Guardian Zuo is really a good means."

"Senior Sister Chu praised it absurdly. This twig vine is my magic weapon. The more I struggle, the tighter the bondage will be. All fellow Taoists, it's better to be quiet."

Wu Yue's greedy smile was charming, but her eyes didn't reach the bottom of her eyes. Her gaze went straight past Su Tongguang and landed on the platform.

After hearing Lin Yebei's words, Fu Hanzhang remained silent for a long time, and when he raised his eyes again, his expression was already dark:

"Master... Do you think that you still have the capital to negotiate with Gu?"

The dark red demonic energy around him scattered in all directions, and the killing intent poured down like quicksilver: "The monks in Tianlei City don't regret dying."

Seeing him threatening to attack, You Sizhu finally couldn't bear it any longer, and stabbed with his sword: "Don't talk nonsense!"

Whether it was the man's deceit all the time, or the cruelty of killing the innocent, it was enough for him to let go of the last trace of the master-student friendship.

The Yuanyang sword made a loud sword cry, and the spiritual power of the golden core circulated to the extreme in You Sizhu's dantian. The power of the sword had already surpassed the limit of the realm, and it even penetrated through the obstacles of the demonic energy, and hit Fu Hanzhang's chest directly.

Thick black long hair fluttered in the air, and the Demon Lord didn't show much expression on his delicate and beautiful face. He just raised his fingertips and aimed at You Sizhu's heart.

The devilish energy gushed out from his fingertips, with a speed comparable to that of a long sword. He actually took the opponent's life regardless of his own injury.

Realizing Fu Hanzhang's plan, Lin Yebei's heart twitched violently. Suddenly, he didn't have time to think, Jiang Liu shook his hand, and rushed towards his right shoulder with a sharp sword wind.

This is what he must save when attacking the enemy. Originally, he only wanted to block Fu Hanzhang's movements, but he didn't expect that the opponent suddenly withdrew the magic energy of the body protection.

Two sharp sword blades pierced his shoulders and front front immediately, and thick blood gushed out, instantly staining the plain clothes!

no, he is not……

Lin Yebei's body trembled violently, his chest groaned, and he almost lost his grip on the sword for a while, but Fu Hanzhang didn't care about the bleeding wound at all, but his phoenix eyes sank instantly.

He threw out a wave of devilish energy to restrain You Sizhu's movements, then raised his eyes and stared at the person in front of him without blinking.

"Master." The slender fingers grasped the sword body, and then slowly tightened it, letting the sharpness cut the flesh, and the blood flowed.

Fu Hanzhang's eyes were dark and deep, his red lips were slightly curved, and his voice was extremely low and hoarse:

"Are you... wanting to kill me with a sword again?"

The author has something to say: I almost finished writing this passage while crying

Today’s trap is completely overwhelmed. There are hundreds of subscriptions, but the position has been falling crazily. I don’t know if it’s the system’s targeting, or I’m just so unlucky. No one can save me when I’m unlucky.

I have spent a lot of thought on "Tyrant". From the beginning to the present, I have gone through more than a dozen revisions from beginning to end, large and small. I have found reviews and let my friends read it several times. Let it out for everyone to see

As a result, it fluttered silently, and I watched my hard work being thrown on the ground, and then trampled to pieces

Xiaobei and Hanzhang shouldn’t have to go through this. To me, they are very precious and fresh people. I hope to give them the best future, but I still failed.

It has been less than a year since I signed the contract, and I have written 100 million words. I am undoubtedly hardworking among the authors of the same period, and I am constantly improving and upgrading myself.But why am I the only one who always loses hope and is always beaten down by reality when everything is going well? ? ?

Why, why... I really like writing articles, and I really want to tell my story to everyone, but I don't know how to do it... All the collections are accumulated by me little by little, I don't understand Why do the clicks drop so badly that they will even be surpassed by people whose final points are much, much lower than mine?

There is still a part of the manuscript for this article, I will try my best to adjust my status before the manuscript is exhausted... But when I think of the situation that I may face infinite byes, being ignored or even stand-alone in the future, I can't help feeling ashamed

I really don’t understand. Seeing a lot of people writing smoothly and smoothly, I feel sincere envy and sadness. Their world is gorgeous and splendid, and all their hard work can be rewarded. Only I can only stay where I am with all my strength. Not even hope of seeing the light

So tired, so hard, so hopeless

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