White Master Black Disciple of Cultivation

The sky is as thick as ink, the water is gurgling, and the world is so quiet that only the sound of the heartbeat is left.

Where is this?who I am?

With a clatter, a naked and handsome man stood up from the holy pool, and the guard standing beside him was stunned for a moment, then turned pale with fright, and ran out while shouting: "Elder, elder! The devil is awake! The devil is awake!" !"

Before the guard could walk out of the gate, a black wind came in, and the elder he was talking about was already standing in front of the holy pool, looking at the naked man.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." The elder said without any ups and downs, but his tone was melodious and vicissitudes.

The naked man was fully dressed before he knew it. He raised his legs and stepped out of the red pool. The joints on his body were crackling, and it was unknown how long he hadn't moved.

"Who are you? My master?" The man put his hands behind his back openly, with his blood eyes narrowed slightly, he looked up and down the elder, waiting for his answer.

The elder, who was scrutinized by someone in a superior position, was not angry but happy, nodded and smiled: "Of course, you can think so, no one here can be your master except me."

Somehow, after getting an affirmative answer to this question, the man settled down and paid no attention to the question of who he was and who he was.

"I want to become stronger." The man raised his chin slightly, his bloody eyes were ignited with fierce fighting intent, and he looked into the elder's pair of abyss-black eyes without fear.

The elder, who thought it would take some time to explain, laughed loudly, and lifted the man up like lightning, and the two disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye.

On the boundless battlefield, a pair of figures appeared out of thin air, floating three feet above the ground.

The reason why it hangs in the air instead of landing is naturally because there is no place for people to stand on the ground.The corpses were stacked one on top of the other, densely packed, I don't know how many layers were stacked, the blood had already dried up, leaving only puddles of jet-black marks, and the breath of death floated in the air.

The elder pointed to a ray of white light in the sky and said: "That is the territory of the human race, and it is also the initial battlefield of our war."

"Humans and demons have been sworn enemies since ancient times, and a war between humans and demons breaks out every 500 years. This is the fifth war between humans and demons that I have experienced."

The man withdrew his gaze from afar and landed on the elder, a little surprised, as if he didn't expect that the elder who looked at most 50 years old was at least [-] years old.

Without noticing the man's gaze, the elder seemed to be lost in his own memories, and continued: "This war is the worst I have ever experienced. From the beginning, the demons have fallen into a passive state, and the battle line has been constantly moved back. But in just ten years, it has already moved here. At this rate, within 50 years, the demons will disappear from this world."

"It's a good thing you showed up at this time, Demon King." The elder withdrew his attention and focused his gaze on the man, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and there was something called "hope" hidden in his soft eyes.

As if he didn't expect that he was expected to be high, the man raised his eyebrows slightly and asked calmly: "What is the devil? What do I need to do?"

The elder slowly raised his right hand, pointed at the place where the gunpowder smoke was thickest, and said in a firm tone, "Fight! You just need to fight! This is the only way to make you stronger, and it is also the responsibility and obligation you must undertake as the devil king. .”

The man's pupils seemed to become redder with fighting spirit, he pursed his lips, without asking another word, just walked into the hell of killing slowly and firmly, as if this was a very common thing generally.

The elder who stopped and watched from a distance saw the man's evasion from the beginning to the active attack, and a gratified smile appeared in his eyes. He was worthy of being a demon king who came to kill.

Just as the elders thought, the Demon King's ability to adapt to the battlefield was terrifyingly powerful. Relying on his observation and instinct without knowing anything, he insisted on killing to the point where the nearby human monks were terrified.

Heads fell one by one, blood sprinkled all over the Demon King's body, steaming in the cold morning, he looked at the human monk in white with fierce eyes, rolled his tongue, licked off the blood on the side of his mouth, and then pulled He twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing a half-smile expression.

The human cultivator on the opposite side stared blankly at this scene. When the crotch became hot, an unknown liquid flowed down the trouser leg, and he was so frightened that he became incontinent.

"The devil! That must be the devil! The legendary devil has appeared!" The incontinent monk staggered back, shouting as he fled, as if this could explain why he became a deserter.

Escaping is a chain reaction. If one person does this, the second person will follow suit, and then the third and fourth will appear... After all, even if the human race has the upper hand, their people are still facing life at all times. Danger, no one does not want to live, especially when they have seen the ruthlessness of life.

Seeing the human monks receding like a tide, the demon army uttered a carnival-like cry, knelt neatly at the feet of the demon king, and shouted: "The demon king! The demon king! The demon king!"

Before breaking away from the excitement of the battle, he was immediately overwhelmed by excited cheers. The Demon King seemed to understand the meaning of his birth.

He is the king, the only king, with endless resources and supreme power under his feet, and the fate of the whole family on his shoulders.

After tearing off his shirt, the Demon King revealed his muscular upper body, which was full of bloodstains left by human monks, but he didn't care at all, raised his legs, and walked towards the human race.

"Go, get our things back."

The light words were like dropping a bomb in the demon clan, arousing the evil nature and blood of the demon clan. In a short while, the morale of the demon clan reached the highest point since the outbreak of the war.

And the human race over there also packed up the team, and beheaded the fastest escaper to show the public, stabilizing the morale of the army.

The even-handed war just started now. The demons swept away the previous decline, fought several victories one after another, and took back a large area of ​​land.

The number of manpower on the front line was constantly decreasing, and those reserve candidates who were thought to be unused were sent to the battlefield one by one, and a tense atmosphere spread among the human race.

Because of the characteristics of the demons that are not easy to perish, the number of people in the tribe has not fluctuated greatly, and these demons that are still alive have hundreds of times more combat experience than those who have just joined the human race.In the case of similar levels, the demons are almost sure to win.

In this tragic and protracted war, the most famous one is the "Midnight War".

The demons are dark, and the human race is bright. The distance closest to the human race is called "Midnight", where the heaven's favored sons of various sects gather, and it is the last line of defense for the human race against the demons' offensive.

No one expected that in this battle, those rumored geniuses lost their brilliance in front of the devil like glass seeing diamonds.

What is piled up with blood and sweat is the name of the Demon King resounding through the four worlds, and it is also a signal of the rise of the Demon Race.

The human race, who had been retreating one after another, finally realized that the demon race was no longer what it used to be. For a while, voices for peace continued to emerge, easily overshadowing the voices of the main fighters.

When the peace agreement book was placed on the table of the Demon King, he was not surprised at all. It seemed that the human race did what he expected. Even he himself felt a little strange about such a determined attitude, as if he had dealt with the human race before. of.

Under the admiring eyes of the elders, the Demon King signed the agreement. He is not a fool who only knows how to fight. He knows the importance of time to the Demon Race better than anyone else.

Moreover, recently his mind has been a little restless, and some memory fragments are always flashing in his mind, especially during battles.These memory fragments sometimes allow him to gain an instant insight into the opponent's flaws, but sometimes they make him so dazed that he almost loses his life, both good and bad.

This also made him realize that he hadn't been asleep all the time before he became the Demon King. Something must have happened, something profound but painful.

He wanted to retrieve this lost memory, even though the elders were worried about it, thinking that it was a manipulation by the human race. After all, all his memory images were about the human race.

Rejecting the elder's suggestion to stay obediently in the devil's palace and read the news of the human race, the devil king decided to go directly to the human race, but this identity had to be disguised.

The devil's fingers lightly skimmed over the portraits, paused when he saw a name, pointed to the "Wooden Sword Immortal" written on it, and parted his lips lightly, "Is this sword immortal very powerful? Why has he never met him?"

The elder stroked his gray beard, shook his head and nodded again, and explained: "Jiang Muxuan has only been promoted to immortality for a hundred years, and his strength is not very strong, but his potential is huge. I heard that the human race said that he is a 'rarely seen in a thousand years' Genius'."

A laugh sounded, the Demon King picked up the portrait, handed it to the elder, and said coldly: "It just so happens that I am best at killing geniuses, so that's it."

Respectfully put away the portrait, the elder took out a stiff human body, and briefly introduced: "Chen Huo, nine hundred years old, late half-immortal, casual cultivator, good at using swords, because the deadline is approaching, in order to break through the bottleneck, I want to go to participate in the selection of the wooden sword fairy's waiter, in order to gain insights."

The Demon King glanced at Chen Huo, who was fairly good-looking, nodded, and turned into a cloud of black mist, burrowing into Chen Huo's body.

The elder, who was not surprised by this scene, bowed respectfully after seeing "Chen Huo" open his eyes, "I wish the Demon King a smooth trip."

After adapting to the human body in place for a while, the Demon King nodded slightly, flew straight out, and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

The author has something to say: Because it is a short story, the timeline will be drawn faster and the plot will be more compact, so I should be able to understand it~