blues paradox

"His Majesty the Demon King is here!" The voice was very soft, but it lingered around the field for a long time. There was a faint wave of magic power in the air, and the blues were speechless. It's really creative to use magic power in this kind of place.

Lantiao found that people in the stands around him knelt down one after another. However, among the contestants around Lantiao, there were very few people kneeling. It seems that the discord among the various forces in the Demon Realm has become serious enough to despise the imperial power. The Demon Realm is out of the question Peace, it doesn't matter if there is more chaos.Leaning against the barrier nonchalantly, Blues thought not seriously, that's good, at least he doesn't have to stand abruptly in the crowd alone.

From a distance, one can see someone on the opposite side walking up to the throne surrounded by a large group of people. The distance is too far for people to see his appearance clearly, and one can only feel a deep air full of murderous intent overwhelming the sky. Come on, spread rapidly in the training ground, this is... the magic pressure of His Majesty the Demon King.

Lan Tuo couldn't help stiffening his body, cold sweat dripped down his cheeks, he suddenly felt his own insignificance and incompetence, the huge pressure mixed with murderous aura seemed to tear him apart, like a boulder bearing a heavy weight, It seemed that I could hardly stand up straight.Lan Tuo subconsciously used the magic resistance in his body to barely stabilize his figure. He supported the barrier with one hand, trying his best to restrain the fear and trembling rising from the depths of his soul, as well as the unstoppable desire to go down. The impulse to kneel and worship.

The millennium magic power in Lan Tuo's body is still like this, let alone those rookies in the demon world who are only more than 100 years old, one after another, they cannot bear the pressure and kneel on the ground, and some even passed out directly.Lan Tiao doesn't care and has no time to care about how other people are, he only knows that he can't bow his head and knees here; Lan Tiao is not a person who is too obsessed with dignity, the nature of the demons is to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, he just feels that if he breaks at this time Since then, he has lost the qualification to stand beside the god-like person; he straightened his back, and his slender body trembled slightly in the cold wind, and was on the verge of falling; he raised his head and looked directly at the demon king opposite, The emerald green pupils seemed to ignite the surface of a lake of flames, more dazzling and shining than the stars in the human world.

Maybe a few hours later, maybe it was just a blink of an eye, the pressure suddenly disappeared, Lantiao finally recovered, turned around and leaned against the enchantment, panting lowly, only to find that the surroundings were all except the leaders of the parties. His instructor is the only contestant who is still standing.

Lan Tuo lowered his eyes and sighed self-deprecatingly. In this way, it was impossible to keep a low profile. Suddenly, all kinds of surprised, probing or ruthless calculation eyes fell on him without hindrance. The oppressive and slightly unstable negative emotions are rampant in the blood at this moment, clamoring to explode.The gloomy and dead breath gradually overflowed from his body. He raised his head and scanned the surroundings. The clear and peaceful emerald green eyes in the past were full of undisguised cruelty and killing, and the whole body was even wrapped in materialized black smoke. The whole person seemed to be Shura, who was bathed in blood, made people dare not look directly at him, as if he would be dragged into the bloody hell if he just looked at him like this.

"enough."

It seems that someone's helpless and doting sigh came to my ears, my cold body fell into a warm embrace, the familiar fragrance of roses lingered cheerfully at the tip of my nose, Lan Tiao looked back blankly, her silver hair fell into the blood-red clouds. Against the background, it looks like a burning flame, burning all his anxiety and tyranny to ashes.

"Father……"