The Demon Lord's Beginning Be Manual

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The latter jumped up barely enough to prevent him from being split in two.

"Husband, what are you doing?" Yu Lingluo shouted angrily, as if she was the most innocent person here.

"You'd better get out of here," Xie Yang said, "My family will be jealous."

After all, flying forward, it was another sword.

Yu Lingluo: "Do you think my appearance is not good? Don't worry, I am only using this body temporarily. Now I share the same body with others. That is the first-class top-grade one. You must like it!"

She talked too much nonsense, Xie Yang was annoyed by it, and wanted to make a quick decision.He raised his eyes and looked at the sky. After the thick clouds and showers, there was still a long time before the real dawn.

He wholeheartedly wanted Yu Lingluo to die, how could the latter not feel it, finally, when Xie Yang chopped the place where she was standing into a pile of charred black again, she showed her back fangs.

"Sure enough, if you lose your spiritual core, you will become a mortal—then give me all your remaining value!"

While speaking, Yu Lingluo's five fingers flew up and down, Xie Yang suddenly felt ghostly energy around him, the evil spirits in his body were rampant, and they wanted to break out of his body!

Arrogant!

Arrogance is just under the vein of Fenzhou City!

But why does it appear here?

Without allowing him to think about it, the backyard of Lan's house lit up crimson, shining like a flame.

Xie Yang's heart skipped a beat, he remembered that it was the place where Lan Yuxi planted ghosts to keep fire.

This Yulingluo actually wanted to use his hostility to attract the flower demon.

What does she want to do?

Drag everyone into illusion?

Suddenly, there was a clear and clear sound amidst the pattering rain, Xie Yang saw Huangfu Zhou Zheng stumbling open the door opposite the red mist, "Come on, come on!" ! "

It seemed that she was too tired, and she fell to the ground after saying this sentence.

Xie Yang resolutely abandoned Yu Lingluo and rushed towards her...

Unexpectedly, this collision stopped the rain, and everything disappeared suddenly, even the familiar picture in front of his eyes was no longer.

asshole!

He is already in the illusion!

Xie Yang was very anxious, afraid that Yu Lingluo would take advantage of him, he forced himself to calm down and think of a way out.

Without spiritual power, without arrogance, what else does he have...

In front of his eyes is a world of red and black, and Xie Yang is in the sea of ​​flowers made up of large expanses of ghostly fire. There is no end to the front and back, only the flowers and the layers of waves they turn up, with a radius of tens of thousands of miles, mysterious and beautiful , the evil spirit is pressing...

In today's world, someone actually created such a huge illusion.

Who will he be?

What is his purpose?

In terms of the hostility carried by Xie Yang, it is undoubtedly bad news for so many ghosts to bloom in front of him, but for Xie Yang, this is a good time to completely get rid of the control of arrogance.

At the same time, the wind was blowing from all directions, and the flower demon in the bud broke free from the flower it was perched on, and opened its silver eyes one by one, staring straight at Xie Yang, as if he was a rare delicacy .

Sensing the ghostly aura of the flower demon, the evil spirits in Xie Yang's body were even crazier than before, and even ignored the oath they had made, they tore his body and came out one after another.

The devilish energy shot straight into the sky, Xie Yang stretched out his arms, letting the pain sweep over him.

Arrogant didn't seem to agree with his actions, and suddenly appeared in Xie Yang's hand in the illusion.In the next second, the magic sword smashed the bodies of countless flower demons into pieces. When he opened his eyes again, Xie Yang's eyes showed unusual blood red, and he seemed to have been completely manipulated by arrogance.

Demonic energy and demonic energy intertwined and spread, and thunder and lightning flashed in the night sky.

Xie Yang shuttled back and forth in the ghost fire formation with his hands in his hand, behind him were the tens of thousands of souls who died in the battle between humans and demons thousands of years ago.

This time, Xie Yang's spiritual consciousness completely fell into a deep pool of spiritual consciousness. He could see the fighting outside, but he couldn't hear the sound, and he couldn't feel the pain. It seemed that his body no longer belonged to him, and he It's just a small one among the thousands of dead souls.

He was palpably close to their pain.

Stripping away those ferocious and cruel appearances and cruel and ruthless means, Xie Yang watched them turn into crying children one by one:

"Aniang, it's so dark here, I'm so scared..."

"When can we get out of here?"

"Don't fight anymore...I miss home, I want to go home..."

And looked at them one by one.

The best memory of his life is still deep in his mind, but his hands and feet uncontrollably pick up weapons and fight.

Xie Yang suddenly felt sorry for them. If there hadn't been that catastrophic battle ten thousand years ago, how many reincarnations would they have gone through now?

The forces on both sides are constantly weakening. At this time, the ghost fire demon seems to be inspired, and gathers together from all directions, getting taller and bigger, and gradually grows four limbs, and grows into a person.

This person is about 30 feet tall, in Xie Yang's field of vision, he has already reached the stage of a giant with his head above the sky and his feet on the ground.

Although this is just a pieced together, fake person like a sculpture, but Xie Yang still recalled him with his good memory——

Jiang Yu? !

Why would it be him?

Could it be that when he dragged himself into the flower mirror, he also wanted to help him get rid of the hostility in his body?

Xie Yang couldn't be sure, because he knew very little about Jiang Yu, he could barely remember that he regarded human life as nothing, and even shot an arrow at himself...

Unexpectedly, the magic sword that has always been regarded as a myth and claimed to be able to win the world began to be beaten back again and again by "Jiang Yu". In an instant, the business of crying children in Xie Yang's spiritual knowledge increased in vain, and it was not as good as before. There is nothing but pure grievances that have been buried for thousands of years in the malice that is persuasive and persuasive.

Carried by such a wave of pain, many murmurs sounded in Xie Yang's ears in a timely manner, some belonged to him, some belonged to Jiang Shuyu, and some... those who had never been able to say it. talk:

"Master, why do we hold swords?"

"Keep what you want, protect what you love."

"Other monks say that, but what does it mean?"

"It means that everyone and my family will be safe and sound."

"Really? Then have you guarded everything?"

"I...I didn't."

"It's okay, the days to come will be long, I can accompany you."