Bao Yang, understand?

Shen Fu fell from the clouds.

He even dug out bones to save Shi Ji.

Even Di Chen, who was sitting on the clouds, couldn't help being moved by his feelings.

It's really sincere, otherwise how could you sacrifice your life to save the other party.

This is also good, Shi Ji is resurrected, Shen Fu is also dead, and he can just take advantage of it.

With the blessing of the power of the demon world, maybe I don't have to work so hard.

Forget it, let's go.

The great love in this world always ends in tragedy.People who take love too seriously will eventually be hurt by love.Shi Ji really had a good life, one heart was exchanged for another heart.

Dichen turned around and walked away, but before taking two steps, a sense of fear swept over her whole body.

Not only her, but all the gods and Buddhas present felt that terrible feeling.

How to describe it?Heart-piercing fear, that kind of fear is painful.

Her whole body was cold, her breathing became heavy, and her body froze in place, unable to move.

Scared.

Dichen's fingertips were trembling.

She remembered the bloody scene when her father and brother were killed like toys in front of her. She remembered the situation where she lost her dignity and honor and hid everywhere like a bereaved dog.

An all too familiar feeling swept over her body.

——"Tangtang Tianjie, why can't you even take care of him? What use do I need you for? It's better to kill all of you and accompany him."

In my memory, the man named Ye Fen broke into the Tianmen, and then slaughtered all the living things in front of him.He has no pity and awe of life, he only has the instinct to destroy all the things he doesn't understand.

wrong.

Ye Fen is dead.

He was dead, dead for so many years, why did this familiar oppression and fear reappear?

The world fell into darkness in an instant, and even the bright moon was soaked into intense black.

Turning his head, Dichen saw a vague human figure emerging from the clouds.

She couldn't tell who it was, but years of fear weighed on her heart, and Dichen pointed to the illusory figure and said three words:

"kill him!"

Kill him quickly! ! !

The hysterical roar made people almost forget that she is the most law-abiding existence in the world.

The Heavenly Soldiers came out in response, and rushed towards the blurred figure in the clouds.

But before he got closer to see the appearance of the human figure, all the heavenly soldiers were lifted by a strange force. No one could see what the force was. Among them is the black magic circle.

"Impossible, impossible, you are already dead!!"

Dead, in front of oneself.

People from the six realms encircled and suppressed him, and everyone bore blood debts for him to repay.

Without his protection, the descendants of the Demon Realm are nothing but a mess, let alone the opponents of this group of avengers.

Dichen's only enemy is Demon Lord Ye Fen.

But he sat loosely on the black lotus seat, playing with the jade pendant in his hand.

In his eyes, there is no more desire and killing, only endless emptiness.

Blood stained the lotus pond under his seat red, and the once gorgeous black lotus also withered, showing a decadent trend.

He knew clearly that his death was approaching, but he only had eyes for the jade pendant in his hand.

Even if the group of people who are about to kill him are opponents he doesn't like at all.

"why?"

The cold voice reverberated above the hall, like a cold flute.

"Why does every reincarnation end like this? I repeated every choice, but what I got in the end was your death."

He closed his eyes and kissed the jade pendant in his hand.

Such a pious expression can actually appear on this man who treats life like nothing.

But he was really pious, he held the jade pendant and looked at Dichen.

Laughed contemptuously.

He laughed at this group of people, because he allowed them to come here, but they thought they had come to the devil world by their own strength.

Dichen remembered that he felt cold all over his body at that time, as if it was not them, people from the six realms, who were going to kill him, but Mozun Yefen allowed them to come here, allowed them to do something, allowed himself to end his life for him, beheaded Dust off.

The fog dissipated, and it was Shen Fu standing in the sea of ​​clouds. There seemed to be an invisible airflow around him, and all the clouds and mists centered on him, revolving like stars.

When you meet a god, you kill a god, when you meet a Buddha, you kill a Buddha.

On the black lotus seat, all living beings prostrate themselves.

Everyone's breathing froze.

Even if Dichen slaughtered the Demon Realm, even if she burned all the books with relevant records, even if she forbade that person's name to appear in the Six Realms——

However, the word "Ye Burn" still symbolizes the deepest fear in the hearts of most people in the world.

The destruction, humiliation, and terror that he brought were beyond description and understanding.

His joys, anger, sorrows and joys once involved countless fresh lives.

"Devil..."

Someone couldn't help it, and was about to read his title.

With that trembling voice.

"Impossible, he is Shen Fu, he can't be—"

Di Chen stopped talking, because Shen Fu in front of him slowly raised his hand.

The black spiritual power condensed in his hands, imitating the bone umbrella that Shi Ji often held in his hands.

He has no weapons, so he can only draw the most familiar and convenient things with his own memory.

Then Shen Fu held the bone umbrella, pointed directly at the cloud, and rushed towards the radiant Buddha.

He wants to kill the Buddha to avenge Shi Ji? ! !

are you crazy?

But no one in the room doubted this possibility. After all, Ye Fen, the demon king, never put the Buddha in his eyes. In this world, there is no one he can't kill, and there is no opponent he can't match.

But at the moment when Shen Fu was about to approach the Buddha, a black ribbon wrapped around his waist and pulled him off the platform.

Looking along the black ribbon, it is a graceful and luxurious woman.

Many people may have forgotten the appearance of the woman, but she was still the most beautiful flower in the chaos of that year.

"Empress Hengwu?"

The emerald-haired woman led a group of demon soldiers into the sea of ​​clouds.

"Heavenly Emperor, Lord Buddha," Ji Hengwu bowed her head and greeted, "I'm sorry, the dog caused trouble for you."

"Aren't you already dead?"

Dichen couldn't hold back and asked.

"As you can see, I'm not dead."

Hengwu stretched out his hand to dissolve a cloud of mist, which made Shen Fu faint, and then Hengwu's maid stepped forward to support him.

The entourage behind him stepped forward and carried away Shi Ji who was still unconscious.

Seeing the movements of the mist and flowing water, Dichen couldn't help but scolded: "Who allowed you to take them away, who is Shen Fu?"

"Is he—" Ye Fen?

Hengwu turned around, as if she didn't want to pay attention to Dichen.

"I don't seem to be obliged to answer your question, Your Majesty the Emperor of Heaven, please forgive me and leave first."

At that time, the East was unknown.