Han Shan's Sword Unsheathed

The night wind blew Lingshan's ink-colored robes like billowing black clouds.

"Am I crazy? You said you want to unify the demon world and lead the demon clan to prosperity. I believe you follow you, but what have you done? Don't you find it ridiculous that 'big demons can't eat small ones'?"

Meng Xueli said: "The evolution of the entire monster race is a thousand-year plan. It cannot rely on the progress of one or two big monsters. Only when every little monster has a sense of security can the demon world be truly prosperous and orderly. Only by you How strong is the strongest monster, can it open the gate to the sky?"

Lingshan looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "If you can't do something, you think I can't do it either? Look good!"

Speaking of the last four words, the voice faded away, and the figure was already more than ten feet away, flying out of the palace wall.

Meng Xueli had a bad intuition and chased after him on the line of spiritual energy.

But seeing Lingshan falling on the bank of Liuli Lake, he brushed away a willow branch and asked: "100 years ago, we were playing in the Demon Realm, and we went boating on Liuli Lake, do you still remember?"

The lake is sparkling and colorful.This place is far away from the Demon King's Palace, the news of the change in the palace has not yet come, there are still little demons playing and playing, suddenly seeing two figures descending from the sky, they are scared and run away.

Meng Xueli frowned in puzzlement: "Ah Que punted the boat, you catch fish, and I will cook wine at the bow."

The next moment, Lingshan disappeared, and Meng Xueli chased after him again.Two figures appeared at the bridgehead.

Winding small bridges and flowing water, continuous white walls and blue tiles, the water reflects the bright moon.

Lingshan said: "This is also the place where we played in the world. We walked the streets and alleys to perform the trick of 'reaching for the stars'. You play the little mink, and I play the rope, do you remember?"

Meng Xueli: "I remember."

They rose and fell, and flew across the entire Fengyue City against the night wind.

Memories flooded in like a tide, and yesterday was vivid in his mind, Meng Xueli's expression became more and more cold: "What exactly do you want me to see?"

Lingshan smiled and said, "I built this city not to gather the scenic spots of the Three Realms, but to commemorate our good memories. Do you like it?"

Meng Xueli was speechless.

When he came to see Lingshan, he originally wanted to ask some questions, such as why the other party chose to betray, and what ideas he had for building the demon world, but now he didn't want to ask anything.Because he realized that he couldn't communicate with the other party at all.

Lingshan's smile gradually became stronger, and his voice became softer.At this moment, he is a gentle and melancholy painter, a romantic and talented artist.

He said: "A Diao, I have done something wrong, I will compensate you. Let's write off all the old grievances..."

It was true that he wanted to kill Meng Xueli, and it was also true that he wanted to see Meng Xueli.When he really stood at the highest place, he felt lonely in the country and lonely in the hero.

Lonely at night, looking at the murals and basking in the moon alone, chatting with the little luan bird who strayed into the palace, and thinking about the good times of traveling with friends in the past.It is precious only after it is lost.

Ordinary monsters are not worthy of being friends with him, but the Snow Mountain King is different.

It's a pity that Ling Diao is arrogant and majestic. Only when he loses everything, is at the end of his way, and the mountains and rivers dry up, can he stay by his side with peace of mind.

Lingshan needs supreme power, unstoppable power, and sincerity.He wants to have it all and thinks he is worth it.

After traveling all over the city, he returned to the sky above the Demon King's Palace.

Smoke billowed.Wine pools and flower trees were burned and dumped, pearls and jade and fine vessels were scattered and shattered.Amidst the turbid waves and the wind, the big monster showed its huge original shape, and ran away on a rampage because of drunkenness and insanity.The earth shook and the mountains shook, countless little monsters were trampled into flesh, or were knocked into the air, moaning and struggling in the sea of ​​flames.

Seeing this, Que Xianming was very annoyed. He learned to dance with the bird demon of Paradise. Although he was often scolded, he laughed more. He also had shallow friendship with a group of dancers and musicians.When the Bird of Paradise and other demons were rescued from the sea of ​​flames, they only knew to thank the kind peacock demon, and did not think of the "fat peacock".

Only the mirage beast recognized Que Xianming, and gave him a helping hand, condensed soft clouds with mirage air, and sent the injured little demon out of the palace wall.But there are too many little monsters, and the power of mirage beasts is getting weaker and weaker.

Lingshan didn't care about the chaotic and tragic scene in front of him, the black figure landed in front of the palace and climbed up the stairs.

The arched dome of the temple looks like a birdcage and a huge tomb from a distance.Scarlet clouds gathered, like a bloody nightmare, covering the roof of the temple, constantly tumbling and boiling.

Ling Shan stood in front of the gate of the palace, turned slightly, and smiled slightly at Meng Xueli who was chasing him: "Come by my side, I can give you the best!"

"You are delusional!" A blue demon fire shot towards Lingshan, but the latter dodged to avoid it. The demon fire hit the palace door, and with a bang, the closed palace door collapsed.Que Xianming missed a single blow, and shot out across the sky with the Jinghong Mirror in his hand.

Lingshan said coldly: "You can't do what you can. Bring the mirror!"

With a wave of his hand, his sleeves swelled against the wind, like a black water snake, instantly circling around Que Xianming's arms, trying to remove the opponent's arms and the mirror together!

Suddenly he cried out in pain, and saw a long spear lying in front of him, Meng Xueli cut off the tip of the spear, cut off the long sleeve of Lingshan, and fought with it.

Que Xianming was impacted by the aftermath of Lingshan's monster power, flew upside down, and fell hard, but he didn't feel any pain, his body was soft and a little slippery.

It turned out that the mirage beast's demon power was exhausted, and it was unable to gather the clouds, so it stretched its demon body and made a meat pad for him.

Que Xianming jumped up, hugging the mirage beast: "Waste beast, why is it you!"

The mirage beast grinned in pain, unable to speak.

Que Xianming stroked his crushed tail and said bitterly: "I will kill him!"

He was about to transform into a peacock and fly high, but he heard the voice of the mirage beast: "I feel very uncomfortable, am I about to die?"

The mirage beast felt its muscles and bones being forcibly pulled away, and the uncontrollable surge of monster power seemed to burst the monster's body.

He was chased and beaten in the demon world, wandering, and spent the most stable days in the underground palace in the vast sea and the rat nest in Changchun Peak.

He once vowed to practice hard, but unfortunately, until the end of the demon life, he didn't become a majestic old mirage like his predecessor...

Que Xianming heard the words and hurriedly took spiritual grass to feed him: "Nonsense, you won't die!"

It's just that the tail is broken, how can it die?However, the power of the spirit grass is like a mud cow entering the sea, but the mirage beast's voice gradually weakens.

Que Xianming's face was as pale as paper.

"I'm sleepy." The mirage said softly, "I'll give it to you again, let's bloom again."

In the underground palace in the secret realm of the vast sea, the mirage beast was besieged and killed by people, and Que Xianming appeared in time to save his life.With joy and gratitude, the mirage turned into a field of flowers and gave it to the peacock.

Now in the demon king's palace, they meet again due to fate, reincarnation of life and death, but Que Xianming is helpless, watching the mirage fluttering, the flames around him turn into flowers, and purgatory into a sea of ​​flowers.Colorful butterflies are flying, colorful, and the sea of ​​flowers extends to the horizon.

The mirage closed its eyes.

Que Xianming roared: "I don't want to look at the flowers, save your energy. I won't call you a waste animal anymore! Wake up!"

His heart was terrified, and suddenly he saw the demonic light flickering on the tip of the mirage beast's tail, and his face changed: "Waste beast, you are not going to die, but you are going to transform!"

The mirage beast opened its eyes in a daze: "What?"

Que Xianming felt both angry and funny: "Look at me a few more times to make sure you look pretty!"

On the other side, Lingshan fought with Meng Xueli, casually fighting and retreating, and jumped into the hall.

Countless lampstands were lit in the hall, and as soon as Meng Xueli entered the hall, she could not see the shadow of Lingshan Mountain, but felt a chilly air soaking through her bone marrow——

Overwhelming painted murals, thousands of monsters of various colors and shapes.It is lifelike, and every detail is shown.

All the monsters in the murals on the four sides raised their heads, as if they were worshiping.Then he looked up, the dome arched like a sky, the clouds were thick, and the night sky was torn by lightning.A giant python straddles the roof of the hall, its black scales glowing as cold as steel.It poked its head out of the clouds, its bloody mouth was wide open, its fangs were exposed, and it had wings on its back, it was about to fly out of the mural and kill it.

The invisible thread of spiritual energy connects thousands of demons, and finally converges to the top of the giant python's head.

Lingshan stepped out of the shadows, and his voice echoed in the empty hall: "I have waited for three years for tonight. Ah Diao, don't be stupid. Hundreds of years of friendship, who can love you more deeply than me?"

"Why did you say that?" While circling with him, Meng Xueli secretly looked at those spiritual energy lines, feeling a warning sign in her heart.

Lingshan unfolded a scroll: "What are you looking at the mural for? This is what I painted for you, and it is the work I am most satisfied with. There was once a luan bird, which said it was 'full of sincerity'. She has a trace of Phoenix blood, Quyi The Tao is quite accomplished. Hey, I forgot, she should have died."

Meng Xueli frowned: "In order to save your awakened blood, she blocked Que Xianming's full blow, but you don't care about her life?"

"What does it have to do with me? Diao, I only care about you, look."

He holds a picture of the starry night and snowy mountains in his hand.Under the hazy candlelight, the little white sable in the painting is innocent and lovely.

Meng Xueli had an idea, and simply stretched out his hand to throw it, and a scroll flew out of his sleeve, and suddenly unfolded with a "crash".

A map of bamboo seas in the morning light, and a map of snowy mountains in a starry night.Two volumes of irrelevant paintings meet wonderfully and are put together for comparison.

Meng Xueli said: "I don't know art, but I like my Taoist couple's work more."

Ling Shan stared at the little mink with a bamboo window, with a disdainful smile on his lips.Soon his smile disappeared, and his face was completely gloomy.

The ink is new ink, and the paper is new paper, which proves that that damn human swordsman is not dead.What's even more exaggerated is that his most proud art of painting is not as good as that of swordsman.

He would never admit it!

Lingshan's sleeve robe was rolled up, and a flame flew over.The two picture scrolls fell together with the candlestick, and fell on the bright floor tiles, crackling and burning.

"I forgive you. When I kill him, you will still be mine." Ling Shan walked towards the center of the hall and said calmly, "The time has come, the battle has been completed. I will gain supreme power."

As soon as the words fell, the overwhelming murals of Wan Yao shined brightly!

Meng Xueli narrowed her eyes slightly, leaped high with all her strength, the spear did not stab Lingshan, but rushed straight up, stabbing at the head of the giant python on the top of the dome.

He was extremely fast, like a flash of lightning.

"Boom!" The roof of the hall trembled, showing a crack, like a crack on the ice surface, and the lines expanded rapidly.

However, the murals on all sides are more and more golden, like the sun burning in the dark night.All kinds of roars sounded from all directions one after another, like ten thousand monsters screaming together.It seems that an army of ten thousand monsters is about to rush out of the mural.

Meng Xueli's heart sank, the dazzling golden light made him see nothing in front of him, and the monster's roar made him dizzy and tinnitus, unable to recognize the direction.

Only Lingshan's voice penetrated and roared: "It's useless. That person has already expected that you will break the formation hub. Once this formation is opened, there is no turning back."

"Who?" Countless thoughts flashed through Meng Xueli's mind, but she had no time to think about it, and she dismantled the long spear into two swords in her hand.A sword was thrown out of the hall, controlled by his divine sense, it turned into light and flew out of the hall gate; a sword stabbed straight at the source of the sound from Lingshan Mountain, he resisted the force of the formation, and his true energy poured out like a river.

"Hey", the short sword pierced Lingshan's chest fiercely.

In the golden light, Meng Xueli's long hair was loose, her robe was torn, and blood was gushing from her seven orifices.He could no longer hear the roars of the beasts all around, and everything was silent, only the sound of sharp knives piercing flesh.

A strange smile appeared on Lingshan's lips: "I will devour ten thousand monsters, open the Tongtian Gate, and achieve immortality."

He stretched out a pale and slender hand, and patted Meng Xueli's shoulder lightly, as if greeting an old friend.

Meng Xueli suffered severe pain in her shoulder and flew backwards.

Ling Shan held the sharp blade and let the blood splash on his palm.He pulled it out inch by inch with force, and instantly a fountain of blood gushed out, and the flesh and blood that was brought out by the sword's edge when it left the body splashed all over the ground.

The golden light in the sky rushed towards the wound on his chest, as if filling a bottomless pit.Lingshan showed its original shape, the double-headed python soared into the air, broke through the roof of the hall, the scales on the back cracked, and a pair of ten-foot-long bat wings emerged.

The golden light in the palace overflowed with the giant python, sweeping the demon king's palace like a flood.The golden light condensed into huge monsters, and the army of ten thousand monsters in the mural was revived and fell to all parts of Fengyue City.

They don't fear the sea of ​​fire, they don't know the pain, their eyes are scarlet, they bite and swallow the monsters with their mouths open, and they show the same intoxicated expressions as the giant pythons.

The moonlight has long been covered by red clouds, lightning flashes and thunder rumbles, a storm is brewing, and the shadow of the snake's body covers the entire Fengyue City, which is still expanding rapidly.

The murals on the roof of the temple come true.

The golden light and fire light on the ground, the electric light and snake shadow in the sky, the roars shook the sky, and the screams and cries were shrill.Blood flowed like a river, and limbs were everywhere, like hell.

From Meng Xueli's drawing of the sword to Lingshan's appearance, in just a moment, Fengyue City became food for a giant python.

The mirage just took shape, opened its eyes and saw the end-time scene around it, then looked up at the sky, couldn't help trembling in horror: "What kind of monster is this?!"

Que Xianming saw that he was awake, put away the demon power barrier supporting him, stood up and made up his mind: "Run, don't look back."

"how about you?"

Que Xianming picked up the Jinghong mirror: "I'm going to slaughter the snake!"

Suddenly, a shadow floated down from the sky, and it came in an instant: "Use a mirror."

"Xiao Tingyun?" Que Xianming was startled. In his impression, this person was still Meng Xueli's apprentice, and now he was holding Meng Xueli's dagger, so he should be trustworthy.

It was said to be "borrowing", but the speed of this person's attack was no different from that of "grabbing". Que Xianming watched his back disappear and shouted: "Can you use it?!"

The mirage beast hurriedly said: "He is not Xiao Tingyun! No, he is Xiao Tingyun, I mean, he is not only Xiao Tingyun!"