The night wind blows Lingshan's ink-colored robes, like a churning black cloud.
"I'm crazy? You said you wanted to unify the demon world and lead the demon clan to become prosperous. I believe you will follow you, but what have you done? 'Big demons can't eat small demons', don't you think it's funny?"
Meng Xueli said: "The evolution of the entire demon clan is a thousand-year plan, and it cannot rely solely on the progress of one or two big demons. Let every little demon feel safe, and the demon world will truly prosper and order. Only demon, how strong can the strongest be, can it open the door to the sky?"
Lingshan looked up to the sky and laughed: "If you can't do it, you think I can't do it? Look at it!"
Speaking of the last four words, the voice was getting farther and farther, and the figure was more than ten feet away, flying out of the palace wall.
Meng Xueli had a bad intuition, so he stepped on the aura and chased him away.
However, he saw Lingshan fell on the bank of Liuli Lake, flicked a willow branch, and asked, "A hundred years ago, we were playing in the devil world, and we were boating on the Liuli Lake, do you remember?"
The lake is sparkling and colorful. This place is far away from the Demon King's Palace. The news of the accident in the palace has not yet come out. There are still little demons playing and playing. Suddenly, two figures are seen falling from the sky, and they are scared and flee.
Meng Xueli frowned and said, "A Que is punting the boat, you catch the fish, and I'll cook wine at the bow of the boat."
In the next instant, Lingshan disappeared, and Meng Xueli chased after him again. Two figures appeared on the bridge.
The winding bridges and flowing water, the continuous white walls and blue tiles, the water reflects the bright moon.
Lingshan said: "This is also the place we played in the world. We walked around the streets and performed the trick of 'Going for the Stars'. You play the mink, I play the rope, do you remember?"
Meng Xueli: "I remember."
They rose and fell, and the night wind flew over the entire Fengyue City.
Memories flooded in like a flood. Yesterday was vivid in my mind. Meng Xueli's expression became colder and colder: "What on earth are you trying to show me?"
Lingshan said with a smile: "I built this city not to gather the scenery 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 had some questions to ask, such as why the other party chose to betray, and what he thought of building a demon world, but now he doesn't want to ask anything. Because he realized that he could not communicate with each other at all.
Lingshan's smile grew stronger and his voice became softer. At this moment, he is a gentle and melancholy painter, a romantic and talented artist.
He said: "Ah Diao, I have done something wrong, I will compensate you. Let's write off the old grudges..."
It was true that he wanted to kill Meng Xueli, and it was also true that he wanted to meet Meng Xueli. When he really stood at the top, he felt that the country was lonely and the hero was lonely.
Lonely at night, I look at the murals and sunbathe the moon alone, chat with the little luan bird who strayed into the palace, and miss the good old days of traveling with friends. It is more precious after it is lost.
Ordinary demons don't deserve to be friends with him, but the King of Snow Mountain is different.
It is a pity that Ling Diao is arrogant and majestic. Only after losing everything, at the end of the road, and the mountains and rivers are exhausted, can he stay by his side with peace of mind.
Lingshan wants supreme power, unstoppable power, and sincerity. He wants to have everything and thinks he deserves it.
After traveling all over the city, he returned to the sky above the Demon King's Palace.
Smoke billows. Wine ponds and flowers and trees were burned and dumped, and jewels and fines were scattered and shattered. In the turbulent waves, the big demon showed a huge original shape, and because of drunkenness, he ran away on a rampage. The ground shook and the mountains shook, and countless little demons were trampled into mud, or knocked into the air, groaning and struggling in the sea of fire.
Seeing this, Que Xian was very annoyed. He learned to dance with the bird of paradise. Although he was often scolded, he laughed more, and he also had shallow friendship with a group of dancers and musicians. How could he bear to watch them die. When the demons such as Bird of Paradise were rescued from the sea of fire, they only thanked the kind-hearted peacock demon, but did not think of "fat peacock".
Only the mirage recognizes Que Xianming, so it helps him, condenses soft clouds with mirage, and sends the injured little demon out of the palace wall. But there are too many little monsters, and the mirage is gradually weakening, and the left and right sides are cramped.
Lingshan didn't care about the chaotic and tragic scene in front of him, the black figure fell in front of the palace, walking up the stairs.
The dome of the temple is arched, and it looks like a bird cage and a huge tomb from a distance. The scarlet clouds gathered, like a bloody nightmare, covering the roof of the palace, rolling and boiling.
Lingshan stood in front of the palace gate, turned slightly sideways, and smiled at Meng Xueli, who was chasing after him: "Come by my side, I can give you the best!"
"You are delusional!" A blue demonic fire shot at Lingshan, but was avoided by the latter. The demonic fire hit the temple door, and with a bang, the closed temple door collapsed. Que Xianming missed a hit and rushed out with a shocking mirror in his hand.
Lingshan said coldly: "I can't handle myself. Bring the treasure mirror!"
With a wave of his hand, his sleeves rose against the storm, like a black water snake, it swirled around Que Xianming's arms in an instant, and he wanted to remove the opponent's arm and the treasure mirror together!
Suddenly he cried out in pain, and saw a long spear in front of him, Meng Xueli slashed the tip of the spear, and cut off Lingshan's long sleeves, fighting with him.
Que Xianming was hit by the aftermath of Lingshan's demonic power, flew backwards, and fell down hard, but he didn't feel any pain, and his body was soft and slippery.
It turned out that the mirage demon was exhausted and could no longer condense the clouds, so he stretched the demon body and made a meat pad for him.
Que Xianming jumped up and embraced the mirage: "Waste beast, why are you!"
The mirage grinned in pain, unable to speak.
Que Xianming touched his crushed tail and said bitterly, "I will kill him!"
He was about to transform into the original shape of a peacock, fluttering his wings and flying high, but he heard the milky voice of the mirage: "I feel very uncomfortable, am I about to die?"
The mirage only felt that the whole body was forcibly pulled apart, and the uncontrollable surging of the demon force seemed to burst the demon body.
He was chased, chased and beaten in the demon world, and he was a wanderer. He also spent the most stable days in the Vast Sea Underground Palace and Changchun Peak Rat's Nest.
He once swore to practice hard, but unfortunately, until the end of the monster life, he did not become a majestic old mirage like his predecessors...
Que Xianming heard the words, and hurriedly fed him with spirit grass: "Nonsense, you won't die!"
It's just that the tail is broken, how can it be dead? However, the power of the spiritual herb is like a mud ox entering the sea, but the voice of the mirage is gradually weakening.
Qu Xianming's face was as pale as paper.
"I'm very sleepy." Mirage whispered, "I'll give you another flower."
In the underground palace of the secret realm of the vast sea, the mirage was besieged and killed, and Que Xianming appeared in time to save his life. With joy and gratitude, the mirage transformed into a place of flowers and gave it to the peacock.
Now in the Demon King's Palace, due to fate, life and death reincarnate, they meet again, but Que Xianming is helpless, watching the mirage floating, the flames around him turning into flowers, and the purgatory turning into a sea of flowers. Butterflies are flying, colorful, and the sea of flowers stretches to the horizon.
Mirage closed his eyes.
Que Xianming roared: "I don't want to look at the flowers, save your energy. I will never call you a waste animal again! Wake up!"
He was terrified in his heart, and suddenly saw the light of the tail of the mirage beast flickering, and his expression changed: "Waste beast, you are not going to die, you are going to change shape!"
The mirage opened his eyes blankly: "What?"
Que Xianming felt angry and funny: "Look at me a few more times, so that you can be beautiful!"
On the other side, Lingshan and Meng Xueli were fighting, casually fighting and retreating, and jumped into the hall.
Countless lampstands were lit in the hall. As soon as Meng Xueli entered the hall, he could not see the shadow of Lingshan, but felt the cold air soaking through his bones—
Overwhelming painted murals, thousands of colors and shapes of monsters. Lively, every detail is complete.
The monsters on all sides of the murals raised their heads, as if worshiping. Then he looked up, the dome arched like a firmament, clouded over, and lightning ripped through the night sky. A giant python straddles the top of the hall, and the black scales glow with a steel-like cold light. It probed from the cloud, its bloody mouth was wide open, its poisonous fangs were fully visible, its back had wings, and it was about to fly out of the mural and slaughter it down.
The invisible line of spiritual energy ties all the demons together, and finally converges on the top of the python's head.
Lingshan walked out of the shadows, and his voice echoed in the empty hall: "I've waited for three years for tonight. Ah Diao, don't be stupid. With hundreds of years of friendship, who can love you more than me?"
"Why did you say this?" Meng Xueli was dealing with him, while secretly looking at those spiritual energy lines, warning signs in his heart.
Lingshan unfolded a scroll: "What do you think of the murals? This is what I painted for you, and it is the work I am most satisfied with. There was once a luan bird, who said it was 'full of heart'. She has a trace of Phoenix blood, and the art of Quyi The way is quite accomplished. Hey, I forgot, she should be dead."
Meng Xueli frowned: "She woke up to save your bloodline and blocked Qu Xianming's full blow, but you don't care about her life?"
"What does it have to do with me? Ah Diao, I only care about you, look."
He is holding a picture of the snowy mountain in the starry night. Under the dim candlelight, the little white sable in the painting is innocent and cute.
Meng Xueli had an idea, and simply stretched out his hand and tossed it. A scroll of painting flew out of his sleeve, and it unfolded suddenly with a sound of "crashing".
Dawn Bamboo Sea Map, Starry Night Snow Mountain Map. The two volumes of unrelated paintings have a wonderful encounter and are placed together for comparison.
Meng Xueli said, "I don't know art, but I prefer what my Taoist companion does."
Lingshan stared at the little mink at the bamboo window with a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth. Soon his smile disappeared, and his face was completely gloomy.
Ink is new ink, and paper is new paper, proving that the damned sword cultivator in the world is not dead. What's more, his most proud painting skills are not as good as that of Jianxiu.
He would never admit it!
Lingshan's sleeve robe was rolled up, and a fire came flying. The two picture scrolls and candlesticks fell together, on the floor tiles that could be seen, crackling and burning.
"I forgive you. When I kill him, you will still be mine." Lingshan walked towards the center of the hall and said calmly: "The time has come, the battle is ready. I will gain supreme power."
The voice fell, and the overwhelming mural of Ten Thousand Demons shined brightly!
Meng Xueli's eyes narrowed slightly, and he jumped up with force under his feet. The spear did not pierce Lingshan, but charged straight up, stabbing the dome python's head.
He was extremely fast, like an electric light.
"Boom!" The top of the hall trembled, showing a trace of cracks, such as cracks on the ice surface, and the lines rapidly expanded.
However, the frescoes on all sides are more and more golden, like the sun burning in the dark night. Various roars sounded one after another from all directions, like ten thousand demons chirping in unison. In the mural, it seems that the army of ten thousand demons is about to rush out.
Meng Xueli's heart sank, the dazzling golden light made him see nothing in front of him, and the demonic roar made him dizzy and tinnitus, unable to identify the direction.
Only Lingshan's voice penetrated the roar: "It's useless. That person has already expected that you will break the array pivot. Once this array is opened, there is no turning back."
"Who?" Countless thoughts flashed through Meng Xueli's mind, but he didn't have time to think about it. He turned the spear into a pair of swords. A sword was thrown out of the temple, manipulated by his divine sense, and turned into a light to fly out of the temple gate; a sword Xunlingshan stabbed at the sound of the mountain, he resisted the force of the great formation, and his true essence poured out like a river.
"Chi", the dagger pierced Lingshan's chest fiercely.
In the golden brilliance, Meng Xueli's long hair was scattered, his robe was torn, and blood spurted from his seven orifices. He could no longer hear the roars of the four-faced beasts, and everything was silent, only the sound of sharp knives piercing the flesh.
A strange smile appeared on Lingshan's lips: "I will devour ten thousand demons, open the Heavenly Gate, and achieve immortality."
He stretched out a pale, slender hand and patted Meng Xueli's shoulder lightly, as if to say hello to an old friend.
Meng Xueli was in severe pain in her shoulder and flew out.
Lingshan held the sharp blade and let the blood splatter from his palm. He pulled it out inch by inch, and the blood spurted out in an instant, and the flesh and blood that the sword edge brought out when it left the body splashed all over the ground.
The golden light from the sky rushed towards the wound on his chest, like filling in a bottomless pit. Lingshan showed its original shape, and the two-headed giant python flew into the air and broke through the roof of the palace.
The golden light in the hall overflowed with the giant python, sweeping the Demon King's Palace like a flood. The golden light condensed into giant monsters, and the army of ten thousand monsters in the mural was resurrected and fell to all parts of Fengyue City.
They are not afraid of the sea of fire, do not know the pain, their eyes are scarlet, they bite and swallow the monsters with their mouths open, and they show an intoxicated look like a giant python.
The moonlight has long been obscured by red clouds, lightning flashes and thunder, storms are brewing, and the shadow of the snake body covers the entire Fengyue City, which is still expanding rapidly.
The frescoes on the top of the hall come true.
The golden light and firelight on the ground, the electric light in the sky, and the shadow of snakes, the roars shook the sky, and the screams and cries were shrill. The blood flowed into rivers, and the stumps were everywhere, like hell.
From Meng Xueli's sword to Lingshan's appearance, Fengyuecheng was reduced to food for a giant python in just a split second.
The mirage just changed its shape, opened its eyes to see the scene of the apocalypse around it, looked up at the sky again, and couldn't help trembling in horror: "What kind of monster is this?!"
Seeing him awake, Que Xianming put away the demon barrier that supported him, got 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 the sky, and it arrived in an instant: "Use a mirror."
"Xiao Tingyun?" Que Xianming was taken aback. In his impression, this person was still Meng Xueli's apprentice, and now he was holding a short sword in Meng Xueli, so he should be trusted.
It was said to be "borrowing", but the speed of this person's shot was no different from "grabbing". Qu Xianming watched his back disappear and shouted, "Can you use it?!"
Mirage hurriedly said, "He's not Xiao Tingyun! No, he's Xiao Tingyun, I mean, he's not just Xiao Tingyun!"