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The last cry, the most persistent belief, put aside life and death, broke through the limit, the evil spirit roared, shaking the earth, just for the oath once made, to protect forever!
The giant sword reflected the lightning flashing across the sky and slashed towards the darkness. The black energy was instantly cut through it, but it immediately rushed from both sides, flooding his body at an extremely fast speed.
Life and death are two extremes that have never intersected. At this moment, the evil spirit shouted. From a distance, Jiang Chen seemed to still be able to hear the voice: "Empress..."
The next moment, the evil spirits disappeared. The black energy in front of them was like a mountain, gathering desperately at the entrance of the Zhenmo Ancient Cave, looking toward the sky and the earth, trying to swallow up everything.
Suddenly, a red light flashed in the darkness.
Then, a figure, a man wrapped in a piece of extremely bright silk, slowly fell from the black air and stood in front of the stone woman.
Behind him, the black air roared loudly and the shadows shook, as if there were countless demons roaring in ecstasy.
Only his back looked a little strange.
Standing in front of the stone statue, he stood silently in the wind and rain.
Slowly, he reached out his hand and gently touched the cold stone statue.
The low voice echoed quietly in the wind and rain, as if it had traveled through millions of years and passed through countless wind, rain, snow and frost.
"Linglong... ... ..."
In the wind and rain, it was vaguely visible that he was an extremely handsome young man who could even be said to have a hint of coquettishness. I'm afraid no one could have expected that the demon that terrified countless people in southern Xinjiang would actually be such a handsome young man.
The face is fairer than that of an ordinary woman, with thin eyebrows and thin eyes, thin lips and sharp jaws. If you look closely, you can see that this face is vaguely similar to the stone statue of a woman.
However, the temperaments on the faces of the two people are completely different!
The wind and rain roared all over the sky, and the billowing black air spread. The monsters that had been buried underground for thousands of years finally set foot on this land again. All kinds of strange monsters kept shouting towards the sky, as if they wanted to vent all the unhappiness of the past thousand years. Go out, but only here it is still quiet as usual, the boy in red is facing the stone statue in silence.
Just around the young man, thousands of demonic beasts were prostrate on the ground surrounding him, like devout saints on pilgrimage. If others saw it, they would be shocked and speechless. These are all people with thousands of years of Taoism. The monster is worshiping a person at this moment, how shocking it is.
Since the day of his resurrection, for some unknown reason, he has done nothing. He has neither massacred people nor screamed in ecstasy. Instead, he just stood silently in front of the stone statue of the exquisite witch, staring silently.
Time passed silently, and in the blink of an eye, it was three days and three nights. The monsters around him came and went silently, as if they did not dare to disturb the young man's tranquility.
Until, a black shadow flashed, and the lich Blackwood floated over silently from a distance, came behind the young man, and respectfully called out: "Master Beast God."
The young man remained motionless and without looking back, he said, "How's it going?"
Kuroki stared at his back and responded calmly: "The Thirteen Demon Kings have subdued all the remaining barbarians in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and they all obey the orders of the Beast God."
The young man's body moved, he slowly turned around, and said calmly: "How many clans are left in total?"
"Now there are only thirty-seven tribes." Heimu responded with a bit of a sigh: "In the past hundred years, the dragons in the Hundred Thousand Mountains have been leaderless. The barbarian tribes have killed each other, and many tribes have been wiped out."
The young man smiled coldly, and there was no expression of disappointment on his face. On the contrary, there was a feeling of unruliness faintly emanating from his heart. His eyes were like lightning, and he turned around on the lich's black-veiled face.
Kuroki suddenly felt as if his face had been burned by flames.
"Actually, they should be from the Thirty-eight Clan," the young man said leisurely, "Aren't you the last descendant of the Black Witch Clan?"
Kuroki lowered his head and remained silent.
The young man slowly turned his head and his eyes fell on the face of the exquisite stone miko statue again. He stared at it for a long time and suddenly called out: "Kuromu."
Hearing this, Kuroki couldn't help but feel his body tremble. To him, this name was like a wound carved deep in his heart. Every time he called it, it would hurt him.
I heard the young man looking at the Linglong stone statue, and suddenly there was a hint of vicissitudes in his tone, saying, "Have you ever regretted it in front of Linglong after so many years?"
Kuroki was silent for a long time, and then whispered: "Yes."
The young man didn't look back, and a strange light flashed in his eyes. He said quietly: "Except for your big brother who turned into a vicious spirit, you are the only one in this world who knows about my relationship with Linglong. Back then, there were eight of you. He chased me through thousands of mountains and rivers, and now I think about it as if it was yesterday."
The body under the black wood and black gauze suddenly began to tremble slightly, as if he could still remember the past.
It was just that the boy didn't pay attention to Kuroki's reaction at all. What he said was not so much to Kuroki, but rather to himself in front of the stone statue. In his eyes, the only thing he saw at this moment was the stone statue of the exquisite witch.
I don't know how long it took, but a smile suddenly appeared on the young man's face, and he said to himself: "Linglong, it has been many years, and you are still like this. You have to look at me even if you die. Is it worth it?" The voice of the beast god said It was very gentle. Maybe he would show such an attitude only in front of this woman, but she would never see it again.
No one can respond. The old friend has long been transformed into a stone statue, guarding this ancient demon-suppressing cave alone. Suppressing the monsters is the only mission of the stone statue. Although the appearance is still the same, it is a pity that the person has changed. The beast god is no longer the same person as before. It was a hideous monster, but it was a pity that the man could no longer see it.
"Ding-deng-deng!"
A burst of footsteps came from behind, and the beast god immediately frowned and glared behind him. The monster that made the sound immediately calmed down and lay on the ground obediently, not daring to move at all. Written with fear.
"You," the Beast God slowly stood up, his voice gradually revealed a hint of sadness, desolation and indignation, "What are you doing for?"
The stone statue was speechless and stood silently.
"In your heart, are all the common people in this world and destiny and destiny so important?" The young man's voice suddenly became a little excited and gradually became louder.
"I know, you take those things more seriously than me, so you want to get rid of me, right?" The expression on the young man's face showed a strange and cold smile with a hint of coquettishness, "But you know, I Don’t care at all!”
"What nonsense is God's will, what are all the sentient beings in the world?" His expression became more and more sad. The strange thing was that although the expression in his eyes was extremely terrifying, his appearance became more and more charming and beautiful, almost unlike an ordinary person.
"If you want me to die, just one sentence is enough. Do you know? Do you know?" He roared sharply, facing the stone woman, and then, slowly, his voice dropped,
"But why...you actually regard those things as more important than yourself and your own life..."
Slowly, he reached out his hand and gently touched the face that had been gradually roughened by countless years of wind and frost, brushing against the once gentle face deep in his memory!
A cold feeling, without any warmth, slowly came from the palm of my hand.
He opened his arms, hugged the stone statue gently, and the young man's expression gradually turned into a strange tenderness. Kuroki stood behind him, watching the weird scene silently.
"I know that it was the people in this world who harmed you." The young man half-closed his eyes and whispered softly as if dreaming, "Don't worry, I will let everything be buried with you, and then I will come again Looking for you..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the beast god turned around immediately, and the softness on his face disappeared without a trace, replaced by coldness. A bone-chilling chill enveloped the surroundings. At this moment, this young man seemed to be transformed into a Shura from hell. The whole body exudes an aura of terror.
Those pilgrim monsters retreated one after another. Faced with the boy's terrifying aura, even the thousand-year-old monsters couldn't resist. The Lich frowned and his face moved slightly. The power of the beast god was beyond imagination. Releasing such a peerless beast would definitely set off a storm in China. Is it right or wrong...