The day I died was when the ancient magic weapon Wanjun Sword reappeared in the world.
There has long been a legend in the rivers and lakes, and the person who speaks the Wanjun sword can obtain the supreme honor of the devil world and the throne of the devil king.
I have achieved all the achievements that I deserved in my life for the devil. I am just one step away. I look forward to winning the name of the devil, and from now on, I will unite the devil world that has been divided for thousands of years.
Therefore, when the Wan Jun Sword was about to be born, I led my disciples from Wan Lumen to the Millennium Sword Tomb, where there were already demons killing each other. , I entered the sword mound alone.
Looking back now, I made two mistakes at that time. One was that I didn't notice the immortal aura concealed by the chaotic aura in the sword tomb, and the other was that I didn't pay attention to following me with me. The eight clowns who entered the sword mound.
The Clown Eight Eccentrics actually have a name, but I gave him a name - Mo Qing.
Because when I first met him, it was when he was all bruised and blue. There are also ink-black scars on his face, one by one, like some mysterious spell. It made his face terribly ugly.
But those who cultivate demons are never afraid of these.
At that time, he was holding his cold dead mother in his arms, and in front of him stood the patriarchs of the top ten immortal cultivators. The patriarchs called him the son of the devil.
I don't think so.
The demon king recognized by us in the demon world has been dead for 1,800 years. After the death of the old demon king, the entire demonic way was torn apart, and the warlords were entrenched, and there was no orthodoxy. These righteous people catch a demon cultivator with a dozen or so people under them and say that they are demon kings. According to their reasoning, there must be thousands of demon heads in this world.
And most of all!
According to their rules, even if tens of thousands of demons were lined up, they would not be able to rank me, because at the time I didn't have anyone to drive me.
I was very unconvinced, so I planned to teach them a lesson and let them know that even if there was no one under them, they could be very powerful.
So I stood in front of Mo Qing back then, mocking them for bullying orphans, widows and mothers by hundreds of people, and then I fought against their top ten aristocratic families by myself.
Descendants pass that the battle law is dark and dark and the rivers and lakes are exhausted. Although it is not as exaggerated as they say, it was indeed a battle between my name and the magic way.
I rescued Mo Qing in blood, and since then my reputation has spread. Everyone knows that Chenji Mountain has produced a female devil who can single out the top ten aristocratic families. There is an endless stream of people who turn to me.
I built Wanlu Gate and received thousands of disciples. As for Mo Qing, who was rescued in that battle, I was busy with business and had no time to take care of him, so I pointed him to a master. His master said that he had no talent for cultivating demons, so he sent him to the mountain gate. Watch the door.
Then again, I rarely heard from him until I put him back in my eyes before I died. At that time, he was already a young man, an ugly young man who still had the terrifying black lines on his face...
In the Sword Tomb that day, people from the Xianjiamen didn't know how long ago they set up a killing formation there, trying to take down the famous devils in one pot, but they didn't expect my Wanlumen to be so powerful. My disciples blocked all the people in the devil's way, and I was the only one who entered the sword grave.
Before the Wanjun Sword was born, I was concentrating on suppressing the sword qi, hostile anger and resentment that had settled thousands of years ago because of the sacrificing swords with living people. Those who had been lurking for a long time in the Immortal Sect suddenly started.
I didn't take these people seriously, but I didn't expect the aura in the sword tomb to be so powerful.
I shattered the killing formation of Xianmen, but I failed to prevent the murderous aura in the sword tomb. I was severely stabbed. With all my strength, I finally suppressed the breath in the sword tomb and hid in the corner. As long as the Wanjun Sword is born, and I seize the opportunity to seize it, I will be able to rule the world.
However, those Xianmen disciples who were shattered and killed never left. They were looking for my traces in the sword mound. At this moment, I have no strength to fight against them. The wound on my neck cut by Jian Zang's murderous aura showed deep bones, and it almost cut my neck off, making it difficult for me to speak.
I hid carefully in the crevice of the stone. Suddenly, I felt a heat on my neck and my whole body tightened. Just as I was about to attack, someone covered my mouth. I looked up and saw the black mark The face was actually Mo Qing.
When he saw that I recognized him, even if he let go of me, he only covered my neck to help me stop the bleeding, I looked at him, saw the worry in his eyes that could not be concealed, and rolled his eyes: "Mo Qing. "I called his name, my voice hoarse, "Do you like me?"
Yes, I asked this question suddenly, but the concern in his eyes was not something that ordinary people would show. After thinking about it, I thought of such a possibility.
Sure enough, after I asked him this question, he glanced at me and remained silent like a mute. He just held his hand beside him silently for a moment. I smiled knowingly and turned my eyes on his face full of black marks. A magic cultivator with no talent, quietly followed me into the sword grave, must be to help me at a critical moment, let me remember him, because other than this method, he will never appear in my eyes again.
I looked at him and smiled kindly: "Mo Qing, since you like me, you definitely don't want me to die here, right?"
He looked at me silently, then lowered his eyes and stared at the small silver mirror hanging around my neck. His black-stained face was reflected in the mirror. I didn't know what he was thinking. I thought he wanted a reward, so I took off the silver mirror and said, "This silver mirror will be used as a token for you, today you If you can keep me safe from here, I will keep you in the world of demons in the future."
I've forgotten where this small silver mirror came from, and I don't know what it does. I usually keep it with me when I think it looks good, so I don't hesitate to give it away.
But Mo Qing silently suppressed my hand: "You don't have to give me anything." Unlike the scary-looking face, his voice was surprisingly pleasant, "You keep it." He said, "Just keep it."
I am naturally happy to be able to get others to work for me without using anything, so I put down the small silver mirror again, looked at him, and tried to smile softly: "Help me divert those Immortal Sect disciples away, okay? it is good?"
He suddenly raised his hand and gently stroked my cheek, his fingertips resting on the dimples on my cheek. I have to rely on him to save my life now, of course I have no temper, just touch him how I want.
"Sect Master." He called me like this, as if it was no different from other disciples calling me normally, but because his fingertips were resting on my face at the moment, it was very different from other disciples, "I can Put everything down for you, as long as you're okay."
Well, at this time, showing loyalty, he is really a talking disciple.
But what he said didn't touch me at all. I have seen this kind of thing a lot, and many people say that I can put everything down for you, not because of how great he is, but just because he has nothing.
I thought so in my heart, but I felt Mo Qing's fingers in front of me froze slightly. At this moment, I thought he seemed to see through my thoughts. I was a little flustered, but after a while, Mo Qing took the sword and walked out.
Without looking at his face, I only felt that the young man's back was so straight that he couldn't take his eyes off it.
At that time, I thought I would be saved. When Mo Qing led them away, I took the Wan Jun sword and slipped away quietly. I went to a place where no one was trained until my injuries were healed. At that time, if Mo Qing is alive, I will cover him, and if he dies... Then I will set up a beautiful monument for him.
I thought very well, but when I hid in the gap and secretly took a look at the situation outside, I saw Mo Qing, this kid, actually fighting with the people from Xianmen, while retreating in the direction of Jianzhong.
In the sword tomb, the murderous aura had been suppressed by me, and in the middle, a little light was about to burst out of the ground.
It's Wan Jun Sword!
I was anxious, and I saw that Mo Qing, who was not very high in cultivation, had been cut with blood by the people in Xianmen. He stood on the sword mound, and the blood flowed into the sword mound, immersing in the light.
Just in time, someone in Xianmen cut off his hamstrings with a sword, Mo Qing suddenly fell to the sword mound, and his hand stretched out just to hold the Wanjun sword that had just broken out of the ground.
Wan Jun Sword recognizes the master!
Although my heart is anxious, I firmly believe that Mo Qing, who has only such a small amount of cultivation, will never be able to pull out the Wanjun Sword. I didn't expect his blood to slowly seep down the hilt of the sword. Suddenly, I saw the sword. In the tomb, the breath was turbulent, and all kinds of breaths spurted out, breaking through all the imprisoning I just set, and shooting countless Xianmen disciples in the sword tomb in one fell swoop!
When Mo Qing shouted and pulled out the sword completely, the aura in the sword tomb also exploded immediately, sweeping away thousands of miles and sweeping the three worlds, not me, the master of Wanjun Sword who was seriously injured. In the throbbing of breath...
Shocked to death...
Before dying, I saw the black marks on Mo Qing's face slowly disappear with the flow of light on the blade.
At this moment, I realized that the black mark on his face was not a spell drawn to play, but a seal, the seal of the son of the previous Demon King.
I also realized that what the top ten aristocratic families said back then was that he was the son of the Demon King, but he was sincere and did not deceive me...
I even suddenly realized that this Mo Qing, following me into the Sword Tomb, may have planned it from the beginning. He is not to protect me, not to attract my attention, and not to like me, he just wants to take back what belongs to him. His father's thing, and because the Wanjun sword was sealed, he was not strong enough, so after I had dealt with everything, he took the sword to chop two immortals, and finally got the Wanjun sword and used his own sword. The blood of Wan Jun Jian recognizes his master...
this kid! What a good plan!
It's a pity for my life! After all the hard work, all the tossing, in the end, it turned out to be a wedding dress for someone else! I really hate the bleeding unwilling to ah!
But I am unwilling to die.
It's just not gorgeous, not vigorous, or even a little bit inexplicable and died...
Until I feel the world exists again. It was a rainy night, and I sat on the new grave, letting the raindrops pass through my soul and crackle the tombstone.
I went around and looked at my stele, but nothing was written on the stele. I was so angry that I wanted to smash the stele into pieces. I wish I could take an awl myself and chisel the big characters "Invincible, Supreme, Supreme Demon King Lu Zhaoyao" on it.
The monument is not well written, and it makes people feel at ease!