Suddenly, the Mozun's mood went berserk all of a sudden, a black mist filled with demonic energy, and he roared angrily: "Damn it!"
"Ye Xiao, I not only want your people, your body, your spiritual power, your soul, I want to trap your Yuan Ling for millions of years, torture you and ravage you with boundless magic fire every day, You bastard, how dare you spoil the good things of this seat... "
With a "boom", a whirlwind suddenly rolled up on the ground, and rushed out with a "sudden".
Outside, on the ground at an unknown distance, there was a sudden storm in the sky, and the wind was surging.
All the people who heard this roar, regardless of their level of cultivation, without exception, shuddered shiveringly.
At this moment, it was like the feeling of walking through a cemetery in the wilderness in the middle of the night, and being suddenly blown by a dark wind.
The gloomy eyes of the venerable in black imperceptibly looked at the sixty-three people who were continuing to maintain the operation of the altar.
After a long, long time, my eyelids finally closed, and I said softly to myself: "So, it should be... enough..."
The black robe fluttered, and he walked out slowly.
The black-clothed venerable walked out, but another purple-robed figure hurried in from the outside and stood in front of him.
The black-robed Demon Venerable stood still, staring at the visitor without any expression in his eyes: "What's the matter?"
"Father, according to the latest news, the Laughing Monarch has brought people to destroy the East Hall, and he is now heading towards the West Hall."
The person who came was Zong Xingyu, the master of the West Palace.
It is also the only biological son of the black-robed demon Zong Yuankai.
At this moment, his face was full of anxiety, and there was an indescribable resentment in his expression.
"Yes, I see." The black-clothed Demon Venerable nodded expressionlessly, and replied casually, and then walked out again.
"Father!" Zong Xingyu stopped him, and said anxiously: "I don't understand, why do we have to sit and watch the East Hall be destroyed? Why can't we lend a helping hand? The East Hall and the West Hall are connected with each other, and the lips are dead and the teeth are cold!"
The black-clothed Demon Venerable snorted, and said: "The East Hall is the East Hall, so why is it the same as the West Hall! You only need to be in charge of your West Hall, there is no need to care about other things."
Zong Xingyu said anxiously: "But the East Palace is also our painstaking effort, especially the country that you, Father, have built down with your own hands. It has been tens of thousands of years, and it will be destroyed just like this...I, I really..."
The black-clothed demon gave him a cold look, without saying a word.
"My child wants to know the reason." Zong Xingyu insisted on asking.
"Reason? What reason?" The black-clothed Demon Venerable flickered between his eyes, "Could it be that it's your first day in the rivers and lakes, and you ask such a naive question? The rivers and lakes never need reasons, they only need to have strength .”
"But we clearly have the strength." Zong Xingyu was a little excited: "Even if the peripheral strength is exhausted, we still have enough strength! Even if the East Hall cannot be completely preserved, if the high-level members of the East Hall are evacuated, it is still a little bit No problem at all!"
"Even if we try our best and master the best, we may not be able to fight in the East Hall and kill Ye Xiao and others!"
"We can do it!"
"But Father, you would rather watch the East Hall being slaughtered!"
"My child is very puzzled by this, and I look forward to my father's clarification?" Zong Xingyu's face was filled with pain: "The East Palace is also the painstaking effort of my father's ten thousand years of hard work, why is it abandoned like a scrap of paper..."
The eyes of the black-clothed Demon Venerable shot towards Zong Xingyu's face like two cold sharp arrows, "You also said that it was my painstaking effort for thousands of years, it was my painstaking effort! Is that so?"
Zong Xingyu heard this unreasonable but unreasonable words at first, looked up in astonishment, looked at his father's cold and unfeeling face, suddenly lost his mind, and hissed: "Yes, the East Palace is yours. Blood! So you can destroy it all you want, can you?"
There was already some hysteria in Zong Xingyu's voice at this moment.
"yes!"
The eyes of the black-clothed Demon Venerable were constantly icy, and the word burst out as if the ice had just cracked. His whole body was more like a cold sculpture on the top of a snow-capped mountain that has not melted for thousands of years, standing still and infinitely cold.
Zong Xingyu's body trembled suddenly, and a feeling of powerlessness suddenly emerged.
At this moment, he didn't even know what to say, what to say, he just felt indescribably tired and dazed.
He looked towards his father with eyes that were almost out of focus, and his voice was erratic: "In this battle... even martial arts were killed in battle, and died in the hands of Ye Xiao..."
The black-clothed Demon Venerable's eyes were like two bottomless pits, watching him speak, but he didn't respond.
"The entire East Hall... all the hands, no matter masters or ordinary disciples, were all killed. The East Hall has become a historical term..." Zong Xingyu continued.
The black-clothed demon still didn't speak, and his whole body was silent. It seemed that at this moment, his whole body turned into nothingness and merged into the void.
"Right now, the enemy is gathering masters and coming towards the West Palace, and their intention to exterminate them is clearly revealed..." Zong Xingyu said blankly.
The eyes of the black-clothed Demon Lord finally changed, which was the only slight change so far.
However, Zong Xingyu was keenly aware of this change, and suddenly became emotional, and said loudly: "Are you still planning to... want to sacrifice another part of your hard work, the West Palace, like the East Palace? !"
At the same time as he said this sentence, Zong Xingyu's face suddenly flushed red, extremely emotional and indignant.
But the black-clothed Demon Lord still didn't speak, and even his eyes didn't fluctuate in the slightest.
Zong Xingyu stared at his father angrily: "Your foundation was built by you single-handedly. No matter what you choose, we have no complaints!"
The black-clothed Demon Lord moved for the first time, turned around, tilted his head sideways, and looked at his son with a very interesting look.
However, there is no warmth in the eyes.
Zong Xingyu could completely feel the indifference and alienation.
My father looked at me as if he was looking at an unrelated stranger!
There is no such emotion, that feeling that a father and son should have.
This feeling of alienation from the family, in these years, after basically every contact, this feeling will become more obvious.
It seemed that my father had gradually forgotten the so-called feelings, bit by bit, peeled off bit by bit, left behind bit by bit, and no longer had them.
He...seems...has gradually lost the emotion he should have as a 'human being'!
Well, all emotions!
Zong Xingyu felt a sincere tingling feeling in his heart, and murmured: "We have no complaints, we are not qualified to complain... But father, I don't know if you have ever thought about it, but you are here in the West Palace." Your son, daughter-in-law, grandson, great-grandson... Xidian, there are many relatives and family members of yours... Do you still remember this incident?"
The black-clothed Demon Venerable nodded indifferently, and said lightly: "I remember, the west hall, not the east hall. There are my son, grandson, and all my relatives in the west hall. I remember."
What he said was so perfunctory and careless.
When he said these words, there was even a sense of ridicule and the urge to laugh in the heart of the black-clothed demon.
loved ones
ha!
loved ones? !
Is it meaningful to the great cause of Motu? Is it helpful
If the answer is no, then it is worth mentioning casually, why should you care more!
Zong Xingyu's heart was cold.
In front of Zong Yuankai, he is a son, but after putting aside this identity, he is also an old man with countless experiences, experience and wisdom. He naturally knows what is sincerity, what is perfunctory, what is indifference, and what is... Ignore!
He turned his head and looked at the gloomy place, the nine gloomy altars, the flames of different colors...
A trace of intense hatred flashed in his eyes.
His eyes swept over those figures who did not respond to his arrival and only concentrated on outputting essence to the altar, and there was an extremely sad and painful look in his eyes.
His gaze stayed for a long time, bleak but focused.
Many of them are elders who used to hug and play with themselves with smiles on their faces when they were young... During the process of growing up, many of them spared no effort to protect themselves by their side...
Take care of themselves in every possible way, even if they fight to the death; they will not allow anyone to hurt even a hair of their own!
They are the most cherished treasure in their hearts!
These people are all my father's old brothers, my uncles, uncles, I respect and love them; with them, I will no longer be afraid of anything in this world, any difficulties and dangers!
However, I don’t know when they all changed, they became taciturn, they didn’t like to move around, they became haggard and unrecognizable, and they became... I couldn’t find their past shadows anymore.
The elders who were once the closest were no longer familiar, and then became strangers, completely strangers, as if they hadn't seen each other when they met, and then, one by one, they disappeared from the outside world. statue.
Before everyone enters here, they will hold a grand funeral outside.
I clearly know that they are not dead, but this funeral is still necessary. At first, I am still very resistant; why do living people have a funeral
But... Later, I gradually got used to it, or because I understood it, it became clear.
As long as people who enter here... As long as they enter this gloomy place, they are essentially equivalent to a dead person.
No more talking.
No more water.
No more meals.
Even their eyeballs no longer move; every day, they just sit blindly, using their lives, souls, and energy to support these gloomy altars!
God knows how much Zong Xingyu hates these altars and this gloomy place.
It was this altar that took away all the warmth in this world from him!
Zong Xingyu looked at the sixty-three people sitting like zombies with eyes full of hope and warmth; his voice became louder and louder, as if he was arguing. Like thunder and thunder, it can be heard hundreds of miles away.
It's not so much a quarrel, it's better to say that he has an emergency plan, hoping that these cruel words can wake up these elders who are on the road of no return!
However, those sixty-three people remained deaf, not only their bodies remained motionless, but their eyes did not even move.
The black-clothed Demon Venerable just watched his son go crazy quietly, how could he not know his son's plan, and had resisted the urge to kill him countless times, and kept reminding himself in his heart: This is my son , this is my son, my son, son...
Son, don't kill!
But the tyrannical emotion originating from the soul is getting stronger and stronger, and it is becoming more and more difficult to suppress.
Yes, it is not for the original heart, and it comes from the disgust of the soul. This kind of emotion makes him extremely disgusted with the actions of this tiny human being speaking so loudly in front of him and brazenly provoking his authority...
If it wasn't for the murmur from the heart, reminding the person in front of him of the origin of the relationship with him repeatedly, or the black-clothed demon would have killed the personality in front of him long ago, this is a tug-of-war between the demonized soul and the family love of the heart!
"You don't need to shout anymore." The black-clothed demon finally said coldly: "They can't hear anything, so it's useless to waste their efforts and achieve nothing."
"But they are obviously still alive, and there is hope in living!" Zong Xingyu blurted out angrily.
"Alive...hope..." The black-clothed Demon Venerable shook his head, and suddenly burst out laughing: "Hehehehe..."
Hearing such laughter, Zong Xingyu suddenly felt horrified, and an unprecedented sense of fear was born spontaneously.
"Do you really know what it means to be alive?" The ghost in the eyes of the black-clothed demon gleams faintly, looking at his son: "Only a state like yours is qualified to say that you are alive."
Zong Xingyu took a deep breath, feeling his heart beating faster and faster for no reason, and asked in a strange way: "Then... Father, are you still alive?"
The originally cold eyes of the black-clothed demon king instantly turned into a sharp sword that sliced through the sky. He suddenly turned his head and stared firmly into his son's eyes. Clouds of thick black air emerged from his eyes. Every time a ball of devilish energy came out, it automatically turned into a black lotus flower in front of him, slowly rising.
That faint, quiet, cold, indifferent... eyes.
Zong Xingyu didn't know why, under the gaze of this gaze, he took a step back in panic, his eyes were full of fear.
"Do you want me to die?" The black-clothed demon still stared at Zong Xingyu.
Zong Xingyu shook his head again and again, and said in a panic, "No, no, no... the boy didn't mean that, how could it be..."
The eyes of the black-clothed Demon Lord stared at Zong Xingyu for a long time without blinking.
Zong Xingyu was completely in a state of panic, unable to extricate himself.
After a long, long time, the black-clothed Demon Lord closed his eyes, and the terrifying gloom disappeared the moment he closed his eyes.
It wasn't until this moment that Zong Xingyu gradually regained his shock, and the shock was slightly settled—
"Father, I know... I know, father, you are doing great things, big things that will shine for future generations..." Zong Xingyu murmured with pain on his face: "I have been trying my best to cooperate all these years... But, I don't know why. From time to time, I will never see the father in my memory again. Only when I dream back at midnight, the father in my memory will reappear. I recall when I was young, I was naughty, and you spanked my ass... "
"I was injured, and you bandaged my wound... When I was traveling in the rivers and lakes, I was bullied by others. Your angry expression and indisputable tone of anger at me..."
"Also, when I went out, you stood on the top of the mountain with your hands behind your back, watching me go away..."
The more Zong Xingyu said, the more sad he became: "I still remember, the last time you called me by my name, Xingyu... was seven thousand three hundred and twenty-seven years ago, that was the last time..."
"What is the reason that turned you into what you are now?" Zong Xingyu asked in grief and depression.
"I'm your son! Dear son!"
Zong Xingyu burst into tears.
The black-clothed Demon Venerable was still standing like a statue, his eyes flickered a little strangely; then he said indifferently: "Now that the enemy is at hand, how is it the right time to talk about the love between children? He will decide on the overall situation and have his own opinion." .”
It's still perfunctory, it's still evasion, it's always unclear, it's unclear!
The only flame of hope in Zong Xingyu's eyes was quickly extinguished and ceased to exist.
He took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions, and said softly: "It is true that the enemy is at present, and the situation is difficult to be optimistic. At this moment, the Laughing Monarch and others, leading a large number of peak experts, are already on their way to the West Hall , the day is approaching, and the final battle is about to break out. Father, dare we ask how we should deal with it?"
What Zong Xingyu said, at the beginning, he was still a little excited, but later, he had returned to complete calm, in a business-like, straightforward tone.
The black-clothed demon said lightly: "This battle is inevitable, let them in!"
"Let them in?" Zong Xingyu raised his head, stared at his father in disbelief, and couldn't help repeating: "Really don't make any resistance and let them drive straight in?"
"That's right." The black-clothed Demon Venerable walked leisurely, and said calmly, "It's within the West Hall, and the resistance forces in the entire Qingyun Tianyu have been wiped out in one fell swoop. From then on, there will be no trouble!"
This sentence can be described as extremely imposing, and it seems to be full of confidence.
But Zong Xingyu still had some difficulty accepting it: "But on the way of the opponent's attack, even if he is allowed to drive straight in without resistance, tens of thousands of disciples will probably lose their lives along the way!"
The black-clothed Demon Venerable turned his face slightly, and said softly: "Survival of the fittest and the strong prey on the weak, this is the iron rule of the Jianghu. Is it your first day in the Jianghu?!"
Zong Xingyu gritted his teeth, summoned up his courage and replied, "This... please forgive me for not being able to follow my orders!"
The body of the black-clothed Demon Lord floated out like a black cloud, and the voice came indifferently: "That's up to you."
As cold as ever, as devoid of emotion as ever.
The figure of the black-clothed Demon Lord just disappeared, never to be seen again.