"At this time, no one will bother us anymore."
After the Demon Lord finished speaking, he coughed.
His cough sounded like the echo of a waterfall in a deep valley, so deep and far away that the landscape covering his face was slightly deformed accordingly.
Chen Changsheng looked at him and said, "Your injury is much worse than when you were in Hanshan."
Countless years ago, the demon king was defeated by Zhou Dufu, and he was seriously injured and never recovered. That year he sneaked into the cold mountain just to drink Chen Changsheng's blood to heal his injuries. In the cold mountain, he had a confrontation with the old man Tianji, which cost him a lot of mental power. On the way back to Xuelaocheng, he met Baidi who had been waiting for a long time on the snowfield.
That earth-shattering battle caused both him and Baidi to lose, which indirectly led to the rebellion two years ago.
Later, he was knocked down into the abyss by the black robe and the magic commander. Although he was rescued by Nan Ke at great risk, his injuries were even more serious.
For thousands of years, he has been the Demon Lord. In fact, he has also been the wounded or the sick for thousands of years.
To be precise, his strength now is less than one-fifth of what he was in his heyday. It seemed cool and easy to beat Haidi with his sleeves before, but if it were the same as before, where would he need to reach out? The most important thing is that his current injuries are so serious that he may die at any time, so he is in a hurry to find Chen Changsheng... eat him.
The Demon Lord said calmly: "Even if the injury is more serious, I don't have many opponents in this world."
Knowing that this was the truth, Chen Changsheng looked at the scabbard and said, "But now you have no way to threaten me."
An Hua and the general had already been sent to the Zhou Garden by him, even if he died at this time, the demon king would have no way to kill them.
This fact allowed him to stop worrying about Zhi Zhi's safety for the time being, and his mood was calmer.
Tonight, the demon clan has lost such a strong person as Haidi, as long as he burns all his flesh and blood into green smoke before he dies, then the demon king will surely die too.
He is the pope, but he is still extremely far away from the sacred realm, so it is a good deal—for the human race.
The landscape on Mojun's face suddenly became chilly, as if it had changed from watercolor to ink painting: "Do you want to commit suicide?"
Looking at the terrified ant crawling out of a hole on the scorched ground about three feet in front of his right hand, Chen Changsheng said, "That's the only way."
The Demon Lord pointed to the string of stone beads in his hand and said, "You still have other choices."
Chen Changsheng knew what he was talking about and shook his head.
At the beginning of the war, he once imagined that he could use Zhou Garden or Qingye World to temporarily escape, but now he has given up this idea.
First of all, it is easy for the Demon Lord to grasp the traces of space travel and enter by way.
This risk is not great for others, but what he is facing is the Demon Lord. You must know that the Demon Lord entered Zhou Garden many years ago and took away a Tianshu tablet. I believe it is the one used by Haidi just now. The broken stele had now turned back into the small ashlar seal tied around the Demon Lord's waist.
Secondly, when he was in Hanshan, he had already confirmed that it was very difficult to travel through space in front of the Demon Lord at such a short distance.
In the end, Chen Changsheng was unwilling to take any risks.
He couldn't accept even the slightest risk of being captured alive by the Demon Lord.
—Only negotiating. Of course, the basis of negotiating is that he has a real determination to die, and he can clearly let the devil feel it.
Then he can't have the idea of using Zhou Yuan to escape temporarily, not at all.
The Demon Lord said: "I will not let you die."
Chen Changsheng said: "I have studied Taoism since I was a child, and I have practiced Taoism for several years. It is very difficult. Now at least I can guarantee it. I don't know how to come, but I know how to go."
The devil said: "Even after you die, I might kill many people to vent my anger?"
Chen Changsheng said: "I said before, I have never believed in saving sentient beings. I only care about everyone I can see."
"Really? Then you seem to have forgotten something."
The night wind blew wildly, and a stretcher floated out from the ruins by the lake, skilfully crossed the dense sword array woven by thousands of swords, and landed at the Demon Lord's feet. The young formation master on the stretcher was still unconscious, with a faint blueness under the dark facial skin, and it seemed that he might die at any time.
"This is a real person that you can see." Mojun said without looking at the stretcher, staring into Chen Changsheng's eyes.
Following his words, the night covered his face gradually deepened, but the landscape added a bit of color instead.
Chen Changsheng was a little helpless.
He originally thought that this negotiation would be like what Tang Thirty-Six had said before, they would raise some conditions with each other, and then nothing else would happen.
Unexpectedly, the other party immediately showed the bottom line for himself to see.
He is indeed not good at negotiating, let alone dealing with such complicated issues under threat.
Fortunately, this complicated question is a multiple-choice question, and he can use the method of elimination to do it.
There are four options for this question.
He couldn't just watch the wounded man on the stretcher being killed by the Demon Lord, and he might even torture him in the cruelest way because he couldn't bear it.
It is also impossible for him to really abandon his sword and surrender because of this, and turn himself into a pill for the devil to take.
Then there are only two options left.
Before reaching the final desperate situation, the option of suicide and burning blood can be moved back, so there is only the last method left.
out the sword.
This was the activity that took place in his mind for a short time, and he solved this complex problem in the simplest way.
It is very simple to draw out the sword to fight and die, and it is much better than not knowing how to choose and being anxious to the extreme.
He threw the dagger in his hand.
The name of the sword is Wugou, and it is indeed Wugou. It is absolutely smooth, absolutely sharp, and the blade can reflect everything.
The shredded frost and snow in the lake garden, the flames flying everywhere, and the slightly deformed stars.
A ray of light tore through the night sky and headed towards the Demon King.
Thousands of famous swords followed, like a dragon.
Looking at this scene, Nan Ke's pupils shrank slightly, and he naturally remembered the battle in Zhou Garden that year.
At that time, she combined with the golden-winged roc by virtue of her soul pivot, and her realm was almost sacred, but in the end she was defeated by this sword dragon.
Now Chen Changsheng is of course much stronger than before, but the situation has changed, this stegosaurus is definitely not as powerful as it was then, but she is still a little worried, because her father has actually been seriously injured and because of this stegosaurus, it is obvious It is different from the stegosaurus in Zhou Garden.
If you look carefully, you can find that the thousands of swords are trembling slightly, but they are hidden.
The concealment and development here are not about sword power, but sword moves.
The reason why those thousands of swords trembled slightly, giving people a feeling of being hidden, was because Chen Changsheng hadn't really drawn out the sword yet.
He endowed each sword in the night sky with a corresponding one-stroke sword technique, which is currently on the rise.
What kind of momentum will it be when thousands of swords unleash their sword moves at the same time