This beam of light does not come from the stars, but from a more distant unknown world, but it only has a radius of one zhang when it falls on the ground. One can imagine how condensed it is.
Only the purest and most powerful energy, even the legendary gods, can create such a condensed beam of light.
It seems that this light is very similar to the holy light of the state religion, but the devil knows it is not, and Chen Changsheng is even more clear, they all know where this light comes from.
In the holy beam of light, the devil's clothes fluttered slightly, all the broken landscapes on his face were washed away, and his appearance was rapidly aging.
The seal formed from the Heavenly Book Monument left the range of the beam of light at some point, hovering quietly in the night sky.
Facing the devil in the beam of light, the seal shook slightly, as if there was a lot of emotion, thousands of memories, and it seemed to be saying goodbye to an old friend.
The next moment, that beam of light disappeared.
There is no change in Xueling Lake Park, no landslides and snowfalls, no changes in the world, no abyss descending, everything is as before, as if nothing happened.
The Demon Lord stood where he was.
Nanke is coming.
The emotions on the face of the young formation master were very complicated.
He looked at the Demon Lord, hesitated to speak, and did this three times, and finally fell silent.
The Demon Lord withdrew his gaze towards the starry sky, looked at the young formation master, did not speak, thoughtful.
Nan Ke came to the venue, looked at the current scene, and fell silent.
The silence that finds time again will eventually be broken by sound.
"You're dying, aren't you?"
The young formation master looked at the Demon Lord and asked softly, looking very cautious and a little timid.
The Demon Lord said: "If you are not sure about this, but you venture to the south, you are stupid."
The young master was quite sure that he was not stupid, so he laughed.
He laughed heartily.
In the next moment, the smug smile on his face disappeared without a trace and turned into sad tears.
He burst into tears.
He laughed and cried, happy but sad, painful but happy, humble but arrogant.
He was like a moody child, with grievances and a bit of pride, he watched the Demon Lord sobbing and said, "Is it okay this time?"
The Demon Monarch sighed, "It's alright."
The young formation master cried and said, "Then you will die this time, right?"
The Demon Lord calmly said: "Yes."
The young formation master's expression became a little nervous, he licked his dry lips, and asked, "Did I perform well this time?"
The Demon Lord looked at him with admiration, and said, "This game is really good."
Hearing the praise, the face of the young formation teacher suddenly became brighter, and even his steps became brisk.
He walked towards the Demon Lord, dancing and bouncing, like a stone rolling down from a lonely peak.
Nanke's face was a little pale, and he wanted to come over, but was stopped by the devil with his eyes.
The young formation master walked up to the Demon Lord, and carefully helped him to sit down, as if he didn't want the Demon Lord to feel any pain.
Then, he looked at Mojun seriously and asked, "Dad, does it hurt?"
Mojun looked at the young formation master, his eyes were full of pampering and satisfaction, and said, "It's not bad."
The young formation master raised his hand to wipe off the tears hanging from his eyelashes, and said, "I don't want to do this either."
While speaking, his right hand landed on the Demon Lord's chest like a black lightning bolt.
It was a dark dagger that could not reflect any light.
The dagger pierced deeply into the Demon Lord's chest, and golden blood gushed out from the hilt of the dagger.
It seems that this short sword is actually hollow.
The Demon King coughed in pain, and said, "You... shouldn't use... this sword."
"Because this is your friend's relic?" The young formation master pulled out the black short sword from the demon king's chest, glanced at the ground not far away, and said with a hint of anger: "That guy can use dragon whiskers to make swords , I am your son, why can't I use it?"
Chen Changsheng lay there.
The young formation master pulled the devil's hand from his body, broke off the devil's fingers one by one with great effort, and took out something from it.
The devil's expression remained calm, as if he couldn't feel the pain of the severed finger at all.
It was something like a horn comb, I don't know what it was, it should be his last resort to save his life.
Previously, if the young formation master hadn't cut off his last life with his sword in time, he might have found a chance to fight back.
"Auntie reminded me to be careful when facing you."
The young formation master looked at the claw comb, and said with lingering fear: "But no matter how careful I am, I never would have guessed that the demon horns are actually on your body."
He carefully put the horn comb in his pocket and put it away, looked at Mo Jun and said with a smile: "Didn't you say that my sister-in-law stole this holy object when she left Xuelao City more than 20 years ago? Dad , You are so cunning, we all thought it was leaving the mountain."
The Demon Lord smiled and said: "Your sister-in-law is so stupid that she was tricked by Xiao Xiaosu, I always have to teach him some lessons."
Thinking about the bloody case in the Longevity School back then, the young master said with emotion: "The lesson doesn't end here? Fortunately, you shouldn't be able to continue to teach me now."
At this time, the demon king's vitality was exhausted, he had no means, and he had no way to fight back.
After confirming all the details, the young formation master really felt relieved. He sat beside the demon king, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and finally calmed down after panting for a while. Suddenly, he looked at the starry sky and laughed, shaking again. Shaking his head, there seemed to be endless emotion.
"Actually, I'm also afraid, but what should I do? I still have to do it. Fortunately, I won in the end."
No matter the silence at the beginning or the madness later, whether standing or sitting or lying down, the Demon King, the young master and Nanke are actually all alike—they may be different in appearance, but their spirits are actually the same , especially when they are together.
They are like the black mountains, white waters, and the blood moon in the extreme north of the snow field, exuding cruel, bloody, mysterious meanings, but incomparably harmonious.
Perhaps the scene would have lasted longer if no one had interrupted, however, there is a human being in the painting.
It is also because he is a human being that it is impossible for him to stand in this painting.
Chen Changsheng stood up, and the painting suddenly became brighter.
The extremely firm brightness came from his eyes and his voice.
"From the battlefield to the Songshan Military Mansion to here, many people have died to protect you and save you. If you win, what about them?"
He looked at the young formation master and said: "No matter who you are, no matter why you came here, this is wrong."
The young formation master looked at him, he was a little surprised that he could still stand up, and then a mocking and sarcasm smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
"The Pope is as weird as the rumors say, but what else can you do?"