The young Demon Lord stopped talking, lowered his body, touched the Demon Lord's forehead lightly, and muttered something softly.
What he spoke was not the ordinary language of the demons, with a sense of sadness that seemed natural, like a last prayer or a blessing.
Dying, his father.
The brightness in Mojun's eyes has gradually dimmed, just like the star in the north of the night sky.
Nanke held his hand on the other side, but he ignored it.
He just looked at the young Demon Lord quietly, patted the back of his hand lightly, and then slowly closed his eyes.
As his eyes closed, his breathing became longer, until there was no gap, and it stopped.
The faint blue starlight spread from the wound in his abdomen, turning his demon body into frozen ice.
The cold wind is no longer howling, the stars are avoiding the distance, the night is getting thicker and thicker, and there is silence, as if time and space are frozen.
The devil is dead.
This is the end of a generation of legends.
The most turbulent period of history thousands of years ago has finally come to a slightly sloppy end at this moment.
For the human race, that period of history has come to an end with the departure of the pavilion in front of Tianshu Mausoleum and the collapse of Lingyan Pavilion.
For the Demon Race and the entire continent, tonight is the real end.
After an unknown amount of time, the young Demon Lord wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, stopped mourning, and stood up.
As he got up, the night in the sky seemed to pour into his body, making him appear extremely tall and powerful.
Countless tens of thousands of years of powerhouse inheritance were officially and completely handed over to him at this moment.
From this moment on, he is the king of the Northern Continent and the master of the Demon Race, no need for any prefix, young or new generation.
He is the devil.
He looked at Chen Changsheng.
"When a great figure like father leaves this world, he shouldn't be so lonely or dull. Fortunately, you, the Pope of the human race, are buried with you, which is barely a consolation. Now, you can go to die. Of course, your things To stay."
Chen Changsheng said, "What are you referring to?"
The Demon Lord was silent for a while, and said, "Zhou Yuan? Tianshu Monument? Although I lost a father tonight, the compensation I can get will not be too little."
Hearing these words, Chen Changsheng confirmed that he really knew the source of his confidence, so where did his confidence come from
"Don't try to enter Zhou Garden." The Demon Lord looked into his eyes and said, "Although I am not a strong man like my father who can cut off your connection with the space, I assure you that when you try to travel through the space , I have countless ways to make you fail."
Chen Changsheng thought for a while and asked, "Black robe?"
The Demon Lord was a little surprised, and said: "You can think of the reason so quickly, and your mind is still clear."
After the change of the Zhou Garden, Li Gong and Li Shan conducted a long-term analysis and confirmed that the black robe knew the Zhou Garden very well, and was able to influence the rules of the Zhou Garden through some method. At the beginning, the soul hub that could make the beast tide was destroyed in Nanke's hands, and the iron plate of the black robe was also pierced by the sky-shielding sword, but who can guarantee that there is no other way
He was seriously injured at the hands of the Demon Lord, the little black dragon was thrown thousands of miles away, the green leaf was not there, the stele of the book of heaven had not yet been enlightened, Zhou Yuan dared not enter without permission, no matter who came to see it, what Chen Changsheng thought at this time It is extremely difficult to leave alive, but he himself does not think so.
"I want to leave at this time, it's very simple." Chen Changsheng looked at Mo Jun and said.
The Demon Monarch looked slightly different, and asked, "Really?"
Chen Changsheng looked at him and said, "Just kill you."
When he said this, he was very calm.
The Demon Lord raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Do you think you are qualified to say such things?"
"Why am I not qualified to say such a thing?"
Chen Changsheng said: "You are older than me but not much older. You are good at forbearance but your real talent may not be as high as mine. You are the devil, I am the pope, and I am no less magic weapon than you. No matter what angle you look at Look, I am no worse than you, why can't I fight with you?"
Realm strength, cultivation talent, adventure, status and power... Of course, the young demon king is the best one in the world.
But there are two figures on this continent who can rival the young Lord in all respects.
Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong.
The Demon Lord looked at him quietly, then suddenly laughed, and said, "It does make sense, but you seem to have been seriously injured tonight."
"Yes, but why are you talking so much to me?"
Chen Changsheng said: "This shows that you don't have the confidence to kill me, and this gives me a lot of confidence, the confidence to kill you."
After saying this, he stretched out his hand into the night.
Several stone beads turned from the Tianshu tablet flew back from the night without a sound and landed on his wrist.
I don't know how many bones on his body were broken, but his left arm was still intact. In the night sky earlier, he was going to use his left hand to draw a sword.
At this time, his left hand was still holding the sword tightly, very stable.
Thousands of swords flew from the bottom of the lake, flew out of the chaotic forest, and came to the surroundings of his body, hovering quietly and stably.
Feeling the strong sword intent in the night sky, the Demon Lord narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "Tell me, what would happen if Su Li came to use these swords?"
This sentence has nothing to do with the present, and it seems very sudden.
Just like the Demon King's shot.
The Demon King's weapon is not the stone pestle called Xing Kong Killer, but a horn comb.
To be more precise, it was a powerful magic weapon much like a horn comb.
It's called Omen Horn.
The Heavenly Demon Horn brought countless streams of thick black air and descended towards Chen Changsheng.
Black permeates the snow valley, covering the starry sky, as if it is a real night, and it is also like a bottomless abyss, which is daunting.
Looking at this scene, Chen Changsheng recalled the night he saw on the snowy field after leaving Zhou Garden, and his expression was a little dignified.
The young demon lord has endured for many years, hiding all his talents and talents under his unrestrained appearance, and finally showed his edge tonight.
After obtaining a complete inheritance, his realm is unimaginably powerful!
In the younger generation of Terran, it is difficult to find an equally powerful figure.
Whether it was him or Xu Yourong, there was a clear gap between him and even if Lord Qiu Shan came, he shouldn't be able to win against the other party.
Unless it is Xiao Zhang, Liang Wangsun and others who are at the top of the Xiaoyao list, or they have the strength to fight with them.
He is now seriously injured, and his sword control is less than one-tenth of his peak state. He can only fight against foreign objects with magic weapons, let alone an opponent.
But he didn't lie before, he really wanted to try to kill the Demon Lord.
Because he has other means, other helpers.