Bian Yanghong has never met Wang Zhice. But many years ago, he stayed in Lingyan Pavilion for one night, and looked at the portrait for a long time by the light of fireworks in daytime, or maybe it was just because Wang Zhice was Wang Zhice, so when he saw the scholar, They recognized each other.
Three years ago, Chen Changsheng met Wang Zhice in the cold mountain. For some reason, he didn't tell too many people about it, but in fact, many people knew that Wang Zhice was still alive, but he just traveled all over the world and couldn't find him. Of course, those Everyone is a big shot like Bie Yanghong.
Even though they are important people in this world, seeing Wang Zhice with their own eyes will still make them feel shocked and honored, and Bie Yang Hong is no exception.
His voice trembled slightly: "Master Wang?"
Wang Zhice didn't speak.
Bie Yanghong calmed down, walked to the lake not far from him, pointed to the remaining traces of the battle inside, and described his own analysis and re-enactment of the scene.
Wang Zhice still didn't speak, and quietly looked at somewhere in the cedar forest, wondering what he was thinking.
Bie Yanghong thought about those rumors, and couldn't help but said: "My lord, the demons are going south, don't you plan to make a move?"
In the pine forest, there is a slightly raised hill with residual snow on it, which looks very cold.
The Demon Lord died there, and he is still inside.
Wang Zhice knew, but he was not going to tell anyone, nor was he going to do anything to the remains of the old man.
Just like the one in the underground of the Orthodox Academy now.
The body is the same as the mountain.
What should die will eventually die.
No matter how hard you struggle, no matter how you build a mausoleum that is as high as the sky, it will become an inconspicuous little mound in the human world.
The Demon Lord is finally dead.
Your Majesty and Eldest Brother died many years ago.
Wang Zhice thought of many past events, many old people, and gave birth to many emotions.
He shook his head, ready to leave.
Bie Yanghong looked at his somewhat desolate back, and persuaded him, "His Majesty Taizong treated you coldly, but the world respects and loves you, how can you bear to abandon him?"
In all directions, Wang Zhice has always admired Bianhong the most, but he feels that this person's vision in choosing a partner is really bad. At this time, listening to this person's persuasion, he thought with a smile that he should persuade him to divorce his wife and not marry. , but replaced it with a sigh.
In this regard, what qualifications does he have to persuade others
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In the snow field thousands of miles away, the galaxy in the night sky is gradually revealing its true colors.
Heipao looked at Xueling quietly, as if seeing the old man.
The wind and snow were like yesterday, cold and chilling, he lifted the hood, revealing a corner of his face.
His skin had a deathly cyan color, but it couldn't hide his beauty, making people wonder what kind of peerless elegance he had back then.
The Demon Lord also looked towards the direction of Xueling, with wildfires burning faintly in his deep eyes, he seemed extremely interested, even excited.
"It's really Wang Zhice who came here? It's a pity that I didn't get to see this legendary figure."
The Demon Lord said in a hoarse voice: "It would be great if he chased me, I will definitely take a good look at him, and then tear him into pieces."
There is no doubt that Wang Zhice is the most terrifying enemy the demons have ever encountered in history.
In the history books of Snow Old City, there are many records about him.
On the ranking list of enemies hated by the demons, he was even higher than Emperor Taizong.
From thousands of years ago until now, hundreds of years have passed since the last news of Wang Zhice, the demons still hope that Wang Zhice is still alive, because they don't want this person to die, because only when he is alive can he see the failure of the human race and be broken. There are tens of thousands of corpses.
From this point of view, what the Demon Lord said is natural, but the problem is, if Wang Zhice really came after him at this time, with only him and the black robe, what confidence would he have to defeat Wang Zhice, keep Wang Zhice, and even kill him? Shredded into pieces
A heavy voice sounded, and Xue Yuan trembled.
A fallen mountain dog several tens of feet tall slowly walked out of the starlight, as if it had been in the void before.
In the huge corner of the inverted mountain lizard, a thin and thin figure sat cross-legged. The armor all over his body was covered with sunflowers woven with gold threads, and the extremely gorgeous green gemstones that gave people a sense of decay, but they still couldn't get away. Get rid of the coldness in his eyes.
He is the strongest in the Demon Army - the Demon Commander.
It turned out that he had been hiding in this snow field.
More than a dozen mountain-like black figures followed behind him, all of them were demon generals.
The formation put out by the demons tonight is indeed enough to besiege and kill any strong man in the world, even a legendary powerhouse. Facing such a formation outside Xuelao City back then, if Chen Changsheng hadn't sent the sword thousands of miles away, Su Li He was almost tortured to death, and even if he escaped in the end, he was seriously injured.
A regretful sigh seeped out from the magic commander's armor.
The dozen or so demon generals also had similar feelings.
The starlight shone on the chin of the black robe, and the light green death was slightly scattered, leaving only a beautiful paleness.
"Although this person is still alive, he is already dead." Heipao said, looking in Xueling's direction.
His voice did not have any emotional fluctuations, but the demons present could hear strong sarcasm and a hint of deep resentment.
On Moshuai's armor full of green rust, there is a heart guard looking broken, and the side of the mirror is inlaid with the purest spar.
He stretched out his hairy hand and took out something wrapped in cloth from the breastplate.
Obviously, he was full of disgust for that thing in Bree, and he didn't want to stay in his hand for a while, and threw it directly to the ground.
The package landed on the snowy field, and there was a muffled bang, and then there was a pitiful but tooth-piercing sharp curse.
"As expected of the ancestral court of the Southern Sect, the background is not shallow. The Longevity Sect has been killed twice by Su Li, and yet it can hide such a sinister and powerful method."
Mo Shuai's voice was very sharp and unpleasant: "However, there are some flaws in the Taoism. I asked the Yinfu master of the Elders' Association to make some improvements, and it should be much easier to use."
It was thrown from a height of tens of feet onto the cold snow field, but the thing didn't look injured, it kept struggling, and looked a bit like a small animal.
The devil's eyes fell on that thing, showing some disgust, and he was a little more afraid after hearing the words "yin talisman master of the elders' meeting". In his eyes, this thing was born as a monster, and now it has been transformed , and there is a bloody and weird smell everywhere.
"Go back to the south and do your business. If Chen Changsheng is still alive, remember to kill him a few more times."
A golden hemp rope fell on the palm of the demon king, and the cloth bag on the snow was untied.
A black shadow leaped out from inside, and it flew tens of feet away in an instant.
With the help of the starlight, one can vaguely see that it is a thin human being, but his body is covered with extremely deep hair, somewhat like the state of a demon race incompletely transformed, and when he stares at a certain position, he looks sluggishly. Occasionally, a feeling of madness flashed in his eyes, like a beast that had been tortured endlessly.
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