Chapter six hundred and ninety-six is ??just a ray of demon soul
"My lord, now the master of the palace is summoning the masters of the West Palace to use the strongest lineup, the most extreme means, and the most brutal tactics to block the Laughing Monarch's attack step by step! Although this approach has caused a lot of casualties, it will definitely not
Most of the dead are still outside the range of demon soul recovery..."
The short fat man knelt in front of the Demon Lord and said in a heavy voice: "In other words, a large amount of the soul power that was supposed to enter the altar has been lost and has no way to join the altar... Please make a decision, Lord."
The Black-clothed Demon Lord was silent for a moment, and said grimly: "Decision? How to decide? Tell me how to decide?"
"This..." The short fat man was stunned when he heard this.
I thought to myself, isn’t this what you care about most? Should anyone or anything give way to this matter?
Why are you acting as if nothing is wrong now?
The black-clothed demon lord closed his eyes and said quietly: "Ask the young hall master to withdraw the people. Just say... I said so."
The short fat man was stunned again when he heard this, and then hurriedly responded: "Yes!"
After that, he left quickly.
One moment you looked helpless, but the next moment you immediately gave instructions to deal with it... This... How does it feel like you are talking to two people, no, you should be talking to one person with two different minds.
When people talk to each other, it just feels like this abnormal feeling...
The short fat man hurried to the west hall like a wisp of blue smoke.
"Your Majesty, the Lord said..."
"What did he say?" Zong Xingyu turned his head coldly.
"The Lord said... let you temporarily stop the blocking action against the Laughing Monarch, let them in, and then block them. The current blocking location is not suitable, it is not..."
"Stop, I want to know, what identity is he using to order me?" Zong Xingyu said faintly: "Your master is the master of Demon Soul Dao, but Demon Soul Dao is not the West Palace, but the West Palace, just
There is only one voice, and that is me! I am the master of the West Palace!"
"He has no position, and he is even less qualified to order me." Zong Xingyu turned his head arrogantly, stared at the short and fat man in black, and said coldly: "So please go back and tell your master. If you want to say anything,
, or if you want to achieve something, just do it yourself, and using others as a sounding board will not achieve your goal."
The short fat man was stunned for a moment.
He never imagined in his wildest dreams that Zong Xingyu's attitude would be so tough and leave no room for anything.
Before he came, he had thought that there would be certain obstacles in this trip, but as long as he spoke beautifully and analyzed the interests clearly, he could always achieve his goal. And his goal was not to completely reject Zong Xingyu's strategy, but to let him
He just moved his position to the effective range of the altar. Considering the current situation, although there will be a certain degree of loss, it is by no means difficult.
However, he never expected that Zong Xingyu had no intention of talking to him and refused directly, which was unusually tough!
Facing such a tough Zong Xingyu, Chubby was at a loss and didn't know what to do.
No matter how disobedient Zong Xingyu is, he is still the Lord's son.
Between father and son, what can't be said? What can't be discussed?
Even though he was beaten to pieces, he still couldn't speak.
Seeing Zong Xingyu's cold and hard face, there was no room for negotiation.
The short fat man sighed and could only turn around and go back.
After hearing the reply from the black-clothed demon, Yang Tian looked at it for a long time. After a while, he said calmly: "After all, it's just a wisp of demon soul!"
The short fat man blinked his eyes, obviously not understanding the meaning behind the black-clothed demon lord's words.
You mean...what?
However, he saw that the Demon Lord had already raised his sleeves and suddenly lost sight of him with a sudden sound.
…
Zong Xingyu had a cold face and his eyes were constantly watching the battle situation in the distance.
There should be a fight going on, and a constant fight.
Although the eyesight is limited and cannot see the specific situation, the spiritual consciousness can still feel the general situation there. On the other side of the battlefield, there are many spaces trembling almost every moment...
But although his eyes were cold and sharp, deep in his eyes, he was actually looking forward to something...
He did not focus all his attention on the distant battle.
In other words, more than 90% of his attention was focused on another thing.
So much so that his eyes, movements, and body fell into a state of rigidity and were abnormally disharmonious.
The wind roared, a black mist appeared, and a "sudden" sound appeared at the top of the sky.
Zong Xingyu's body suddenly trembled, but he remained stubborn and did not look back.
With a cultivation level as advanced as his, he naturally knew that his father had arrived.
But at this moment, Zong Xingyu is like a stubborn child, angry with his father. I know you are here, I know you have something to say, I know you are dissatisfied with me, but I just don’t look back.
Look at you.
What can you do to me?!
The black mist condensed into a human shape.
Zong Xingyu is waiting.
Waiting and guessing, what will his father say to him when he takes the initiative to find him for the first time in so many years?
He racked his brains to guess, and even guessed that his heart was sour and trembling.
I felt that my eyes were filled with tears due to the sour moisture, and I gradually couldn't control them.
However, Zong Xingyu never imagined that he would actually hear——
"Do you know what you are doing?" Demon Lord's voice was cold, still full of indifference.
"Of course I know what I'm doing." Zong Xingyu said angrily.
"I didn't ask you what you were doing, I just asked you, do you know what you are doing?!" Demon Lord's voice was calm and cold.
"Of course I know?" Zong Xingyu suddenly wanted to explode: "How could you not know? Father, since you..."
He could not continue what he said because he was interrupted by the Demon Lord.
The Demon Lord stared at him with cold eyes: "Don't call me father!"
Zong Xingyu was stunned.
"You should call me Lord." The Demon Lord looked at him coldly.
Zong Xingyu's eyes widened.
"Demon Soul Dao, what is a Demon Soul?" Demon Lord looked at him.
Zong Xingyu felt stars flashing in his mind, everything was blurry. For a moment, he didn't know what he was thinking, what he was doing, or even where he was at this moment.
"The path of demon souls is countless demon souls!"
"Everyone who has practiced demonic skills and been baptized by the Demon Lord is a demon soul." The Demon Lord looked at him without any emotion in his eyes: "In other words, you are too, and you are no exception."
"Me too!?" Zong Xingyu stumbled, took three steps back, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the Demon Lord with disbelief: "You think I am too?! Me too..."
"Yes, so are you." Demon Lord said lightly: "You are just a wisp of demon soul, that's all."
Zong Xingyu's mind went blank.
"The so-called relationship between father and son has no relationship at all; father and son for more than 10,000 years? It's just a lie!" Demon Lord looked at him with some mockery: "Do you really think that love and justice are as important as you think?
?”
Zong Xingyu shouted in a broken voice: "Do you know what you are talking about? What is the blood relationship between father and son? There is no connection at all, and what does all this have to do with the importance of love and righteousness?"
"Isn't it just because of the so-called relationship between father and son that you dare not obey orders?" Demon Lord said coldly: "You have the confidence to be arrogant and arrogant? The courage to have your own way? Do you think I will never deal with you? So
How dare you ignore and disobey my orders!"
"In the final analysis, is it just because you are my son? Or, you were once my son?" Demon Lord's words were like the sharpest steel knives, piercing deeply into Zong Xingyu's heart.
heart.
His heart was instantly filled with holes and dripping with blood.
"What is the past? What is the past?!" Zong Xingyu shouted almost out of his mind: "Have you forgotten all about our family's past? Have you really forgotten all of it?"
"It's true that we were a family back then, but after you accepted the baptism of the Demon Lord, this connection no longer exists!"
The Demon Lord snorted coldly: "Since you are a demon, why do you need these ridiculous human emotions?"
"I'm warning you for the last time. It can be regarded as remembering that last point, what you firmly believe...that ridiculous father-son relationship." The black-robed figure of the Demon Lord flew up: "Withdraw your people immediately!"
"If it really delayed my grand plan, even you would have only entered the altar one day earlier and become..."
"...That should have been paid for long ago, a wisp of demon soul!"
Before he finished speaking, the figure of the Demon Lord had disappeared without a trace.
Zong Xingyu stood there like a clay sculpture, motionless for a long time.
His lips were trembling unconsciously, blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with deathly gray.
He stood blankly on the top of the zenith for a day and a night. The morning wind, rain and dew dyed his hair white. The originally long black hair turned completely gray when he moved around again.
Zong Xingyu, who has resumed his activity, seems to be as tall and straight as before, but it gives people the feeling that he is already a little rickety.
Something in my heart has collapsed.
Zong Xingyu strode back to the main hall of the West Palace, and immediately issued an order with the strongest and toughest attitude——
"All members of the West Palace are dispatched! Everyone arrives at the battlefield as soon as the order is conveyed! Defend the enemy three hundred miles away from the main summit of the West Palace. If you don't win, you will die!"
"If we are unable to stop the army of the Laughing Monarch, then everyone in the West Palace will be collectively destroyed three hundred miles away!"
"This order is executed immediately!"
"Within half a quarter of an hour, those belonging to the West Hall who fail to gather on time will be killed without mercy!"
This order was immediately sent out to every cultivator belonging to the West Hall.
Outside, a loud bell rang immediately.
Countless figures rushed over from all directions at an almost life-threatening speed.