The year 253 of the first year of Tianwu was also the 253rd year of the reign of Emperor Tianwu of the Dajing Dynasty.
The world is in chaos and the people are in dire straits.
War breaks out everywhere and rivers are stained with blood.
Naturally, demons come out of the dusty corners and cause trouble in the world. They hide in wars and thirst for human flesh and blood. Violence, desire, and endless evil thoughts flood the world. It seems that it is the era of demons, with groups of demons dancing wildly,
Like the sky roaring with filial piety, to announce their return.
The demon capital is decorated with blood moon human bones.
"winter--!"
The man in luxurious robes knelt down, making a crisp sound between his knees and the floor.
He leaned down and lowered his proud head.
His peripheral vision caught a trace of black clothes. The figure walked casually in front of where he was kneeling and continued walking into the distance.
The sound of the flute also gradually faded away in his ears.
Li Chengqi walked behind the figure in Xuan Yi. He looked down with a complicated expression.
This is the Demon City. It is the most evil and cruel land in the countless legends and stories he heard when he was a child. Even the gods will not cast any eyes on this place. Any words that talk about the Demon City can make the child stop.
Crying, but most of the people Li Chengqi met could not speak about the demon city. In the eyes of the world, this city is associated with ominousness.
It is located in the deepest part of the Demon Realm and is the only city in the Demon Realm. It has been inhabited by generations of demon rulers and serves as the palace of the demon emperor.
If a large number of monsters are rampant in the world, the order must come from here, from the monster emperor sitting on the throne.
But when he looked over at this moment, he saw that this capital of the demon clan, the extremely evil city, had no fangs at all.
In other words, its exposed fangs were broken by the person in front of Li Chengqi.
Thousands of huge figures were prostrate on the ground, with their backs arched and their heads buried in the ground, clinging to the dust. They didn't even dare to raise their eyes. One after another, the figures of these great demon kings seemed invisible.
At the edge, their kneeling postures continued to the end of the horizon that he could see. But the most conspicuous one was the abyss.
It spread from the palace of the demon emperor to the abyss outside the demon capital.
The depth was bottomless, tearing apart most of the demon city. Even the mountains in the distance fell into it, and the clouds in the sky also cracked the same deep scars as on the ground.
Li Chengqi withdrew his gaze and looked at the slender figure in front of him.
He may never forget that sword light for the rest of his life.
Everything lost color in front of this sword, tearing apart the earth, the sky, and the demon emperor who was proud of the world.
Maybe people never imagined that there would be such a being who killed the leader of a group of demons in the demon capital, making all the demons bow their heads and turn into pious people.
Li Chengqi exhaled gently.
Is this the "Master"? Even if he loses his lineage, his dongxiao, and his dharma, he is still invincible and can kill all enemies.
That demon king didn't have to die.
He made rude remarks, thinking that the "Master" was an emperor of the Supreme Palace Realm just like him. The Supreme Realm of the Imperial Dao was indeed very strong, but this was the capital of all monsters and under the blood moon, so what about the Supreme Realm of the Imperial Dao? As a
The leader of the group of demons, he naturally possesses unrivaled courage and can conquer mountains and rivers with great power. He sees that the "Master" is not a human monk but also a demon. As the emperor of the demon clan, he wants the Master to surrender to him.
Thus, he was able to witness the sword.
All the evil spirits dispersed, and just a ray of sword light overflowed, tearing apart the big demon nearby and shattering the mountains.
Devouring the demon queen, the sword light continued to spread until the demon city was destroyed.
Like the dawn that rises after millions of years in this endless dark demon realm, the light annihilates demons.
"Kacha——" Suddenly, a crisp voice resounded throughout the entire demon city.
The big demons lying on the ground widened their eyes. They realized something, but they still didn't dare to raise their heads and suppressed themselves. An old demon clan official stood up. After all, he couldn't bear it. He looked at the sky above the demon capital, and then staggered.
The ground retreats.
"Heaven perishes our clan!" He cried hoarsely, and the next moment his head was cut off by a ray of sword light, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
The sound of the demon clan veteran falling to the ground echoed with the crisp sound of shattering glass in the sky.
Li Chengqi saw the blood moon that was always hanging above the Demon City... shattered!
He was stunned.
This blood moon is mentioned in many legends.
The reason why the demon king is so confident is also because of this blood moon. It seems to have power that is difficult for ordinary people to understand and comes from an unknown ancient era.
Now, this blood moon is broken.
It fell in scattered pieces, like a blood-red snow.
The heavy snow covered everything. He stood on a high place and saw the trembling of the demons in his eyes. The demons were afraid. The passing of the demon emperor was not terrible. In the long time, although the demon emperor in the extreme palace realm was rare, it was not impossible.
, is by no means the only one, this position is inherently rotating, and the old emperor will experience challenges again and again, either to stabilize his rule or die.
But this round of blood jade has existed in the history recorded by the demon clan. It hangs high above the demon capital, watching the entire demon realm.
If the shattering of the blood moon hadn't appeared in front of them, it would be hard for them to believe that such an eternal thing would be broken into pieces and become a heavy snow.
Blood-colored snow does not melt when it falls on the ground, but accumulates instead.
This is not burying the ruins of the earth, this is burying the future of the demon clan!
Then, Li Chengqi heard a dull loud noise.
Like a giant drum hammering in the sky.
At first he thought it was thunder, but he quickly rejected this idea. The sound became clearer and heavier, and it beat rhythmically and regularly. This was the heartbeat!
The drums beat one after another.
The group of demons could not or dared to raise their heads under this majesty, so Li Chengqi saw this scene alone.
A huge statue of a god between illusion and reality sits in the high sky. It is bathed in golden light and flows through the spiritual sea. From the vast sea of spiritual energy, there is also a looming illusory shadow.
And the sound of the drums came from the chest of the golden statue!
Li Chengqi backed away slowly.
Even though the statue didn't have any ill intentions towards him, nor did it even cast a single glance at him. In fact, the statue was illusory. He still backed away, not daring to look directly at it.
The sound of the flute stopped, and the figure in black clothes put down the flute.
Li Xi'an raised his head and stared at the golden statue in the sky. After a long time, he smiled.
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Miluo Mountain, Guanluo Hall.
This is the place where Wu Yan arrived when he returned to report the important events of the "ancestor" to Lord Milo and the Supreme Elder.
Most of the time, this is the palace where Lord Milo entertains distinguished guests.
The Lord of Milo may not appear for decades. The longest time it took was hundreds of years before the Guanluo Hall was opened.
Now is probably the time when Guanluo Hall opens its doors most frequently. Wu Yan stepped on her sword and thought. In the past few months, in less than half a year, this hall has been opened more than ten times, and the dragon has appeared.
The endless elders and even the Lord of Miluo have become common big figures in Miluo Mountain at some point.
They all originate from...that ancestor.
The long sword fell and floated behind her, and Wu Yan followed the other elders into the hall.
Huh? Wu Yan was stunned. The moment she walked into the hall, she was overwhelmed by silence. It was dead silent, and the face of the usually gentle sect leader became terrifyingly gloomy.
What happened? She thought, maybe it was something terrible.
The chaos in the world has nothing to do with them. Demons causing harm to the world is also a cycle, and Mount Milo has never intervened. Obviously, the chaos in the world cannot make Milo fall into such an atmosphere. Then there is only one answer, that ancestor , what did you do again.
In these few months, the ancestor walked through many lands without any concealment, and his footprints were all over the world. Because of his existence, wars and wars seemed insignificant. There were more than tens of millions of worshipers, as many as sand and stones on the ground. Wherever he arrived, When everything on earth calms down, the greedy and chaotic people in the world will be nothing more than insignificant prostrate figures among the worshipers.
To this world, what this person did is undisputedly great.
Wu Yan didn't know why the Supreme Elders always had gloomy faces when they heard these things, as if this ancestor shouldn't act like this. He should be as high as Milo and not care about life, old age, illness and death. Wu Yan actually didn't understand this ancestor either. Why do he do this? It doesn't seem to be of any benefit to him. For a creature of this level, this world should be just passerby and meaningless.
At this time, Wu Yan's thoughts were interrupted by solemn words from a high place.
Lord Milo stood up and said——
"The Demon Emperor is dead."
"This matter has been confirmed. Everyone, do you have anything to say?" The man shrouded in rosy clouds turned his back. It was obvious that he had not even turned his head, but everyone felt that they were being watched. With this sentence Buttons ring in their hearts.
"Sir, Master, was the old emperor overthrown by the new Demon Emperor?" An elder asked tentatively.
This is a disciple of Miluo who often deals with monsters.
He knew everything about the handover of the Monster Clan's throne. The death of the old emperor was indeed shocking, but it was not impossible. It was not worthy of the sect leader's posture.
"No." The old man holding the one-horned dragon staff beside him said.
"It's that one."
The originally noisy background seemed to be cut off, and everyone looked at the old man, 'that one'. In Milo, there is only one 'that one'. He represents the strongest person in this world, and he shows it to everyone unscrupulously. His figure is still mysterious and unknown, and even in Milo's eyes, he has become more dangerous.
"Ancestor, I went to the Demon Realm and the Demon City." The old woman on the other side said.
"He killed the old emperor of the demon clan and at the same time, shattered the blood moon of the demon capital."
"Monster Capital Blood Moon? Supreme Elder, are you serious about this?" Someone asked immediately, their words full of disbelief.
"Of course." The old woman nodded slightly.
"Everyone also knows that Demon City Blood Moon, like Miluo Mountain, has existed since ancient times, even earlier than our historical records. Even in the past of Miluo and the era when Zu walked, there was no Demon City Blood Moon. A crushing situation.”
"And... the demons in the demon realm claimed that they saw the statue of the god, a golden statue sitting cross-legged on the clouds." The old woman said in a deep voice, and she looked at Wu Yan in the corner.
"Wu Yan, was the statue of the god you were inspired to see that day golden?"
Looking around, at this time, most people's eyes were focused on her. She knew that this was something that the Supreme Elder had determined, and asking again was to show the result to everyone.
This amazing and destined result.
"For the record, the Supreme Elder, the statue my disciple saw that day was indeed golden, as if bathed in gold!" She bowed and replied.
Before today, Milo's attitude towards that 'ancestor' was always in an ambiguous state.
Neither contact nor confirm, just let it walk in the world. This is very strange, not only Wu Yan, but also other disciples find it strange. Logically speaking, the existence of an ancestor, Milo, as the most powerful in the world The oldest Taoist tradition should contact and confirm. But Milo did nothing. If it is said that he does not pay attention to it, it seems that there is no such person. Every time Guanluo Hall is opened, it is because of his ancestors.
contradiction.
Very contradictory.
This feeling lingered around Wu Yan ever since she entered the main hall and spoke of the existence of "ancestor".
Milo has a fear that he shouldn't have.
It's not awe in the face of powerful creatures, but outright fear.
"The ancestors are followed by our descendants of Miluo." Suddenly, a sigh sounded from high up.
The man turned around and scanned the entire hall with his thunderous eyes.
"What Wu Yan said at the beginning was that the younger generation was named Li Chengqi, and he had been by his side ever since the ancestor appeared in front of us. When they first met this younger generation, several elders saw the book, Lord Milo's Chronicles .It was written by the Lord Milo in the dark age."
"All the disciples know about this matter. Why did the sect leader mention this matter? The bloodline has been baptized for a long time and is no longer the same as before. The younger generation can only be said to be related to Milo, regardless of whether he is the Lord of Milo or not. None of my descendants are important." The elder standing in the front asked for instructions.
"Isn't it important..." The man smiled suddenly.
"That's all."
"I'm inviting you all here just for one thing this time."
"Master, please give me your instructions!" The elders leaned over. Wu Yan naturally followed, but the ominous premonition in her heart was getting stronger at this moment.
"Recall Milo's outer sect members and seal the mountain! From the day the mountain is sealed, anyone who knocks on the mountain gate will be killed!"
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In the Demon Realm, the mole raised its head, and the blood moon completely disappeared.
He stretched.
"It's not easy to break this thing."
"For us, this is the minimum." Li Xi'an said, he was also looking in the direction of Demon City at this moment.
"What about the boy?" asked Miao.
"He said that he still needs to experience and practice in the demon realm."
"Quite ambitious." Zhu sighed with emotion, "However, that thing is the key to the dragon vein, a blood moon? Can destroying it really touch the dragon vein? This thing is beyond common sense. Even if it is It also takes a lot of energy to crush Yufa."
"We took a trick." Li Xi'an replied, "After all, we are from Kyushu, and the dragon vein did not reject us. Otherwise, even the ancestors would not be able to destroy the blood moon. In the history of the demon clan, it is not that there are no real-level demon ancestors against the blood Yue tried, but it had no effect."
"The first layer of seal."
Zhu glanced at Li Xi'an.
"Did that statue finally appear..."
"The entire demon tribe, as devout people, really helped me take that step." Li Xi'an stretched out his hand, and the Heavenly Cauldron was suspended in front of him.
Clouds and mist surround the cauldron, and at this moment, the Heaven-Containing Cauldron seems to have transformed into an ancient Taoist tradition.
Li Xi'an lowered his eyes and stared at the countless figures bowing down in the Heavenly Cauldron.
"I can't imagine what kind of power the unshakable ones have. Have I touched one percent of their power now?"
"But..." Zhu frowned.
"But what?"
"I thought you wouldn't go on a killing spree in the demon city. After all, in the human world, you are not like this. There are many people who have made rude remarks, but in the future, I will continue to let go of the blame. You will not raise your sword because of this."
"Is it hard to understand? Think about what we are about to do."
The man was stunned.
"Their desire is too strong." Li Xi'an said softly, "Leaving this world in a mess, it is better to reduce some pressure on it. There are always some living beings who are more useful dead than alive."
Miao laughed, "I thought you didn't care about things in this world at all."
"How could that be?" Li Xi'an sat on the ground, his eyes wandering unnecessarily across the trees, mountains, rivers and sea of clouds.
"The eyes of the ancestors will not be on the human world, so the destruction they carry out is so easy. But I am a worldly person, and there is always something worthy of nostalgia in what I see and hear."
"But you kept Li Chengqi by your side and broke this arm if necessary. You are destined to take away the hope of this world." Zhu said, "Isn't this contradictory?"
"What's the contradiction in this? Have you ever heard of a saying that future generations should not bear the responsibility for the mistakes of the predecessors? But let me tell you, the mistakes committed by the predecessors do not need to be borne by the descendants. But this must be done first.
What's left is still coming back, and you're still enjoying the benefits of past mistakes, so what's the point of being innocent? Isn't it? People in this world don't know what their ancestors did, so I spared them from death and can plunder the future created by our future. Naturally, I
Gotta take it back."
"What if there are people who are unwilling to lose their future? They don't know what their ancestors did, but they think that this future belongs to them, and we are the plunderers." asked Miao.
"I'm not willing to give in... The existence of power is to solve this kind of thing. After all, no one will listen to you if your fist is not big enough, right?" Li Xi'an smiled.