But the little monster, the little monster seems to be really dead.
The heat in the little monster's body was gradually disappearing. He closed his eyes tightly, and the bright red color on his lips was so dazzling. I suddenly felt a little pain in my heart. This was the first time I had experienced this feeling.
What is this feeling called?
I started thinking about it, but at that time, I was really too stupid. I had to admit that I was indeed a fool.
Idiot, he lost his most important partner.
I held the body of the little monster. His body was as weak as ever. Several bones had been pulled out of his body, and his body looked limp, like a lifeless rag doll.
I actually don’t remember much about what happened after that.
At that time, I was covered by this strange, huge sadness, my head was in chaos, I seemed to be out of control, and I seemed to be killing people indiscriminately?
I can't remember clearly.
All I know is that later I became a public enemy in the world of cultivation for no apparent reason. They wanted to kill me, saying that they wanted to do justice for heaven, saying that I was a demon fetus, and saying many unpleasant things. If the little monster was here, he would definitely be very angry.
It's a pity that he is no longer here.
Those demons who took the initiative to seek my protection, I looked at their fanatical expressions and eyes. When they knew that the entire world of cultivation was declaring war on me, they cheered and jumped high. They seemed to be looking forward to this happening.
.
They call me Demon King.
This title is not nice to hear.
But there is no choice.
The most powerful people in the world of cultivation came here, and the moment they took action together, I felt the slightest bit of oppression. So what can happen to the oppression? I am still very powerful.
I counted, there were thirty-one in total, I killed fifteen, seriously injured ten, and the remaining six were still holding on.
But it is already at the end of its strength and there is no threat anymore.
I saw it, and saw the fear of me in their eyes. There was no fighting spirit in their eyes, and they were only worried about whether they would be killed by me.
I looked at them coldly, they were the ones who proposed this "competition", and they were the ones who wanted to end it. It couldn't be that easy.
But, it’s so boring.
I killed another person very calmly and started thinking about what to do next, but it seemed that I was usually very free and had nothing to do.
When I killed the last person, he immediately knelt down in front of me and begged me to let him go.
Please, why are you secretly accumulating spiritual energy?
That’s weird, isn’t it?
I was unmoved and cut off his head directly. The blood sprayed on the corners of my clothes, which was still hot.
After this battle, my reputation obviously became even greater.
Time went round and round, and a few more years passed.
My strength is also growing slowly. I don't know what kind of situation this is. After all, this situation only exists in me. I am beginning to be curious about what kind of existence I am now.
So, I went to find the old man who I had asked about at that time.
He looks older than before, but that's normal, after all, not everyone is like me.
"What happened to you again?" The old man obviously still knew me. When he saw me sitting under the familiar tree to enjoy the cool air, he blew his beard and glared at me, and said harshly.
Watching him boldly lift a bottle of wine and pour it into his mouth, I suddenly had an idea.
"you--"
I removed my illusion and exposed my original appearance to the old man. When he saw my sudden change in appearance, he pointed at me with his finger, "You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, yours", and couldn't hold back a word for a long time.
"So, you are the Demon Lord?"
I nodded.
After being stunned for a while, his expression returned to normal. He is different from those cultivators. He is not afraid of me. He really is not afraid. I can see that when he treats me, he does not show any emotion at all.
It's like looking at a stranger.
"So, what's the reason for the Demon Lord's visit again?"
I told him my situation. After knowing this, the old man was silent for a long time. Then he looked at me with complicated eyes. He sighed in distress. Those eyes seemed to say: It turns out that I really do exist.
Such an existence.
After that, he told me something. It turned out that I was not a demon fetus, but a born fairy fetus. This kind of physique only appeared once in ancient times. Not many people knew about it, and almost none existed.
I didn't expect it to actually exist.
He stared at me, looked up and down several times, and then came to a conclusion: It turns out that the born fairy also has two eyes, a nose and a mouth, and looks the same as an ordinary person.
nonsense.
This is not the issue I am most concerned about. I have been thinking about one thing in the past few years. This world is very magical. There are all kinds of strange magic, flying in the sky and hiding on the earth, seeming to be omnipotent. So, can people be resurrected from the dead?
Woolen cloth?
After listening to my question, the old man was silent for a long time, and finally looked at me with complicated eyes with a hint of pity: "I don't know, so far, no one has been able to successfully do this. Even if there is, it will become a
A puppet."
"If you really want to know this kind of thing, then go to Dongxiang Secret Realm, there should be the answer you are looking for."
After the old man finished speaking, he took out a blueprint from his sleeve, which was the route to the secret realm.
I didn't ask the old man why he had this thing. I don't care about it. I can only say that he is indeed very powerful and the word "high moral character" suits him very well.
This blueprint is very rough. Even with the blueprint, when I found the secret realm, it would already be a hundred years later. A lot of things can happen in a hundred years, and my story has spread more and more widely.
The location of the secret realm is at the bottom of the sea. No wonder few people have found it. There are many dangers and dangers in it. Even my existence has suffered a hidden loss. However, I am very powerful and the injuries I suffered were not serious.
It does contain the answers I want.
There is only one thing I have to do, and that is to become stronger, to become stronger as soon as possible, and to be close to the strength of that being in heaven.
So, I practiced hard, and for the first time I felt that my strength was growing too slowly and that I was still too weak.
Later, I finally got in touch with that existence, but I learned something that was hard for me to accept.
I saw the outside world.
It turns out that the reason why I have no memory is because I...am not a person in the first place?
But a fragment?
Ah!
Fragment, not even a human being, I look very much like that being...
So who am I?
After learning about this incident, I almost became possessed. What followed was the thick black mist, which seemed to be called pollution.
Pollution is difficult to remove. I don’t know where the dirt comes from. It keeps adsorbing on my body and wants to corrode me. It’s really disgusting.
After I knew these things, I almost became a demon. With the "help" of these black mist, fortunately, I still maintained my final sobriety. If I had been eroded, then no one in this world would remember the little monster.
.
He truly disappeared from this world, just like a drop of water falling into an ocean, without any ripples.
How do I get rid of this dirt?
I haven't found a way to come back from the dead yet...
I am really unwilling to give in. From the moment I woke up in this world to now, I have never failed in what I want to do, but now, it seems that I am about to fail.
I use my own strength to resist this pollution.
Just when I was about to die with this dirty thing, I accidentally performed a divination. Thousands of years later, another fragment came to this world again. That was my last chance.