This voice was extremely vicissitudes of life. It was filled with unwillingness and resentment.
I once soared in the sky in a dream, but my soul stopped on the way and had no way to go. This is a sad and strong unwillingness.
In a daze, the heaven and earth swayed.
It's like falling into a dream. Spring is coming across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. When spring comes, there is another leaf.
There is a sound of autumn rising in the leaves, and after the third watch, the lanterns and flowers fall. People can be seen in the distance in the night.
It was a man standing on the top floor of the palace.
Looking from a distance, it is majestic and majestic. It also looks like the most domineering sword in the world, standing tall in the sky and taking the lead.
However, this is a sad sword, showing its loneliness in the violent trembling sound.
This is an unparalleled strong man, and he reveals himself again in the strong wind.
Dragons, chariots and phoenix chariots, attendants like clouds. Followers like stars and the moon surrounding the young and romantic king.
Everyone seemed to have seen the man's joy in the spring breeze at that time. He walked far away for a day and saw all the blue clouds, full moon and flowers in the spring breeze.
It's just that in the wind, the water really flows, and the moon, flowers, wind and moon are naturally the wind.
The flowing water becomes a stream, the moon flowers become the sky, and the wind and moon merge with the wind.
Everything was dissipating. The demonic clone kept raising its head. The trembling sound of the sword became more intense when I saw it, and the cry became louder when I heard it.
The man stretched out his hand, as if to keep the scenes. But the tighter he held it, the faster the scenes dissipated. In an instant, they turned into fine sand and flowed through his palms.
A sigh lingered again.
This is a heartbroken sigh. This is after all a dream of the past.
Dreams cannot be retained, but the pain of heartbreak is always like a broken heart. It is like a knife blade cutting into the heart. But this stinging pain cannot hide the loss in my heart.
"The wind and snow in the world cannot be kept after all. It cannot be said that it will stop forever. Such a fate cannot be chosen by oneself."
"The dawn is lost..."
"Without this dawn, the world has lost the meaning of existence. The heaviest thing in the world is human kindness and righteousness. It is the bond between people."
"Although I am the lord of all demons and do not know human kindness, I do know the importance of this kindness."
"It's just that it's important in my heart. It's vulnerable in the face of changes in the sky."
"How much unwillingness to leave behind the soul of last night's dream. How many tears to dry my cold heart? No match...no match...after all, no match, no match..."
The sound dispersed with the wind and finally dissipated.
This is just a mark of the past, a regret left by the former master of the palace.
The demonic clone also let out a sigh. This feeling is the feeling of loss. He has tasted it before.
This taste
Rendered in the body, it will be cut continuously throughout life, locked in the heart.
He seemed to hear the sound of wind and rain in those days, and occasionally sheng songs. However, this was a lonely song, stirring up ripples in the lonely river, and containing the pain in his heart.
The night is fiery red, and there are no stars in the dome. They are sparse, but they are like a curtain of fire.
Someone created a big dream, and fell into a dream so deep that he refused to wake up.
However, this is not a human dream, but a sword's dream.
The man has dissipated, and all that remains is Ling Tian's sword intent. The ink billows into the sky, cutting through the sky a thousand times.
Although the Hua Palace has been buried, the sword energy is still there. When the energy returns to the sky, it suppresses the tombs of all the gods and demons.
Dark as night, suddenly like a mirror, the moon rises and shines in the sky, and a curtain of mist and rain blurs into the front and middle.
Thousands of miles of clear light, the sky is clear and clear. In the haze, there are scattered palaces, carved railings and jade. Amidst the sound of music, there are beauties, wine, and beautiful scenery.
"Grandpa, it's so beautiful in front. And those sisters are so pretty." Chu Yi's eyes lit up when she saw those fairies dancing.
When I saw those delicious wines and delicacies, my mouth watered.
Naturally, this scene is not a real scene, but an illusion. But whether it is dangerous or not, we don’t know yet.
There is no green moss, but it has finally changed. The sword is still surging on the palace, and it is so domineering that it is suffocating. Even the turbulent momentum from the thousands of gods' tombs here has to retreat from this sword, suspending its rotation speed.
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"Here...I have been here before. I clearly remember that there is no palace in front of me." Aoki exclaimed.
"That man is very strong." The demonic clone said.
The man who dispersed had a majestic aura. The demonic aura was so overwhelming that even the demonic clone, the purest demon in the world, felt suffocated under this demonic aura and wanted to surrender and worship.
"The Lord of Ten Thousand Demons. His demonic nature far exceeds mine... His aura is vaster and hundreds of times more powerful than the extremely resentful clone. It is even... immeasurable."
"Who is this person? Why did he set up so many tombs of gods and demons?"
"Obviously he is a demon, so why is he stationed in the fairy garden?"
The demonic nature is divided into the mind and body and is incomprehensible.
What is the Immortal Court? It is the place where immortals live. Immortals and demons have always been in opposition, and they are incompatible with each other.
"He is the lord of all demons. He doesn't know what love is in the world, but he knows kindness. Could it be...that Canghai Mirror, the lord of the fairy court, is kind to him?"
"A fairy court, a taboo. Who is the master of this fairy court, a taboo?"
Up to now, Chu Cheng only knew that one of the thirty-six taboos was ineffable, and the other taboos were unknown.
But there is no doubt that they are all Taoists who reach the heavens and create the myth of invincibility.
What kind of charm is there in a person who can make the Lord of Demons surrender?
The fairy sound was faint and faint, moving from far to near, reverberating back to the sky. Flowers rained down again.
"Welcome!"
When there is a sound, it is followed by the wind.
This sound repeated a thousand times, like white snow falling to the ground. Suddenly, the sound was like a swimming dragon frightened, with climaxes rising all over the place.
A gust of wind accelerated within a hundred meters, and a strong force pushed forward, which was irresistible.
Four figures advanced forward in the wind.
They walked into the jade curtain and saw the immortals sitting and drinking, with the immortal energy lingering around them, and each of them had ancient immortal styles and Taoism.
There is a huge full moon in the sky, holy and elegant.
In the mortal world, literati and poets of all ages have associated the bright moon with images. Wherever the bright moon comes from, it must be a bright and majestic universe that cannot tolerate a trace of dirt.
It's just that this man is under a black moon, and he is no ordinary person. Under the bright moonlight, a black shadow has his back to everyone, and his graceful figure is even longer.
Wearing a black robe, the color is like inky jade, and its texture is elegant. In the breeze, the sleeves of the clothes are fluttering, and the whole body is obviously exuding a strong evil spirit, but it is not stained by the world.
This man kept his back to everyone and did not turn around. Therefore, his appearance could not be seen.
Just from his temperament, it can be seen that this person is far from being the most magnificent person, and I am afraid that he is just a little bit far away.
The music plays again, melodious and melodious, so beautiful that it makes people mesmerized.
But in this killing field, everyone naturally did not dare to sleep on the spot. Except for Chu Yi who felt sleepy, the demonic clone and Qingmu had been using their magic power to resist.
This music lasted for a long time, and Aoki and the demonic clone did not move rashly, and kept looking at the back.
Until the time of one stick of incense has passed, the song ends and the music closes.
The man finally spoke.
"I am the demon lord, with a sword in mind, and the hero is here. When will the prosperity be revealed, I will wield the sword to cut down the world."
"It's just that...success means heaven and earth decline. Failure means heaven and earth decline. Both are failures.
"Why should this world... be defeated again and again!"