Thousands of miles of snow and ice covered the Qingfeng Empire in the midst of a vast white northern scenery. The north wind howled and the weather was bitingly cold.
What burns but becomes colder is the hearts of the Qingfeng Empire martial arts people.
It has been ten days since the Immortal Demon Emperor conquered the martial arts world. After ten days and ten days in the martial arts world, everyone in the ten cities has humiliated the demonic power. Only three cities and five sects dared to compete with them, but they all ended in disgrace. The loss of life was in exchange for the Immortal Demon Emperor.
An even greater reputation.
No one dares to angrily criticize his actions, and no one dares to compete with him. The king-level master seems to have disappeared from the world, and there is no trace of him. Where is the master? The martial arts people are calling in their hearts.
Crystal Palace, the most outstanding contemporary disciple of the Moon Worshiping Empire, stood on the top of a mountain with his white clothes fluttering and his peerless appearance looked like a fairy from Guanghan who wanted to ride the wind back. Crystal looked at the vast white world of ice and snow at the foot of the mountain and felt something in his heart.
"Where are the masters who brought trouble to the world due to the Immortal Demon Emperor? The Patriarch and others have already gone down the mountain, but Grandpa Sword Master defeated the Patriarch and the others. What will happen if they are all defeated?"
Thinking about the turbulent world, she made a decision in her heart. The beautiful figure slowly disappeared from the top of the mountain.
Dugu Baitian went on a killing spree and Ao Xiao Jianghu washed away the humiliation of the past few months. Seeing the blood flying in front of him, he felt a faint sense of joy in his heart.
Every time life disappeared in front of his eyes and blood stained his robe, an illusion appeared in front of his eyes. In a blood-red world, he - Dugu Baitian stood on top of thousands of dead bones. The bright red blood was like the roar of the angry sea.
It was surging and the withered bones were like a boat sailing in the blood waves toward the unknown shore. But the sea of blood was boundless. No matter how he cut the waves, he could not break out of the boundless sea of blood.
Dugu Baitian's heart was sinking. The ten days of fighting made him become more and more bloodthirsty.
He himself also felt the rapid changes in himself, which made him somewhat confused.
"Why am I changing like this? Am I really inherently evil? Am I really a heinous villain? How could this happen? What's wrong with me? Why do I want to keep killing? Why do I want to destroy everything? I really
Is it a devil?"
Dugu Baitian began to feel a little scared in his heart. He felt that his soul was degenerating and flying uncontrollably towards the abyss of sin.
"I have a devil's heart that is pure and pure. Kindness was once his coat, but the coat was ruthlessly torn apart by the martial arts people. The devil's heart began to wake up from the abyss of sin. I have the urge to destroy this world. I want to kill. I want to conquer me.
Is it still me? Who am I and why is this happening? Ah?”
Dugu Baitian looked up to the sky and whistled straight into the sky. The frightened birds fell to the ground and snowflakes went up against the sky.
After the roar passed, Dugu Baitian's consciousness gradually became clearer, and the murderous intention in his heart gradually faded away. After breaking out of the violent emotions, he suddenly felt a sense of desolation in his heart, as if he was in late autumn.
"What did I gain from the endless killings? What did I get from the bloody conquest? Can blood and water restore everything?"
These past few nights, whenever he closed his eyes, he thought of Mingyue's innocent smile, which made his heart ache.
A dream that seemed to be real kept reappearing in his mind. Mingyue looked at him from a distance and said: "Brother Baitian, stop killing, stop conquering the martial arts world, don't let hatred blind your heart, don't let blood be dirty.
It will open up your road to the other side. Your enemies are not these weak martial arts people. Don’t limit yourself to the narrow circle of martial arts. You need to spread your wings and soar out of the sky to fly to the other side.”
"What will you do if I leave? I will let thousands of living beings water your spiritual consciousness in the Valley of Immortality. I will see you resurrected with my own eyes. The Tao is dead and the devil should be reborn. Since the sky has no eyes, the devil should dominate the world. I don't need to build flowers and fragrance.
There is no need for the golden road paved by the sky surveyor to lead to the other shore. Everyone has their own different path.
I am a demon destined to follow the devil's path. I want blood to open the door to the other side. I want to break into the other side."
At this moment, Dugu Baitian was extremely hesitant. "I am a demon. Do I really want to bloodbath the world? Why am I so hesitant if I am a demon?"
"***Why am I so troubled?"
"Does the devil also have feelings?"
"Ignore it and let's talk about it later."
Not long ago, some people saw the sudden appearance of king-level masters from decades ago. Some sect leaders seemed to see their ancestors who had been away from the sect for many years flash past in their sect at night.
Dugu Baitian also heard these rumors. He had already expected that this moment would happen. It was just a matter of sooner or later. The Sword Emperor's tragic defeat would definitely make those old guys weigh their own weight first. Most likely, the emperors would jointly take action.
However, he was not worried that when he was in the sub-king level, he was surrounded by several sub-king level masters with comparable skills. He was not afraid and fought with them without losing. He believed that he was in the peak state of the emperor level.
Faced with the siege of several Emperor Realm masters, the Immortal Demonic Body would not be embarrassed. Besides, he really longed to fight with several Imperial Realm masters.
Dugu Baitian will never forget the earth-shattering battle between the little witch and the ten emperors in the Demon Valley. Although the little witch was very young, her peerless grace at that moment was comparable to that of the master. That moment stayed in Dugu Baitian's heart forever.
. He also longs for such an earth-shattering battle. Although the prospect of doing so is not optimistic, how can it be possible to overcome life and death without experiencing death?
"The thought of a life-and-death battle is exciting! It's just that I still have some things to do and I can't have a life-and-death battle right now!"
It was almost dusk at this time, and the eight emperor-level masters hundreds of miles away were approaching L city where Dugu Baitian was from eight directions.
In the inn, Dugu Baitian was lying on the bed, stroking the huge strange key he got from the Luotian Palace, and said, "It's too unfair to use you as the key. What kind of place is the Moon God Palace? I want you to be the most powerful person."
It’s so courageous for a weird guy with a murderous spirit to make a key.”
Ever since that day when Dugu Baitian pushed open the sealed door, the key was filled with murderous aura, and it became an ordinary person without any abnormality. But Dugu Baitian once tried the imperial realm at its peak.
It is simply unimaginable that this strange key cannot bend even with the power of one's skills. An ordinary human divine weapon can be completely destroyed by an Emperor Realm master's deliberate use of power, but this key without a blade is strangely indifferent.
No matter how hard you hit it, there won't be any scratches.
"You have a strange appearance and a weird look. You are really a big talent but a small one when you are used as a key. Although you have no edge or edge, you are capable of soaring murderous aura. Let me call you Demon Edge."
Mo Feng, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly started to tremble slightly, and Qing Ming whined, seeming to acknowledge the name he had given.
"Holy shit, you're not going to become a sperm anymore, you're actually able to respond to my words." Dugu Beitian was so frightened that he almost threw Mo Feng out of bed.
The Demonic Edge trembled again. A wave of waves came from its top and resonated with Dugu Baitian's consciousness.
At this moment, Dugu Baitian felt as if his soul was floating across the boundaries of time and space. He seemed to have returned to the ancient times when strong men such as Lin Baisheng competed for supremacy.
killing, killing
endless killing
Blood blurred his eyes, souls were flying around him, and it was as strong as the ancient martial saint. He could not withstand the strike of the devil's edge. The murderous intent that rushed straight into the sky, the sharp edge that raged across the sky.
No one can compete with it.
He thirsts for blood and kills
After a long time, Dugu Baitian returned to reality. When he opened his eyes, his eyes were filled with blood. His heart was agitated. It took a long time before he calmed down. He suddenly understood that his cold and bloodthirsty character, which he had suddenly changed recently, was somewhat lost.
The weird magic edge is somewhat related.
"Is it a sinful demon edge? Or a sinful heart?"
At this moment, the Demonic Edge suddenly started to tremble again, making a chirping sound. Dugu Baitian's consciousness suddenly expanded infinitely, and eight extremely powerful consciousnesses appeared within his range of perception. Eight top masters from eight directions rushed here.
.
He was shocked. He had a feeling that it was clearly hundreds of miles away! This was too magical and mysterious. How could it be possible to sense a powerful opponent hundreds of miles away?
"Is it because of Mo Feng? Mo Feng warned that it is helping me?"
"Monsters, monsters have really become spirits."
Dugu Baitian held the Demonic Edge in his hand and once again used his heart to sense that the eight powerful opponents were moving here unhurriedly. The eight top masters seemed to have sensed Dugu Baitian's spiritual consciousness.
Eight mental attacks came towards him from eight directions. Dugu Baitian's body trembled and his face turned pale as he opened his eyes.
"It's so fucking strong! These old immortals have become spirits, so they can all be sensed."
The eight Emperor Realm masters from different directions were also extremely shocked. A powerful spiritual consciousness coming from the sky caught them off guard and almost screamed that they were born. The unusually powerful spiritual consciousness came and went quickly without leaving any trace, which surprised them even more.
They found no trace of the visitor or even knew which direction he was. This was simply impossible.
Dugu Baitian adjusted his breathing for a long time before he recovered. He came to the window with the magic edge in hand and looked at the dark night sky with a cold smile: "Hey, this is going to be a wonderful night!"
He flew out of the inn silently, like a black lightning flashing across the city. Occasionally, there would be night travelers, and only a black lightning flash would be seen.
The Eight Emperors Attack and the Demon Emperor attack.
In the black night and the vast expanse of land, a tall figure roared past, causing waves of snow.
A hundred miles passed in the blink of an eye, and Dugu Baitian suddenly stopped and stood quietly, leaning on the magic edge.
Far away on the low level, an old man with a white beard walked towards here step by step. Although it was still a mile away, the old man's powerful momentum was like a condensed mountain, suffocating people. Every time the old man moved,
With each step, the whole earth trembled, as if a giant was moving here.
Dugu Baitian held up the magic sword in his hand and looked up to the sky and roared. The snowflakes in the air within a few miles around him began to rustle and tremble. Within a radius of ten feet, the snowflakes flew upside down and there was no more flying snow.