Chapter 377 The Demon Lord of That Generation
This is a world almost burned by demonic flames.
The sky and the earth are vast and countless miles apart, but the vastness of the demonic energy renders this world.
There is nothing in heaven and earth.
Apart from the demonic energy, there is only one mountain directly ahead.
There was a raging demonic flame burning at the bottom of the mountain, making the entire sky glow red.
The mountains are steep and the rocks are rugged.
There is a person standing on the top of the mountain.
A man with his back on his back and a black shirt dancing wildly with the magic flames like a demon.
At this moment, with the arrival of Xu Zimo, the man slowly turned around.
"I'm waiting for someone!"
His face was covered with demonic marks, especially his eyes burning with demonic flames.
It seemed to contain supreme terror.
His body is not tall, but he gives the impression of being very majestic.
He belongs to the kind of existence with the sky above his head and the stars at his feet.
"Is that you?" The man on the mountain looked at Xu Zimo and said as if in a dream.
"My Lord, how long has it been?
I don't even know how long I've been waiting.
The wreckage of the body has been burned by raging fire.
You are finally here."
"Demon slave?" At this moment, Bai Meng came out of the void and asked calmly.
"It turns out to be the seventh general," the man on the top of the mountain greeted.
"Who is he?" Xu Zimo asked doubtfully.
"Your former servant," Baimen replied respectfully.
"What?" Xu Zimo looked at the man on the top of the mountain and asked.
"What are you waiting for me here for?"
"Lord, here are the things that you left for you now.
I'm waiting for you to come and take it away," the demon slave quickly replied.
"What?" Xu Zimo asked.
The demon slave glanced at Baimeng, then lowered his head slightly and said respectfully.
"Sir, the Seventh War Commander, let's go out first.
Let the Lord go get that thing himself."
Bai Meng nodded, and then looked at each other with Xu Zimo.
He and the demon slave jumped into the air and left this world together.
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After the two left, Xu Zimo took stock of the world.
The demonic energy here gave him a very familiar feeling.
Just like a fish in water.
He stepped on the mountain peak and quickly ran towards the top of the mountain.
Endless demonic energy filled the air between his feet.
Pieces of gravel rolled down.
When Xu Zimo came to the top of the mountain, he found that there were many murals placed here.
These murals have been stored here for an unknown number of years.
The murals are connected together and seem to tell an ancient story.
When Xu Zimo gathered his mind and looked at these murals with concentration.
He found that his consciousness had been sucked into the world of this mural.
The vision in front of me began to change.
The sky is bloody!
The land is raging with war.
There was a man wearing a war robe standing on the top of the mountain.
He holds the sun and moon in his hands, and steps on the stars under his feet.
His whole body was bathed in blood.
If you look carefully, you will find that the mountains under his feet are full of corpses.
It was a mountain of corpses piled up one after another.
Wails and haze enveloped the world.
Death and carnage sound the drums of war.
The mountain peak where the corpses were piled up was surrounded by people, all of them glaring at each other with bulging veins.
"Devil, you never thought that this day would happen to you too!"
Someone laughed heartily.
"Come down and die, don't make any fearless resistance.
We can still make your death a little more pleasant."
"You have gone against heaven, and now you have been punished by heaven!"
"Those abandoned by God should have been ups and downs for generations, but you always want to resist.
Changing your destiny is simply ridiculous without knowing it."
Listen to the accusations shouted by everyone below.
The man on the mountain slowly raised his head.
His face was obviously very clear, but Xu Zimo couldn't see clearly no matter how he looked at it.
It seemed like there was always a fog covering him.
Xu Zimo stood in mid-air and could clearly see the scene below.
But he couldn't move or do anything.
I can only watch like a bystander.
At this moment, the man stood up slowly, and it was difficult for people to imagine how many injuries he had suffered under his uniform.
The moment he stood up, the crowd around him subconsciously took two steps back.
The man slowly raised his head, and at this moment, Xu Zimo saw his face clearly.
"How could that happen?" Xu Zimo's expression changed drastically.
Some stood there in disbelief, shaking their heads.
The man looked exactly like him.
His whole body froze on the spot.
With the same face, the two people seemed to be carved from the same mold.
"You came!"
At this moment, the surrounding scene seemed to be still, everything.
The scattered blood,
The wails of bones like mountains at your feet,
The wind that blows accidentally from the sky,
The morning fog in the distance,
The accusations from those nearby.
Everything, time and space, all stopped.
Only the man on the top of the mountain silently raised his head and looked at Xu Zimo calmly.
That glance was thousands of years old, and the gaze seemed to have traveled through several eternal centuries.
Layers of emptiness and endless time reincarnation.
He looked at Xu Zimo with an unspeakable power.
Emotions that are unclear and unexplainable.
Xu Zimo could not express his current emotions.
He felt like he was looking into a mirror, and the person in the mirror was strange yet familiar.
He opened his mouth, wanting to ask the questions in his heart.
But the man on the top of the mountain seemed to know his question and interrupted him in advance.
He shook his head and said, "I know what you want to ask.
Don't worry, just keep going.
One day, you will get the answer."
"What do you want to do?" Xu Zimo calmed down and asked.
"Give you what is rightfully yours," the man replied.
"What?" Xu Zimo was confused.
The man slowly raised his head and stared at the sky above.
At this moment, a powerful aura emanated from him.
The frozen space around him returned to its previous calmness.
People continued to shout and accuse noisily.
And the shirt behind the man rippled endlessly with the strong wind.
Holding the ancient artifact Soaring to the Sky in hand, he walked step by step towards the foot of the Bone Mountain.
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"I have experienced countless epochs throughout eternity.
Witnessed the rise and fall of too many epics.
What is a demon?
It seems that he has already been labeled as evil.
There is no word for magic in the world, and there is no race of demons.
It's just a label that the arrogant people openly put on those people who have been abandoned by heaven.
I walked through several epochs and integrated everything I saw, heard, and knew.
Understand a combat skill.
Named "Devil"!
Let those who think they are extraordinary see what the real devil is like!"
As the man spoke, he walked towards the bottom of the mountain.
Every word he spoke was sonorous and powerful.
With every step he takes, the momentum around him becomes stronger.
The supreme power and the eternal demonic energy poked a big hole in the heaven and earth.
This chapter has been completed!
