The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

The dragon was silent for a moment, the red flames in its eyes gradually dimmed, and it was unclear whether it was thinking or reminiscing.

Then, it let out a few low and long dragon roars, the sound carrying an ancient and profound meaning.

Although Li Muchen could not fully understand the dragon language, that long-lost memory was directly transmitted to his mind.

Above the sky, the vast sea of ​​clouds is like an endless and tranquil piece of white silk, gently extending across the boundless sky, as if all the noise and disturbances of the world are isolated from it.

Suddenly, a dark flash of lightning streaked across the white sky, like a black scar, lingering in the sky for a long time. In the opened crack, deep darkness surged.

A black shadow with an unconcealable murderous aura fell from the sky, like a meteorite, smashing heavily on the earth, stirring up countless dust and gravel.

The world seemed to stop breathing at this moment.

The man was shrouded in darkness, his face was blurred, only his eyes were shining with cold light like cold stars, as if he could see through everything in the world. And he was holding a long sword in his hand, the sword body seemed to be condensed from the thickest night, as black as ink, the deep black was like a black hole, faintly revealing a cold chill, as if it could ruthlessly swallow up all the light around it.

He stood there with sword raised, like an ink painting.

But the aura that emanated from his entire body was something that even the most skilled painter in the world could not depict.

He just stood there, silently, as if waiting for something, and as if he had been there forever.

The black crack in the sky gradually closed.

The white sky began to roll, and a fiery red light shone through the layers of clouds.

Countless stars streaked across the sky and fell like rain.

These were not real meteors, but immortals flying on swords. Their robes fluttered, their swords were full of energy, and every ray of sword light seemed to be able to split mountains and seas.

These immortals were like a vast river in the sky, rushing towards the figure in the darkness like meteors. Their sword energy poured down like rain, and the air seemed to be cut by countless sharp blades, making a creepy "hissing" sound.

For a moment, sword energy crisscrossed and fell like dense rain. The tough and ancient trees on the ground were cut off in an instant, broken leaves and debris flew all over the sky, and sand and stones were carried to the west by the sword energy.

At this moment, there was only the light of the sword and the sharp whistling sound between heaven and earth.

The black shadow raised his head and suddenly burst into laughter.

The laughter mixed with the wind, rain and sword whistles, carrying with it madness and endless murderous intent.

The whole person is like a dark elf who is ignited by the fire of revenge, brandishing the black sword in his hand. As the sword shadows flutter, he is like the most evil black magic lotus blooming in the dark night, exuding deadly temptation and danger.

His figure danced wildly in the rain, and every time he swung his sword, it created a black ripple that completely annihilated the surrounding sword lights. His movements were unsystematic, and even carried a sense of madness and loss of control, yet strangely smooth and deadly.

His lips kept opening and closing, as if he was mumbling a long-buried hatred, or cursing the injustice of the world, but his voice was instantly drowned out by the violent wind and rain and the sharp sword whistles. Only the word "kill" seemed to have the power to break through all obstacles, like a heavy hammer, smashing into this chaotic world, breaking through layers of noise, and echoing continuously.

"Kill... Kill... Kill..."

Every word "kill" is filled with endless murderous intent.

His voice became higher and higher, sharper and sharper, and every word he said was like a sharp sword piercing between heaven and earth.

Although he only heard the word "kill", Li Muchen also knew what the other word was.

It's not that he can read lips, nor is his spiritual sense strong enough to delve into a dragon's memories to search for things that even the dragon himself didn't hear clearly.

Moreover, he had already experienced and learned this sword dance and killing song.

“Kill…kill…kill…kill…”

When the seventh soul-stirring word "Kill" came out of his mouth, the black shadow suddenly stopped, as if time had stopped for him at this moment.

Then, an extremely thick black sword energy rushed into the sky with the momentum of destroying the world, like an angry dragon awakening from ancient times.

The power contained in the sword energy seemed to be able to completely destroy all visible and invisible things in the world. Wherever it passed, the space was like a fragile paper, being torn apart, revealing strange black cracks, like a passage leading to an endless abyss.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud and crisp sound, as if the most precious glass in the world was shattered in an instant, and the entire sky collapsed.

The sword immortals in the sky were instantly swallowed up by the surging black sword energy. The light of the long swords in their hands instantly dissipated, as if they had never shone. The screams were also drowned out by the endless dark power.

In an instant, the sky seemed to be opened by an invisible giant hand, and blood rain poured down. The blood rain was corroded by darkness, like the saliva of a demon, dripping onto the ground.

Flowers, plants and trees withered at a speed visible to the naked eye. The originally green leaves instantly turned yellow and curled, and then turned into dust. Life seemed to be ripped away by an invisible hand. The earth began to tremble and crack, and deep gullies appeared one after another.

The originally lush land spread towards endless silence, like a doomsday scroll slowly unfolding, turning into an endless wasteland.

The black shadow stood on the barren land, raised the sword to the sky, and laughed crazily.

"Hahahaha, I only used half of the sword, and you are all dead..."

But he suddenly stopped talking halfway through.

Looking at the devastated land, he suddenly knelt on one knee and cried out in grief:

"I understand! Saints have regrets, but I am not a saint after all..."

……

At this point in the picture, like an ink smudge, it gradually fades away, and the virtual shadow overlaps with the world in front of you.

Li Muchen was stunned for a long time. He didn't expect to get such a story from Long's memory.

This was obviously not his question, and if this was Long's answer, it would be irrelevant.

Perhaps Long did not understand what he was asking, or perhaps in Long's memory, this part was the most profound, and other memories had long faded away with the passage of time.

Li Muchen did not get the answer he wanted, but the things in this memory were obviously more precious.

"Saints have regrets, but I am not a saint after all..."

What does this sentence mean?

He seemed to understand, but still felt unsatisfied.

Perhaps the answer lies within the shrine.

He slowly walked back to the dragon, gently stroked its body, and said, "Wait for me. When I come out of the shrine, I will give you freedom. And it will be complete freedom. You will no longer need to stay here."

This time, the dragon did not resist at all, like a docile pet, with a glimmer of hope in its eyes.

Li Muchen turned around and was about to walk towards the Divine Palace again when he suddenly heard a voice:

"You want to set it free? Are you free yourself? If you want to give others something you don't even have, that kind of generosity is just false."

It was a woman's voice, sounding gentle and sweet, but also carrying great majesty.

The voice was vague and illusory, coming from nowhere, as if the entire secret world was her incarnation.