That Demon Lord doesn't want to live

The bodies of the old man Wu and others fell into the abyss directly below him. Ye Lan looked at the blood-stained mountain wall, and his thin shoulders collapsed slowly. The lives of 38 people in Fuji Mountain were too heavy. How to return.

The sword mark made by Wuhen was nearly a hundred feet deep, and the corpses of old man Wu and others were thrown terribly. Ye Lan spent most of a day in the abyss before he managed to restore them to their former appearance. Only then did they pull everyone's bodies out of the abyss and send them back to Mount Fuji.

There are only 50 people in Fuji Mountain, and now there are only twelve women left.Aunt Li and the others lay miserably beside their respective relatives, beating their chests, stamping their feet and weeping bitterly. For a moment, the huge Fuji Mountain echoed with everyone's sobs.

Ye Lan stared blankly at the bright red silk and the lifeless people on the ground, only to feel that he was incompatible with the world and all creatures, and he was the one who should die the most, but he was still alive, burdened with hatred and sin. Better to die alive.

After a long time, Aunt Li and the others got up and went to Ye Lan, knelt down straight, and suddenly took out a dagger from their sleeves and put them on the side of their necks, "I beg the devil to avenge us." Their closest relatives are all dead. , They can't survive anymore.

Ye Lan looked sadly at the daggers in their hands, the corners of her eyes were red and wet.In the eyes of everyone in Qingxu, Fujishan's demon cultivators are full of evil, and they deserve to die, but Lao Litou and others are so innocent. They didn't participate in the battle of Xujiao back then, and they rescued Yelan only because of their hatred of Qingming Demon. Loyalty of respect, they have never harmed anyone, and they have never had the heart to harm others, but now they are all dead for Ye Lan.

"I beg the devil to avenge us, I beg the devil to avenge us." One sound, grief and indignation resolved.

After a while, Ye Lan nodded heavily. He will pay for what he planted, and he will avenge everyone's revenge. Killing people will pay for their lives, and he will pay for their debts twice.

Aunt Li and the others bowed deeply to Yelan, "Thank you, Demon Monarch." After saying that, everyone swiped out without hesitation with the hand holding the dagger, and the blood splashed on the ground in front of Yelan. The Flower of Hell.

Ye Lan stood alone in front of the corpses of the crowd for a long time, and then dug one grave after another with Wuhen.

The night wind blew, and the red silk hanging on the wooden house moved slightly. Ning Qige was wearing a blood-stained wedding dress and sat withered in the new house holding the bodies of Gu Qingxiao and A Li. Today is the day when she and Gu Qingxiao got married. He almost begged her to be his wife for the last time, but she couldn't wait any longer.

Fuji Mountain is high, and when the sun first rises, the morning light falls obliquely on the more than 30 new graves. Ning Qige, dressed in plain onyx, walks slowly to Ye Lan and sits down. She looks at the graves of everyone. Humming a tune in a low voice, Yelan had never heard that word before, but she knew its meaning, it was the hope of seeing you again in the next life.

After the song was over, Ning Qige asked Yelan softly, "Devil Lord, do we really have no afterlife?"

Ye Lan's heart ached so badly, there is no afterlife for demon cultivators, their souls can't cross the River of Forgetfulness, they can't enter the City of Rebirth, and they can't enter the Six Realms of Reincarnation. When people die, their souls stay in the place of death, one year, two years , Ten years until dissipated in the world.

Ning Qige slowly leaned her head on Ye Lan's shoulder, the blood from the waist and abdomen flowed to the feet of the two of them, Ye Lan put his arms around her shoulders and said in a low voice, "Yes."

Ning Qige slowly closed his eyes, pursed his lips and smiled softly, "Then we will never meet you again in the next life, so my brother Xiao won't die, and neither can my A Li, so none of us will die." ...will...die..."

When Ning Qige's last word fell, Ye Lan felt his shoulders sink, and a tear fell from the corner of his eyes, and the hand around Ning Qige's shoulder slightly exerted force, and it took him a long time to respond in a low voice, "Well, in the next life, I will never meet again." It's my turn."

On the second day after Qingxu retreated from Mount Fuji, everyone announced to the hundred families of the immortal sect: Ye Fuyuan, the Demon Lord of Fuji Mountain, killed dozens of relatives and children of the Lanyue clan, and changed the Lanyue sect to Suyuan sect from now on. The demon leader Ye Fuyuan is about to be wiped out from the world, and he will never be reincarnated. We sincerely invite righteous men from the immortal sect to gather in Fuji Mountain in August to kill the demon master Ye Fuyuan together.

Everyone was shocked when they received the post. There had been no movement in Fuyuan for nearly three years that night, and now they have killed dozens of relatives and children of the Lanyue Sect. For a moment, everyone remembered the bloody battle of Xujiao back then, and all the heroes were enraged He summoned his disciples to Fuji Mountain.

On the twelfth day of the eighth lunar month, hundreds of families from the Immortal Sect gathered at Mount Fuji. Before they could go up the mountain, they saw the top of Mount Fuji bursting into flames. Immediately after that, thunder bursts came from not far away, and dark clouds rolled in the sky. Thunder and lightning flashed, and nine encircling thick dragon-shaped thunders rolled and entangled in the clouds that were ten feet high. Suddenly, a vermilion magic circle rose from Fuji Mountain. Together with the formation, nine dragon-shaped sky thunders immediately issued Bursts of dragon chant.

Vermilion's magic circle was running to the extreme, and fifty white souls turned into streamers and flew towards the center of the magic circle.Qing Xu yelled, "God and Demon Reincarnation Formation, it's not good, that night Fuyuan is going to send the demon head of Fuji Mountain to be reincarnated." As he spoke, he sacrificed Tayue and shot at the magic circle.

The reincarnation formation of gods and demons is an ancient formation that has been lost for a long time.Nowadays, the monks in this world have only read a few sentences in the classics.The reincarnation array of gods and demons can reincarnate people, gods, and demons who should have disappeared in the world, without crossing the river of forgetfulness, not entering the afterlife, and not following the laws of heaven. reincarnation.

Vermilion's magic circle was running faster and faster, and the dragon-shaped thunder hovering in mid-air roared up to the sky. The sound of the dragon's chant shook the heavens and the earth.

"Bang" Tayue collided with Yi Xiao Yijian who was flying towards the sky, and the body of Tayue's sword was immediately knocked out with fine cracks.Taxue and Wuhen opened the Daoying white barrier with a buzzing sound, and firmly protected the vermilion magic circle.

As soon as the streamer of the soul entered the formation, the nine thick thunderbolts intertwined in mid-air immediately, and smashed down towards Yelan like a bamboo. picked up.

A god-killing thunder fell on Ye Lan's right shoulder, and a blood hole was pierced through. Thunder and lightning flashed in the blood hole. Ye Lan let out a muffled snort, dripping blood beads from the corner of his mouth. After 36 hand formulas, vermilion's magic circle swayed a half-foot-wide air wave, the sound of dragons chanting in the air was even louder, nine dragon-shaped sky thunders spit out dozens of blue-purple thunder balls ready to go, Ye Lan took the opportunity to release the souls of Lord Yuheng and Mu Xuanqing from the Miaoyi Sumo Requiem Cauldron, and raised her hand to superimpose a protective array on the two of them.

Mie Shenlei hit Ye Lan one after another, splitting dozens of blood holes in his body. Ye Lan looked at the streamer of 52 souls without sadness and joy and murmured, "I owe you my life, and I owe you my life!" I hope that in the next life we ​​will never meet again."

Lord Chuyang, Lord Tianxuan, and Immortal Master Dongxi who were about to arrive at the boundary of Mount Fuji stared at the two white figures slowly flying towards the vermilion circle.

Chu Yangjun murmured, "Brother, Xuan Qing."

The three of them looked at each other and then headed towards Fuji Mountain.

The souls of Yu Hengjun and Mu Xuanqing were wrapped in layers of gleaming white light and gradually sank into the formation. The vermilion formation glowed with red light and disappeared after a few rapid spins.The sound of the dragon's chant resounded throughout the world, and the day turned into night. Nine dragon-shaped thunderbolts in the sky churned and entangled together, rolling wind, clouds, thunder and lightning, and smashed at Yelan.

The last god-killing thunder fell, and Ye Lan spewed out a waterfall of blood, and people were thrown out from the eye of the formation, and the mountain with traces of the reincarnation formation of gods and demons was smashed into a [-]-meter deep pit.

Everyone looked at Ye Lan, who was covered in blood holes, and they were all amazed in their hearts. The God-Mie Lei was the thunder of death, which could make people lose their souls. The body, resisting thunder with the body, is really extraordinary.

81 After the God-killing lightning struck, the Zhang-high robbery cloud rolled a few times and slowly receded, and the bean-sized raindrops fell down.Yelan turned his head and spat out his blood again, and slowly stood up from the ground. He raised his hand to wipe off the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand to grab it, and Taxue and Wuhen immediately flew back to him. Yelan held Xiao Yi in one hand The sword flew up, hovering ten feet in front of Qingxu and Wuhanyan, Taxue Wuhen shone with a white light, and the sky not far behind him struck several lightning bolts, and the blue-purple lightning illuminated Ye Lan Like the god of death coming from the abyss of all evil, Ye Lan's icy voice of ten thousand years suddenly exploded beside the two of them, "I was entrusted by others to come here to take your life."

Yu Luo, Treading Xue shot at Qing Xu, Ye Lan's figure flashed, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Wu Hanyan, stabbed with the long sword in his hand, and saw countless lights and shadows, and there were fifty more marks on Wu Hanyan's body There were deep sword marks on the bones, and Wu Hanyan let out a shrill scream, which shocked everyone's hearts.

Ye Lan picked up the long sword in her hand, and picked out a small wooden box containing black bone nails from her waist. The wooden box shattered when the sword tip touched it. Ye Lan looked at the hundreds of black bone nails and lowered her voice coldly "Using the other way, return it to the other body." Wuhen's sword shook, and hundreds of black bone nails snorted through Wu Hanyan's body. It fell, and turned into flying ash before it hit the ground.

Ye Lan's deep voice slowly uttered the word "one."

Qingxu raised his sword to block the attacking Treading Snow, and when he looked sideways, he saw the mist and cold smoke turned into flying ash, and suddenly his eyes cracked and he shouted, "Master Wu Pavilion."

Ye Lan's shots were quick and ruthless, and all the families of the Xianmen were stunned. They didn't look at Ye Lan timidly until they heard Qingxu's voice.

Qingxu flew on the snow, gritted his teeth and looked at Yelan and roared, "Dare you!"

Ye Lan caught Taxue with his left hand, and shook the sword in his right hand. Wuhen swayed Dao Yingbai's sword energy and lifted the people of Xianmen half a foot away. Ye Lan shot out a murderous aura from his cold eyes, rushing straight to Qingxu. Go to "Kill people to pay for their lives, you killed me and Fuji Mountain fifty people, then you will pay back double."

Yelan turned his wrist and slashed out the sword qi, Wuhen's sword light flashed, and the little disciple of Fengqi Pavilion who was about to attack Yelan felt a chill in his heart, and when he looked down, he was shattered into powder.Yelan stared at Qingxu closely, her cold voice echoed in the air, "Two!"

He had just resisted 81 thunderbolts, and dozens of blood holes on his body were still bleeding out, but he was holding Wuhen's hand firmly, and the sword he stabbed was fast and ruthless. Although Xige's disciples were not weak in cultivation, they were whittled to dust before they even yelled at Shang Yelan.