Bai Yueguang, who became a boss after escaping from death

Gu Jingyu's breath was stagnant, and he quickly clicked on the blue square.

The screen fragment of the data snapshot was displayed on the module. He saw a familiar figure holding a sword. There was a large amount of bright red blood on the ground. In the corner of the screen, he saw the hem of his clothes.

This familiar scene made his pupils tremble, and he subconsciously turned his head to look at Qiu Zhaoye who was not far behind him, only to see that the other party was staring at the small blue square with eyes that couldn't be concealed, And said in a hoarse voice: "Ayu...don't look."

A bad premonition arose, and he asked in confusion: "Brother... what did you do?"

Qiu Zhaoye looked at the picture in the sky, with a hint of panic in his eyes, slowly shook his head and said softly: "Ayu...please."

As if ignoring his request, a large number of pictures flooded into the minds of the two of them by themselves. After a while, continuous pictures flashed quickly in the pupils of the two of them——

Wanyang Valley 30 years ago.

Gu Jingyu was lying in a pool of blood under the tree, and Ling Lingqi had already started the teleportation program.

Bright red blood dripped from Shuanghua's sword edge, and dripped on the white petals in the grass, dyeing half of the flowers red.

Qiu Zhaoye didn't take a second look, but looked up to the sky and sighed slightly, his eyes were filled with dead silence, as if he had finally finished the most important thing in his life, and there was no point in living anymore.

He wiped away the blood on the blade, turned around and took heavy steps. Corresponding to his departure, a group of immortal heads rushed forward to try to see the true face of the Demon Lord.

Everyone passed by, and Qiu Zhaoye, who had already walked a distance, seemed to have thought of something, suddenly his footsteps froze, and doubts flashed in his silent eyes.

He turned around slowly, and in front of him was a fallen figure surrounded by people. Someone tried to reach out to lift the mask, but was shaken away by a golden light released by the mask.

"Dharma artifact?" People questioned.

"But I haven't seen him use it just now."

The golden light formed a shield wall that shook people so that it was impossible to get close.

Seeing this, Qiu Zhaoye said in a deep voice, "Let me do it."

People withdrew for a distance, and saw Qiu Zhaoye swiping his sword intent with all his strength, and the sword energy hit the golden light shield wall like a sharp ray, and after hearing a faint roar, a crack appeared in the mask.

The golden light dissipated, and the mask was broken from the crack after a breath.Qiu Zhaoye saw that there seemed to be a slight undetectable change in the fallen figure, so he walked forward slowly with some doubts.

As he got closer, the angle of view became clearer, and he suddenly saw a face that he had dreamed of for several years.

His breathing stopped and he could hardly believe his eyes.

Until someone exclaimed, "Gu Jingyu!"

This sound was earth-shattering and instantly plunged the scene into chaos.People commented, "How is it possible? Didn't make a mistake?"

Xu Yuan, the medicine sect, checked the corpse repeatedly, then nodded, "It is indeed Gu Jingyu, I think that mask is a magic weapon for blinding the eyes..."

Qiu Zhaoye couldn't hear the voice behind him anymore, he could only feel his brain buzzing and chaotic, he suddenly felt a strong sense of detachment, as if he was dreaming at this time.

He told himself: This is all fake, this is impossible.

It is impossible for him not to recognize Ah Yu.

This must be a dream, otherwise it would be impossible to be so ridiculous!

He has been looking for Ayu for so many years, and he has almost searched all over the world.When he finally heard that Ayu was kidnapped by the Demon Lord and died, he didn't believe it. A disciple of Yufengtang presented a hairband, claiming that it was recovered from the mass grave in the Demon Realm, and that the body had already been swallowed by wild beasts. Not even the slightest wreckage remained.

Distraught, he reported his mortal determination to kill his enemies, but now, God played a ridiculous joke on him.

The demon king is Ah Yu?

How can this be?joke!

He refused to believe it, but he hesitated and dared not step forward to confirm it again. His feet were like lead, and he couldn't lift a step.

Because the moment the mask was peeled off just now, the aura, body shape, skin color, and appearance of the man covered by the magic weapon were all exactly the same as Ayu engraved in his mind, even if he just glanced at it from a distance, he could immediately recognize.

His breathing was disordered, and he kept telling himself that this was a fake, a cover-up by the Demon Lord, and he could see through it as long as he got closer.He urged himself, and finally stepped forward slowly.

But people surrounded the figures on the ground and blocked his way, he burst into outrage from nowhere, and shouted in a coercive and cold voice: "Get out of the way!"

This sound was full of vigor, and a hurricane was generated in an instant to shake everyone away.

His eyes fell on the fallen figure.

The jet-black hair was pulled up high by a dark red headband, the other person's complexion was porcelain white, as bright as moonlight, and the two bright red streaks at the end of his eyes were like sharp sharp edges flying towards the temples.A pair of crow-feather-like long eyelashes cast looming shadows under his eyes.

Just like in countless dreams, the frost fell on Ayu's long eyelashes, trembling slightly, sweeping towards the tip of his heart vaguely.

After seeing the face clearly, he finally couldn't hold on, and his feet limp and knelt down.

He finally couldn't lie to himself anymore, it was Ayu, the one he tried his best to find back even if he went to the poor and fell to the underworld.

His eye sockets were red with anger, and his handsome face was distorted by extreme pain and anger.The pale fingertips stretched towards Gu Jingyu were trembling unceasingly, after touching that cold face, there was a shock, and they didn't dare to approach it again.

Qiu Zhaoye gritted his teeth and let out a painful cry from between his teeth. The spiritual flow in his body hesitated. The vast ocean under the storm is constantly surging and sweeping everything within reach, vowing to crush the world and the earth in this wave.

Everyone felt that the air pressure around them suddenly dropped to an unbelievable level, and even breathing began to be difficult.The sky suddenly darkened, and the cloudless sky turned into night in the blink of an eye.

People showed panic, and some people asked in doubt: "Zhaoye Immortal?" But just as he spoke, he was shocked by a strong sense of oppression, and the fear for no reason made his heart jump into his throat, almost even a finger Don't dare to move.

I saw bright red blood spilling from Qiu Zhaoye's eye sockets and the corners of his lips, and at the same time, his low-pitched mournful cry, gradually turned into a low growl, and soon turned into a cry.

boom--

The spiritual pressure formed a storm visible to the naked eye and swept away to the surroundings. In the blink of an eye, all the immortals were sent flying tens of feet away, and some even lost consciousness in an instant. The hurricane of spiritual flow that strangled everything hit it towards the cliff, creating a deep ravine, almost directly embedded in the mountain.

Those who are still conscious, even if they use their kung fu to resist in time, they have exhausted all their strength.

All present are the heads of the Immortal Sect, and there are also many cultivators in the realm of transforming spirits. Even though Qiu Zhaoye is half a step into the Mahayana realm at this time, this kind of coercion is still too unimaginable.

Just when people were in doubt, they saw Qiu Zhaoye bowing his head deeply, holding his sword to the ground, slowly supporting himself up as if he had exhausted all his strength.

That figure was wobbly, it didn't look like a fairy releasing unmatched coercion, on the contrary, it looked like a ghost crawling out of hell, with blood dripping from the bright red eye sockets.

Visible to the naked eye, the hurricane of spiritual flow swept from Qiu Zhaoye's feet, crushing all the vegetation and rocks into powder as it passed.

People gradually fell to the ground unable to support themselves.

At this time, only Xu Yuan, relying on the secret treasure of the Medicine Sect, did not faint under the terrifying pressure. Thinking that he and the many immortals who had transformed into gods present, they were also powerful existences in the world, but in front of Qiu Zhaoye. It's impossible to stay awake.

He didn't understand what happened, but felt that the opponent's power came suddenly and unbelievably, which was even more frightening than going mad.

Just when he barely looked up, he saw a scene that shocked him even more.

I saw that Qiu Zhaoye's neat and high hair crown was washed away by this spiritual storm, and in the howling wind, it was dyed white inch by inch from the root of the hair visible to the naked eye.

In just a few breaths of effort, it turned into a shower of mercury like a waterfall.

Wearing a green shirt, he let out a low laugh, which became heavier and louder, and finally turned into a mournful and tragic laugh.

As if responding to the chilling laughter, the sky continued to flicker with thunder, and finally the thunder and lightning gathered into a ball kept falling, but in an instant, everything around it was turned into scorched earth.

Xu Yuan was suppressed from speaking because of this terrible pressure, and the scene in front of him made his heart break even more. Amidst the rumbling hurricane and thunder, he seemed to vaguely hear Qiu Zhaoye whispering something absurd and ridiculous. Intermittent words and sentences.

Qiu Zhaoye...bewitched.

While he couldn't believe it, he also tried his best to maintain a trace of sobriety, biting the tip of his tongue to break through the coercion, and using the secret treasure of Yaozong, he raised his breath and said loudly: "Zhao Ye, wake up quickly! Don't be controlled by the demon!"

The ghost-like figure seemed to have heard this sound, and turned his head to look at him strangely. Only then did he clearly see the deep black pupils of the other party were stained red by the blood overflowing from the eye sockets, and even faintly glowed ghostly red. Light.

"Heart demon?"

Qiu Zhaoye's lips curled up, and he glanced at Xu Yuan with a half-smile, then turned his head to look at the sky, and suddenly raised his sword to point high in the sky, "This ridiculous world has no gods, so what is the magic!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a rumbling sound that pierced the sky and the earth, and thousands of hectares of thunder piled up layer upon layer in the pitch-black sky. The lightning piled up to such an extent that the night was instantly illuminated like day.

Suddenly there was a dragon roar, and a white dragon rose up from behind Qiu Zhaoye.The thunder light rushed towards Shuanghua as if there was a guide, and the light on the tip of the sword became more and more dazzling, as if it was gathering a terrifying force.

An ominous premonition rose up, Xu Yuan's eyes widened, and he saw the blue figure looking up at the sky, as if he saw some indescribable existence, and said loudly: "Let Ah Yu come back, otherwise, this false The world has no meaning of existence, I will not do what you want, thousands of times, ten thousand times! I will not hesitate!"

The sword tip turned and pierced the ground, and the moment the sword tip sank into the rock, the ground cracked and landslides, and the mountains and rivers shook violently.

It seems that the world is almost collapsed under this sword.

The majestic sense of oppression produced strong tinnitus, which made Xu Yuan's seven orifices overflow with blood in an instant, and there were strong tremors and dazzling white light that could not distinguish the sky and the earth in front of his eyes.

In the end, everything in front of him turned into a vast expanse of whiteness, and he felt completely lost for a moment.

The world stopped.

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