The master said not to judge people by their appearance

In the past half a month, Yuan Lang has assembled a total of more than [-] soldiers and horses, and there are still large troops on the way, but Xie Yunlan is not prepared to wait any longer.

The real success or failure of this battle is not whether the capital is captured or not, but whether they can get rid of the inner demons. When they are preparing, the inner demons are also preparing, just like the four towers that are about to be built.

Yuan Yi can't be given more time, otherwise he won't be able to create an army of demon fetuses like Yuan Shuo. Even if Yuan Lang can gather more troops, the battle will only be more difficult.

Therefore, in the evening of this day, Xie Yunlan led the army to the northern suburbs of the capital.

He finally decided to attack from the north gate, because half a month ago, Mu Qingyun and his group attacked the capital from the north gate. At that time, the gate was destroyed once. The city gates in other directions are strong, and this is the best position to break through.

Although in contrast, the defensive strength of the North Gate will probably be a little more than that of other places, and Mu Qingyun will guard here personally, but this battle is not easy to fight anywhere. This is Xie Yunlan's choice after many days of weighing. best plan.

The sun was setting little by little, and the setting sun was like blood. The 20 troops waited with bated breath in the suburbs of Beijing. The horses swung their hooves restlessly, just like the restless hearts.

This is a very reasonable opponent. Some of the 20 troops have experienced the first battle in the capital. They have seen the horror of that group of demons with their own eyes. The blue and black meridians all over the body are hideous and twisted, as fierce and bloodthirsty as ghosts generally.

But when they saw that the general in front of the battle was their invincible Xuanwu Marquis Xie Yunlan, their restless hearts slowly calmed down again.

Xie Yunlan has such a strength, he doesn't have to do anything, he doesn't need to say anything, but standing here, he gives people the confidence to win.

At three o'clock in the unitary hour, the sun disappeared into the sky with the last light and heat in the world, and the night slowly rolled out, just like the prelude to a big curtain.

After the drums were beaten three times, the 20 troops marched forward in a mighty manner. When the horseshoes stepped together, even the ground trembled under them.Wearing the colors of the stars and the moon, they brazenly charged towards the capital under the ancient night.

"Release the arrows!" Mu Qingyun ordered, and the arrows spread like rain in the sky, and then shot into the battle formation below with a lingering cold light.

Xie Yunlan braved the rain of arrows and led his troops forward. He rode ahead and cut off the stumbling ropes blocking the road, clearing the way for the soldiers behind him. The soldiers pushed the siege chariots behind him. Other soldiers came to fill the gaps, and they moved forward bravely, and the city gate made a loud "bang bang" under the impact.

Yuan Yi stood on the Panlong Pagoda in the center of the city and looked at all this. This was the Wanglong Pagoda that was destroyed half a year ago. Yuan Shuo ordered people to rebuild it. The dragon statues on the pagoda were as before. as mighty.

But in the past half a month, Yuan Yi ordered someone to slightly change the Dragon Tower, and the appearance of the dragon statue changed slightly. The majesty and solemnity of the gods were no longer there, and the dragon statue became gloomy and gloomy. It's weird, it's obviously a bronze statue that doesn't move, but after looking at it for a long time, I feel that the dragon statue is faintly laughing.

This smile is the same as that on Yuan Yi's face at this moment, the sound of horseshoes, the sound of arrows leaving the string, and the shouts of fighting are mixed together, converging into a torrent of war that engulfs everything. Yuan Yi listens to these sounds on the high tower. Lu was intoxicated, as if listening to some beautiful fairy music.

The smell of blood came from the wind, it was the enemy army who attacked the city, and it was also the demon army defending the city for him. Even after being strengthened by the demonic energy and gaining power beyond mortals, he was still a mortal body with his head cut off. They still die when pierced through the veins.

Yuan Yi doesn't care about their life or death, he feels the grievances permeating the world, killing and blood continuously create these negative forces, but if he wants to use these forces for his own use, he still needs a way to collect and transform them array.

Yuan Yi opened his arms, looking at the dragon statue on the top of the dragon tower, a black soul fire suddenly ignited in the mouth, this fire is the opposite of light, it is composed of the most gloomy darkness in the world, like a bottomless whirlpool, all light All were devoured and annihilated beneath it.

Each of the towers in the four sides of the capital is engraved with a monster dragon statue. The mouths of these monster dragon dragons are wide open. When the black soul fire appeared in the mouth of the dragon statue, the mouths of the four monster dragon dragons also ignited black flames at the same time. , the five black fires echoed each other from a distance, and the grievances in the four directions seemed to be drawn by something, and all of them flowed to the void on the top of the Wanglong Pagoda.

The huge resentment completely covered up the light of Xingyue, and under the darkness, a phantom of a monstrous dragon emerged.

Everything is as it was half a year ago. As the killings intensified, the illusory figure of this monstrous dragon became more and more condensed. Even, the dragon's head faintly sprouted two horns. Yuan Yi was about to accomplish what his father had failed to accomplish. The body of a mortal turns into a long-lived dragon that changes the color of the world!

However, with the last loud "bang", the heavy north city gate fell overwhelmed, and the number of people differed by twenty times. Even the mighty magic army could not resist Xie Yunlan's Qin Wang's division.

After three hours of fierce fighting, the army filed in from the collapsed city gate. Xie Yunlan had long seen the gradually forming magic dragon in the sky, and also realized that the towers scattered all over the capital were the places where the magic dragon was refined. Where the formation of the dragon is, he ordered his generals to divide the army into five groups, four of which went to the four towers, and Xie Yunlan took the remaining group of troops along the Sima Gate, heading straight to Wanglong in the center. tower to go.

He tried in vain to destroy Yuan Yi's formation, but no matter how many of them there were, they were just a group of mortals, how could ants shake an elephant?Yuan Yi didn't take them seriously.

But his demon energy is not enough, he needs more blood, more killings.

"Mu Qingyun."

Mu Qingyun, who had just retreated from the city gate, suddenly heard someone calling him. He looked around, but saw no other figures. He suddenly realized something, looked up at the sky, and saw that dragon was watching him condescendingly.

"Don't you want to resurrect Xie Yuzhen?" Molong said Yuan Yi's voice, and he said coldly, "Don't forget your promise!"

Mu Qingyun clenched his fingers tightly, and he stopped in place for a moment, then suddenly turned around and walked behind with the rest of his troops.

Xie Yunlan led his troops galloping along Simamen Chi Road, but halfway through, a group of people blocked his way.

Xie Yunlan looked at the familiar figure and said coldly, "Mu Qingyun."

"Brother." Mu Qingyun led his troops to block the front, and he slowly drew his sword, "For Yuzhen, I can't let you go."

"You have the face to say it's because of Yuzhen!" Xie Yunlan scolded coldly, "You killed her yourself!"

Mu Qingyun's expression changed, and he murmured: "How do you know..."

"Of course Yuzhen told me!" Xie Yunlan also drew his sword, "Mu Qingyun, I don't care about the fact that you cooperated with outsiders to harm me, but I will take revenge for killing my sister!"

"I, I don't want to..." Mu Qingyun panicked for a moment, Xie Yunlan directly punctured the thing he didn't want to face in front of the public, but this panic immediately turned into anger.

He asked angrily: "If you hadn't insisted on going your own way and never listened to me, why would I have come to this?! How could Yuzhen have come to this?!"

"You are always self-assertive and self-righteous! When I was in the army, I obviously went to battle with you to kill the enemy, but because you are the son of General Xie, all the promotion and achievements fell on you. I will always be just your foil Who ever remembered my achievements?!" As if he had finally seized the opportunity, Mu Qingyun vented all his grievances for so many years, and he roared, "If it weren't for you, why would I be here! Why would I be here? !!"

When he spoke, his expression was ferocious, and the blue-black meridians on his face danced with the words, like a poisonous snake, as if he was attracted by the resentment in his heart, and the resentment that spread all over the capital suddenly split into a small stream and poured into his body .

Mu Qingyun's devilish energy rose sharply, and his face was gloomy: "Xie Yunlan, you and I will make a break today! Let the world see, between you and me, who should be who's foil!"

After saying that, he swung his knife at Xie Yunlan first!

The physical fitness of the ordinary demon army strengthened by the demonic energy is far superior to that of ordinary people, and the demonic energy in Mu Qingyun's body is several times stronger than that of the ordinary demon army at this moment. His slash is as fast as the wind and lightning, and the soldiers beside Xie Yunlan Before he could even react, his sharp blade had already approached him!

With a sound of "铛", Xie Yunlan raised his sword dangerously to block it, but immediately, Mu Qingyun slashed down again, the force was so great that Xie Yunlan's arm was numb, he immediately realized that he couldn't fight head-on, and turned to use his flexible body The method and footwork avoid Mu Qingyun's attack.

He seized the opportunity to fight back, but the sword was about to stab Mu Qingyun, and he felt trapped in some kind of quagmire. There was an inexplicable resistance preventing him from piercing the sword. It was the demonic energy lingering around Mu Qingyun. !

Xie Yunlan withdrew his sword and retreated. He couldn't break through Mu Qingyun's defense, and at the same time, he couldn't match the opponent's strength. He barely managed not to lose, but he just didn't lose. mortals can contend.

As the coaches of the two sides fought, the magic army led by Mu Qingyun also fought with the army behind Xie Yunlan. Absolutely, with the bloody killings in the city, more and more people gather.

Xie Yunlan and his party fell into a bitter battle, and the rest of the army headed to the four towers were the same. Yin Wang led another part of the demon army to block them separately. The city was full of shouts of fighting, blood and flames were burning in the dark night, and the demon dragon was grinning in the air. Doomsday scene.

The people were trapped in the capital for several days, and the army attacked the city tonight. Although they knew that it was Xie Yunlan who came to rescue them, the King Qin's teacher, they hid at home because they were afraid of being accidentally injured.

Now that the gate of the city has been broken, the battlefield of both sides has turned into the streets and alleys of the city, but the gate of the city is empty.

Seeing this, some brave people quietly took a whole family with them and escaped out of Beijing taking advantage of the chaos.

No one cares about them, Yuan Yi doesn't care where these ants go, after he refines the dragon body, the whole world will be his kingdom!

Some people took advantage of the chaos to escape one after another. After they left the city gate, they kept running out, hoping to get as far away from the capital as possible. But in the dark night, there was a man in white and a hood. The man, going against the flow of fleeing people, went straight to the capital.

Xie Yunlan didn't bring Shen Fan here. Shen Fan's soul fire that restrained demons had already been extinguished. He was as weak as a mortal right now, and he couldn't provide any help when he came. He just left Shen Fan behind and didn't let him participate in this life and death decisive battle.

But Shen Fan still came, and he didn't know why he came, obviously he couldn't do anything, obviously the ending was already doomed.

He took off his hood, stood on the empty North City Tower, and looked at the flames of war burning all over the capital.

"How? They will fail!"

The Yaojiao came here with him, as if nourished by the resentment here, their size became huge again, and while swimming in the sky, they sneered that only Shen Fan could hear.

"A group of mortals who do not know what they can do is destined to be moths to the flame!"

"Xie Yunlan is lying to you! All the things he told you before the expedition were false lies!"

"It is impossible for a mortal to defeat a monster! Why are you still hesitating? Accept us! We can make you become a dragon again!"

Shen Fan didn't speak, he looked down silently.

Standing on the top of the city tower, he couldn't even see the appearance of those people below. He could only see black spots like ants fighting bloody battles in the city. They worked so hard and risked their lives, but this kind of effort was useless. Encouraging the magic of the dragon.

If the difference in strength between the two sides is not too great, it may be useful to fight to the death, but when the gap is so large that it is like an ant and a mountain, or a mayfly and a big tree, then fighting for one's life becomes a stupidity that is overwhelmed.

"Such a tiny thing..." Shen Fan muttered to himself while looking at the crowd below.

"Small? I don't think so."

The voice of someone else suddenly sounded beside Shen Fan's ear. This voice was different from the Yin and Xie of the monster dragon. It was vast and majestic, just like the eternal sky, sun and moon.

Shen Fan turned his head and looked, and at some point on the empty city tower, a goshawk landed. When the goshawk appeared, those monster flood dragons that had been hovering by his side suddenly went away, bringing those The bewitching whispers and the grinning laughter of the distant magic dragon made the world quiet.

"I don't understand..." Shen Fan lowered his head in front of Goshawk, like a child who has done something wrong but doesn't know where it is.

"Zhuyin, do you still remember what I said to you when I handed you the second soul fire?" Goshawk said.

"Remember..." Of course Shen Fan remembered that when Tiandao handed over the second soul fire to him, he also gave him the responsibility of protecting the Netherworld. He has stuck to it for thousands of years and never forgot it.

But Goshawk said, "Do you really remember?"

His eagle eyes are sharp and clear, like a mirror that sees everything.

Shen Fan was stunned under his gaze. In a daze, the scene in front of him suddenly began to change. The fallen corpses stood up again, the destroyed buildings recovered in an instant, and the besieging army retreated from the city. Time passed quickly. Regression, faster and faster, from the doomsday scene in front of you to the bustling Shangjing more than half a year ago, but the gear of time has not stopped, it continues to retreat, until the sea has not yet formed, and the mountains and rivers have not yet risen , retreating to the moment when the world first opened and the order of reincarnation would be established, it finally stopped.

Shen Fan returned to the top of Zhongshan, and in front of him was another self, Zhuyin who was not yet a full-grown man, and the dragon horns had not yet grown, and when he transformed into a human form, he was only the size of a 15-year-old boy.

In this majestic world, there are countless black shadows wandering. They are the souls of all living beings who have nowhere to go after death. They wander in the world, mourning day and night. After the soul fire is extinguished, the souls have no protection and can only be reduced to demons. food.

But at this moment, the mighty thunderbolt split Zhongshan, opened up a nether world under the abyss at the bottom of Zhongshan, poured the water of the Tianhe River into it, washed out a road of reincarnation leading the souls of the dead.

The reincarnation of life and death is established at this moment, and the souls wandering in the world finally have a home, but there are still other dangers hidden in the nether world. Death and resentment will breed monsters. After the soul fire is extinguished, the dead souls are very fragile. They need additional Protect.

"Zhuyin, you are the god of death, life and darkness. Your mission is to use soul fire to illuminate the path of reincarnation for all living beings and protect them from being invaded by evil spirits."

The fate fell on the young Zhuyin, but he was a bit confused about it. He asked the sky: "Is it just me?"

Netherworld is the inadequacy of the sky, the sun, moon and stars can never shine here, this place is eternal darkness, and there are hundreds of millions of dead souls in this eternal darkness, can he alone, a soul fire protect so many dead souls?

Tian Qiong remained silent, and there was faint thunder flickering among the clouds, as if something in the dark came into being along with the question of Zhu Yin.

After a long silence, a light fell from the sky, and the young Zhuyin got the second soul fire. The sky said to him: "This is the most scorching fire in the world, and it has the power to destroy all evil spirits and monsters. You can light this fire." Fire should not be invaded by any evil spirits."

Shen Fan saw the young man holding a candle, and agreed to the matter. Everything was as he remembered, and he did not forget anything.

The gears of time rolled forward, and the young Zhuyin came to the emptiness of the netherworld. He sat cross-legged in the depths of the darkness, and the ghostly shadow of the candle dragon holding the candle appeared in the sky. Under the candlelight, the river of Wangchuan was gurgling, The souls of the dead flow up the river in an endless stream.

Everything is as Tiandao said to him, this is the most scorching fire in the world, and the monsters hiding in the dark are frightened by the power of the candle dragon soul fire, and dare not even approach it.

He guarded in the netherworld for a year, two years, a hundred years, a thousand years...

The appearance of the candle-yin boy gradually changed. The time for the dragon race to become an adult was much slower than that of the human race, but if it was slower, after thousands of years, he finally became a full-grown man, turning into a man like Shen Fan.

But the time in the nether world is endless, such an eternal darkness.

Thousands of years later, ten thousand years, 10 years, millions of years, tens of millions of years, countless times have passed, and Zhuyin is still guarding alone in the nether world, the darkness is vast and boundless, and it has not changed or decayed for thousands of years.

Shen Fan looked at the Eternal Netherworld in front of him, and he followed his past self to relive the long and endless time. At a certain moment, a thought suddenly appeared in their hearts together.

The darkness is so vast, can this tiny candle in his hand really illuminate this eternal gloom?

This thought flashed by, and he didn't even notice it himself, but until now, when he watched the scene from the sidelines, Shen Fan realized that at the same moment when the thought was born, the soul fire in front of him flickered slightly for a moment.

Amidst the scorching flames, an unlit shadow suddenly appeared.

It was just a very small shadow, which was quickly covered by the firelight, and no one noticed it, including Zhuyin himself.

Thousands of years have passed since the shadow appeared, and the soul fire of Candle Dragon is as fierce as before, but like a prosperous and solid river embankment on the surface, festering ant nests have long been born in unknown dark places .

No matter how well this shadow is hidden, it will not change its dark nature. On that day ten years ago, a gap appeared on the road of reincarnation that was illuminated by candlelight and should not be invaded by evil spirits. A monster took the opportunity to enter After entering, it was wiped out by Zhuyin in time, but immediately, he was also called to the sky to accept the judgment of destiny.

The heart demon has concealed it from everyone, even the host who was invaded by it, but it cannot be concealed from the sky.

Tiandao looked coldly at Zhuyin in front of him, and he saw through the essence of Zhulong's soul at a glance, the shadows had already taken root in the supposedly clean soul.

Therefore, he passed that sentence.

"Zhuyin, you are not worthy to be a god."

Under the thunder of Wanjun, Zhulong fell from the sky.

Shen Fan stared blankly at this scene, and murmured: "So it's like this..."

It turned out that this was the real reason why he was demoted...

The wind and thunder gradually dissipated, and the world was pitch black.Goshawk stood beside Shen Fan and said, "Zhuyin, do you think I'm lying to you?"

"If the soul fire really has such great power, how could the demon find a gap to invade your soul?"

Shen Fan remained silent, this was also the deepest confusion in his heart.

"Soul fire cannot illuminate the eternal darkness, just like mortals cannot defeat monsters." Goshawk looked at him, "Is it true?"

The pitch-black sky changed again, and time was advancing rapidly. What Shen Fan saw after he came to the world was the desperate fight between the officers and soldiers in the capital and the demon fetuses. It is the belief in the Yazhou dream that shakes the dream realm, and finally... In the current capital, Shen Fan came to Sima Men Chi Road, Xie Yunlan was retreating steadily, and Mu Qingyun, who was supported by demonic energy, was almost invincible. The edge of the sword was cut off by Mu Qingyun's huge force.

He was almost about to be defeated, but in this desperate situation, Xie Yunlan's tiny mortal body suddenly burst out with a fierce soul fire. Qing Yun's chest protected by the demonic energy!

The fire was shining brightly, reflecting into Shen Fan's stunned pupils.

"Zhuyin, don't you understand!"

It was like a thunderbolt breaking through the vast world, and like a thunderbolt awakening the ignorant world, Shen Fan was shocked.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was still standing on the city tower, the army was fighting in the city, and the dragon was grinning in the air.

It's just that a short period of time has passed, and the time of thousands of years is nothing more than a floating dream, and this dark world has not changed in any way.

But there may have been some changes. Shen Fan looked at the living beings in the city, at the dots of fireflies that were faint like fireflies but still struggling to burn, he understood, and at this moment, he finally understood.

"I don't believe it myself..." He chuckled lightly, like a kind of self-deprecating, but it took him tens of millions of years to finally understand such a simple answer.

The goshawk flew into the sky with a long roar, passing the bloody battlefield under its wings.

On Simamen's road, Xie Yunlan supported Mu Qingyun's fallen body. Mu Qingyun vomited blood, and the blue-black meridians on his face that were highlighted by the devilish energy slowly dissipated along with his death, and he turned back into a human appearance. , his heart full of resentment was finally purified for a moment before he died.

"Yes, I'm sorry..." He grabbed Xie Yunlan's arm, with tears of regret in the corner of his eyes, "I'm too jealous, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for Yuzhen..."

Xie Yunlan closed his eyes, and he sighed softly: "Forget it, it's over..."

The grievances and hatred between their brothers, at this moment, under the farewell of death, everything is over.

"Brother, brother, I really want to drink apricot blossom wine with you again, I really want to see you again, see Yuzhen..." Mu Qingyun's voice became lower and lower, and his sanity became more and more blurred. In the end, he only knew The word "Yuzhen" is repeated repeatedly.

But as his body gradually cooled down, finally, the last murmur disappeared.

Xie Yunlan closed his eyes for the other party. He stood up, took a deep breath, and suppressed the tears in the corners of his eyes. The demons had not been eliminated, and the battle was not over. He regrouped, led the remaining soldiers, and continued to the high tower ahead.

This time Yuan Yi finally didn't have any soldiers and horses to resist, and his magic army was almost wiped out, but when he saw Xie Yunlan's arrival, he didn't show any panic on his face.

Yuan Yi stood on the dragon head of the Panlong Tower, looking down at the army on the ground from a high position, with admiration in his eyes: "Xie Yunlan, as a mortal, you have done a very good job, I can't help but want to reward you .”

"But it's a pity that you chose the wrong opponent." Yuan Yi opened his arms, as if embracing his thousands of miles of land, he laughed loudly, "I am the real dragon emperor, and I belong to the destiny. Your life, come as a congratulatory gift for my ascension to the throne! Hahaha—"

Amidst the laughter, Yuan Yi's human figure slowly disintegrated, and he turned into a huge mass of devilish energy, all of which merged into the body of the sky dragon.

Xie Yunlan's expression changed suddenly, they were still a step late.

The ghostly image of the frozen dragon was infused with soul, its dragon claws began to tremble slightly, and its scales began to relax slightly. It opened its eyes in the air, and its blood-colored dragon eyes looked down at the world.

This is a completely different perspective. All living beings are as small as ants, his body is as huge as a mountain, and his power shakes the heavens and the earth. This is the real power of a demon god!

The magic dragon let out a huge laugh in the air. It was Yuan Yi, who was also a demon. At this moment, they finally truly merged into one!

He was swimming in the air, and his huge body stirred up the demonic energy in the city. The demonic energy formed a hurricane, and the crowd below could barely stand.

Xie Yunlan leaned on the ground with the tip of his sword, barely maintained his balance, and took another step forward. He walked towards the dragon, as if he wanted to stop the raging dragon.

The scarlet dragon eyes narrowed slightly, and he let out a malicious low smile: "I almost forgot about you."

The huge dragon's mouth opened, and a black soul fire was spit out. The black soul fire reflected the souls of all living beings. On Xie Yunlan's chest, on the surrounding soldiers, and in front of all the people in the city, a soul fire appeared.

This soul fire represents their respective fates of life and death, and their fate is to become a congratulatory gift for the appearance of the magic dragon tonight.

The black fire ignited, and the demonic energy raged in the city. It was as if a dark curtain was spread, and the soul fires were extinguished one by one. However, in the blink of an eye, there was almost no light in the huge capital.

Only Xie Yunlan was still struggling to support under this huge magic power, but his soul fire was also in jeopardy, being suppressed to the point where there was almost only a thread left.

The world is about to fall into eternal darkness, just like the eternal ghost.

But on this dark street, at the end of the road, someone came.

There are many people standing on the street, they are the shells that have not yet collapsed after the fire of the soul is extinguished, their souls no longer have the slightest brilliance, only an empty shadow remains.

Shen Fan was dressed in white, and walked from among these ghostly shadows. He walked through the long dead street and the long driveway.

The four monster dragons swimming in the air spotted him, and they swam towards him again, with malicious grins and deceptive whispers in their mouths.

But Shen Fan would never be swayed by them again, he looked at the monster dragon that was heading straight towards him trying to block his way, and muttered to himself: "There has never been any immortal monster dragon..."

"It's just an illusion of the heart demon, a dream bubble." At the same moment as his words fell, the four monster dragons that had been haunting and unable to get rid of them suddenly began to collapse, as if they were defeated by some force, and they turned into nothingness and ashes all over the sky.

Shen Fan moved forward in the ashes, one step at a time, slowly but firmly.

The magic dragon finally noticed him, and the scarlet dragon narrowed his eyes slightly, and he asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Could it be that you want to stop me?" The magic dragon let out a strange smile, "But your divine books have been removed, your dragon body has been destroyed, and even your soul fire has been swallowed by me, Zhuyin, what are you doing here? "

Shen Fan was not moved by the laughter, he was still going straight forward.

He came to Xie Yunlan's side, Xie Yunlan was struggling with the huge magic power, he couldn't move, he couldn't speak, he could only watch Shen Fan standing in front of this huge mountain-like dragon by himself.

He is no longer a god, he stands here in a mortal body as small as all living beings.

The magic dragon's laughter became more and more arrogant, as if thinking of something extremely happy.

He planned for thousands of years, and finally devoured all the divine power of a dragon god. Now, he has become a new demon god, while the former dragon god has become an insignificant mortal.

How could this not excite a monster!

"Zhuyin, do you regret it? Regret against me? It's not too late, you kneel down and beg me now, surrender to me, and I can still give you another chance to transform into a dragon!" The dragon sneered maliciously, Before he could wait for Shen Fan's response, the huge magic power was pressed down like a mountain.

He wanted to crush Shen Fan's bones and make him kneel in front of him like a reptile!

But Shen Fan was still standing where he was, and there was still some faint power in his mortal body, which was fighting against the monstrous devilish energy.

The dragon's expression changed slightly, and he said vigilantly: "What is that?! Your soul fire has been extinguished, what else do you have?!"

"I still have a soul fire." Shen Fan said softly.

He cupped his hands, revealing the golden red fire in his palms.

The light dispelled the surrounding darkness, and the dragon retreated subconsciously, but after seeing the size of the fire, the fear that had just arisen turned into disdain again.

He sneered and said, "It's nothing but the fire of mortals!"

"This is the fire of mortals." Shen Fan looked at the light of the fire in his palm which was so weak that it could only illuminate a square inch, and responded softly.

After the most intense soul fire in the world was extinguished, he had only one mortal fire that represented his own life and death.

But can mortals really not be able to defeat their inner demons?

He already has the answer.

The magic dragon's pupils widened suddenly, and the weak soul fire that he dismissed was burning fiercely in this endless darkness.

It no longer only burned in Shen Fan's palm, it spread along the fingertips that Shen Fan held it to his wrist, arm, and finally the entire soul.

His whole body was ignited with flames, and the flames pierced through the dark world, and it was so fierce that the demonic energy in the sky retreated from it.

The magic dragon couldn't help but backed away under the firelight, he didn't dare to say: "Are you dying?!"

Shen Fan is using his own soul as fuel to ignite this soul fire, and there is only one consequence of burning out his soul.

"You will be destroyed in body and soul!" The dragon hissed loudly, and the panic could not be concealed in the shout.

He is not afraid of Shen Fan's demise, but this burning soul fire makes him feel unparalleled fear, this is the power that can wipe him out!

"Shen Fan..." Xie Yunlan stared blankly at Shen Fan's back bathed in the fierce flames. This was a scorching flame he had never seen in his life, and it was even more dazzling than when Shen Fan was the Dragon God.

He couldn't see Shen Fan's expression, but he could hear Shen Fan's answer to the demon.

"I live for the soul fire of all living beings, and it doesn't matter if I die for the soul fire of all living beings."

He opened his arms and let the fire spread to every corner of his soul.

In the endless night, he turned himself into this candle that broke through the dark night, and the flame exploded, as if opening up the world, illuminating all living beings in the city.

Xie Yunlan, who was suppressed by the demon energy and could not move, suddenly felt loose. He regained his freedom, surrounded by people who were gradually waking up like him.

The soul fires of the people in the city were extinguished under the magic power of the dragon, but at this moment, Shen Fan used his own soul as fuel to ignite them again.

Dots of flames lit up one after another in the city, and the light converged into a sea of ​​flames.

The demon energy that covered the sky was dispersed by the flames, and the demon dragon could no longer maintain his composure. He turned around and tried to escape, but the light was everywhere.

"No—" the demon dragon roared unwillingly, but his stalwart dragon body was finally wiped out under the fire of mortals that he had never looked down upon.

And the one who disappeared with him was Shen Fan whose soul was burned out.

"Shen Fan! Don't!" Xie Yunlan faintly realized something, and he rushed towards Shen Fan's increasingly transparent body.

But he was in vain, Shen Fan had already turned into a handful of ashes and disappeared before his eyes.

Xie Yunlan knelt on the ground, clutching the handful of ashes, weeping bitterly.

The cries shook the people in the city. Although the people had just woken up from the emptiness of death, they also saw the scorching fire that awakened them, as well as the fiercely burning figure in the fire.

Some people mourned in situ, some clasped their hands together and made a vow. The beliefs of all beings gathered into a sea, and a huge shadow gradually appeared in the sky that had not yet dissipated from the flames.

Xie Yunlan lay on the ground crying, but suddenly, he heard the exclamation of the crowd behind him, he raised his head in a daze, and saw the all-too-familiar dragon shadow.

No longer a broken dragon body, his dragon horns are mighty and majestic, and his dragon body is intact and undamaged.

A light broke through the clouds, and under the golden sky, Candle Dragon was reborn in the firelight.

Everyone in the city watched this scene together, and in the dream, Meng Zejun and Bingyi also watched this scene together.

A dull bell sounded from the sky. This bell pierced through the real world and the dream realm, and resounded through the three thousand worlds. This was the sound of conferring gods.

Attracted by the bell, Zhulong flew towards the sky following the golden light that broke through the clouds.

"Dying for the soul fire of all living beings, and living in the soul fire of all living beings, reincarnation of life and death, karma and calamity, at this moment, I finally see the essence of the soul fire, and truly become a god." Meng Zejun sighed.

Bingyi folded his arms and didn't speak.

He turned around suddenly, as if he was about to leave, Meng Zejun asked, "Are you leaving now?"

Bingyi didn't answer, he just said coldly: "If you dare to come to my dream with Lu Wu again, I will beat you to death!"

Meng Zejun was stunned for a moment, as if he was hurt by this cruel sentence, and his expression was dull.

But behind Bingyi's invisible back, the cloud above Mengze-jun's head suddenly began to deform, and the cloud turned into a huge human-shaped face in the sky. It gestured to Bingyi's back, stuck out its tongue and stretched its eyelids Make funny faces.

After making enough gestures, he looked back at Jingzhong, the figure of Zhulong disappeared into the distant sky, the long night receded, and the morning sun rose, spreading light to the world.

"It's over." Meng Zejun stretched.

"It's over..." Xie Yunlan sighed while looking at the distant sky.

He stood under this radiant light, knowing no joy or sorrow.