The Ultimate Sword Master

Outside the gate of Xuantian Mountain.

Looking at the sword talisman in his hand that symbolized the identity of the sword head, Tangtang woke up from a dream and could no longer suppress the sadness in his heart. Tears fell down and he couldn't stop them at all.

Yuan Zhengyang burst into tears.

But as the leader of the Xuantian Sword Sect, he could only endure his sadness and support the overall situation. After all, Gu Han's intention of sending the sword talisman back was already obvious.

Xuantian's sword head can kill.

The inheritance of Xuantian must not be broken!

"Yuan Zhengyang!"

Thinking of this, he suddenly bent down to the little girl, made a big salute, and said sadly: "Pay homage to the sword head!"

"I'll wait and pay homage to the sword head!"

See it.

The three thousand Xuantian disciples, headed by the old sword cultivator, also performed a sword salute to Jian Fu and Xiao Tangtang, which was both a memory of Gu Han and recognition of the little girl.

Wow.

The little girl couldn't bear it anymore and suddenly started crying.

"I don't want to be the sword leader!"

"I want Master...I want Master back..."

Was crying.

A warm hand fell on her head and rubbed it gently.

But it was Gu Tian.

"grandfather……"

Looking at Gu Tian in front of her, Tangtang had tears in her eyes and was at a loss for a moment.

"Okay..."

Gu Tian seemed to be experiencing something painful, his heartbeat was like beating a drum, and his eyes were surrounded by demonic energy. He spoke with difficulty: "Don't let... Han'er down..."

While talking.

His heartbeat was a little louder.

It’s not just Tangtang.

The others also noticed something was wrong with his state.

"uncle!"

Yuan Zhengyang looked sad and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

"Don't... don't come here!"

A trace of pain flashed across Gu Tian's face, and he staggered back. Demonic flames rose up and down on his body, but he suppressed them with his last sanity!

"Also...don't come near me!"

While talking.

He staggered back and walked towards the sky, his rickety back showing endless desolation and loneliness.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of heartbeats became clearer and clearer, seeming to have some strange rhythm, making everyone's breaths tremble.

"Brother."

Dong Hualin looked solemn and couldn't help but said: "What's wrong with him?"

"When the heart dies, the devil lives."

Dong Hualing sighed, with sympathy in his tone.

boom!

next moment.

Along with a painful roar, Gu Tian's figure swayed, and instantly pierced the sky and disappeared, arriving in the silence!

Got here.

It seemed that he could no longer suppress himself. The demonic flames around him surged and spread boundlessly. In the demonic flames, a simple throne rose and fell, dark and simple. Countless mysterious magic patterns were engraved on the throne, showing its domineering majesty!

at the same time.

Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine blood-colored demonic shadows roared out behind him, and they were engulfed in the demonic flames above the throne. They devoured and twisted each other. In an instant, they turned into a blood-red heart the size of a fist, beating violently. !

The heart of the devil!

A head quietly poked out from behind Gu Tian, ​​and it turned out to be Zhang Yuan.

"Lord, have you... made up your mind?"

"..."

Gu Tian didn't say anything, his gray hair was scattered around his shoulders, and the golden seal between his eyebrows was flickering. He staggered towards the throne. The only trace of reason left was filled with the figures of Gu Han from childhood to adulthood.

After a while.

He came to the throne and said softly: "Han'er, my adoptive father will definitely avenge you."

The words fell.

He sat down gently and slowly closed his eyes. The demon heart in the sky trembled, and fell down instantly, completely merging with him!

Zhang Yuan's heart trembled.

Quietly he retracted his head.

As a servant of the Demon Lord, he knows better than anyone else that Gu Tian has been suppressing the demonic nature in his body, and those nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine bloody demonic shadows are the embodiment of Gu Tian's demonic nature!

Gu Han was here before.

Gu Tianzi was able to suppress his demonic nature and retain his humanity along the way.

But now...

Without Gu Han, Gu Tian's last obsession no longer exists. If he chooses to fuse the demonic heart and demonic nature, he has completely ascended to the position of demon lord, and there is no turning back!

boom! boom! boom!

As the devil's heart continued to merge, the golden mark on Gu Tian's eyebrows gradually stabilized, and billions of devils roared out, cheering excitedly, turning into a cape of ten thousand devils behind him, rising and falling as the devil flames rose and fell, swaying endlessly!

After a while.

Brush it!

Gu Tian opened his eyes again, his eyes were gray and no trace of reason or humanity could be seen.

Step on the throne and melt the devil's heart.

Gu Tian is dead, and the Demon Lord is reborn!

boom!

On the throne, Gu Tian waved his hand, and the demonic flames surged by three points, completely covering his figure. The throne trembled, soared into the sky, and was nowhere to be seen in an instant!

…

Outside the gate of Xuantian Sword Sect.

Just when everyone saw Gu Tian's change and wondered whether they should catch up and take a look, a tired and old voice suddenly sounded.

"No need."

"Let him be."

"He chose to leave because he was afraid of hurting you."

Everyone turned around subconsciously.

But at some point, Chongming had arrived at the venue.

Compared with before.

It was lonely, old and decayed, with almost no colorless fire left in its body. It was clearly on the verge of Nirvana and rebirth, but at this moment it seemed to have suffered a major blow and ended halfway.

"Chicken Lord!"

Yuan Zhengyang said with red eyes: "Junior brother, he..."

"I see."

Chongming nodded lonely and didn't say much. He looked at the crying little girl and said softly: "What does the dignified Xuantian Sword Head look like when it's crying?"

"Can……"

Tangtang sobbed: "But Master...Master is gone..."

"He handed Xuantian Sword Sect over to you."

Chongming was silent for a moment, then said: "You have to shoulder this burden for him, do you understand? You can be sad for him, you can miss him, you can remember him, but you can't cry... Do you understand?"

Tangtang nodded.

But the tears couldn't be stopped.

"Girl."

Chongming stopped trying to persuade him and said softly: "Xuantian Sword Sect, I will leave it to you from now on."

Said.

It walked towards the outside, feeling tired and lonely.

"Chicken Lord!"

Yuan Zhengyang said sadly: "What are you doing?"

"Anyone who hangs out with Mr. Chicken will have a bad end."

Chongming kept walking, with a hint of sadness in his voice: "The little bugs, the little birds, the smelly fish are dead... Xiaoyun is dead... Gu Han is also dead... Chicken Master, I have something ominous about me..."

Yuan Zhengyang felt heartbroken.

The comrade-in-arms died, and the junior whom I admired also died. I finally found a successor, but now I can never come back.

in the end.

After living for more than half an era, Chongming... is still alone.

no one knows.

How much sorrow and helplessness is hidden in its heart.

"Master Chicken..."

Just about to speak.

Chongming suddenly paused in his steps, and finally looked back at the Xuantian Sword Sect, and finally at the Xuantian sword cultivators, his eyes full of memories and reluctance.

"Don't ask, don't stop."

"Master Chicken, I have decided to leave."

Say it.

It used up the last bit of strength it had accumulated, barely opened the barrier, staggered away, and disappeared without a trace.

between fields.

Only its last words with endless sadness and loneliness were left.

"If Lord Chicken is gone, no one will die..."