Chapter 1460 Father and Son?

Suddenly, the Demon Lord's mood suddenly became violent. There was a burst of black fog and demonic energy, and he roared angrily: "Damn it!"

"Ye Xiao, not only do I want your person, your body, your spiritual power, and your soul, I want to trap your Yuanling for millions of years, and I will torture and ravage you with boundless demonic fire every day. You bastard, how dare you ruin my good deeds..."

With a "boom" sound, a whirlwind suddenly rolled up on the ground and rushed out with a "sudden" sound.

Outside, I don't know how far away on the ground, there was a sudden storm in the sky, and the wind was surging.

Everyone who heard this violent roar, regardless of their level of cultivation, without exception, shuddered.

At this moment, it was almost like the feeling of walking through a cemetery in a deserted suburb late at night and being suddenly hit by a dark wind.

The gloomy eyes of the black-clothed venerable were imperceptibly looking at the sixty-three people who were continuing to maintain the operation of the altar.

After a long, long time, he finally closed his eyelids and said softly to himself: "This should be...enough..."

His black robe fluttered and he walked slowly outside.

The black-robed venerable man went outside, but another purple-robed figure hurried in from outside and stood in front of him.

The black-robed Demon Lord stood still and stared at the visitor without any expression: "Is something wrong?"

"Father, according to the latest news, the Laughing Lord has led people to destroy the East Palace and is now heading towards the West Palace."

The person who came was none other than Zong Xingyu, the master of the West Palace.

He is also the only biological son of the black-robed demon Zong Yuankai.

At this moment, his face was full of anxiety, and there was an indescribable look of complaint in his expression.

"Yes, I understand." The Black-clothed Demon Lord nodded expressionlessly, replied casually, and then walked out again.

"Father!" Zong Xingyu stopped him and said anxiously: "I don't understand, why do we have to sit back and watch the destruction of the East Palace? Why can't we help? The East Palace and the West Palace are like branches, and their lips are dead and their teeth are cold!"

The Black-clothed Demon Lord snorted and said: "The East Palace is the East Palace, so why are it the same as the West Palace? You only need to be in charge of your West Palace, there is no need to care about anything else."

Zong Xingyu said anxiously: "But the East Palace is also our hard work, especially the country that you, Father, conquered with your own hands. It has been tens of thousands of years, and it has been destroyed in one day... I, I really..."

The black-clothed demon lord gave him a cold look and said nothing.

"My child wants to know the reason." Zong Xingyu insisted.

"Reason? What reason?" The dark light flickered between the eyes of the black-clothed demon king: "Are you the first person in the world to ask such a childish question? The world never needs a reason, only strength. ”

"But we clearly have strength." Zong Xingyu was a little excited: "Even if the outer strength is gone, we still have enough strength! Even if the East Palace cannot be completely preserved, if the senior officials of the East Palace are able to retreat, it will still be a little bit No problem!”

"Even if we use all our strength and all our experts, we may not be able to kill Ye Xiao and others in a single battle in the east hall!"

"We can obviously do it!"

"But father, you would rather watch the entire East Palace being slaughtered!"

"My child is very confused about this. I hope my father will clarify my doubts?" Zong Xingyu's face showed a look of pain: "The East Palace is also the painstaking effort of my father for thousands of years to build it. Why should it be abandoned like a pile of waste..."

The black-clothed demon lord's eyes were like two cold sharp arrows shot over, staring closely at Zong Xingyu's face: "You also said that it is my ten thousand years of hard work, it is my hard work! Is that right?"

When Zong Xingyu heard these words that made no sense but made sense, he raised his head in astonishment and looked at his father's cold and unfeeling face. Suddenly, he was in a trance and hissed: "Yes, the East Palace is yours." Blood! So you can destroy it however you want, right?"

Zong Xingyu's voice at this moment was already a bit hysterical.

"yes!"

The black-clothed demon's eyes were always cold, as if the ice cracked and the word popped out. His whole person was more like an icy sculpture on the top of a snow-capped mountain that had not melted for thousands of years, standing still and infinitely cold.

Zong Xingyu's body suddenly shook, and a sudden feeling of weakness arose spontaneously.

At this moment, he didn't even know what he was going to say or what he should say. He could only feel indescribable fatigue and despair.

He looked at his father with almost unfocused eyes, and said in an erratic voice: "In this battle... even martial arts died in the battle, and died in the hands of Ye Xiao..."

The black-clothed Demon Lord's eyes were like two bottomless pools. He looked at him as he spoke, but he didn't say anything.

"The entire East Palace... all the people, no matter experts or ordinary disciples, survived, they were all killed. The East Palace has become a historical term..." Zong Xingyu continued.

The black-clothed demon king still didn't speak, and his whole body was completely silent. It seemed that at this moment, his whole body had turned into nothingness and merged into the void.

"Now, the enemy is gathering masters and heading towards the West Palace. Their intention to kill them all is obvious..." Zong Xingyu said blankly.

The black-clothed demon king's eyes finally changed. This was the only slight change so far.

Zong Xingyu caught this change very keenly, and suddenly became excited and said loudly: "Are you still planning to... want to sacrifice your other hard work, the West Palace, like the East Palace? ?”

When saying this, Zong Xingyu's face suddenly flushed, and he was extremely excited and indignant.

But the Black-clothed Demon Lord still did not speak, and even his eyes did not fluctuate at all.

Zong Xingyu stared at his father with anger: "Your foundation was built by you with your own hands and feet. No matter what choice you make, we have no complaints!"

The Black-clothed Demon Lord made a move for the first time, turned around, tilted his head, and looked at his son with a very interesting look.

However, there was no warmth in his eyes.

Zong Xingyu could fully feel the indifference and alienation.

His father looked at him as if he was looking at an irrelevant stranger!

There was no emotion or feeling that should exist between father and son.

This feeling of abnormal alienation in family affection, in these years, after almost every contact, I would feel that this feeling became more obvious.

It seemed that his father gradually forgot the so-called feelings, stripped them off bit by bit, and threw them behind his mind bit by bit, and no longer had them.

He...seems...to have gradually lost the emotions that a 'human' should have!

Well, all emotions!

A heartfelt stabbing pain grew in Zong Xingyu's heart, and he murmured, "We have no complaints, we are not qualified to complain...but father, I wonder if you have ever thought that here in the West Palace, there are your son, daughter-in-law, grandson, great-grandson... The West Palace has many of your relatives and family members...Do you still remember this?"

The Black-clothed Demon Lord nodded indifferently and said lightly, "I remember the West Palace, not the East Palace. There are my son, grandson, and all my relatives in the West Palace. I remember it."

He said it so perfunctorily and carelessly.

When saying this, the Black-clothed Demon Lord even had a sense of sarcasm and an impulse to laugh in his heart.

Relatives?

Ha!

Relatives? !

Is it meaningful and helpful to the great cause of the Demon Map?

If the answer is no, then it is worth talking about casually, why care more!

Zong Xingyu's heart was cold.

In front of Zong Yuankai, he is a son, but apart from this identity, he is also an old man with countless experiences and wisdom. Naturally, he knows what is sincerity, what is perfunctory, what is indifference, and what is...ignorance!

He turned his head and looked at the nine gloomy altars and the flames of different colors in this gloomy place...

A trace of extremely strong hatred flashed in his eyes.

His eyes swept over those figures who had no reaction to his arrival and only focused on outputting essence to the altar, and his eyes showed an extreme sadness and pain.

His eyes stayed for a long time, bleak but focused.

Many of them were elders who had played with them with smiles on their faces when they were young... In the process of growing up, many of them had spared no effort to protect them...

They took care of themselves meticulously, even if they fought desperately; they would not allow anyone to hurt even a hair on their bodies!

They are the most precious treasure in their hearts!

These people are all my father's old brothers, my uncles, and I respect and love them. With them around, I will no longer be afraid of anything in this world, any difficulties or obstacles!

But, I don't know since when, they have all changed, becoming taciturn, not willing to move around, withered and unrecognizable, becoming... I can no longer find their past shadows.

The elders who were once very close are no longer familiar, and then strange, completely strange, meeting as if they were not seen, and then, they disappeared from the outside world one by one, from the powerful people who were originally dominating the world, to a statue sitting here motionless.

Before everyone enters here, I will hold a grand funeral outside.

I know clearly that they are not dead, but I still have to hold this funeral. At first, I was very resistant; why should I hold a funeral for a living person?

But... later I gradually got used to it, or because I understood and understood it.

As long as people enter here... as long as they enter this gloomy place, they are essentially equivalent to a dead person.

No more talking.

No more drinking water.

No more eating.

Even their eyeballs no longer move; every day, they just sit there blindly, using their lives, souls, and energy to support these gloomy altars!

God knows how much Zong Xingyu hates these altars and this gloomy place.

It is this altar that has taken away all the warmth in this world!

Zong Xingyu looked at the sixty-three people sitting like zombies with eyes full of hope and warmth; his voice became louder and louder, as if they were quarreling. With his cultivation, when he deliberately spoke loudly, a word he said was like thunder and lightning, and it could be heard hundreds of miles away.

Rather than quarreling, it is better to say that he was holding a plan for the worst, hoping that these heart-piercing words could wake up these elders who had embarked on a road of no return!

However, the sixty-three people always turned a deaf ear to him, not only did they not move, but they did not even move their eyes.

The Black-clothed Demon Lord just watched his son going crazy quietly. How could he not know his son's plan? He had resisted the urge to kill him countless times. He kept reminding himself: This is my son. , this is my son, my son, son...

Son, cannot be killed!

But the violent emotions originating from the soul are getting stronger and stronger, becoming more and more difficult to suppress.

Yes, it was the disgust that came from his soul. This emotion made him extremely hate the fact that this tiny human in front of him actually spoke so loudly in front of him and unscrupulously provoked his own authority...

If it weren't for the murmur from the heart, repeatedly reminding the person in front of him about the relationship between him and himself, or the black-clothed demon would have killed the personality in front of him long ago, this is a tug-of-war between the demonized soul and the family affection of the heart!

"You don't have to shout anymore." The Black-clothed Demon Lord finally said coldly: "They can't hear anything. It's a useless waste of efforts."

"But they are obviously still alive, and there is hope if they are alive!" Zong Xingyu blurted out angrily.

"Alive...hope..." The Black-clothed Demon Lord shook his head and suddenly burst into laughter: "Hehehehe..."

Hearing such laughter, Zong Xingyu felt his hair stand on end, and an unprecedented sense of fear arose spontaneously.

"Do you really know what living is?" The black-clothed demon king's eyes were shining with faint will-o'-the-wisps, and he looked at his son: "Only when you are in this state are you qualified to say that you are alive."

Zong Xingyu took a deep breath and felt his heart beating faster and faster for no apparent reason. He asked out of nowhere: "Then...Father, are you still alive now?"

The originally cold and calm eyes of the black-clothed demon lord instantly turned into a sharp sword that cut through the sky. He suddenly turned his head and stared into his son's eyes. Balls of rich black energy emerged from his eyes. , every ball of demonic energy that emerged automatically turned into a black lotus in front of him, rising slowly.

That faint, quiet, cold, indifferent... look.

Zong Xingyu didn't know why, but under the gaze, he took a step back in panic, his eyes full of fear.

"Do you want me to die?" The Black-clothed Demon Lord was still staring at Zong Xingyu.

Zong Xingyu shook his head repeatedly and said in a panic: "No, no, no... I don't mean this, how could it be..."

The black-clothed demon lord's eyes stared at Zong Xingyu for a long time, without blinking.

Zong Xingyu fell into a state of panic and was unable to extricate himself.

After a long, long time, the Black-clothed Demon Lord closed his eyes, and the terrifying gloominess disappeared the moment he closed his eyes.

It was only at this moment that Zong Xingyu gradually recovered from his shock and calmed down——

"Father, I know... I know, father, you are doing big things, big things that will shine for generations to come..." Zong Xingyu murmured with pain on his face: "Over the years, I have been trying my best to cooperate... but, no I know when I will never see the father in my memory again. Only when I dream back at midnight, the father in my memory will reappear. I recall that when I was young, you spanked me when I was naughty..."

"I was injured, and you bandaged my wound... When I was traveling around the world, I was bullied by others, and you had that angry look on your face and your tone of anger..."

"Also, when I went out, you stood on the top of the mountain with your hands behind your back, watching me go away..."

Zong Xingyu became more and more sad as he spoke: "I still remember, the last time you called me by my name, called me Xingyu... was seven thousand three hundred and twenty-seven years ago. That was the last time..."

"What is the reason that made you become like this?" Zong Xingyu asked sadly and repressedly.

"I am your son! My biological son!"

Zong Xingyu shed tears.

The black-clothed demon king still stood like a statue, his eyes flashed a little strangely; then he said calmly: "Now that the enemy is facing us, it is the right time to talk about the love between children. He has his own way of deciding the overall situation." ”

It's still perfunctory, it's still pushback, it's still unclear, it's still unclear!

The only flame of hope in Zong Xingyu's eyes quickly extinguished and ceased to exist.

He took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions, and said softly: "It is true that we are facing a formidable enemy, and the situation is difficult to be optimistic. At this time, Lord Xiao and others, leading a large number of top experts, are already on their way to the West Palace. , the day is approaching, and the final battle is about to begin. Father, we dare to ask how we should respond?"

When Zong Xingyu said these words, he was still a little excited at the beginning, but later on, he had returned to complete calmness, with a business-like and straightforward tone.

The Black-clothed Demon Lord said calmly: "This battle is inevitable, let them in!"

"Let them in?" Zong Xingyu raised his head, stared at his father in disbelief, and couldn't help but repeat: "Are you really not going to put up any resistance and just let them drive in?"

"That's right." The Black-clothed Demon Lord walked leisurely and said calmly: "In the West Hall, we wiped out the entire resistance force in the Qingyun Heavenly Domain in one fell swoop. From now on, there will be no trouble!"

This sentence was said with great momentum and seemed to be full of confidence.

But Zong Xingyu still found it a little hard to accept: "But on the way to the enemy's attack, even if we let them drive straight in without resisting, tens of thousands of disciples will lose their lives along the way!"

The black-clothed demon turned his face slightly and said softly: "Survival of the fittest, the weak and the strong, this is the iron law of the world. Is this your first day in the world?!"

Zong Xingyu gritted his teeth and answered with courage: "This... Please forgive me for not being able to obey your order!"

The body of the Black-Clothed Demon Lord floated away like a black cloud, and his voice came indifferently: "That's up to you."

As cold as ever, as without any emotion as ever.

The figure of the Black-Clothed Demon Lord just disappeared like that, and was never seen again.