Chapter 778 Black Mountains and White Waters, a Bright Place

This beam of light does not come from the stars, but from a more distant and unknown world. It falls on the ground but has only a radius of one foot. You can imagine how condensed it is.

Only the purest and most powerful energy, even the legendary gods, can create such a condensed light.

It seems that this light is very similar to the holy light of the state religion, but Demon Lord knows it is not, and Chen Changsheng knows better. They all know where this light comes from.

In the holy beam of light, the Demon Lord's clothes fluttered slightly, the broken landscape on his face was washed away, and his appearance was rapidly aging.

The seal formed from the heavenly book tablet had left the range of the light beam at some point and was hovering quietly in the night sky.

The seal swayed slightly towards the Demon Lord in the beam of light, as if it contained a lot of emotion and countless memories, and it seemed like it was saying goodbye to an old friend.

The next moment, the beam of light disappeared.

There are no changes in Xueling Lake Garden, no landslides, no changes in the heaven and earth, no abyss descending, everything is as before, as if nothing has happened.

The Demon Lord stood there.

Nanke is coming.

The emotions on the young formation master's face were very complicated.

He looked at the Demon Lord and hesitated to speak. He did this three times and finally fell silent.

The Demon Lord retracted his gaze towards the starry sky and looked at the young formation master, without speaking, thoughtfully.

Nanke came to the venue, looked at the current scene, and fell silent.

Finding time for silence will eventually be broken by sound.

"Are you dying?"

The young formation master looked at the Demon Lord and asked softly, appearing very cautious and a little timid.

The Demon Lord said: "If you can't even be sure of this and take the risk of coming to the south, you are stupid."

The young formation master was convinced that he was not stupid, so he laughed.

He laughed heartily.

The next moment, the proud smile on his face disappeared and turned into tears of sadness.

He burst into tears.

He laughed and cried, was happy yet sad, painful yet happy, humble yet arrogant.

He was like a moody child, with a sense of grievance and a bit of pride, looking at the Demon Lord and sobbing: "Is it okay this time?"

The Demon Lord sighed: "That's enough."

The young formation master cried and said: "Then you will definitely die this time, right?"

The Demon Lord said calmly: "Yes."

The young formation master's expression became a little nervous. He licked his dry lips and asked, "Did I perform well this time?"

The Demon Lord looked at him with admiration and said: "This game is indeed very good."

Hearing the praise, the young formation master's face suddenly became more radiant, and even his steps became brisk.

He walked towards the Demon Lord, dancing and jumping like a stone rolled down from a lonely peak.

Nan Ke's face looked a little pale and he wanted to come over, but was stopped by the devil's eyes.

The young formation master walked up to the Demon Lord and carefully helped him sit down, as if he didn't want the Demon Lord to feel any pain.

Then, he looked at the Demon Lord and asked seriously: "Dad, does it hurt?

The Demon Lord looked at the young formation master, his eyes full of doting and satisfaction, and said, "It's not bad."

The young formation master raised his hand to wipe away the tears hanging on his eyelashes and said, "I don't want this either."

While speaking, his right hand fell on the Demon Lord's chest like a black lightning bolt.

It was a dark dagger that could not reflect any light.

The dagger pierced the Demon Lord's chest deeply, and golden blood poured out from the hilt of the dagger.

It seems that this dagger is actually hollow.

The Demon Lord coughed in pain and said, "You...shouldn't use...this sword."

"Because this is your friend's relic?" The young formation master pulled out the black dagger from the Demon Lord's chest, glanced at the ground not far away, and said with a hint of anger: "That guy can use dragon whiskers as a sword. , I am your son, why can’t I use it?”

Chen Changsheng was lying there.

The young formation master pulled the Demon Lord's hand out from under his body, broke off the Demon Lord's fingers one by one with great effort, and took out something from inside.

The Demon Lord's expression remained calm, as if he couldn't feel the pain of a broken finger at all.

It was something like a comb with a horn. I don’t know what it was. It should be his last resort to save his life.

Previously, if the young formation master had not used his sword in time to cut off his last chance of survival, he might have found a chance to counterattack.

"Auntie reminded me, I must be careful when facing you."

The young formation master looked at the ram's horn comb and said with lingering fear: "But no matter how careful I am, I never imagined that the devil's horns are actually on your body."

He carefully put the horn comb into his arms and put it away, looked at the Demon Lord and said with a smile: "Didn't you say that when my sister-in-law left Xue Lao City more than twenty years ago, she stole this sacred object? Dad? , you are so cunning, we all thought it was leaving the mountain."

The Demon Lord smiled and said, "Your sister-in-law was so stupid that she was deceived by Little Su. I must teach him a lesson."

The young formation master thought about the murder case in the Changsheng Sect back then and said with emotion: "The lesson doesn't stop here? Fortunately, you can't continue to teach me anymore."

At this time, the demon king's vitality is gone, he has no means, and there is no way to fight back.

After confirming all the details, the young formation master truly felt relieved. He sat next to the Demon Lord, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and breathed for a moment before finally calming down. Suddenly, he looked at the starry sky and laughed, shaking his head again. He shook his head, seeming to have endless emotions.

"Actually, I'm scared too, but what should I do? I still have to do it. Fortunately, I still won in the end."

No matter they were silent at the beginning or became so crazy later, whether they were standing, sitting or lying down, the Demon Lord, the young formation master and Nan Ke were all very similar - they may appear to be different in appearance, but their mental temperament was actually completely different. Same, especially when they are together.

They are like the black mountains, white water and the blood moon in the extreme north of the snowfield, exuding cruel, bloody and mysterious meanings, but also extremely harmonious.

If no one interrupted, or the scene would last longer, however, there is a person in this painting after all.

Precisely because he is a human, it is impossible for him to stand in this painting.

Chen Changsheng stood up, and the painting suddenly became brighter.

The extremely determined brightness came from his eyes and his voice.

"From the battlefield to Songshan Military Mansion and back here, many people have died to protect you and save you. If you win, what about them?"

He looked at the young formation master and said: "No matter who you are, no matter why you are here, this is wrong."

The young formation master looked at him, a little surprised that he could still stand up, and then, a smile with mockery and ridicule appeared on the corner of his lips.

"The Pope is indeed as weird as the rumors say, but what else can you do?"