The Demon Lord Has Too Many Aliases

Chapter 42

Yan Weilou even had some doubts, could this really be something handed down from ancient times, could it really be the property of the Saint Master "Yuan"? Tsk! Maybe he was lost in thought for too long and forgot to add lamp oil.

Suddenly, the candlelight beside him flickered and suddenly went out.

The room suddenly fell into darkness.

The faint light flickered gently on the boy's solemn face, and his dark and deep eyes seemed to absorb all the light.

There was silence all around, and the sound of the long wind blowing through the courtyard could be heard faintly.

His fingers gently stroked the fragments, and Yan Weilou suddenly smiled.

In this sudden darkness, he was a little overwhelmed by the inexplicable appearance of a "senior time traveler", but gradually calmed down, and a sharp and calm light reappeared in his eyes.

... No matter what the truth is, all this does not conflict with his goal.

This suddenly discovered secret is at most an accident for him. If those unwarranted speculations and suspicions affect his own path, it would be too stupid.

But... "If there is a chance, maybe I should go to the Changxin Marquis Mansion and the Beidou Demon Palace..." The moment Yan Weilou learned his true identity from Old Shen, he had already developed an almost unreal alienation from this world, but this sudden discovery of a secret made him suddenly moved.

He put away the fragments, stood up, and flicked his fingertips at the same time.

Swish! A wisp of dark white flame fell into the oil lamp. The abyss fire that should have burned everything was extremely docile at this time, and the cold flame light re-lit the room.

· Swish! The north wind whistled in the canyon under the thousands of miles of ice.

An ancient lamp suddenly fell down, and the dark white flame splashed out of it ignited everything in front of it.

The glacier and frost, the canyon and the mountain wall, all burned with the spreading flames.

"Damn it! Are you crazy!" Following a furious shout from above the canyon, a white figure quickly fell downwards, as several figures watched in horror, reaching out to pick up the ancient lamp.

His dark eyes stared at the dark ancient lamp without blinking, ignoring the raging sea of ​​fire below, and it seemed as if stars were lighting up in his eyes.

"...Found it."

Chapter 27 Moving Wind and Cloud (11) Huh... The boundless wasteland covered with ice and snow spread to the horizon, and the raging sea of ​​fire ignited the wasteland. The cold white flames seemed to merge with the surrounding frost and snow, and everything was white.

The sky was high and the earth was far away, and everything was white.

The scene in front of him was really beautiful.

However, no one present was in the mood to appreciate it.

In the blazing cold sea of ​​fire, two groups of people were confronting each other - to be precise, a group of people confronting one person.

The former were all dressed in various sacrificial clothes like in dramas, and they were dressed like charlatans. They were obviously lunatics from the famous cult organization "Tianzong" in Beimo.

——"Tianzong" is also called "Saint Religion".

The people in the cult believed in the existence of ancient immortals and gods, and regarded the boundless snow-capped mountains in the southern part of Beimo as the birthplace of gods and men. They regarded themselves as priests serving gods, and even deceived many people in Beimo into falling for them.

The names of Fengsheng Town and Fengsheng City at the foot of the snow-capped mountains came from this.

From nobles to common people in Beimo, there were believers of Tianzong.

The tree was so big and deep-rooted that this difficult cult organization was rampant in Beimo for a time, and no one could control it.

But now, this group of Tianzong disciples who were rampant in Beimo were blocked by one person here, and they were about to be burned to ashes in the sea of ​​fire, leaving no bones.

"Crazy! You're really crazy!" The raging sea of ​​fire and the snow and ice on the snowfield intertwined, drowning everyone's sight. They could only vaguely see the white figure not far away through the whiteness in front of them.

The flames were raging all around, and the young man in the front, who was obviously the leader of the Tianzong team, almost jumped up and cursed: "Damn it! What on earth do you want to do? Are you really going to die together?!" "Ahem..." The man in white coughed a few times, remained silent, and looked down at the ancient lamp in his hand.

The cold and bleak light reflected his painted face, and his ancient white clothes fluttered in the wind and snow, as if he had walked out of time.

Looking at that cold and indifferent face, which was even more indifferent than ice and snow, the leading young man secretly thought that he was unlucky.

... What a bad luck! With the name of their Tianzong, where have they been treated as guests of honor? This time, their mission was urgent and secretive, and they had to deliver the holy object to the Tianzong headquarters.

They thought that the people of the Tianzong were able to run rampant in the Northern Desert, and there was no need to worry about any problems. They also took the grandson of the great elder with them.

But this time, an accident happened.

——The Tuoba clan, who were preparing to take a break, suddenly changed, and the eldest son was killed, so that wanted orders were posted everywhere, causing a storm in the city.

Such a big commotion did not suit their original intention, so they left as soon as possible.

However, after they left Feng Sheng City, they discovered that the wanted criminal had already swaggered into the convoy. Not only did he get out of the city smoothly, but he also used his strength to forcibly seize the holy fire - an item that the high priest of the sect had personally requested. If you lose something during the escort trip, you will have to be cut into pieces by the high priest for the crime of blasphemy! In the end, this audacious thief not only took away the holy fire, but also blocked the way with his own power. Even if the sea of ​​​​fire spread, he would burn everyone alive without caring about his own life. He looked like he was going to die together—— This crazy lunatic! ! ! Su Xinghan didn't know that in the eyes of Tianzong's madmen, he had become a crazier existence than them.

He carefully touched the dark and exquisite ancient lamp in his hand, with a faint joy in his eyes, revealing indescribable purity.

When he raised his head and turned his gaze to the people struggling in the sea of ​​fire, his joyful expression turned back to indifference.

"...Do you want to die or live?" "Of course I want to live! I want to live!" Seeing that he finally spoke, it seemed that there was a chance for discussion. Before anyone else could speak, the man who was surrounded by a group of people and looked like The pampered young man quickly took the lead and nodded vigorously, as if he had seized the only chance of survival, and his expression was eager and almost crazy.

"Don't do it. If you have any requests, just ask! Even if you want the head of the Tuoba family, I, the Tianzong, can get it for you!" "I'm not interested in the Tuoba family's head.

"Xiu Xinghan shook his head, "Since I want to live..." "This lamp..." He picked up the ancient lamp in his hand and stepped forward step by step. The surrounding flames separated as if they were spiritual. He asked, "Are you... Where was it found? " Before anyone could reply, he said the next sentence in a calm tone.

"Besides, except for this lamp, where did the other things that were placed in one place go?" The sky was filled with wind and snow, and the white sea of ​​fire stretched endlessly around them. The cold voice of the man in white was even more piercing than the wind and snow.

After a silence, everyone cried out in shock: "You actually dare to think about a sacred object?!" "Sacred object?" The corners of Xu Xinghan's lips curled up, and a faint smile suddenly appeared on his cold face, but it made people feel Not even the slightest temperature.

His eyes, which had been shrouded in mist, flickered fiercely at this moment.

"——So, it really is in your hands?" Huh... the wind and snow between the sky and the earth seemed to be a little more powerful, and the originally docile forest fire flames burned violently as if they had been doused with kerosene.

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