Misery mixed in the secluded world to be the devil king

Chapter 13 You Shouldn't Come

Just when Infinity and the others were still investigating where the blood dark power came from.

In the depths of the Netherworld, within the Nine Vaults of Chaos, Feng Mo quietly returned.

Looking at the face in front of him that is completely different from the past, the aura around him is restrained, like a mortal who does not know martial arts.

If it weren't for the fact that they were sworn brothers as the original demon king, the two of them were extremely familiar with each other, and Feng Mojian Shang Que would have thought that Youjie had changed hands.

"It seems that you have changed a lot after going through life and death! And the original pure magic power is actually so restrained. It seems that your foundation has improved a lot, congratulations!"

For Feng Mo's congratulations, the Demon Lord smiled freely, and he did not disappoint the once ruthless Demon, but was more like a prodigal son.

"It's no congratulations, it's just a new path.

In the past, although the energy of pure magic was condensed to reach the extreme state, the mutual generation and restraint of all things is too extreme. Although the combat power is strong, the improvement is extremely fast.

But in the end, he got rid of the natural principles of heaven and earth and went to extremes, and just now he suffered a disastrous defeat in the Jingyou battle! "

Feng Mo's heart skipped a beat. As a swordsman, his pursuit of extreme attacks made him a legend.

But when the way of swordsman reached the extreme, he found that there was no way ahead, because the king of the evil souls of the eight tribes had to cut himself to be free.

During the long years when the demon king sealed the demon soul into the demon record, Feng Mo gradually realized the truth of the naturalness of swordsmanship.

Cultivation has also been a blessing in disguise, and has gone a step further. Now listening to the words of the demon king, I agree with it very much.

"Although Jiyuan is powerful, it is not perfect after all. The stronger it is, the more obvious its weaknesses!"

"That's right, that's right!" The Demon Lord nodded, then changed the topic and said, "I have the power of Jiuying to transform all demons, and I recreated a body based on your former appearance and body. Now I entrust you to Infinity. The Yunhai Xianmen is nourished by the pure and holy air, so the combination of the holy and the devil may allow you to get rid of the innate shackles of the Youmo, and make you go further, and at the same time, you don't have to use your broken body anymore!"

Feng Mo was deeply moved. He thought that he would return to the human world, and when his wish was realized, he would completely kill the Eight Tribes, and when his obsession dissipated, he would eventually disappear.

Never thought that the Demon Lord would do such a thing.

As the No. [-] swordsman in the Nether Realm, Feng Mo knew how difficult it would be to rebuild a body that could allow his demon soul to enter without being affected, and what a price the Demon Lord would have to pay for his comeback!
"Thank you!"

I sincerely thank you, but I saw the Demon Lord waved his hand indifferently, and said: "There is no need to talk about this between you and me. After you have fully integrated your new body, you should teach Jian Langya well! The Youjie is dying of talent now! I, the Demon Lord, will almost become a bare-bones commander!"

"Hahaha, you old devil, I will naturally teach my daughter myself!" Feng Mo agreed with a cheerful smile!
"Is this what the Lord is talking about?" The demon king walked to the throne without any image, sat down on it, and said: "What the Lord said is to let that girl improve her strength quickly, so that she can stay with Infinity and be safer. They are the Demon King and the Holy Mother appointed by this Lord in the future!"

Hearing what Mo Jun said, based on the relationship between the two of them, Feng Mo has no reason to object. After all, in the Nether Realm, the new generation has unlimited capabilities and has already caught up with the older generation like them.

"Young people's affairs should be resolved by themselves! I'm not involved!" Feng Mo waved his hands and said with a smile, "But according to you, are you planning to abdicate?"

He met the Demon Lord when he was young. Although the original Demon Lord seemed indifferent and ruthless, Feng Mo knew that he was a free, unrestrained, unrestrained and indulgent person in his heart.

Back then, if it weren't for the Youmo lineage, the internal strife continued, and the Demon Lord used his own power to unify the Youjie, and for the development and continuation of the Youmo lineage, he would not have sat on the position of the Demon Lord.

Now, although Youdu Junlin Heidi and Kui Yujiang and others have conquered the miserable environment, the strength of Youjie has been greatly damaged, but the departure of the older generation of Youmo is also a rare opportunity for the newborn young people.

Otherwise, just like Fengmo and Mojun, the elders of Youjie occupy high positions for a long time, and the young generation of Youjie will not have a bright future after all.

"Abdication, this is inevitable! Unlimited is very good, enough to take on the big responsibility, but because of the Suzaku clothes, he has a grudge against Youjie and me. In fact, I also want to enlighten him through Jian Langya, hoping that he can return to Youjie in the future! Hey! !"

Speaking of this, the Demon Lord sighed lightly, as if lamenting the impermanence of the world.

I don't know how many years it has been since I saw Mo Jun like this, Feng Mo has never seen him with such a heart.

The former high-ranking and ruthless king seemed to have returned to the way he was when we first met, just like his rejuvenated appearance.

"Okay! I'll tell Ya'er about this, don't worry!" Feng Mo immediately asked with concern: "Baqi evil god is eyeing the hardships of the Central Plains, what are you going to do next?"

The Demon Lord had already made a plan, and then said: "I have let the Qushan dragon head return. The eight Qi evil god dragon heads have their own attributes, and the four dragon heads have returned in a short time. In addition, the dragon heads have been away for too long, and I am here again." The blood-dark power condensed in the dragon head is bound to be repulsed by force. This way, we can buy some time for the Central Plains Righteous Path and us!"

Hearing this, Feng Mo finally understood why the Demon Lord allowed the dragon head to return to the body of the evil god of Baqi so easily.

After thinking for a while, Feng Mo said slowly: "If this is the case, the recovery time of the evil god of Baqi will definitely be delayed. Only in this way, in order to prevent this time from happening again, the Babu people will definitely seize the last three dragon heads as soon as possible. "

"That's right!" Demon King said with certainty: "The Confucian sect has Haozheng and the Five Ways, and the Confucian emperor and Confucianism are supreme, and can be compared to the former Nine Heavens Xuanzun. Don't worry about that. If he can't hold down the dragon head, then I am useless without you. The dragon head of the West Yellow Buddhist Realm, just in case, I will go there myself!"

Speaking of this, Feng Mo couldn't help thinking that the seven dragon capitals had already been put on the table in the Battle of Elapsed Island in the past.

But the whereabouts of the last dragon head that was taken away by his comrade-in-arms Desert Lone Eagle is still unknown.

Thinking of this time, the wind dragon that the Demon Lord asked him to bring back from the Valley of the Wind had an aura similar to that of a lonely desert eagle.

Can't help asking: "The last dragon head, do you know where it is?"

The Demon Monarch nodded and explained: "The dragon head is in the Valley of the Wind, but there is still space inside it. The little dragon you brought back is the key to open the space. Please leave this dragon head to you. Discuss with Yun Huizi how to deal with it!"

"Well! I'll handle this matter! It's just that the Nether Realm is bound to be empty inside. Now that it's time to employ people, it's better to put Shi Molu in it...!"

The demon king waved his hand and interrupted directly, with deep demonic eyes, as if looking towards the direction of Shi Molu through space, he said leisurely: "Youmo's lineage is the local demon clan in a difficult situation.

But do you still remember, long ago when you and I were young, the Youmo lineage was extremely weak, and it was the appearance of that person that gave birth to the present Youjie.

But there is no unreasonable help in the world, what is he trying to do?What does he want?
As the master of the Netherworld, you and I need to be careful!There are Demon Emperor Jimeng in Shimolu, let them sleep forever! "

He is also a person who has gone through the darkest era in Youjie, although Feng Mo's heart is full of doubts.

But after many years of comparison, he has shown sincerity to each other, and he has great trust in the devil, so he will not ask any more questions.

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A few days later, the Demon Lord quietly left the Nether Realm, and returned to being the unruly savior of the rivers and lakes, the prodigal son!
The peak enters the clouds, the clear stream sees the bottom, the stone walls on both sides of the river are colorful, the green forests and green bamboos are ready for all seasons, the jasper is steep, and the wind resounds Yao Pei, painting a fantasy world.

It is like a land of nothingness, a peach blossom garden that swims outside the dust and does not touch the sparks of the world.

Quietly, a pair of footsteps stepped on slowly.

The world has changed, the stars have changed, the long-lost scenery remains the same, and the beauty that was once destroyed by the war has reappeared.

But things change and people change, and those who leave can't come back.

Those who came back were no longer the same as before.

He didn't hide his breath, just when he stepped in, he was drifting away to appreciate the familiar and unfamiliar scenery.

The fragrant wind came slowly, and people who were originally attracted by the scenery were attracted unconsciously, and saw a figure that was both familiar and unfamiliar walking slowly.

"Lingbo is misty and steady, the clouds are clear and the moon is deep, and the snowflakes turn into fragrant dust. Fight for the beauty and drink, and be the master of Fangfei."

Accompanied by the title of the poem, one can see Wenxiu's elegance, beauty like a flower, like a nine-day goddess descended into the world, the brows are not like the tenderness of ordinary women, and there is a rare heroic spirit, and her eyes are firm in front of the prodigal son.

"You are finally here! Primordial Demon Lord!"

Looking at the stunningly talented woman in front of him, the prodigal son gave a free and easy smile, and said slowly: "You are here too, I thought it was you who went to find me first! Just like that day, you raised your gun and shot me through!"

"I hesitated! You shouldn't have come!"

"Should I come or not? You are one of my creditors. I have to come! It's been a long time, Luoshen Hongchenxue!"

(End of this chapter)