Misery mixed in the secluded world to be the devil king

Chapter 35 The Meeting of the Valley of the Wind

The setting sun dyed the sky red with the evening glow, and the crimson glow reflected over the Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind like blood.

The place where the wind dragon fell in the past, reflected a bright red in the sunlight.

Indifferently, a cold step came, carrying endless murderous intent and suspense, breaking the tranquility of the surroundings.

"A million corpses are buried under beacon fires, and dead bones are buried in blood near mountains and rivers. The sword and halberd sink into the sand, only ask Chi Luo."

Accompanied by Shen Xiong's poem, King Yaksha Xiao stepped on the flames of the beacon, swept his evil eyes, and said indifferently: "Sura, haven't you shown yourself yet?"

"Ha, you are impatient!"

Amidst the laughter, I was shocked to hear the sound of cicadas, and a touch of stunning red slowly appeared.

"Xingxue desolates the sky and the Milky Way hangs down, and the glamorous night lingers to cast Chu Ci. The autumn wind rises in the bleak and mournful voice, killing memories before the cicadas sing."

"Chi Luo, why are you so impatient? Isn't today's protagonist here?"

"King Asura, today I will definitely let the original demon king die here!"

At this moment, I saw a person holding a Taoist fan, quietly appearing, and came to the side of King Ashura.

"Yasha Xiaowang is so courageous!"

Chi Luo looked at the prestige, and said with a cold smile: "How is Qingyangzi's arrangement?"

"Hmph!" Qingyangzi frowned slightly, snorted coldly, and looked at King Ashura.

The tone of the order made this famous borneol look displeased.

Seeing this, Shou Wanjie said: "Chi Luo pay attention to your attitude! Here, I have ordered Jingxie to plant a heavy army here, and the army of Shenglongkou has already suppressed them all. We only need to wait for the demon king to come and annihilate them in one fell swoop!"

Chi Luo didn't care about such an arrangement, but only hoped that Bai Chuan Linghua could be rescued from the hands of the Demon Lord and return.

But the people present are all comrades-in-arms today, even though Chi Luo is confident that he is not weaker than the devil, but for Baichuan Linghua, he has to rely on the strength of this group of comrades who are fighting independently and cannot be united.

On the outskirts of the Valley of the Wind, Confucianism is stirring up waves, and many Confucian scholars led by Yu Lijing and the Ancient Virtue of Virtue came quietly at this time.

"Li Jing, are we really going to join hands with the Demon King this time? He killed the Ghost Chess Master..."

"Siwei, don't talk too much. Since the Demon Lord has made it clear that he wants to exchange dragon heads with the Eight Tribes, how can the Confucian Sect sit idly by. I have already informed the Immortal Sect that they will not be allowed to succeed today."

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But outside the Tower of the Three Realms, An Di, who was about to go to the Valley of the Wind, looked at the swordsman in front of him with a solemn expression.

"Feng Mo, you just came back to life, do you want to die?"

"Don't talk too much about the dark truth, it's you and me today, so let's settle it!"

"It's up to you!"

After the words fell, the two of them stopped talking and shot in an instant.

One is concerned with the accident of the Dragon Head of the Valley of the Wind, and the other is only fighting for the sake of killing the enemy in front of him, fighting together for a while.

And not far from the Three Realms Tower battlefield, the two reunited after a long absence looked at each other.

"Why does no one list hinder me?"

"Unlimited, today is the moment for the two of them to end, you must not interfere!"

"Earth Ming arranged for you to get close to the dark truth, but now you want to keep him, I am very disappointed!"

"He's my big brother! I have to!"

Seeing this, the eyes of infinite martyrdom opened and closed, and the scene was filled with blood and darkness.

"Since that's the case, let Unlimited teach you how to do it!"

When the battle of the Three Realms Tower was in full swing, in the Valley of the Wind, the Primordial Demon King also arrived in command.

Moyuan Jiuxi walked through the sky, and the sky that was gradually shrouded in darkness turned crimson again in the magic fire.

Just like the old sky fire demon turned into a cloud of fire, the demon king on it was full of anger and domineering.

Thousands of demon soldiers from the nether world behind him, their military appearances are neat and tidy, like heavenly soldiers descending from the sky, and their coercion sweeps across the surrounding area.

"What a big show! Primordial Demon Lord!"

"Why do you want to talk about the show, what about King Asura?"

Shou Wanjie looked at the condescending, stepping on the fire cloud, the menacing primitive demon king, Gu Jianzun instantly appeared.

"The thing is here, hand over the dragon head!"

The demon king glanced at him and confirmed that it was Gu Jianzun, then he waved his hand.

Immediately, a masked figure in black with a Japanese sword on his waist appeared from above the fire clouds.

"Ling Hua's knife...!"

The moment the black-clothed figure appeared, Yasha Xiaowang suddenly sensed something was wrong, and couldn't help but exclaimed.

However, the man in black didn't pay attention to Yesha Xiaowang, but pulled Fenglong past him.

The long knife came out of his body and poured directly into his heart groove. There was no blood dripping, only an ancient key fell from Fenglong's heart, and was captured by the devil in his hand.

"Take the wind dragon down and hand it over to Qianmo Youzhi!" The demon king gave an order, holding the key, and said to the eight tribes: "The head of the eight dragons is in this different space. If you want the key, you can hand it over. Out of the Ancient Sword Master!"

King Ashura frowned, "How can we confirm whether your words are true or not?"

"Aren't you very clear about the truth? Didn't the person who sealed the dragon's head back then have taken refuge in the evil god of Baqi?" As he said that, the demon lord coldly glanced at the place where the wind dragon fell in the Valley of the Wind, and said coldly: " Do you think so? Desert Lone Eagle!"

As soon as the words fell, he saw that the demon king's mind moved, and the demon fire broke through the air and went straight to the wind cave.

However, just as the magic fire approached the wind cave, a saber energy pierced through the air and completely extinguished the magic fire.

Immediately, a gloomy voice sounded.

"The demon lord is really extraordinary, he was able to detect the existence of the old man!"

When it comes to the way of the world, the sky and the earth are so bright; when discussing martial arts, it is a sword that cuts the gods and desolations.

In the poem, one of the eight swordsmen who fought against the Eight-Different Evil God with Jiutian Xuanzun in the past, and the descendant of Fengying, the guardian of the longevity tree.

Now, the desert lone eagle, who has succumbed to the power of evil and became the minion of the evil god, stepped out.

"Seeing you, I really feel unworthy for Fengmo. It is really a shame for Fengmo's life to be a comrade in arms with someone like you!"

Hearing this, the Desert Lone Eagle didn't respond, but said indifferently: "Hand over the key, otherwise today will be the time when the Nether Realm will be destroyed!"

However, the demon king didn't pay attention to the lonely eagle in the desert, turned his head to look at King Ashura, and said: "Confirm the authenticity, hand over the ancient sword master!"

"it is good!"

The existence of the desert lone eagle, as a member of the eight tribes, received Wanjie and found that he didn't even know about it.

Although he was extremely displeased with his betrayal of his former comrades-in-arms in his heart, the evil god had great plans ahead and could not allow King Asura to hesitate any longer.

I saw the demon king handing the key in his hand to the man in black beside him, and then he closed his eyes and rested.

Seeing this situation, Shou Wanjie and Chi Luo looked at each other, stepped into the void, and volleyed towards the Demon Lord.

Looking at the oncoming man in black, he collected the true energy of the Daoist sect and poured it into the ancient sword Zun Shi in his hand, and smiled coldly.

"Get it!"

Gu Jianzun turned into a streamer and went straight to the man in black, but he saw that the man in black did not dodge or avoid, but let Gu Jianzun Shi go through him.

But the Demon Lord above the high fiery cloud had a smile on his face at this moment.

"Chi Luo gave you a chance, but it's a pity you didn't seize it!"

Shocked by such words, and thinking of the weapons used by the man in black, Chi Luo had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Hastily dodged and charged towards the man in black, but the Demon Lord was a step faster.

Raising his palm, he forced King Asura back.

Taking Gu Jianzun Shi in his hand, he hugged the man in black with his chest pierced and dripping with blood, and flashed back above the fire cloud.

Looking at the Yasha Xiaowang who was flying into the air, he tore off the veil of the man in black.

Impressively, it was Bai Chuan Linghua's alluring face, but at this moment it was a little more, the anger of a living person.

"Let go of Linghua!"

Yecha Xiaowang looked at everything in front of him in a state of confusion, with disbelief all over his face.

Asura King, who made the move, also had a gloomy expression.

"I just created a new body for my dear Ling Hua, and just after she came back to life, she was killed by your comrades in arms! What a pity! Originally, I wanted to make her a magic concubine, but it's a pity that she is so beautiful!"

(End of this chapter)