Han Shan’s Sword Unsheathed

The night wind blew the Lingshan ink-colored robe, like a tumbling black cloud.

"I'm crazy? You said you want to unify the demon world and lead the demon race to prosperity. I believe you follow you, but what have you done?" The big demon can't eat the little demon ", don't you find it ridiculous?"

Meng Xueli said: "The evolution of the whole demon clan is a millennium plan. You can't rely on the progress of one or two big demon. Let every little demon have a sense of security, and the demon world will be truly prosperous and orderly. Only demon, how strong is the strongest, can you open the door to heaven? "

Lingshan laughed from the sky: "If you can't do it, you don't think I can do it? You look good!"

Speaking of the last four words, the voice drifted away, and the figure was more than ten feet away, flying out of the palace wall.

Meng Xueli had a bad intuition and chased him away on the aura line.

But I saw Lingshan fell on the edge of Liuli Lake, brushing a willow branch, and asked, "A hundred years ago, we were playing in the Devil Realm. Liuli Lake is going boating together. Do you remember?"

The lake is sparkling and colorful. This place is far away from the palace of the demon king, the news of the accident in the palace has not yet been heard, and there are still little demon frolics, and suddenly sees two figures descend from the sky, frightened and fled.

Meng Xueli frowned: "A spree holds the boat, you fish, I cook wine at the bow."

In the next moment, Lingshan disappeared, and Meng Xueli chased again. Two figures appeared in Qiaotou.

Winding small bridges flowing water, continuous powder-walled green tiles, water light reflects the moon.

Lingshan Road: "Here is also the place we have played in the world. We walked the streets and performed the trick of" Heaven Picking Stars. "You play the mink, I play the rope, do you remember?"

Meng Xueli: "I remember."

They rose and fell, and the night wind flew all over Fengyue City.

Reminiscent of the tide, the calendar of yesterday was on sight, and Meng Xueli's expression grew colder: "What the **** do you want me to see?"

Lingshan smiled and said: "I built this city, not to gather the three realms, but to commemorate our beautiful memories, do you like it?"

Meng Xueli was speechless.

When he came to see Lingshan, he had some questions to ask, such as why the other party chose to betray, what he thought of building the demon world, and now he doesn't want to ask anything. Because he realized that he could not communicate with the other party at all.

Lingshan's smile grew stronger and his voice became softer. At this moment, he is also a gentle and melancholic painter, a romantic and talented artist.

He said: "A Diao, I have done something wrong, I will not compensate you. The former complaints, let's cancel it all ..."

It was true that he wanted to kill Meng Xueli, and it was true to want to see Meng Xueli. When he truly stood at the highest place, he felt that the mountains were lonely and the heroes lonely.

From lonely to the night, he watched the mural and basked in the moon alone. He chatted with the little luanbird who had strayed into the palace, and missed the good old days with friends. After losing it, I feel precious.

Ordinary demon is not worthy of being his friend, but Snow Mountain King is different.

It is a pity that the spirit mink is proud and majestic. Only by losing everything, at the end of the road, and with the mountains drying up, can he stay at ease with him.

Lingshan wants supreme power, unstoppable strength, and sincere feelings. He wanted to have everything and thought he was worth it.

Traveling all over the city, he returned to the sky above the demon palace.

Thick smoke billowed. Jiuchi, flowers and trees burned and dumped, and the jade and sperm were scattered and broken. In the turbulent waves, the big demon showed a huge original shape, because the drunken mind was unclear and ran rampage. The ground moved, and countless little demon were trampled into flesh, or were flying high, moaning and struggling in the sea of ​​fire.

Seeing this annoyed at the first, Que Xian learnt to dance with the bird of paradise. Although he was often scolded, he laughed more, and had a shallow relationship with a group of dance musicians. When the monsters such as Bliss Bird were rescued from the sea of ​​fire, they only thanked the kind peacock demon, and did not think of "fat peacock".

Only the Phantom beast recognized the Xianxianming, and he helped him with his strength, condensing a soft cloud with phantom gas, and sent the injured demon out of the palace wall. But there are too many little demon, and the illusion's demon power is weakening, and it is left and right.

Lingshan didn't care about the chaotic and tragic scene in front of him, and the black figure fell in front of the palace, rising in diameter.

The dome of the palace was arched, and it looked like a birdcage and a huge tomb from a distance. The scarlet and dark clouds converged like a **** nightmare, covering the roof of the temple, constantly rolling and boiling.

Standing in front of the palace gate, Lingshan turned slightly and smiled at the chasing Meng Xueli: "Come to me, I can give you the best!"

"You are delusional!" A blue demon fire shot at Lingshan, but the latter flashed to avoid the demon fire and hit the hall door with a bang, the closed hall door collapsed. Que Xianming couldn't hit it, holding a Jinghong mirror to kill.

Lingshan said coldly: "Do not do your best. Bring the Mirror!"

With a wave of his hand, his sleeves rose in response to the storm. Like a black water snake, he immediately wrapped around the arms of Sphinx, and he wanted to remove the opponent's arm together with the treasure mirror!

Suddenly he screamed, and saw a long gun in front of him. Meng Xueli cut the tip of the gun, cutting the long sleeves of Lingshan, fighting with him.

Que Xianming was shocked by the aftermath of Lingshan's demon power, and flew out, falling down hard, but did not feel pain. The soft underneath was a little slippery.

It turned out that the illusion's demon power was exhausted, and he was unable to condense the clouds, so he stretched the demon body and made a meat pad for him.

Que Xianming sprang up and embraced the Mirage: "Abandoned Beast, why are you!"

The mirage was so painful that it grinned and could not speak.

Que Xianming touched his crumpled tail and hated: "I will kill him!"

The peacock is about to be transformed into its original shape, and its wings are soaring, but listening to the whispering milk voice: "I feel very uncomfortable, am I about to die?"

The mirage only felt that all his muscles and bones were forcibly pulled away, and the uncontrollable surge of demon power seemed to support the demon body to burst.

He was chased and chased in the demon world, and he was displaced, and he also spent the most stable days in the world's Han Haiti Palace and Changchun Peak Rat Den.

He vowed to work hard, but unfortunately, until the end of the demon life, he has not changed into the majestic old mirage like his predecessor ...

Finch first heard the words and hurriedly took the spirit grass to feed him: "Nonsense, you will not die!"

It's just the tail is broken, how can it die? However, the spirit medicine is like a mud cow entering the sea, but the mirage is weakening.

Que Xianming's face was as pale as paper.

"I'm sleepy." Mirage whispered. "I'll give you another flower."

In the underground palace of the vast sea, Mirage was besieged and dying. Que Xianming appeared to save his life in time. With joy and gratitude, Mirage turned into a flower for the peacock.

Now in the palace of the demon king, due to chance, life and death reincarnation, they met again, but Qi Xianming was helpless, watching the phantom fluttering, the flames around him turned into flowers, and the purgatory turned into a sea of ​​flowers. The colorful butterflies are flying, colorful, and the sea of ​​flowers extends to the horizon.

Mirage closed his eyes.

Que Xianming roared: "I don't want to look at the flowers, you save some energy. I will never call you a waste beast again! You wake up!"

Dejected in his heart, he suddenly saw the illusion of the tail of the phantom beast flashing, and his face changed: "Abandoned beast, you are not about to die, you are about to be transformed!"

Mirage opened his eyes blankly: "What?"

Que Xianming felt angry and funny: "You look at me a few more times to make sure you look beautiful!"

On the other side, Lingshan and Meng Xueli are fighting, indifferently fighting and retreating, jumping into the hall.

Numerous lampstands were lit in the hall, and Meng Xueli entered the hall as soon as he saw the shadow of Lingshan. He only felt cold and drenched in the bone marrow—

Overwhelmingly painted murals, there are thousands of monsters with different colors and shapes. It's so beautiful, so beautiful.

The murals on all sides raised their heads, seeming to worship. He then looked up, arching the dome like a sky, overcast with clouds, and tearing the night sky with lightning. A python straddled the roof of the temple, and the black scales glowed with cold steel. It is a probe from the cloud, with a large blood mouth, fangs, and wings, and it is about to fly out of the mural and kill it.

The invisible aura line is tied to the demon, and finally gathers above the python.

Lingshan walked out of the shadows, and his voice echoed in the empty hall: "I waited for three years tonight. A min, don't be stupid. Hundreds of years of friendship, who can have a deeper feeling for you than me?"

"Why do you say this?" Meng Xueli, while circling with him, looked at those aura lines secretly, warning.

Lingshan unfolded a scroll of scrolls: "What do you see in the mural painting? This is the one I painted for you and is my most satisfying work. There was once a luan bird that said it was" full of paper ". She has a trace of Phoenix blood, Qu Yi The way is quite accomplished. Hey, I forgot, she should be dead. "

Meng Xueli frowned: "She was awakened to save your bloodline and stopped the bird Xianming's full blow, but you don't care about her life?"

"What do you want with me? A Diao, I only care about you, look."

He holds the starry night snow mountain map. Under the dim candlelight, the little white mink is innocent and lovely.

As soon as Meng Xueli moved, he stretched out his hand and tossed a scroll, and a scroll scroll flew out of his sleeve.

Morning dawn bamboo chart, starry night snow mountain chart. The two volumes of irrelevant paintings met wonderfully and were put together for comparison.

Meng Xueli said: "I don't know art, but I prefer what my buddies do."

Lingshan stared at the bamboo window mink with a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth. Soon his smile disappeared and his face was completely gloomy.

Ink is new ink, and paper is new paper, proving that the **** human sword repair is not dead. What's more, his favorite painting art is not as good as that of sword repair.

He would never admit it!

Lingshan sleeve robe rolled over, and a ray of fire came. The two scrolls fell together with the candlestick and fell on the illuminating floor tiles, crackling and burning.

"I forgive you. When I kill him, you are still mine." Lingshan walked to the center of the hall and calmly said: "The time has come, the battle is over. I will get supreme power."

The voices are falling, and the overwhelming murals of the demon are shining!

Meng Xueli's eyes narrowed slightly, his feet leaped high, his spear did not pierce Lingshan, he rushed straight up, piercing the head of the dome python.

He is extremely fast, like an electric light.

"Boom!" The roof of the temple trembles, showing a trace of cracks, such as the cracks on the ice surface, and the lines quickly expand.

However, the golden light of the murals on all four sides grew stronger, like the sun burning in the night. All kinds of roars sounded in succession from all directions, such as all the monsters. The mural seems to be rushing out of the army of demon.

Meng Xueli's heart sank, and the dazzling golden light made him see nothing, and the roar made him dizzy and tinnitus unable to recognize his position.

Only Lingshan's voice penetrated the roar: "Useless. That man has expected that you will break the battlefield. Once this battlefield is turned on, there is no turning around."

"Who?" Meng Xueli had countless thoughts flashing in his heart, but he had no time to think about it. A sword was thrown to the outside of the temple, manipulated by his consciousness, and turned into a light escape from the gate of the temple; a sword hunted Lingshan's voice stabs everywhere, and he resisted the force of the large array, and the true yuan poured out like a river.

"Oh," the dagger pierced the chest of Lingshan fiercely.

In the golden brilliance, Meng Xueli's hair was scattered, his robe was broken, and Qiqiao burst into bleeding water. He could no longer hear the roar of the beasts on all sides, and Wan Lai was silent, only the sound of the sharp blade piercing the flesh.

A strange smile appeared on Lingshan's lips: "I will devour all the demon, open the heavenly gate, and I will never die."

He stretched out a pale slender hand and gently patted Meng Xueli's shoulder as if to say hello to an old friend.

Meng Xueli suffered a severe shoulder pain and flew out.

Lingshan grasped the sharp blade, and let the palm splatter with blood. He pulled out the force inch by inch, and the blood spring spewed out in an instant, and the flesh and blood brought out when the blade was away from the body spilled over the ground.

The golden light of the sky rushed to the wound on his chest as if filling a bottomless hole. Lingshan showed its original shape, the two-headed python emptied into the sky, broke through the roof of the temple, and the scale armor cracked behind, giving birth to a pair of ten-foot-long bat wings.

The golden light in the palace overflowed with the giant python, flooding the demon palace like a flood. The golden light condensed into a huge monster, and in the mural, the army of thousands of monsters was resurrected and landed everywhere in Fengyue City.

They did not fear the burning of the sea, they did not know the pain, their eyes were scarlet, they opened their mouths to bite, swallowed the demons, and showed the general drunken expression with the python.

Moonlight has long been covered by red clouds, lightning flashes and thunder, storms are brewing, the shadow of the snake body covers the entire Fengyue City, and it is still expanding rapidly.

The picture of the fresco on the roof of the temple came true.

The golden light and fire on the ground, the electric light and the snake shadow in the sky, the roar shook the sky, and the screaming and crying were terrible. Blood flowed into rivers, with limbs all over the ground, like hell.

From Meng Xueli's sword to the appearance of Lingshan, only a moment, Fengyue City became a python food.

Phantom Beast turned into a shape, opened his eyes to see the end-time scene around him, then looked up at the sky, could not help but tremble with horror: "What kind of monster is this?"

Seeing that he was awake, Quexian put away the demon power barrier that supported him, and got up with pain and determined: "You run, don't look back."

"how about you?"

Que Xianming held the Jinghong mirror: "I will slaughter the snake!"

Suddenly a shadow appeared in the sky, and it came to me immediately: "Use it for a mirror."

"Xiao Shuyun?" Que Xianming was shocked. In his impression, this person was still Meng Xueli's apprentice. Now he holds Meng Xueli's short sword and should be trusted.

Said it was "borrow", but this person's shot speed was no different from "rob". Que Xianming watched his back disappear, and shouted: "Will you use it ?!"

Mirage hurriedly said: "He is not Xiao Stoping Cloud! No, he is Xiao Stoping Cloud. I mean, he is more than Xiao Stoping Cloud!"