The Black Book

Destroying emotion and nature, formless and formless.

The most profound state of the magical power of the Demon Sect!

But except for the first-generation leader, no one can reach such a height.

After carefully observing the legendary vision of the demon, Zhu Haomiao faintly realized that its inner extraordinary power was similar to his own original sin power.

They all follow an idealistic path and distort reality with their own will.

On the other side, facing the young man's inquiry, Guihua took a deep look at him and shook her head sadly.

"In front of Duke Yu, I don't dare to call myself a demon."

"Oh? Why?"

"The demonic nature in your heart is like the black sun in the sky, and Guihua dare not compete with you with the light of a firefly."

Looking at the young man in black standing in the void, Guihua seemed to be looking up at a blazing dark sun, peering into the indescribable horror beneath his skin.

The endless sense of oppression and attraction resonated deep in her soul. Just bathing in the young man's spiritual light, Guihua felt that her skills, which had not improved in the past hundred years, began to slowly increase, and the impregnable bottleneck was vaguely loosened.

Guihua had never seen such a monster-like existence even during the founding of the People's Republic of China, an era when heroes emerged in large numbers!

"Since we know the gap between you and me, why do we try to stop it?"

Zhu Haomiao leaned forward slightly and stared at Guihua with interest, trying to see what the facial features looked like under the squirming and twisted energy.

Hearing this, Guihua looked around and murmured reluctantly.

"This is my centuries-old effort, the orthodoxy that I forged with my own hands. I don't want to see them destroyed..."

"Haha, it seems that you are not really ruthless, you still have concerns."

Hearing the boy's teasing, Guihua was silent for a moment and whispered helplessly.

"As long as you still exist as a human being, you can't achieve complete annihilation of emotion and sex. If you really do it... then you are not a [human]!"

Listening to Guihua's emphasis on the pronunciation of the word [人] and seeing her staring at him meaningfully, Zhu Haomiao's brows gradually knitted.

I suspect that I am not a human being in Yin and Yang, but I have no proof!

Shaking his head, Zhu Haomiao put aside his distracting thoughts and stared into Guihua's eyes for a moment, his dark and deep gaze penetrating into his soul.

"Since you don't want the orthodoxy to be extinct, then kneel down and I will allow you to keep some of the descendants."

Listening to the undeniable and domineering words of the young man in black, before Guihua could say anything, Shangguan Yi stood up suddenly.

"Even if I, Shangguan Yi, die, I won't let you humiliate me like this..."

呲~

The strange and dark sword light flashed in the air, grazing Shangguan Yi's neck, tearing open the muscles and blood vessels, leaving a ferocious sword mark half a finger deep.

However, Zhu Haomiao frowned slightly.

His sword was aimed directly at beheading, but it was distorted by some strange force and missed the neck, failing to achieve full effect.

On the other side, Guihua was also frightened. She had obviously interfered with the movement of the sword energy with all her strength, but the mysterious sword intention contained in it seemed to have self-awareness, automatically correcting the interference, and finally cut off half of Shangguan Yi's neck. .

But fortunately, this kind of injury is not fatal to a first-level master. Shangguan Yi just subconsciously tightened his muscles, the wound closed instantly, and the spurting of blood stopped.

"Duke Yu, calm down, I am willing to surrender."

Guihua sighed softly, stepped forward step by step, and slowly knelt down in front of the little Loli who was sitting on the chair.

"My lord, Guihua, please see your majesty."

With a slightly pursed mouth, it felt like this guy was playing a trick, but Zhu Haomiao didn't mind giving her a step down, calmed down his momentum, and slowly fell to the ground like a light feather.

On the other side, Zhao Nuo didn't look like an immature child at all. He looked at Guihua calmly and raised his hand slightly to support her.

"Flat body."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Standing up slowly, Guihua looked at the vaguely majestic little Lolita and couldn't help but sigh.

With such a destiny as the emperor, and with the help of Duke Yu, this [Dazhen] seems to be destined to die...

The next second, Zhu Haomiao picked up Zhao Nuo and gave Guihua unceremonious instructions.

"Jin Yiwei will be here soon, so your people can hand over the situation properly."

"yes."

"Besides, you come with me."

"Where are you going?"

"Go and choose the leader of the martial arts alliance."

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The lush mountain forest is shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, and deep in the majestic mountain gate, heroes from all walks of life gather together, frowning deeply.

"Did you hear that?"

"Then Duke Yu went to Tiandu Peak alone and cut a group of underworld leaders into human sticks at the Demon Cult Headquarters!"

"Is the news reliable?"

"The rumors are very confusing, but some people did see Jin Yiwei escorting many underworld masters to the [Demon Suppression Prison]."

If they had heard this news in the past, these people would have been too late to be happy.

But at this time, they only felt that dark clouds were covering the sky, and they felt like they were breathless and suffocating.

"Sixteen years old...is that guy really a human?"

Feeling the solemn and depressed atmosphere in the room, a woman with extremely beautiful appearance and carrying a sword couldn't help but stand up.

"Seniors, why do you enhance others' ambitions and destroy your own prestige?"

"The Duke of Yu is just relying on the power of the imperial court. Most of his so-called achievements are just self-promotion. I don't believe that a yellow-haired boy like him can really dominate the world!"

Listening to his beloved disciple's indignant words, the headmaster of Lingjian Peak showed a bitter smile.

It’s true that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers…

But normally speaking, the beloved disciple’s speculation is not unreasonable.

The Duke of Yu is several years younger than her. With his beloved disciple's talent that only appears once in a hundred years, he has only cultivated to the third level.

Among the younger generation, she is the top-level prodigy!

Even if the Duke of Yu has been cultivating since his mother's womb, he can't be better than her!

However, this is only under normal circumstances...

As an experienced old man, the headmaster knows that there are always some monsters in this world that cannot be deduced by common sense!

"Shuang'er, don't be rude."

Waving his hand, the headmaster suppressed his beloved disciple's dissatisfaction and looked at the heroes present.

"The Duke of Yu has caught all the evil demons in one fell swoop, which is a good thing..."

"But this person is tyrannical and overbearing. I'm afraid that our next target will be the famous and upright sects."

"Whether it is war or peace, we must discuss a rule as soon as possible."

Everyone looked at each other, exchanged unwilling eyes for a moment, and one of them stood up and clasped his fists.

"Although the specific situation is still unclear, since Duke Yu can crush a group of underworld masters by himself, I am afraid that we may not be his opponent when we add up..."

"So, even if we want to make peace, we have to ask the Spirit Sword Ancestor to come forward and negotiate with him in person as the leader of the martial arts world."

"Otherwise, we will be like fish on the chopping board, and we can only let him slaughter us."

Hearing this, the headmaster frowned slightly and said in embarrassment.

"The ancestor has not been concerned about worldly affairs for many years. I have asked for instructions before, but there was no response."