The Demon Lord has too many aliases

Yan Weilou relied on a little inspiration in his mind when he was practicing just now, and his body and mind merged to temporarily modify the rules of the avenue on the top of the sacred mountain, gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into rain, making this earthy paradise suddenly glow with life.

If the saints in the world today were to see it, they would definitely change their expressions in horror.

Because this is no longer something that can be accomplished in the Taoist realm, it has almost touched the realm of heaven and humans.

Even if Yan Weilou himself asked him to do it again, he would not be able to do it again without the sudden enlightenment and the mysterious opportunity just now.

Unless he can break through to heaven as soon as possible.

In view of this, Yan Weilou admired Su Xinghan even more.

You must know that heavenly beings can only temporarily cause strange phenomena in the heaven and earth. For someone like Xingxinghan, on the top of the sacred mountain, which is clearly a land of ice and snow, he can actually create a paradise in the earth and exist for a long time. This is simply unbelievable. It's an incredible miracle! Just like ice and snow actually being ignited, flames actually turning into rain, fish swimming in the water actually growing wings and flying into the sky... This is completely against the laws of nature and the laws of heaven and earth.

I really don’t know how he did it! But the answer to such questions may not be known until Su Xinghan wakes up.

Yan Weilou has become more diligent in his cultivation and his mentality has become calmer. He is not anxious about this and instead pays attention to external matters.

Time has passed in a flash for more than half a month.

"Xu Yuan" had already bid farewell to Dongli's friends, and quietly escorted the young version of the Holy Lord of Xuantian Peak on the road, all the way to the north of Dayong, in the seven hundred miles of Qinchuan.

The gate of Xuantian Peak, one of the three righteous holy places in the world, is located on Qinchuan, hanging high in the sky.

Below, two figures, one large and one small, looked up at the mountain gate deep into the sea of ​​clouds.

There was a smile as bright as the morning sun on the young man's lips, but there was only a calmness as deep as the sea in his dark eyes.

This time, with a different appearance and a different identity, he came to the beginning of the tragedy. I wonder if the enemy of life and death is still waiting there? Chapter 106 Entering the game (4) Yan Weilou knew clearly that he was dreaming again.

His consciousness was wandering awake in the dream, but it was uncontrollably attached to one of them.

It was a magnificent palace with only two people in it.

Yan Weilou was familiar with the appearance of these two people.

One was wearing a black robe, inlaid with gold threads, and a mask of gods and ghosts on his face. At this time, his heart was pierced by an extremely evil dagger, and a steady stream of black smoke came out of it. Even though he was exhausted on the ground, his body was covered with blood. There is still a temperament that looks down on the world.

He just looked up at the person standing in front of him in disbelief, his eyes filled with confusion, sadness, and pain.

"Abai, you...why?" The demons and demons have all been defeated, and the human race has ushered in great peace. It should have been a time for everyone to share the joy of victory. Why did my friend who has always been regarded as a brother and sister and fought side by side with him for many years choose to Betrayal, strike back when he was least prepared? "Why? Oh, Yuan, what I hate most is your pretending to be innocent!" The person standing in front of him was also wearing a black robe, but his temperament was cold and cold, and his handsome face was so cold. The moment he was stunned, his eyes were suppressed with raging jealousy and overwhelming pleasure.

He sneered and lowered his head.

"All of this should be mine! The glory of saving the world, the revered status of the world, the immortal name that will last forever, and even the merit and destiny of saving the common people - they should all be mine! It's you, the despicable devil from outside the world. "I am the protagonist of this world!" He is regarded as a great benefactor and a great saint!" Seeing his crazy and crazy state, "Yuan" looked confused and seemed to vaguely understand something in his heart.

But the truth is like a decal hidden in the window screen or a mirage reflected in the clouds and mist. It is blurry and cannot be seen clearly.

The people in front of him became so strange to him.

He still remembered that the first time they met, it was when he cleared a demon lair and rescued tens of thousands of mine slaves from the dark and deep spiritual vein mine.

And this child was the only one who took the initiative to approach "Yuan" and asked him to teach him how to practice.

Even if the opponent possesses half of the demon's blood, both the human race and the demon race will regard him as an alien.

But "Yuan" couldn't ignore the child's sincere and determined eyes.

Later, the child encountered many adventures, grew up rapidly, and became his most staunch follower.

He regarded him as his most important comrade-in-arms, brother, and companion, and even used to call him a brother.

In the end, it was this brother who attacked him when the victory was over.

But no matter how I think about it, the other person's friendship for me in the past was true, and he once risked his life to save me! "Yuan" frowned and looked down at the blood dripping from his heart: "I don't understand..." "Ha! If you don't understand, then you don't understand!" A self-deprecating sneer escaped from the young man's lips.

"I thought it was you who changed my destiny, and for that I was willing to repay you with my life.

In the end, I found that I should have been better off without you! This world is all mine! ! ! ” He laughed and spread his arms.

"——So, please go to hell, brother.

" As he said that, the young man leaned over and held down the dagger, pressing it deeply into "Yuan"'s heart.

He murmured softly, with a deep look of hope in his eyes.

“…Give me everything back.

" Countless wisps of black smoke spread from "Yuan", and his soul seemed to be cut by thousands of threads, and his mind was almost in a trance in the severe pain.

He no longer cared to hide in front of others. The two golden time dials in his pupils began to rotate, and a large amount of light blocking power burned. He felt that everything around him was flowing backwards, and even the broken soul began to heal.

Huh... It seemed that a layer of fog was floating between the sky and the earth. The originally clear dream was blown hazy and blurred by the fog, turning into flying fragments.

When everything was restored, the scene in the hall had already changed dramatically. Earth-shaking changes.

The "Yuan" who was originally seriously injured and dying seemed to have recovered his vitality. He did not bother to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, and stepped on the young man he called "Abai".

The kick was very powerful. The young man gritted his teeth and groaned, bleeding from his mouth and nose. Countless cracks spread from under him to the surroundings of the hall, and pieces of marble floors shattered.

"You saved my life..." There was no joy of turning defeat into victory in the voice of "Yuan", but it was unspeakably heavy, "I won't kill you this time.

"An extremely terrifying aura rose from him, and the whole palace was shaking. Chains of golden light entangled around him.

"But don't ever think about leaving again. Just reflect on yourself here..." The dazzling golden light flooded everything around him. He could vaguely see the trembling cracks in the void, the rippling space ripples, and the sinking palace, all of which disappeared with his gradually disappearing words.

Yan Weilou seemed to have suddenly floated up from the sea, and he suddenly woke up when he breathed in the salty and humid air in his chest.

The cold wind was whistling, and the peach garden in the soil was always prosperous. The boy lay under the tree, but a peach petal was blown up by the wind and quietly fell on his eyelids.

The boy's eyelashes trembled slightly and he opened his eyes.

His dark pupils gradually turned from confusion to wakefulness, reflecting a trembling crimson petal, which passed over his long eyelashes and rolled down to the ground from his side face.

"Another dream..." I don’t know if it’s because he came to the old place, or because of the influence of Su Xinghan’s sleep on the spiritual veins of this world, but during this period of time, Yan Weilou often dreams in Peach Blossom Land.