In that beautiful underground lake, in the purple leaf bushes where weevil-nosed snow shells and insects fly in the sky, there is a magical man with a fairy wind, standing quietly, looking at the clear and clean Lengxiu Lake. The eyes like autumn water reflect the sadness and helplessness of thousands of years of vicissitudes.

The place where the three worlds of man, god and demon meet, he has been guarding it for 3,000 years. I am used to seeing all the joys and sorrows in the world, and the clouds and sunny days are short. What puzzled him was the wars, robberies, and grudges that were fought for anything other than survival.

A glowing weevil-trunked snow worm perched on his shoulder, buzzing and vibrating its wings as if to comfort him, and there was nothing to be done.

At that time, he was just too lonely. I always feel that this lifeless world needs the embellishment of beautiful creatures. So he waved ink on the paper. The agile swimming fish under Lengxiu Lake, the beautiful microorganisms on the rock wall, the heart-shaped purple-leaved plants by the lakeside, and the weevil-trunked snow shell insects flying in the sky are all alive from the painting.

Only this weevil-trunked snow shell insect became conscious of his immortal energy. He has been with him in this underground world for hundreds of years. In this world, the only one who understands him and talks to him is the weevil-nosed snow worm.

Until the appearance of the Shura woman, until the glue-like entanglement, thousands of years of loneliness and peace were disrupted. But since ancient times, gods and demons have not been opposed, and when the king god of the Ice Realm found out about this relationship, he was executed. Perhaps, this unruly love was just the fuse, and when his will was grieved by the killing of the Three Realms, he lost his qualification to be a glacier god. The god of ice never needs feelings.

Ling Chi, who had a thousand knives, was executed on the shore of the lake.

The fish swimming in the lake, the colored light on the rocks, the purple leaves and flowers, the dancing snow insects, those lives he created with his own hands, all stared blankly and coldly. They are just living creatures with no aura. Only the weevil-trunked snow shell that accompanies him all year round never abandons him. As his soul vanished, it was still flying around him, and the buzzing voice seemed to beg for his life.

Realizing that the annoying insect was not a common creature, the King God of the Ice Realm was about to kill it, and the man who noticed it before he died infiltrated the most powerful divine power into the body of the elephant trunk snow shell insect and released it into the Demon Realm.

"Don't be sad about my death, I have seen through life and death. I believe that one day, the beings of the Three Realms will be able to live together freely, equally, and peacefully in the vast world without boundaries. You're going to the Demon Realm...... It was a place beyond the reach of the Ice God Realm and the Underworld. I heard the Shura woman say that there is a worm demon clan there, and you can find a partner to rely on, so that even without me, you will never be lonely again......"

That's what the man said to the worm at the end of his life.

The sad bug finally came to the demon world and found the zerg. With the divine power imparted by the man, it continued to evolve and soon grew into a powerful youkai. After possessing the power of the man, it began to establish its own royal kingdom in the demon realm and realize the ambition of the man during his lifetime. When the true love is betrayed by false intentions, when the catastrophe of three days and three nights turns all the hard work into ashes, when the paradise turns into scorched earth and only the skeletons of thousands of mountains remain, the hearts of the worms gradually decay into evil devils.

From now on, it lives only for revenge!

That elephant-trunked snow insect is the current ghost king.

And the evil will be the master of the ghost king.

……

The ghost king's red eyes suddenly shed tears of sorrow. The warm and peaceful power that Phantom Night lost to him evoked ancient memories that were sealed in the darkness of his heart.

However, the Ghost King of Sorrow never let go of his grip on the heart of the Phantom Night.

Naturally, Phantom Night read the ghost king's memories again, even though he was about to suffocate. And this time, clearer, stronger, sadder than ever.

"I didn't expect that it was the evil who created you......" Phantom Night Qi said like a gossamer, and there was a layer of sadness in his golden eyes.

"Then you understand now, why do I hate you so much?"

The Ghost King put away his tears and said coldly: "If it weren't for the Shura Maiden's bewitchment, he wouldn't have been executed by the Ice Realm King God." That pure soul will not fall into reincarnation and be defiled by despicable people! You are the evil seed born to the despicable banshee Hongling and the second life of the general evil! The most disgusting thing is that you have the exact same face as the general evil! ”

"You've finally spoken your mind...... I understand...... It turns out that the lives of the seven million residents of the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows are not as good as a single general...... Hate me so much...... It would have been nice to come to me from the beginning......"

In the dying phantom night, a soft smile like moonlight appeared on his pale face. The golden eyes still reflected the face of the hideous and gloomy Ghost King, but in the heart of the Phantom Night, the Ghost King was no longer a wicked, fierce and unscrupulous devil, but a poor stupid child who had not yet realized that he had done something wrong.

The hand on the Ghost King's wrist grabbed it with all his might, and this time he spared no effort to infiltrate all the remaining demonic power into the Ghost King's body!

The strength of this moment was like a flood that broke the embankment, and the cold heart wall of the ghost king was washed away...... As a result, that soft and peaceful force constantly washes away the darkness of pain.

This warm and painful feeling made the ghost king very uncomfortable, and he wanted to stop this feeling, so when he panicked, he strangled his hand with all his might! The heart of the phantom night was choked by the ghost king like this!

A thick stream of blood seeped out from the corner of Phantom Night's mouth, slowly dripping from her white neck. On his calm face, there was no expression of pain at all, and he looked at the ghost king with pity and relief.

The voice was staccato and faint enough to be barely audible, "I can't feel the hatred and hatred in your heart...... That's great...... I also believe that one day, all living beings in the Three Realms will be able to live together in freedom, equality, and peace in the vast world without boundaries......"

After saying that, the hand on the ghost king's body slowly hung down, shook weakly a few times in mid-air, and then stopped moving.

The ghost king originally wanted to rip out the heart of the phantom night intact to make a medicine, but this hateful little bastard always said something inexplicable, and invaded his mind with demonic power, and in a hurry, he actually missed and strangled the fragile heart with his best efforts!

Blood was spilling from the ghost king's fingers from the shattered heart. It felt cool, slippery...... The ghost king has always had a habit of cleanliness, taking people's lives without blood, and he was afraid in his heart, so he hurriedly pulled his right palm back from the mouth of the phantom night's heart.

The body that had lost its support was like a broken doll, and it fell heavily on the snow, splashing a circle of crystal snow.

When the snowflakes slowly settled like wind and dust, the placket of his heart gradually painted a bright red flower. When the petals are in full bloom, they are so brilliant and vivid that they become the most dazzling decoration of the snow-white stage.

It doesn't matter if you win or lose the game!

The ghost king's resentment has been resolved by himself, and even if the ghost king becomes the demon king, he will follow the will of the evil dying, and benefit the demon world. No one threatens the Red Fox Clan and the Vampire Clan anymore, Mother is safe, and everyone is safe!

At this moment, all the burdens on his body were loosened, and he suddenly felt so tired......

He thought of Xiaobai again.

"The hosts! When you win this game, let's go back to live an ordinary life together, okay? ”

"Good ......"

"Xiaobai is waiting for the master here!"

"Okay, I'll be back."

Between the blurred heaven and earth, the vast snowflakes that swirled silently. He seemed to see that in the bright sunlight under the blue sky and white clouds, he was holding the white fox and walking comfortably in the sea of purple and red flowers. The warm and warm breeze blows, and there is an endless bland happiness. However, the vivid and beautiful picture faded away in the darkness.

I really want to go back and live that kind of dull and happy life!

However, this time, I can't go back!

Xiaobai, I'm sorry, please forgive me for failing you......

The gold in his eyes is like the wind blowing red wax in the dark night, the unfocused black is spreading, losing its smart luster, looking up at the dark sky emptyly, as if there are countless joys, sorrows and sorrows to tell, but it is powerless. The wind and snow blew in a panic between the eyes of the soft black hair, but the black eyes stopped moving......