That figure was someone Mei Xue had never seen before.

His silhouette is so perfect that it is almost impossible to describe it in the language of the world, and even makes people feel that they should not exist in this world.

Deep golden pupils, nine naturally parted strands of crystalline silver-white hair naturally intertwined into braids that hung down to the soles of the feet, and each strand seemed to contain the brilliance of billions of worlds.

This is definitely not a creature of the seas and mountains, the first time she saw him, Mei Xue instinctively noticed this.

A black and white ball of light, suspended behind him, breathed as if it were alive, shrinking.

In the black ball of light, a red-black magic sword loomed, and just looking at that magic sword made people feel a sense of suffocation.

"That sword is ......" Mei Xue once again felt a strange sense of disobedience, that sword and this figure had the same aura as the seas and mountains.

Yes, it is the nameless magic sword that once appeared in the Santu River of Taishan Mansion Jun, and then reappeared in the battle of the four elephants, shattering the rules of the seas, mountains, heaven and earth, and even the name is an absolute taboo, and it is the fiercest demon sword that cannot be spoken.

In the white ball of light, there was also a sword hidden, a divine sword that Mei Xue had never seen, wrapped in countless transparent wings, and had not yet shown its full posture.

Completely opposite to the red-black magic sword, this divine sword is full of life, with the breath of the sprout of all things, as if gathering all hopes.

The red and black magic sword symbolizes the infinite abyss and absolute destruction.

The white sword symbolizes the hope of all things at the beginning of the bud.

The two completely different swords were suspended in a ball of light representing their respective attributes at the same time, and the great contrast gave people an extremely strange sense of incongruity.

Perhaps, only such a person is worthy of such two swords, obviously two divine weapons with completely opposite attributes, but it seems extremely natural by his side.

The fairy clothes he wore also had the same style.

The left side is pitch black and the right side is pure white, and the two colors are intertwined to form a black and white color that embraces everything.

Tearing through the void, he seemed to be a little unaccustomed to the air here in black and white armor, and frowned slightly.

"Don't you get used to it, the air here is a bit worse for you, but you'll get used to it soon." Daxia Longji jumped down from the young man's hand and looked at the somewhat ignorant young man with gentle eyes that Mei Xue had never seen before.

"Ah...... Cough...... It's so uncomfortable......" The young man who was doted on by Daxia Longji coughed softly, and it seemed that it was very difficult to breathe.

"Well, bear with me a little, as long as the starbridge is built, it won't be so hard." Daxia Ryuhime slapped the boy's chest, comforting the boy who was gasping for breath.

"Really...... Is it? The boy seemed to be trying hard to suppress something, and Mei Xue could feel a very unstable aura from his body.

It was the smell of being rejected and hostile by the whole world, just like the Heavenly Demons who were continuously punished by Heaven during the First War with Qingqiu Mountain.

No, the oppression that this young man suffered was even more terrible than the Heavenly Demon, and it was an attack that tried to completely erase this outsider from this world in a fundamental sense.

I'm afraid that everything in this water and soil is poisonous to him, so it's so difficult to even breathe, this is the highest level of treatment that even the Heavenly Demon doesn't have.

"Yes, as long as the starbridge is built, there will be no power in this world that can stop us."

"When the time comes, you will be liberated from this world, great king."

"Why...... Can't remember my name? ”

The boy looked at the blood in his hand, it was a shocking gold, the color of blood that did not belong to any living creature in the seas and mountains.

"I ...... What is it, where does it come from, and where is it going? ”

"You...... Why are you so nice to me? ”

Daxia Longji looked at the ignorant and restless young man with very, very nostalgic eyes, and then gently stroked his hair:

"You are the one who surpasses everything, you are the strongest king of the heavens and all the worlds."

"Now you are only temporarily forgetting the past, and when you find what you lost, you will tear everything in this world apart."

"You are the end of everything, you are the king of the abyss."

"Your name is ...... Astarot, the strongest of the most powerful to bear the name of the High Demon King. ”

"My name is ......" The young man looked at the golden blood in his hand, his eyes became firm little by little, and he changed towards a figure in Mei Xue's memory.

An extremely terrifying aura, even beyond the Star-Devouring Wings that Mei Xue had ever touched, emanated from his body.

The red and black magic sword hidden in the black ball, the magic eye of the hilt suddenly opened, flew out of the black ball, and landed in the young man's hand.

It's him, it's the man!

Mei Xue remembered what this familiar aura was all about.

Before the Battle of the Four Elephants began, the deepest darkness that appeared from the horizon,

The first death warning issued by Taichu was something more dangerous than the ghost crab and the heavenly demons.

From the darkness of the endless abyss, the power of the source of all nightmares and fears.

It turns out that the essence of that figure is this teenager?

The moment he held the red-black magic sword, a blurred figure appeared behind him, which was the outline that Mei Xue had seen in his glimpse.

A black wing spread, and in the flow of golden eyes, countless golden runes swirled at the young man's feet.

It is a power system that does not belong to the seas and mountains, it is a posture that comes from the other side of the starry sky, and it belongs to the posture of a demon king in another world.

"I'm ...... Astarot. Reading his real name, the young man held the red and black magic sword in his hand, his face became more and more pale, and at the same time, the sense of inhumanity became clearer and clearer.

So far, among the peerless powerhouses that Mei Xue has come into contact with, only Mercury Wings, Star Devourer, and Seven Seas Immortals have brought him a similar taste.

It is the breath that transcends the world, is not bound by the world, and is above all things.

With a name that shouldn't have been spoken, the seal of the red-black magic sword was broken.

The translucent blade stretched out, and Mei Xue clearly heard the sound of the world laws of the seas and mountains being torn apart.

The area where the boy is located is turning into an abyss, an indescribable horror that is even more terrifying than the Nine Shadows.

Behind the black wings, there is a starry sky, a brilliant galaxy.

It is a landscape that does not belong to the seas and mountains, infinitely vast, infinitely distant starry sky, and a starry world.

The corners of the black wings were raised, and the stars in the sky stretched to the end of the horizon, and endless stardust was falling.

However, the sword did not fall, because a small snow-white hand took the hand that the young man was about to swing the sword.

"Very well, let's stop here, don't add any more burden to your body."

"Today's practice, that's enough."

Mei Xue breathed a sigh of relief, and he deduced that if the boy swung this sword, it would be a sword that could be broken even by the Great Dao, a sword that was more terrifying and destructive than the sword in the Battle of the Four Elephants.

Space, heaven and earth, the rules of the world, everything will be cut off by this sword, and the stars in the sky will also fall in front of this red and black magic sword.

Everything is destroyed, rising from the abyss and ending with the abyss.

The black sword marks will tear everything apart, leaving an incurable scar on the entire world, just like during the Battle of the Four Elephants.

The young man's sword has surpassed the limits of the rules of the world of seas and mountains.