Chapter 998: Demon Lord King's Landing 2

"No...... No...... I won't let you die......"

The grief is so unforgettable.

"Finally, the deity got you......"

Greed is also so unscrupulous.

"Why do all the people revolve around you? You will die......

Jealousy is also undisguised.

At this moment, the sudden madness of the Demon Venerable made the female cultivator who had become illusory stunned, and he didn't understand what was going on, his Mozun was sometimes sad, sometimes ecstatic, sometimes big, sometimes crying, sometimes messing around.

However, this situation did not last long, and the figure of the Demon Venerable suddenly trembled, and his eyes released a terrifying light.

Roar......

The huge momentum made the wind and clouds change color, and the fog around them flew out.

And the demon cultivator jumped up and stepped back, looking at the fog in front of him in horror.

Just now, I was careless, and I was completely tricked.

At this moment, the Demon Venerable was frightened into a cold sweat.

This kind of thing, let alone encountering, has never thought about it.

However, what is even more strange is that above the fog at this moment, there are some faint pictures, and under the close look of the Demon Venerable, he is terrified, those pictures are actually the pictures recalled in his mind just now, this situation is not surprising.

"What the hell is this ......"

He couldn't figure out what it was, and the fog was pressing on again.

The Demon Venerable gritted his teeth, snorted coldly, turned into a black light, and shot towards the sky;

"No matter what you are, it's not too late to deal with you when the deity comes down in the flesh!"

He has a plan that has already been implemented, this place, the physical body cannot enter, but he has studied it for tens of thousands of years, and naturally has a way to deal with it, this time, no one can stop him from getting out of trouble.

He walked very simply, and then, just as the killing intent in his heart skyrocketed, he didn't realize that the fog followed him at an extraordinary speed, silently.

The huge immortal monument towered in the center of this space, floating steadily, motionless, this streamer of light shot at a figure under the immortal monument that was shrouded in the immortal monument and the dim light.

Wow......

The dim light curtain of the Immortal Monument tried its best to intercept the black light turned by the Demon Venerable, but it failed to stop it, only dimming his light a little.

Brush......

When the eyes opened, the heavens and the earth trembled, these eyes were too terrifying, and no one dared to look at them.

"The immortal monument can't trap the deity anymore, but this time in order to get a monk to enter the altar of the punishment clan, the deity consumes a lot, but this consumption, the deity doesn't care about it...... It's just, what's that weird thing?"

Just as he was groaning, his eyes froze, how did the wisp of weird mist that the god said just now appear here?

Even if it was a Demon Venerable, his eyelids jumped slightly.

The mist was approaching the light curtain enchantment of the Immortal Monument, and seeing this scene, the Demon Venerable smiled slightly;

"This barrier isn't that easy to get into......

Yes, he has been trapped by this light curtain enchantment for 10,000 years, he can't get out, he can't get in, and he finally escaped with a wisp of divine soul, or because the power of the immortal monument is constantly weakening, but even so, he still has to sacrifice a huge price to get out of a wisp of divine soul, and when he sees the fog approaching, he naturally doesn't think about what difference this mysterious mist can be.

But the next moment, his eyes widened, and he released a terrifying light;

"What kind of exercises do you have?"

He was very surprised, but he deduced that this was a projection of the divine soul sent by the Punishment Clan, and this situation should be due to the exercises, and his judgment was correct if he didn't know it.

Before he could come to his senses, the mist had exhausted the small space and poured into the cage.

The mist swished, enveloping the imprisoned Demon Venerable.

......

At this time, Yang Chen was immersed in the integration of his previous life and couldn't extricate himself.

At this moment, he was reborn after being chased and killed, as a dream after being drunk.

He is still the carefree Tianzun, at ease, wandering the rivers and lakes, drinking and having fun, stroking the piano and dancing the sword, so uncomfortable, so unhappy.

However, such a picture only appeared in a short moment and then fell apart, and other pictures came intermittently, every bit of it was so clear, and it was all within reach.

No matter what images he was recalling, there were always voices echoing in his ears that he was beginning to hear clearly;

"Hold ......... Road...... Desire............

Hold......... Can......... Whereas......... Road......... Surplus......... Already... It...... No...... As...... Not ...... Already...... Estimate...... Whereas...... Sharp...... It...... No... That... Can...... Long Desire ...... Road...... Feeling...... Desire...... Full...... Tang, Mo ...... It...... Able to keep ...... Want...... And arrogant, self-...... Leave it behind...... Fault. Merit...... Thereupon...... Body...... Withdraw...... Road...... Begin...... Yes. ”

The whispers that floated in his ears disturbed him, and he struggled in the darkness with his head in his hands, and his brain seemed to crack at any moment, making him wail in pain.

Ahh......h

He looked up to the sky and roared, wanting to destroy everything he saw, but when he punched, he suddenly found that he had no strength, and a huge panic spread in his heart, and a generation of Tianzun had no strength, so he was naturally sad and angry.

There is nothing sadder than falling from the altar.

The picture changes again, and he seems to have become a spectator, begging on the street in order to make a living, as a child who lost his father and mother when he was young, without food, without clothing, shivering in the cold wind, and with purple lips.

This is the coldness of the world, not the coldness of the heart.

His memories were opened again, and this scar, which he would never want to unravel, was bleeding at this time.

Fortunately, the next moment, with warmth, appeared in a woman's arms, he was waiting to be fed, and the picture became warm.

He wept with joy. Be born again and heal him.

And just as he was immersed in the warmth of life, the next moment, he suddenly found himself in boundless darkness, blind, and the world lost color in an instant.

He didn't remember what the color of the sky was, he didn't remember what the sea looked like, he didn't remember what his mother and father looked like, everything in this world seemed to have never been remembered, he had seen it, only faint voices echoed.

He was trapped in chaos.