Master Deng was shocked by his words.

"Are we wrong...... Did we harm the Dragon Kingdom......" Mrs. Deng burst into tears.

Unfortunately, everything is irretrievable.

Whether it was the people of Sanhou or the ministers of the Dragon Kingdom, except for some military attaches and a small number of civil servants whom Lu Cuo knew, no one could escape his targeting.

Even if they escaped over the wall and outside the palace, Lu Cuo would still be able to lock them down.

Lu Cuo's almost corpse-like body had not yet been repaired, his eyes could no longer see, his ears could no longer hear, and he was using the extrasensory sense brought by his powerful soul to lock onto his target.

What's more, black gas is not an ordinary arrow, it can even penetrate walls and buildings, directly destroying the vitality of human beings!

No one can escape the devil's pursuit.

All armies are easy!

Lu Co jumped onto the roof of the palace.

His decaying body was still agile and his eyes were still sharp.

"Lu Daya, is he still alive?"

"Did he come back to save us?"

Ordinary people looked into the chaos.

However, Lu Cuo only raised the orange bow again, facing the sky.

The black gas that rained down shot into the bodies of those who fled in all directions, and one body after another fell.

And all the people finally realized that what the wind god said just now was true.

This is not the usual Dragon Nation Arrow God, but a resurrected Demon of Killing.

He accepted the power bestowed by the Great Demon God and came back for revenge!

Huang Si didn't care about him.

Let him be happy, Lu Cuo's mental state has not fallen into madness, and the people he killed are all people who are directly or indirectly related to his own death and the fall of the Dragon Kingdom.

This is the so-called damned person.

If Lu Cuo really killed indiscriminately, then Huang Si didn't bother to ask him, and directly killed the matter with a single thought.

A rational employee is a good employee, and no rational employee, no matter how strong he is, he is just a green that will bring boom to the boss at any time.

Huang Si didn't say anything, stopped in the air and silently calculated the consumption of the original energy cycle in the bowling ball.

In fact, when Lu Wrong was acting, the energy consumed by the primordial energy circulation was extremely weak, even if he used a large amount of death energy, it only reduced the total amount of death energy he had, and as for the energy circulation in the heart, the expenditure only increased slightly.

If you don't fight, you can be active for about a thousand years, and if you fight, it's about a few hundred years?

This is also too troublesome, doesn't it mean that if Huang Si is on the dark space, he has to replenish the energy of all his dependents every 3 years on average?

I have to think of a way, Huang Si thought to himself, once every 3 years seems to be a long time, but when there are more people, it seems short, this is definitely not because he is lazy.

In the dark space, Huang Si stood up.

"Moxia, I'm going to the green world. You can make me another bowl of poplar nectar, remember to put only a quarter of the sugar, add more frosted blue grass, and I will come back and eat it. ”

"Yes Father." Moxia nodded and went to the kitchen.

Huang Si immediately flew out of the room directly wrapped in a cloud of air, and now his soul strength is not what it used to be, and it is much faster than before in all aspects, including the flight speed in the dark space, and the distance of more than 1 kilometer can be said to be basically instantaneous.

Half a minute later, Huang Si had already turned over the ring and came to the green world in his real body.

The main reason for using the real body is because there is no network connection in the special space, and if you want to use the world core for global teleportation, you can only use Huang Sizhen's body to bring people.

He didn't ink, he directly sensed the location of the world core, consciously deprived it of control, and then used the ability of the world core to move himself to Lihe City.

The core of the world was in class, and suddenly he lost consciousness.

"Thank you, Great Demon God."

The voice of the devil echoed over the city.

When Lu Cuo's arrow finally killed the last person in the city, he stopped and looked up at the sky.

"My wish...... Realized. ”

Lu Cuo stood on the roof, and he could clearly feel that he had belonged to a great being in the underworld, and it should be the Great Demon God.

He betrayed himself with his own hands and made himself a demon and sank forever.

However, Lu Cuo does not regret it.

If he doesn't have a master after taking revenge, he won't know what to do, and he won't be able to find a future goal.

However, now, as long as you follow the arrangement of the Great Demon God.

If the Great Demon God lets him continue to live, then, even if it is a hundred years or a thousand years, he will continue to work hard for the Great Demon God like a tool, contribute what he can contribute, repay the original exchange, and do whatever he wants.

This is the price that should be paid, Lu Cuo thinks, this is good.

As a human being, he did not receive justice, but as a demon, he received the fairest exchange.

The world is unjust, and the devil gives justice.

Demonic justice.

Better than God's mercy!

There he stood still, straight, straight, after a long time.

"I accept your loyalty, now, come with me."

Huang Si's true body appeared directly in the air, he grabbed Wei Ji's hand and floated down, and then wrapped the three of them with spiritual power, invoked the ability of the world core, and left here in an instant.

……

Inside the Gravel River City.

It took a long time for the residents who had fallen to the ground for various reasons to dare to get up from the ground.

Then, with his head poked his head out, he walked towards the palace.

Today, everything that appears in front of everyone in Lihe City will become an indelible memory.

The god of wind is born.

Lu mistakenly became a demon.

Many others died, from the sudden appearance of black arrows.

The arrow was untraceable until it was fired, as if it had suddenly appeared on a person.

Whoever is struck by the arrow dies immediately.

This extraordinary horror sends chills to everyone.

Now, however, the movement seems to have faded away.

They peeked into the palace, and it was empty.

No royal family, no ministers.

There is no god and no demon.

Instead, there were many richly dressed corpses along the walls and in the streets.

They were originally the core of power in this country, high above them, and held the fate of many ordinary people in their hands.

Every move, word and deed can make the difference between life and death of others.

They are high above the temple and regard others as ants.

However, all the privileges of the past have disappeared without a trace.

When they died, their bodies fell in the dust, or their heads, or their bodies, and they were directly rotten out of a large hole under the attack of black arrows, and they looked more miserable and pitiful than any slave.

At the end of this battle, the Dragon Royal Family, the important ministers and the three candidate coalition forces were almost completely wiped out in a very short time.

A light rain began to fall in the sky, as if to wash away the ubiquitous smell of blood in the city.

Under the corner of the Lu Mansion, Wang Dajia slowly pushed open the wooden door, and then walked out lightly.

He stopped at the door and looked in the direction of the palace.

The incarnated wind god has left, and the demon seems to have left.

Everything just now was terrible, Wang Dajia thought to himself.

However, there was a strange joy and happiness in his heart.

This feeling reached its peak when he came out into the street and saw those gorgeously dressed corpses.

He had an indescribable joy, as if it was the joy of sin, and he was glad that Lu Cuo had become a terrible demon, and he was even more happy to see the demon kill those dignitaries.

"That's good." Wang Dajia muttered, stepping over the precious fabrics, and trampling them into the muddy water with his crude straw sandals, "How good. ”