The humanoid monster entrenched on the seat awoke from the nightmare, and he leaned on the highest seat in the cavern, the curtain of water hanging from the mouth of the cave reflecting a crystal light that illuminated his terrifying face.

He frowned a little unpleasantly, in his dream he was captured by a monkey with countless clones, and then slashed down from the top door and split in half.

He had seen many more tragic deaths than this, and after the subject became himself, he did not feel any fear or anger, he had long been accustomed to the life of killing others or being killed. But why a monkey?

It doesn't matter if it's a monk who comes to subdue demons and eliminate demons, or a sword fairy ranger with a long sword who is happy with mountains and rivers, but why is it a monkey?

This caused a cloud of anger to rise again in his already dead heart, and a cold light like a blade was released from his eyes, and he snorted unhappily in his nose, and a trembling sound came from the corner of the cave.

The little monsters covered in dirt and huddled together began to tremble under his gaze; The monkeys, whose hair had not yet faded, trembled in his eyes and made frightened sounds, and struggled to move backwards, until at last they were huddled together and shivering.

Their frightened appearance made the monster's face smile with pleasure, and the reflection of the smile made the monkeys imprisoned in the cave even more frightened.

The monkeys, who had already developed their minds, and most of them could already be called goblins, were scrawny, gray-looking, trembling with despair and pleading, and looked at the monster sitting on the highest place with hatred or flattery.

Since this monster seized this cave, it has locked all the original owners in the depths of the cave, allowing the mud monster mountain demon under its command to turn the originally pure water curtain cave into a filthy place like a pigsty. And the demon king's surname is also tyrannical and abnormal, and he is angry between talking and laughing, and then vents his anger on them.

In just a few days, less than half of the monkeys who were originally small in the race died under his hands, and the death was different, but the only thing they had in common was that they were extremely miserable.

It's like having a grudge against this group of monkey spirits who have no quarrel with the world, and he never hesitates to do it, and sometimes even his own original subordinates are torn alive and swallowed alive, and then while drinking the demon blood, he looks up to the sky and laughs, as if he is extremely happy about something. After laughing until he couldn't stand up, his face began to become extremely strange again, and he turned from joy to anger, and once again poured out his anger on this group of monkey spirits who had lost their king.

Whenever he was tired of torturing these monkey spirits, he leaned back on the chair that originally belonged to another monster and fell asleep.

Sometimes the monkeys wake up in the middle of the night to find that two of their fellow citizens are missing, and the demon on the stone chair will happily chew and swallow the corpse in his hand.

Like a sudden nightmare, since the king left, the fate of this group of monkeys has taken a sharp turn, as if they have fallen into the abyss.

And now, the demon king showed a dangerous smile before his rage, and pointed to the monkey in front: "You, come out." ”

The trembling monkey glanced back at his own kind, felt the same pathos and helplessness, gritted his teeth and came out of the group, trembling in the gaze of the demon king, as if standing naked [***] in the cold wind.

"Tell me, who is sitting on this chair?" The demon supported his chin with the palm of his hand, looked at the monkey with a curious expression, and spoke softly, but it was like a knife cutting that made the monkey's heart completely cold.

"Since, naturally my family is the king!" The monkey surnamed Suo, who was already determined to die, was no longer afraid, and said loudly: "If the king of my family is in ......"

"If your bullshit king is here, he will be like you." The demon disdainfully lifted the half of the corpse beside him that still had the original appearance, and licked the blood on it: "It's all turned into a piece of." ”

The violent and terrifying act completely crushed the monkey's mind, and it sat down on the ground, trembling, not knowing what to say.

"I'm the only one who deserves to sit in this chair, and your king is a fart." The demon bit the flesh in his hand, and said vaguely without care: "Your meat is better than other monsters, is it because the surrounding scenery is good and nourishing?" ”

Between words, he crushed the monkey head in his hand, sucked the brain pulp that flowed out of it, tasted the sweet taste in the white slurry, and finally licked the cyan tongue in the empty cranial cavity, as if attracted by the deliciousness in it.

The monkey's head, which had lost its edible value, was brutally broken off and thrown into the arms of the monkey at the front.

The unrecognizable head of the same kind made the monkey scream and throw it out.

Seeing its frightened look, the demon smiled happily, "Don't be afraid, you will be like that tomorrow." ”

"You're all going to be like that." The demon squinted his eyes and laughed, and after half a bang, he threw the corpse in his hand out of the hole, smashed open the curtain of water, and disappeared.

The demon lowered his voice, looked at them and said, "The children are very hungry when they look at you, and they all say that they are chewy, and you ...... listen."

There was a creepy chewing sound from outside the curtain of water at the entrance of the cave, as if dozens of beasts had dismembered the corpses of their former compatriots, then turned them into puree and swallowed them into their stomachs.

"Now tell me, are you happy?" The demon stood in front of the monkey, and the hideous shadow shrouded the monkey in it, and the fierceness and coldness contained in his eyes made the monkey tremble, unable to make a sound, and could only scream intermittently.

The scream was interrupted by a crisp crack in the bones, and he raised his foot to crush the broken leg of the monkey in front of him, and the demon bent down and brought his face closer to the monkey who was speechless in pain, and lowered his voice: "It's noisy." ”

"It's a terrible scream." He pinched the monkey's neck and lifted it up, looking at its withered face, and felt indescribable joy and pleasure in his heart, but vaguely still felt sad and painful. A flame rose out of nowhere, burning his mind, causing him to throw the monkey into a corner in a bit of anger.

Vague memories and fragments flashed through his mind, causing him to pat his head with some anger and let out a roar that made the whole cavern tremble.

Blood, fire, and frightened faces flashed in front of his eyes one after another, and those faces opened their mouths and shouted silently, as if they were saying something, or hideous, or fearful, or tearful, and finally those faces died, turned into a pile of dust, and there was nothing left in his heart.

It's empty, but it's full of resentment that can never be filled and the anger that burns itself in it.

The surging killing intent echoed in the cave, and the unquenchable hunger and anger in his heart made him want to tear all the monkey spirits in front of him to pieces.

"Damn it! Damn it! ……”

An inaudible inaudible roar echoed in his throat, and he was gradually overwhelmed by anger, and his palm squeezed a monkey's head against the wall, laughing and watching the monkey scream under the blow of his palm and the wall, and the head slowly deformed, until finally, it was about to burst open like a hard crust, and the juice in it would spill out, the sight was disgusting, but it was unusually beautiful, and only in this way could it make his heart a little more pleasant.

It's just that, at the last moment, an unusual coldness suddenly spreads.

Like a hunter living in the jungle who will never hear the chirping of insects, the sound of blades of grass, or the sound of the forest, the cave where the water is already dripping and smelling is suddenly enveloped in silence.

It was a alarming anomaly, and the demon released his palm from the monkey's body, turned around and pulled out the large knife stuck in the ground, dragging the heavy weapon towards the water curtain at the entrance of the cave. The blade of steel rubbed against the rock, creating a striking trajectory of sparks, and the demon stood silently in front of the hazy curtain of water, feeling the quiet breath outside.

The noise of the previous hustle and bustle has disappeared, and the mud monsters and mountain demons that he sent to guard under his command are now so quiet as if they do not exist, and the monsters that were originally guarding outside the cave have lost their voices. The atmosphere was as quiet as death.

"Dead?" He suddenly said something that his men around him didn't understand.

"King, what's wrong?" The rat monster guarding the entrance of the cave looked at the demon in front of him in confusion.

"Someone's coming." The demon grinned and picked up the broadsword, repeating: "Someone is coming?" ”

"People?" The rat monster can be said to be so stupid that it is almost impossible to understand the demon's words: "How does the king know? ”

"Haha, I feel it." He burst out laughing, grabbing the hilt of a knife in his hand, which was almost the thickness of a human arm, and his voice echoed through the cave: "I dreamed. ”

At this moment, the demon full of violence and savage suddenly showed a strange smile: "It's 'human'." ”

A strange smile appeared on the hideous and ugly face, as if he was laughing and crying, and it only appeared for a moment before disappearing.

"Can you eat it?" The rat monster scratched its chin.

The demon glanced at him faintly, shaved off its head with a knife, and kicked it out.

The corpse that had lost its head gushed out of foul blood like a fountain and fell to the ground, staining the curtain of water that hung from the hole red.

The originally moody demon paused in front of the water curtain, as if hesitating about something, but in the end it let out a mocking laugh that seemed to be indifferent and stepped out of the water curtain's block.

The scorching midday sun was slowly washing down from the sky, making people feel like they had been thrown into boiling water, screaming hot and wanting to release their lives, but they couldn't scream under the heat.

I don't know when it started, the cicadas in the mountains have disappeared, and what appeared in front of the demon was a scene that was extremely miserable.

Between the parched earth that had turned yellow under the scorching heat, and the thick green of the dense forest, there was another color that did not belong here at all.

Red.

Thirty-one monsters seemed to be thrown into the meat grinder at the same time, and they were instantly shattered. Splatters of flesh and viscous blood smeared on the earth, and the dried blood seeped into the loess, and the shattered internal organs and flesh gradually dried up under the scorching roast, turning into a disgusting color.

That insolent and ferocious color was absorbed by the invisible brush, and a huge circle was drawn on the earth, ring after ring, layer upon layer, covering the sight.

And in the middle of that hellish scene, in that land without any blood, the young man with his back to him was already dyed red with blood, and his body was wrapped with countless resentments of unjust ghosts before he died, and layer after layer of scarlet dyed his clothes into a strange layered color.

It was as if a layer of blood had been sprinkled on it, and then a new layer of blood had been covered after it had dried up, and layers of dark and light red covered the entire cyan robe, turning the simple robe into a scarlet coat.

And not just someone else's blood, most of it is his own. It can be said that the young man who is covered in bruises seems to fall down in the next moment, but it gives people an unshakable calm aura like a rocky mountain.

On his wrist, the countdown in the watch stopped silently - 00:32:11 remaining.

After a seventy-two hour countdown, Bai Shuo crossed the long distance between Dongsheng Divine Continent and Nanzhan Bu Continent, and opened a killing that spanned thousands of miles in the mountains of Dongsheng Divine Continent, which took seventy-one hours and twenty-seven minutes, and Bai Shuo's feet finally stepped on this piece of land.

And after a series of battles, the battle that really decided his life had just begun.

Like a giant beast that has just been fed, the young man's chest let out a long breath, like a cold wind swept out of a deep cave.

Sensing the aura behind him, Bai Shuo slowly turned around, and a drop of blood from his fingertips dripped down, painting a brilliant red on the loess.

The scarlet that seeped between pale yellow and dark green seemed to come to life. In the demon's perception, the invisible circle spread out again, rolling a piece of scarlet, and the living scarlet exuded an aura of slaughter and silence, as if all life could be swept up in it, and it would never end.

Between the spread of the invisible circle, it seemed to represent the six reincarnations of reincarnation, and the unimaginable behemoth awakened.

As Bai Shuo turned around, the humans and demons looked at each other and observed. Unlike the demon's great enemy, Bai Shuo's face was neither nervous nor relaxed, only a piece of indifference that should be so.

He didn't stay on the demon's body for long, Bai Shuo raised his eyes and saw several big characters engraved on the stone wall behind him: "Water, curtain, hole...... It seems that this is Huaguo Mountain. ”

Bai Shuo raised the soles of his feet and stepped out of the circle smeared with blood, rolling with a bloody aura, slowly approaching the demon.

He looked at the demon in front of him with indifferent eyes, "You look very strange, what kind of monster is it?" ”

(To be continued)