As this vast memory poured into the sea of knowledge, the giant wheel of history fluctuated.

I seemed to have been thrown into the long river of time, going upstream, spanning endless years, and finally opening the perspective of God, calmly observing the tragic pictures belonging to heroes.

I saw the giant chasing the sun, I saw the birds that reclaimed the sea, I saw the Kun who stole the Heavenly Emperor's soil to control the floods, and drove to shoot down the Nine Days. I saw the co-workers who hit Buzhou Mountain, and I also saw the undefeated Xingtian after his head was cut off......

Pictures of heroes who belonged to the giants of the desolation flashed before my eyes, and they fought against the Emperor unrelentingly, and in the end, they all ended in tragedy.

The last picture scroll is the battle between Chiyou and the Yellow Emperor, Chiyou has a nine-foot demon body, wearing dragon scale armor and dies of exhaustion.

After the end of this war, the ancient desolate world gradually withdrew from the stage of history, and the war between the heroes of the desolation and the Emperor of Heaven also came to an end.

The resentment of the unyielding heroes after the defeat breeds monsters, and the hatred of the Emperor distorts their reason, and they fall, turning into monsters and slaughtering all living beings who believe in the Emperor, carrying the curse of the gods, and hiding in the darkness and underground.

This is where the devil comes from, starting with light and ending with darkness.

The so-called demon lord is the undefeated battle spirit of the hero Chi You of the flood wilderness, after Chi You turned into a demon, he once took 100,000 demon gods to kill Jiu Chongxiao.

And the legacy he left me was not to fall into the devil's path, but a promise or a determination to be in hell, to despise heaven, and never bow to the gods and the emperor.

"Take the oath, child." The voice of the demon lord became gentle, like a breeze blowing through the strings, there was no temptation, only trust.

"I spit on the gods, they are powerful and cold. I spurn immortality and see death as a reward for heroes......"

I took the oath at his behest and accepted the inheritance.

This does not conflict with my position as a human at all, the demons in the Whispering Forest and the monsters of the world are still my enemies, and I can continue to maintain my identity as a human being.

"What do I need to do?" I asked, after taking the legacy.

"To live, to live under the curse of the gods of the heavenly court, to survive is a battle in itself." The Demon Lord said.

I thought there would be harsh requirements and heavy missions, but I couldn't think of the only three words to live.

However, these three words are surprisingly heavy.

Because the curse of the gods is everywhere and can never be undone. After taking over Chiyou's inheritance, my future life will be a killing machine every step of the way, and even Zhang Daoling's way of doing things for heaven can no longer protect me.

Although the gods will not personally deal with me, their curse will cast a heavy shadow over my life, and even death will not be able to free me.

Because after my death, the soul will not return to the underworld and will not dissipate, but will return to the Whispering Forest, evolve into the Demon Will, and wait for the next inheritor of the Demon Lord, this is the hidden mission behind the three words of survival.

As for whether I can go to heaven to fight the gods in the future, it is no longer within the expectations of the demon lord. The desolate world has withdrawn from the stage of history, and even if I have the heart to slaughter gods, I can't do it on my own. And the Demon Lord returned with 100,000 demon gods, which also made him lose his belief in the decisive battle with the Emperor of Heaven.

All he can ask for now is to live, to live with his legacy.

The inheritance ended, the Demon Lord's divine thoughts disappeared, and my divine soul awakened from the boundless darkness.

The Divine Soul was originally a transparent phantom that could be perceived by the Divine Mind. However, because my divine soul has inherited the inheritance of the demon lord, it is no longer visible to living beings, and it is also isolated from all divine thoughts from the human world.

I watched as Rushuang took my tattered body in her arms, kissed me on the cheek, and wiped the blood from my body with her hands.

Her expression was filled with unspeakable pathos and despair, her tears could not be stopped, and she did not stop for a moment, and Yan Qi was the same.

My spirit began to fall back, struggling to return to my body.

But my body was cut off from life, and it became a closed dead thing, and my spirit could not enter. Rushuang and Yan Qi couldn't perceive the existence of my divine soul, they were in tears, and they couldn't see the predicament faced by my divine soul.

"Yan Qi, you go back first, and talk to Liu Laodao, Zhengyi must pay the price for this matter."

"Sister, let's take Zhiqiu with us."

"No, I want to stay here with him a little longer, just like he did when he hugged me when I failed to survive."

"Okay." Yan Qi nodded, wiped his tears and left.

I tried again and again to get back into my body, but I failed again and again.

My heart is getting more and more anxious, do I want to exist in the heavens and the earth in a pitch-black state of divine soul?

If that's the case, then what's the point of me being alive and dead?

No, I'm not reconciled.

I desperately slammed into my body, even if my soul was shattered by the collision.

Rushuang cried for a while, and then she untied my blood-stained robe, revealing my chest.

The sword that Song Yu stabbed me left a terrifying wound on the left chest, Rushuang touched this wound with her hand, her hand flashed with green light, but because of the loss of life, no matter how hard she tried, this wound could not heal.

I felt something in my heart, and my spirit slammed into the wound.

This time I didn't face any resistance, and my spirit returned to my body without any obstacles.

In the process of merging the soul and the body, the consciousness falls into a deep sleep.

I don't know how long it took for me to finally open my eyes. My person was still in her arms, and her hand was still gently pressed against the sword wound. The soul has entered the body, which is equivalent to forcibly taking away life, so the sword wound has begun to heal.

And Rushuang indulged in grief and didn't notice this change.

"Zhiqiu, do you know that if you die, Xie Ling will fall into the Demon Dao forever, and you will not be able to leave the Sword Shrine for the rest of your life. And I will also go on a killing spree, and kill the Dragon and Tiger Mountain, until I die in battle. ”

"Without a Taoist priest, the fox doesn't need to turn into a human, and why should the sword be a living being!"

The fox turned into a human being in order to stay with the Taoist priest for a lifetime. The soul of the broken army is also to repay the Taoist priest's joy for it.

If the Taoist priest no longer exists, then the fox's 800-year practice will also lose its meaning. And the Broken Army Peerless will forever become a magic sword, imprisoned in the sword mound, and let Ou Yezi return to the furnace to reforge for thousands of years, and the demonic will never subside.

"Frost, change your position, I guess your legs are going numb by me......," I opened my mouth softly.

Rushuang's body shook and looked down at me. I smiled at the corners of my mouth and stared into her eyes.

Suddenly, she hugged me so hard that I couldn't breathe, and all I could smell in my nose was the woman's scent on her chest.

We started kissing like crazy, and coming back from the dead made us cherish each other even more. The more precious something is, the easier it is to lose.

It took a long kiss before parting.

I was already a dead man, and my soul was forcibly snatched from heaven and earth, and my body was still in a state of extreme weakness. Therefore, despite the surging tide of love, it is powerless to love her well.

"I'll go back and ask my sister for some recipes to make up for you." Rushuang said with a chuckle. Teary-eyed and coquettish.

Of course, this sentence was a joke, and she said it when she spent candles in the cave room of Guangcailing.

"Let's walk back slowly, Yan Qi doesn't know that I'm resurrected." I said.

"Well, that Nizi is no less than the tears I shed for you."

Rushuang and I walked slowly hand in hand, chatting as we walked.

When it came to the inheritance of the Demon Lord, she began to be very worried, and when she heard that I didn't need to do anything deliberately, she breathed a sigh of relief, and she didn't expect that the origin of the demon would be related to the heroes of the Flood World.

Monsters kill living beings and become enemies of all beings, who would have thought that the origin of demons comes from those heroes who stand up to the sky in the desolate world.

Rushuang said that I can be regarded as making a real fortune this time, and my future achievements can completely surpass the Taoist priests in my previous life.

The Demon Lord not only gave me a legacy, but also incorporated a wisp of his fighting spirit into my battle spirit. It's just that my current combat power is too weak, and I can't use Chiyou's battle intent yet.

Originally, my battle spirit was forged by absorbing the qi of the true dragon, and although my fighting spirit was outstanding, it still couldn't compare to the wisp of battle intent of the demon lord Chi You.

Between the two, it is not on the same order of magnitude, just like how the light of rice grains can compete with the bright moon.

I vaguely felt that even if I stepped into the realm of divine power in the future, I might not be able to use this wisp of fighting intent.

Because there is no one in the world who can fight, his enemies are the gods of the heavenly realm.