The wind was bleak, like a knife and an arrow, and the sky was like dead ashes, leaving only a faint glimmer of light. Ahead was a rocky wilderness, and the eerie aura grew stronger in the air. Lu Xiaotian's army, with the domineering spirit of just one person, can shake a hundred miles, making anyone nearby feel the aura of vigilance. But Rao is like this, how can Lu Xiaotian, who is full of confidence, care?

The "Plains of Despair" of the Demon Realm, which belongs to the hinterland under the jurisdiction of the Demon Clan, and strives to directly attack the Demon Capital, Lu Xiaotian, marched extremely fast, and brought the undead legion here in less than a day, and has effortlessly broken through three fortresses directly under the orders of Emperor Lisabeo, Lu Xiaotian alone killed thousands of demon legions to lose their armor, blood flowed like a river, and they fled in defeat. It's just that at the juncture of successive victories along the way, Li Fengzhi thinks that they win too smoothly and may be cheating, and hopes that Lu Xiaotian can be vigilant and stationed in place first to find out the enemy's situation, but Lu Xiaotian thinks that if he delays for time, the storm he set off will be known by the entire demon world, so that the reinforcements of Emperor Risabio will be gathered, and then there may be a dilemma, and he must continue to advance at lightning speed on the grounds of a quick decision.

In the wilderness, facing Lu Xiaotian's legion, the Demon Realm Knights of thousands of people lined up and waited for them. However, under the domineering pressure of Lu Xiaotian, these ironclad knights who drove nightmare demon horses and were fully armed were difficult to resist, and the long swords and shields were extremely reluctant, even if they were not afraid, the war horses could not deceive themselves.

Lu Xiaotian took the lead, the "Red Flame Wind" soared high like a fire dragon, and in one leap, the domineering spirit that was previously restrained was like a surging river at this moment, raging and rampant, the demon clan was not a heartless existence, they naturally felt more frightened the closer Lu Xiaotian approached them, although the reaction was much better than that of humans, but the difference in strength still could not make their small existence under Lu Xiaotian's "Fang Tian Painting Halberd".

The neat queue was torn open by Lu Xiaotian's domineering, and the battle was not opened, and the army's morale was in chaos. Lu Xiaotian roared, Fang Tian's halberd waved out of thin air, and the invisible divine power melted into the wind, pouring out uncontrollably. Before Lu Xiaotian could rush in front of the enemy formation, the knights had already begun to rout. A fluctuation of qi through Changhong struck horizontally, and then, there was a scream!

The war horses in the front row were all scattered and fled because of excessive fright, and the knights were swept into the air by the shock wave, Lu Xiaotian painted a halberd and split horizontally, and then, flying all over the sky, all of them were knights' heads wearing black steel helmets!

In just a moment, the thousands of knights were already in a state of collapse, and the bloody fragments of corpses and heads instantly dyed the battlefield scarlet! Lu Xiaotian himself was like a stick stabbed into a hornet's nest, and the enemy army was like a river bursting its embankment in an instant, and they could not fight at all except to flee for their lives! Even if they did not rely on domineering, just by virtue of a Fang Tian halberd, just because he was the "strongest warrior", he was invincible!

Lu Xiaotian didn't feel excited, all this was just a matter of course. Standing on the battlefield that he had stirred up, watching the scattered enemy troops fleeing, he was not even in the mood to chase. With his own strength, he leveled thousands of troops, and the legions behind him seemed to be there to watch the show, their existence was completely ignored, and Lu Xiaotian was in no mood to care, he just wanted to smash Huanglong as soon as possible.

A lone army, driven straight in, has already committed a taboo in the army, Lu Xiaotian completely relied on his invincible combat power, and forcibly twisted the so-called cause and effect into a twist. It seems that in the entire Demon Realm, Lu Xiaotian can not let go of his eyes, at least the Demon Clan, there is no existence that makes him care. "That gentleman" had planned to use the Demon Clan, but at present, it seemed that the puzzle pieces of the so-called "big plan" had long been contrary to the Demon Clan itself, and Lu Xiaotian did not have to worry about "that gentleman" intervening at all.

Whether Lu Xiaotian was playing blindly or not, he himself didn't know. As long as they can let go of fighting, then everything is harmless, although Lu Xiaotian can have today, it is inseparable from the merits of the "strongest magician", but now they are no longer monarchs and ministers, or they have never been monarchs and ministers, he Lu Xiaotian is an independent existence, and it is by no means that he is ungrateful. That person originally planned to treat him Lu Xiaotian as a pawn, thinking that relying on a "black hui" would make him die for his life, but he couldn't do it! He would kill anyone who hindered his pursuit of freedom! If "that gentleman" really wanted to stop him, he would definitely defeat him! He would never believe that those magicians who thought that they had a sense of superiority when they practiced magic really had a higher level of power than a warrior of the same level! Yes, he wanted to prove that he was not only the "strongest warrior" but also the true "invincible" of the Heavenly Continent!

It is pointless if it is just self-righteous hubris. Xia Yanfeng's words that touched his heart, he still remembered it firmly. If he is always conceited and strong, he will eventually be defeated by the power itself, and he Lu Xiaotian does not want to be said to be "brave and unscrupulous". He really thought about what method should be used to defeat "that gentleman", although that mysterious gentleman, even his disciple Jiang Shangming, had only said the word "dragon" similar to the code name. That "Mr. Dragon" is too mysterious, so mysterious that no one knows how far his mana cultivation has reached, and even where and what school of magic he practices is unknown, only that he is the "strongest magician", presumably the realm must not be something that ordinary people can achieve.

Yes, Lu Xiaotian simulated such a battle in his mind, and that "Mr. Long" could not be dealt with by dealing with ordinary people. If you want to defeat "Mr. Dragon", you must know everything about him in order to analyze the countermeasures, otherwise, all his chances of victory will be just his wishful thinking after all. There are people outside of people, and he must be careful and not conceited. Although he is not afraid of death, he also does not want to take his life for the sake of pure thrill-seeking, and he still has an agreement that has not been fulfilled......

After being awakened by Xia Yanfeng's words, every time Lu Xiaotian went into hibernation, some inexplicable pictures would appear in his mind, but these pictures had a very strong sense of substitution, so strong that the character in the picture who looked exactly like Lu Xiaotian was really like Lu Xiaotian himself. What he saw was different every time, but like a serial, it would be broadcast in a row every time.

His sleeping soul gradually awakened, and that soul was not a demon, not a ghost, nor a purgatory Shura, but the purest and most rational soul called "human". In the picture, he is an out-and-out human being, but Lu Xiaotian looks at himself, he has powerful combat power, but his heart has long been occupied by demons, and he is stained with thousands of holes and miasma.

Having lost the human heart, the empty soul could not satisfy his endless desire to fight. He never thought about why he called Black Megumi "Diao Chan", he didn't bother to think about anything other than fighting, and he didn't even want to think about why he was fighting. Xia Yanfeng's rhetoric seems to be just a meaningless "mouth cannon" that has no strength to support him, but coupled with the words of Mengyu before, Lu Xiaotian can no longer be indifferent, continue to think about nothing, be a robot who can't think, and let others dictate his fate.

Why did Xia Yanfeng call him a "three-surnamed slave" when he saw his outfit? He didn't even understand what "three-surnamed slave" meant. In the past, there was Mengyu who fought evenly with him, and then there was Xia Yanfeng who insisted until the last moment, not afraid of his coercion, he Lu Xiaotian except for "that gentleman", only these two people made him particularly concerned. Perhaps, Mengyu and Xia Yanfeng didn't have this intention, but they helped him awaken the memory of his previous life by mistake and crookedly. The "serial" that emerged in Lu Xiaotian's spiritual sea was the fragmentary memory puzzle of his sealed past life.

The young warriors, heroic and cool, rode in the wind, galloping on the prairie. In his hand, he held the Fang Tian Painting Halberd, but this Fang Tian Painting Halberd was much clearer and brighter than Lu Xiaotian's demonic painting halberd now, just like his original self, his soul had not yet fallen into darkness, he had not been corrupted by the demons, and it was as white as a blank piece of paper.

In the night, the silence was pierced by a terrible howl and the sound of a blade swinging. The Huns' cavalry broke into the village, plundered, and after a series of screams, the village burst into flames. The Hun army was like a crazy beast, desperately killing the innocent "flock". They snatched the livestock, slaughtered the villagers, humiliated the villagers, and exterminated humanity.

The color of blood resonates with the light of fire, a scene of hell on earth. The young man had a full view of the scene in the corner, and the hand holding Fang Tian's halberd trembled. This "Fang Tian Painting Halberd" is not a sacred weapon of the gods, but a suitable weapon tailored by the blacksmith in the village for him in pursuit of "coolness", which is in line with his tall figure. It's just that he doesn't have the strength or the courage to fight with Fang Tian's halberd. He doesn't know where to go.

The village raised the boy, but now the boy is powerless to protect the village that raised him. Is he afraid?

When he watched the Hun soldiers strangle the infant baby to death without blinking, when he saw the cold blade cut open the belly of the pregnant woman, and picked out the fetus in the tragic womb along with the intestines. Seeing the blood, corpses, and internal organs all over the ground, the boy could no longer turn a blind eye! He began to lose his mind, became angry, and went crazy. It was also from this moment that he planted the demons in his heart...... He was fifteen years old......

"Do you hate yourself for being incompetent, hate yourself for not being able to protect the village?" a voice from the bottom of my heart echoed in the depths of my soul.

"I hate...... I hate myself for being weak and incompetent!" The boy was already mad, and couldn't tell if it was a real illusion, "I want to be strong! I need strength! I want to kill...... I'm going to kill them all! My 'Fang Tian Painting Halberd' shouldn't be an ornament!"

"Can I help you...... I can give you strength...... Even, it can make you the number one warrior in the world...... But at the cost of ......"

"Supreme power! Come on!" the ethereal voice echoed in the young man's heart, and the young man's emotions were already out of control. He didn't remember what the voice said in the second half of the voice, and the moment the voice disappeared, he suddenly felt a lot of power in his body!

Fang Tian's halberd was somehow injected with magic power, flashing a moment of blood-colored magic light, and the young man's performance was also hideous. His eyes flashed blood-red for a moment, his killing intent suddenly surged, and his aura gradually turned into a devastating murderous aura!

"Kill, kill, kill, kill all......" The young man's mind was only left with this thought.

That night, none of the Hun soldiers who slaughtered the village returned alive, and the next day, not only the corpses of the villagers were strewn all over the village, but also the Hun legions, and even the death was miserable to me. Some of them were beheaded, some were torn in half, some were broken into pieces, some were hung from beams that had not yet been burned, and some were stuck together like skewers.

No one outside knew who did it, and the scene didn't even look like it was man-made, like a beast attacking. And when the young man was gone, his facial expression was distorted and hideous, and Fang Tian's halberd was stained with blood, and he even picked the stomach of the Hun soldiers. His body and face were stained with the blood of the Hun soldiers, and his appearance was extremely terrifying, like a devil.

planted demons, but there are no regrets or complaints. On that day, the boy gained the strange power of the gods, and after the young man injected resentment and drank the blood of the Huns, he completely gained his demonic nature, and even spontaneously produced a sound. When a weapon is infused with a soul, or a holy soul, or a demon soul, then even if the weapon cannot become an artifact or a magic weapon, it is destined to be passed down to the world and remembered by future generations. And this young man, along with the awakened demons and the "Fang Tian Painting Halberd", embarked on a road of no return.