On the chest, the little machine bully, who had been sleeping, was affected by the purple mang, and there was a faint light!

Then, the crack that originally ran through the screen suddenly appeared a suction, like a dragon absorbing water, swallowing and sucking the purple mangs that were oppressing Mo Xun's will and intending to destroy Mo Xun!

"This is ......" The demon's voice showed a rare hint of horror!

"Impossible! This is impossible! How could you have such a thing! Wasn't he destroyed a long time ago! How could it still exist!" The demon felt the continuous weakening of his own power, and stared at the little machine bully, as if he remembered something, and it was extremely terrifying!

With the help of the little machine bully, it's like a mouse meets a cat. The demonic will, which originally occupied almost the entire Mo Xun body, instantly receded like a tide, and the demon calmed down at this time, as if he knew something, but laughed instead, with countless mockings in his laughter.

"It turned out to be only a part, and it was also under a curse. Hahaha, it turns out that you are the bearer of this generation. Burdened with a heavy fate, then, I'm looking forward to seeing us meet again!" The demon said with a smile, and his whole consciousness receded, being swallowed by the little machine bully.

Of course he wouldn't die so easily. Ten Thousand Demon Seed Soul Dafa, he has already divided tens of thousands of consciousnesses, constantly snatching away others to strengthen himself, and finally when he merges again, it will be the day he is truly reborn.

And what was lost on Mo Xun, on the whole, was just a drop in the bucket.

Mo Xun continued to fall asleep, his consciousness had been completely dispersed by the demon, even if the demonic consciousness had receded, he could not wake up on his own, he could only live in the world like a vegetative person, eating subsistence and being served.

However, fortunately, Xiao Jiba is a pocket watch that is responsible for the end, and a faint light emanates from it and slowly enters Mo Xun's body. Like a mother's hand, she kept caressing Mo Xun's consciousness, making it merge and restore her ......

I don't know how much it took, Mo Xun finally slowly woke up from his slumber.

He blinked, felt the world slowly become clearer, and shook his head vigorously. Just now, when he was asleep, he dreamed one by one. Compared with the usual dreams, this dream is more detached from reality, but it gives people a more realistic feeling.

Is it him, what I'm going through in this world.

"In this world, I shouldn't be like me, I'm a useless dick waste, I should be as I thought in my dream, a big hero who stands up to the sky. Mo Xun showed a wry smile and stood up silently.

He took out the little machine bully, the brother who saved his life repeatedly. This time, he obviously scolded him countless times, but he protected his brother as always.

"Obviously, you don't have the power to turn off, and you still have to do it, it's like a black screen now, and the screen is black, it's really ugly. Mo Xun scolded with a smile, but laughed out of tears.

In this battle, too many sacrifices were made.

Even he himself almost died in this battle. If it weren't for the desperate protection of Xiao Jiba, I think about it, the person who occupies his body now is no longer him.

But also in order to save him, the little machine bully, who was already shattered and dead, was even more contaminated with black marks, which made him even more lifeless.

In addition, Mo Xun walked through the entire ancient forest, but this place has been completely ruined. Lao Li, the man with a broken arm, all the living beings, all turned into ashes in the aftermath of the battle. Plus the village chief who died on the spot, members of the hunting team. Lots of lives and countless broken families have all paid in this battle.

Not even a skeleton remained.

It's not so much the sealed demon who ruined it all, it's the demon in the human heart that devoured it all.

Mo Xun sighed, and with a tired body, he slowly walked back to the village.

Now, for him, the devil is talking about what to bear, the catastrophe. The old king's remarks about saviors and the like are no longer very important.

It turns out that life will be so short, that the person who spoke to him alive in the first moment will suddenly die in the next moment, leaving nothing left.

It's so fast that you don't have time to react, you don't have time to say what you want to say to him.

Tired, really tired. For him, the physical trauma of this battle is irrelevant, but the psychological trauma will always haunt him.

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Sunset, village.

Mo Xun saw the old king who had been waiting, his hair was whiter, his body was hunched, his skin was covered with bones, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

"The village is fine, I already know everything, you can rest well. The old king said softly, without explaining how he had leveled the bull power who had come to the village to feed on blood, nor did he ask about the fierceness of the battle, and said like a grandfather.

Mo Xun looked at him, and finally, couldn't stop his tears.