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Because it nurtures life and is different, it is lonely. Because it is bleak and inconspicuous, it is lonely.

The moon is also naturally lonely.

From ancient times to the present, people who live alone on the lonely earth have regarded it as a lonely hiding place.

And demons are also lonely.

The unprecedented loneliness enveloped the demonic spirit, and he was stunned. Teng Yunshen extracted his loneliness, not to take it away, but to stimulate him, and let this emotion occupy his muddy heart.

Teng Yunshen banished the lonely demon spirit to a lonely planet.

The earth has an extraordinary meaning in the eyes of people. Their rational side accepted the fact that the Earth was nothing more than a planet orbiting a star, and that there were countless similar systems in the universe. The earth is unremarkable. However, it is the home of the people. The word hometown has always been associated with the sensual side. Rigid words like "system" don't fit in.

This may mean that it is not easy to connect the familiar Earth with a gray planet in the distance.

That kind of imagination is both fascinating and dangerous.

However, the poet said that indifference makes the poet. Teng Yunshen is more indifferent than the poet. The boundless imagination is a precious talent for poets, but it is a convenient murder weapon for Teng Yunshen.

The silent celestial body imprisoned the song of the demons, and before the melody could bloom, it suddenly changed its tune, like a glass that had been knocked over on the ground, and it was torn apart. The jumble of parts popped out of the demon's body, desperately making a slight hoarse noise, like a rusty symphony.

The demon spirit fluttered into the thin sky.

The environment on the surface of the moon is not very harsh, but it is quite special. The real danger is the demon's own voice. Sadly, he has given up his precious wisdom. He chose the most wrong way to drive out the voiceless. The demon spirit continues to activate the brass mage's mana in an attempt to regain control of the vocal cords.

The destructive flutter then intensifies.

The demon spirit knocked down Teng Yunshen effortlessly like the wizard before him. But it didn't help. The empty shell left by Teng Yunshen is empty, even thinner than cardboard. He hid in the pouring rain. He's a rain.

The unseen enemy viciously snapped the demon's neck.

Altering the physical state of the body is not the specialty of the Blood Mage. However, the liquid state, which is between the solid and the gaseous, is most conducive to their blood magic.

The blood that a wizard sheds is poison, and the blood that a blood mage sheds is especially poisonous.

Whether it has to do with technology or not, everything has a radiation that the world cares about. The demon spirit unconsciously released a powerful energy. Teng Yunshen absorbed the energy of the demon spirit, and in turn caused the demon spirit to absorb the energy released by him. Unwittingly, he tied the demon to the same channel as himself - a tactic commonly used by blood mages.

Teng Yunshen's mana gradually penetrated the demon's immunity mechanism.

Demons hate the silent world.

Like a beast in the wilderness, he relied on instinct rather than thought. In other words, it is very important for him to get information through the superficial senses. The silence made it impossible for him to make accurate judgments, and it was unbearable for him. Demons are always able to adapt quickly to various environments. He immediately developed new vocal cords.

The demon spirit sang loudly again.

Such a stupid move was exactly what Teng Yun was deeply in. He sped up the rate at which the demon cultivated the replacement vocal cords, and as a result, was able to speed up the rate at which his own blood could infect the demon. The magnificent ensemble cracked the demon's teeth. Immediately after, the wound that Teng Yunshen had deliberately preserved before grew on the demon spirit's body.

He then restored the wandering land to its original state.

The gravity of his hometown dragged the unprepared demon spirit out of mid-air. He hit the ground with an earth-shattering bang. The demon heard the voice he longed for, but it wasn't necessarily a good thing. The hot moonlight ignited the returning air, and the fierce wind fueled the ferocious fire, forming a hot cyclone, like a furnace that melted steel into flowing water, and suppressed the mad demon spirit.

The forgotten wizard crawled and fled. The demons are terrifying, but the warriors who oppose them seem to be even more terrifying. The latter uses the magic of his real name to change this otherwise traceable world over and over again. The wizard was constrained and had to give up his plan to take the risk.

But Teng Yunshen is not confused by the poetic similarity between the moon and the sun. Moonlight is a mirror image of the sun's fire, and people's eyes are a mirror full of lies. Teng Yunshen is familiar with the structure of this poem. He awoke the slumbering fire of the sun from the moonlight, and threw the scarred demon spirit into the raging flames.

The wizard carefully avoided the battle of the two-headed monster.

Teng Yunshen picked up his shadow.

There is little darkness to hide. The raging fire crossed the dividing line between light and shadow, engulfing smoke after smoke. It's just that Teng Yunshen can still distinguish the unique grayscale of the shadow from the dazzling firelight. With a slight tug, he grabbed the two ethereal shadows. Then, with another nudge, he shoved the fear of the flames into the vague outline of the shadows. A wonderful chemical reaction ensued. Teng Yunshen sewed together the untouchable shadow and the untouchable emotion.

The two phantoms swelled out, like air-filled hovercraft, and emerged from the darkness.

Teng Yunshen kicked one of the phantoms towards the demon spirit. Bang. Phantom explosion. The sound it emitted was minimal and barely audible in the fire, but its effects were palpable. Fragments of the Phantom struck the demon like pollen as the seasons changed. Boom! The heat wave rose into the sky and shot into the sky.

The sudden rise in temperature frightened the wizard once again. The god of fire stepped on the demon spirit and danced the carnival dance. The wizard was amazed to see as the spirit carved out of rock burned like an oil drum shot through in a movie. He was so surprised that he forgot to continue away from the battlefield.

The demon spirit pounced on Teng Yunshen.

His body was like a fertile earth, full of flaming flowers. He was about to perish. However, he still has the opportunity to burn the enemy's jade. Teng Yunshen has been completely exposed, and there is nowhere to escape. He is the embodiment of the curse, even if he is dying, he is still unstoppable.

The wizard throws a gravitational line at the spirit. But he knew that he was just wasting his efforts. Teng Yunshen will definitely die.