Feng Yu's face was stained with bright and dazzling scarlet, and there was a baby-like sad and fragile look between his eyebrows, and his blood-soaked body was buried in the rocks.

The demon king's gentle sigh was tinged with sorrow, and he only felt that the wind and snow blowing in the sky were cold and biting.

The warrior covered in pitch-black armor stopped, bent slightly, reached out and grabbed a head of black hair with one hand, and carried the boy out of the rubble ruins.

Blood poured out of the mangled body, staining large swaths of the snow red, and even dripping blood from his fingers.

The body and sanity of the black-armored warrior were seized by the demons of Beiju Luzhou, and for a while he didn't recognize who the unrecognizable young man was.

The all-electric weapon, loaded with the entire right arm, moves from the inside out, and the muzzles of all the machine guns are aimed at the boy's face, heart, and body.

As soon as the shot is fired, the human beings who are carried by the warriors will be torn apart.

"Who are you pointing a gun at?"

Only a pair of eyes were revealed under the protective mask, and the pupils of the black-armored warrior slowly condensed like the tip of a needle, and I don't know where the sound came from the young man's body.

As a warrior, his high vigilance did not prevent him from suppressing the dangerous attack.

As the right arm wrapped around the iron plate suddenly flew up, the left arm, which was about to shoot, separated at the shoulder.

The Dark Blade of Light flashed through the splatters of blood.

The head shifted at the base of the owner's neck and rolled into a pool of blood.

The energy chip implanted in the warrior's chest was pierced by a sword, and the source of power connected to the black armor combat uniform was completely paralyzed and scrapped.

The electromagnetic waves filled the body of the fallen warrior, reflecting Toyoyu's face in a blue light.

Because the world of Yan Futi is guarded by the enchantment set by the dragon god Qingli, the demons who have traveled through time and space from the Northern Julu Continent are afraid of the burning of the enchantment energy and have to parasitize the human body to survive.

Now that the host is dead, the viscous green liquid spurting from both eyes is squirming on the ground.

"! You dead monster! ”

The dark green slime actually makes a hoarse and terrifying noise, and it is angry and swearing.

"Stinky Boy...... I'm going to eat you......"

Feng Yu stood expressionlessly, looking down at the ground slime with a cold and cold gaze, and his dark eyes without the whites of his eyes were like deep black holes that could absorb everything.

"Ate me?"

When the corners of the boy's mouth were raised, revealing a demonic playful smile, the slime that produced the spontaneous combustion phenomenon did not dare to move in fear, but he couldn't help but be stunned by the dazzling face that combined youth and handsomeness with cruelty and blood.

It felt like it was suffocating in its breath, and it couldn't hold back its sighs and moans.

"You'd better die, worm."

After only wandering for a moment, the demon that melted into the shape of slime did not lose its pride until it was consumed by the flames.

"I am a follower of the Demon King's eldest son, Lord Sunayanten, and my lord said that every one of his followers is a warrior."

The murmuring of the dark green slime was completely consumed by the flames, which were the energy transformation of the enchantment that enveloped the world of Yan Futi.

The cold blade of light flew away, and Feng Yu threw the blood stains on the sword body into the void, and the Gülen sword, which was constantly emitting black gas, disappeared in his hand.

The cold wind stirred his clothes and trousers, and the hem of his blood-stained coat was like the wings of a delphin, and he walked towards the battlefield filled with gunpowder.

As the number of enchanters increased rather than decreased, armies formed by humans appeared.

Under the dark clouds, aircraft of different shapes circled the dim sky, and repeated their orbits in circles in groups.

Civilians looked up from the ground, and the field of vision was a number of birds flying in circles in one place, looking like a huge Tai Chi Bagua map spinning in place, sprinkled with dark spots all over the sky.

Countless black-armored warriors descended from the sky around the city of gold, silver and iron, and their feet were already firing in the air before their feet touched the earth.

A raging stream of fire poured out of the flame emitter, sweeping a curtain of fire more than thirty meters long on the ground.

The already horrific battlefield has become a scene of death, blood, and terror.

The blood-colored scarlet figure walked forward in the wind, exuding the atmosphere of loneliness and independence on his body, and the hem of his coat fluttered like a dream.

He was miraculously unharmed by weapons and flames, and even the rockets and missiles would pass him as if they were deliberately avoiding, because the few wisps of black gas that were emitting from his body spread out a one-meter protective circle of defense.

The air was hot and hot, and the wind was dyed vermilion.

The chaotic battlefield was obscured by the smoke of gunpowder.

The wind and flames intertwined, and the figure coming through the smoke became the focus of attention.

The hem of the clothes like red flowers blooming slapped on the man's knees, and a few pieces were swaying in the wind, agitating the beautiful arc.

The cold wind also seemed to be intoxicated, blowing on the beautiful faces of people.

The transcendent presence made the enchanters ready to move, and they surrounded them from all sides, rushing towards the place where the figures were.

The blood that splattered in the air was blown away by the wind, and the blood mist spread.

The head, hands and feet, half of the body, broken armor, kept rolling to the ground.

The scarlet hot liquid that rendered the void rode the cold wind that blew and sprinkled all over the figure's body.

The sword in his hand did not stain a trace of blood, because the sword technique of the super high miracle outweighed the speed at which blood attached.

Leng Xian'er, who watched the killing from afar, was stunned in the enchantment, only feeling dizzy and almost fainting.

Feng Yu's fierce and murderous fighting style shocked her and she sighed, but is such a cold and dark character really Feng Yu?

Thinking of the demon king's dark-complexed and beautiful and delicate face, she couldn't help but shudder.

The handsome beauty bathed in the rain of blood is full of bright red and bright beauty when illuminated by the light that shines from the sky, and it shines with exquisite brilliance.

Wherever the holy light went, the enchanters flew into oblivion.

At this time, there is no one who does not look up, maintaining a consistent upward gaze movement.

The petals are flying all over the sky, fluttering and sprinkling, suspended in the void, exuding hundreds of thousands of colors.

When the black clouds that covered the sky and the sun dissipated, a huge white and flawless lotus flower was suspended in the sky, the center of the flower opened upward, the top was round, and it gathered into a large canopy shape, radiating immeasurable and boundless light that illuminated the Guangming City.

The radiant light dispels the biting cold and releases the warmth of spring.

The blizzard stopped and disappeared.

The land returned to calm and tranquility, and only the ruins piled up here and there confirmed that the war had really taken place.

The ancient dragon roar sounded from the lotus flower, and the shocked world was stunned.

Feng Yu jumped up on the ground, soared into the sky, and appeared on the top of the thousand-petal snow lotus, looking down on the core lotus canopy.

The lotus pod is surrounded by countless white stamens, yellow anthers, lotus seeds grow in the lotus canopy, and there are two human heads facing each other on it.

Two blue dragons circled around the top of the lotus canopy, and the endless chant had an indescribable desolate sadness.

Miaohua and Furen sacrificed their bodies and blood to heaven and earth, leaving only their heads slowly turning into powder and disappearing.

On the bloodless pale face, there was a lingering look of melancholy and sadness.

"You go back to the Dragon God Ancestral Hall," the words came out of his petal-like withered lips.

The two heads opened their eyes, and an unfathomable look of loneliness precipitated the dull underwater.

"Let's go back." The voice is light and sad.

The gentle breeze blows the flowing blue hair of the head.