This pillar of light does not come from the stars, but from a more distant unknown world, and it falls on the ground but is only a square circle, you can imagine how condensed it is.

Only the purest and most powerful energy, even the legendary gods, can create such a condensed light.

It seems that this light is very similar to the holy light of the state religion, but the Demon Lord knows that it is not, and Chen Changsheng knows even better, they all know where this light comes from.

In the holy pillar of light, the Demon Lord's clothes fluttered slightly, the tattered mountains and rivers on his face were all washed away, and his appearance was rapidly aging.

The seal formed by the Heavenly Book Tablet left the range of the pillar of light at some point and hovered quietly in the night sky.

The seal shook gently at the demon lord in the pillar of light, as if there were a lot of emotions, thousands of memories, and as if he was saying goodbye to an old friend.

The next moment, the pillar of light vanished.

There is no change in the Snow Ridge Lake Park, no avalanches and snowfalls, no changes in heaven and earth, no abyss descending, everything is as before, as if nothing has happened.

The Demon Lord stood still.

Nanke is coming.

The emotions on the young formation's face were very mixed.

He looked at the Demon Lord, and stopped talking, three times, and finally fell silent.

The Demon Lord withdrew his gaze towards the starry sky and looked at the young array master, without speaking, thoughtfully.

Nanke came to the venue, looked at the current picture, and was silent.

The silence of finding time is finally broken by the sound.

"You're dying, aren't you?"

The young array master looked at the Demon Lord and asked softly, looking very cautious and a little timid.

The Demon Lord said, "It would be foolish for you to venture south without even knowing this. ”

The young formation master was convinced that he was not stupid, and he laughed.

He laughed.

In the next moment, the smug smile on his face vanished and turned into tears of sadness.

He burst into tears.

He laughed and cried, happy but sad, painful but happy, humble and arrogant.

He was like a moody child, with grievances and a little pride, he looked at the Demon Lord and sobbed, "It's okay this time, right?"

The Demon Lord sighed, "It's okay. ”

The young formation master cried and said, "Then you will always die this time, right?"

The Demon Lord said calmly, "Yes. ”

The young formation's expression became a little nervous, licked his dry lips, and asked, "Did I behave well this time?"

The Demon Lord looked at him with appreciative eyes and said, "This game is indeed very good. ”

Listening to the praise, the young formation's face suddenly had a lot of brilliance, and even his steps became brisk.

He walked over to the Demon Lord, dancing and bouncing like a stone tumbling down from a lonely peak.

Nanke's face was a little pale, and he wanted to come over, but was stopped by the Demon Lord with his eyes.

The young array master walked up to the Demon Lord and carefully helped him sit down, as if he didn't want the Demon Lord to feel a trace of pain.

Then, he looked at the Demon Lord and asked very seriously, "Dad, does it hurt?"

The Demon Lord looked at the young array master, his eyes were full of pampering and satisfaction, and said, "It's okay." ”

The young formation master raised his hand to wipe away the tears hanging from his eyelashes and said, "I don't want to do this either. ”

As he spoke, his right hand landed on the Demon Lord's chest like a black bolt of lightning.

It was a swarthy dagger that couldn't reflect any light.

The dagger stabbed deep into the Demon Lord's chest, and golden blood poured out of the hilt of the dagger.

It seems that this short sword turned out to be hollow.

The Demon Lord coughed bitterly and said, "You...... Don't use ...... This sword. ”

"Because this is a relic of your friend?" The young formation master pulled the black short sword out of the Demon Lord's chest, glanced at the ground not far away, and said with anger: "That guy can make a sword out of a dragon's beard, I'm your son, why can't I use it?"

Chen Changsheng lay there.

The young array master pulled the Demon Lord's hand out from under him, and with great effort, he broke the Demon Lord's fingers one by one, and took something out of it.

The Demon Lord's expression was still calm, as if he couldn't feel the pain of a severed finger at all.

It was a comb-like thing, I don't know what it was, it was supposed to be his last resort.

Previously, if the young formation master didn't use his sword in time to cut off his last chance of life, it might have been possible for him to find a chance to fight back.

"My aunt reminds me that you must be careful and careful when dealing with you. ”

The young formation master looked at the horn comb, and said with palpitations: "But no matter how careful I am, I can't imagine that the Heavenly Demon Horn is actually on you. ”

He carefully put the croissant comb into his arms and put it away, looked at the Demon Lord and said with a smile: "Didn't you say that when my sister-in-law left the old city of Snow more than twenty years ago, she stole this holy relic? ”

The Demon Lord smiled and said, "Your sister-in-law is so stupid that she was deceived by Xiao Xiaosu, I always have to teach him some lessons." ”

The young formation master thought about the bloody case in the Immortal Sect back then, and said with emotion: "Why don't you stop here? Fortunately, you shouldn't be able to continue teaching me now." ”

At this time, the Demon Lord's vitality is gone, and there is no way to fight back.

The young formation master confirmed all the details, and then he really put his mind at ease, sat next to the Demon Lord, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and breathed for a moment before finally calming down, suddenly, he looked at the starry sky and laughed, and shook his head again, as if he had indescribable emotion.

"Actually, I'm scared, but what should I do? I still have to do it, but in the end I still won. ”

Whether they were silent at the beginning or as crazy as they were, whether they were standing or sitting or lying down, the Demon Lord, the Young Formation Master, and Nanke were actually all similar—outwardly or differently, but their spiritual temperament was actually exactly the same, especially when they were together.

They are like the Black Mountain, the White Water, and the Blood Moon in the extreme north of the snowfield, exuding cruelty, blood, and mystery, but they are extremely harmonious.

If no one bothered him, or the scene would have lasted longer, however, there was someone in the picture.

And because he is human, it is impossible for him to stand in this painting.

Chen Changsheng stood up, and the painting suddenly had more bright colors.

The unwavering brightness came from his eyes, and from his voice.

"From the battlefield to the Songshan Military Mansion and then here, there have been many people who have died to protect you and save you, if you win, what about them?"

He looked at the young formation master and said, "No matter who you are, no matter why you came, this is not right. ”

The young formation master looked at him, a little surprised that he was still able to stand up, and then, a smile with mockery and ridicule appeared on the corner of his lips.

"His Holiness the Pope is as strange as the rumors say, but what else can you do?"