The young Demon Lord said no more, lowered his body, touched the Demon Lord's forehead, and whispered something.

He didn't speak an ordinary demon language, with a sense of sadness that seemed to be natural, like a final prayer or blessing.

Almost dead, his father.

The brightness in the Demon Lord's eyes had gradually dimmed, like the stars in the northern part of the night sky.

Nanke was holding his hand on the other side, and he ignored it.

He just looked at the young demon lord quietly, patted the back of his hand gently, and then slowly closed his eyes.

As his eyes closed, his breathing grew longer until there was no gap, and then stopped.

The faint blue starlight spread in all directions through the wound in his abdomen, turning his demon body into congealed ice.

The cold wind stopped howling, the starlight avoided the distance, and the night became thicker and quieter, as if time and space had frozen.

The Demon Lord is dead.

This is the end of a generation of legends.

The most magnificent period of history thousands of years ago has finally come to an end with a slight scribble.

For the human race, that period of history has come to an end with the pavilion in front of the Tianshu Mausoleum with the collapse of the Lingyan Pavilion.

For the demons and the entire continent, tonight is the real end.

I don't know how long it took, but the young demon lord wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, stopped grieving, and stood up.

As he got up, the night in the sky seemed to flood into his body, making him appear incomparably taller and more powerful.

Countless thousands of years of powerhouse inheritance were officially and completely handed over to him at this moment.

From this moment on, he is the king of the Northern Continent and the master of the demon race, and he no longer needs any prefix, young or new.

He's the Demon King.

He looked at Chen Changsheng.

"When such a great figure as my father leaves this world, he should not be so lonely or bland. Fortunately, having you, the Terran Pope, with you for the funeral, can barely be regarded as comfort. Now, you can die, and of course, those things of yours are going to stay. ”

Chen Changsheng said, "What do you mean?"

The Demon Lord was silent for a while, and then said, "Zhou Yuan, Heavenly Book Monument, although I lost a father tonight, the compensation I can get will not be too small. ”

Hearing this, Chen Changsheng confirmed that he really knew the source of his confidence, so where did his confidence come from?

"Don't try to enter Zhou Garden. The Demon Lord looked him in the eye and said, "Although I am not a strong person like my father who can cut off the connection between you and the space, I assure you that when you try to travel through the space, I have countless ways to make you fail. ”

Chen Changsheng thought for a moment and asked, "Black robe?"

The Demon Lord was a little surprised, and said, "You can think of the reason so quickly, and your mind is quite clear. ”

After the change of Zhou Yuan, Ligong and Lishan conducted a long period of analysis, confirming that the black robe knew Zhou Yuan very well, and was able to influence Zhou Yuan's rules through some method. At the beginning, the soul pivot that could make the beast tide in Nanke's hands was abolished, and the iron plate in the black robe was also pierced by the sky-covering sword, but who can guarantee that there is no other means?

He was seriously injured on the hands of the Demon Lord, the little black dragon was thrown thousands of miles away, Qingye was not there, the Heavenly Book Tablet had not yet been enlightened, Zhou Yuan did not dare to trespass, no matter who came to see it, it was extremely difficult for Chen Changsheng to leave alive at this time, but he himself did not think so.

"I want to leave at this time, it's easy. Chen Changsheng looked at the Demon Lord and said.

The Demon Lord's expression was slightly different, and he asked, "Really?"

Chen Changsheng looked at him and said, "Just kill you." ”

When he said this, he was calm.

The Demon Lord raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "You think you are qualified to say such things?"

"Why am I not qualified to say such things?"

Chen Changsheng said: "You are older than me but not much older, you are good at forbearance but your true talent is not necessarily as high as mine, you are the Demon Lord, I am the Pope, and I am not less than you in magic weapons, no matter from which point of view, I am not worse than you, why can't I fight with you?"

Realm strength, cultivation talent, adventure creation, status, power...... Of course, the young Demon Lord is the one who is second to none in the world.

But there are two characters on this continent who can compete with the young Demon Lord in every way.

Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong.

The Demon Lord looked at him quietly, suddenly laughed, and said, "It does make sense, but you seem to have been seriously injured tonight. ”

"Yes, but why are you talking so much to me?"

Chen Changsheng said: "This shows that you don't have the faith to kill me, but this gives me a lot of confidence, and it kills your confidence." ”

With that, he stretched out his hand into the night.

Several stone beads formed by the Heavenly Book Tablet silently flew back from the night and landed on his wrist.

I don't know how many bones were broken in his body, but his left arm was still intact, and he was about to use his left hand to draw a sword in the night sky before.

At this time, his left hand was still tightly gripping the sword, very steady.

Thousands of swords flew up from the bottom of the lake, flew out of the chaotic forest, and came around his body, hovering silently, and very steady.

The Demon Lord felt the sword intent in the night sky, squinted slightly, and said, "You say, if Su Li comes to use these swords, what will happen?"

This sentence has nothing to do with the current situation, and it seems extraordinarily sudden.

It's like the Demon Lord's shot.

The Demon Lord's weapon was not the stone pestle called Starry Sky Kill, but a sheep's horn comb.

More precisely, it was a powerful artifact much like a claw comb.

It's called Heavenly Demon Horn.

The Heavenly Demon Horn carried countless thick black qi and fell towards Chen Changsheng.

The blackness of the snowy valley obscures the starry sky, as if it were a real night, and like a bottomless abyss, it is intimidating to see.

Looking at this scene, Chen Changsheng remembered the night he saw on the snowfield after leaving Zhou Garden, and his expression was slightly solemn.

The young Demon Lord has endured for many years, hiding all his talent and talent in a prodigal appearance, and tonight he finally shows his edge.

After obtaining a complete inheritance, his realm is unimaginably powerful!

It is difficult to find equally powerful figures among the younger generation of Terrans.

Whether it is him or Xu Yourong, they are obviously a step behind, even if Akiyama-kun comes, he should not be able to defeat the other party.

Unless it is Xiao Zhang, Liang Wangsun and others who are at the top of the free list, or they have the strength to fight.

He is now seriously injured, and the power of the sword is less than one-tenth of that of his peak state, and he can only fight with foreign objects with magic weapons, let alone an opponent.

But he hadn't lied before, he did want to try to kill the Demon Lord.

Because he has other means, other helpers.