In the sparks, the Demon Lord raised his head, and the night and landscape covering his face became extremely vivid.

The Broken Monument had come to him.

He glanced at the broken monument.

Just a glance.

The broken monument suddenly shrank more than ten times.

It's a very magical, or rather weird picture.

Then he reached out.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he caught the broken monument.

It is difficult to advance an inch of the broken monument.

To be more precise, when his gaze fell, when his palm touched, this legendary-level broken monument refused to take a step forward.

Because the broken monument recognized who he was.

The Demon Lord looked at the siren and said, "Evil obstacles, you dare to use my weapon to attack me, I don't know whether to call you brave or stupid. ”

Infinite fear gushed out of the siren's eyes, and at the same time, countless smoke and dust kept gushing out of the cracks in his armor.

The spurt of smoke and dust was not because his demon body was emitting momentum towards heaven and earth, but because it was shaken out by a force.

As the Demon Lord spoke, his hand holding the Broken Monument shook twenty-four thousand eight hundred times.

As one of the strongest demons, the strength of the siren's demon body is comparable to that of a golden stone, but it still can't withstand such a high-frequency vibration.

When the word stupid entered his sea of knowledge, the wrist bone of the stele's broken stele shattered into gravel, and then his arm bone was shattered, and then countless cracks appeared in his shoulder blades.

Like a cow bone or turtle bone that has been burned for a long time, the direction of those cracks is so mysterious and terrifying.

The bones were shattered, but the flesh was still intact, and only the sand and gravel in the sand and gravel and the lines in the sand and gravel in the arms could be seen by the siren herself.

He knew he couldn't bear it any longer, and he had to find a way to escape.

More than a dozen strangely colored demonic blood splattered out from his shoulder, and his thick arm like a tree flew into the sky.

The siren broke her arm on her own, and without hesitation, she turned around and ran.

The Demon Lord waved his sleeves, looking very casual and chic, like a scholar who wrote a new poem after drinking.

Inside the sleeve is a broken monument held by his hand.

With a flick of the sleeve, the broken monument struck the squire in the back, but it was so unavoidable that it hit the siren's back.

There was a click, like a towering giant tree that had been eroded for countless years, and finally could not bear it anymore and collapsed from it.

An exaggerated protrusion appeared on the siren's chest, like a mountain rising overnight on a fertile plain.

An unimaginably magnificent force raged in his demon body, instantly causing his internal organs to shift and crack, and even cracks appeared on the demon core.

The squire could not withstand this tremendous force, and turned into a paper kite, drifting miserably towards the snowy peaks in the distance.

Looking at the snow peak that was getting closer and closer, his vision was blurred and his consciousness was confused, but he did not forget an important question.

Why is this happening?

He came tonight with the order, and he knew in advance that it was not all about finding and killing the owner of Cinnabar Dan, so after seeing Chen Changsheng, it was not too surprising. Even if he was shocked to see His Majesty, who should have died a long time ago, reappear in front of him, he still had hope.

For countless years, the demon race has formed a certain psychological inertia, and the black-robed lord must have no last resort.

The siren thought that since the military advisor had sent him here, he must have calculated this, and of course he would make some arrangements.

That's why at the moment before, he dared to make a move to His Majesty.

He always thought something else was going to happen.

However...... No.

The truth is as cold and hard as the snowy peaks that are getting closer and closer in front of you.

At the last moment, the siren suddenly remembered that night two years ago.

On that night, he met the old man he hadn't seen for hundreds of years, or more precisely, his former owner.

The siren understood, closed her eyes, and sighed inwardly.

......

......

In the distant night sky, the body of the siren, like a mountain, has turned into a small black dot.

Compared with the truly majestic snow-capped mountains, both humans and demons seem so small.

The little black dot sank into the middle of the peak, deep in the snow.

A tremor spread from afar back to the snow valley from the ground, followed by a dull thunderous rumble as countless thousands of years of snow fell from the snowy mountain.

It didn't take long for the shape of the snow-capped mountain to change dramatically, and it was completely different from before.

The black hole that the siren had knocked out was also gone, and no trace was to be found.

The front-line commander of the demon military disappeared like this.

This event, which should have shaken the entire continent, seemed so insignificant in this deep night.

Whether spectacular or tragic, no one saw it, no one cared.

The Demon Lord didn't look at it because he didn't care.

When he took his eyes off the strings, the first thing he looked at was the broken monument, and the second was at the sparks in the night sky.

Then, he held out his hand again.

This time, his hand went straight through the sky full of sparks and reached to the highest point in the night sky.

A dragon roar full of anger and unwillingness came from high in the sky, and then came to an abrupt end.

The deep cold dragon breath with countless snow frost and killing intent disappeared like this.

The Frost Dragon that covered the night sky shrank sharply, turning into a small black dot, and then flew towards the distant horizon with the wave of the invisible giant hand.

The small black dot rubbed against the air, bringing out a dazzling light that looked like a meteor, and I don't know where it would end up.

The deep cold dragon breath disappeared, and the sword rain in the sky also stagnated, and the two green streamers suddenly disappeared, and Nanke appeared behind the demon lord.

Her petite body was covered with wounds, and blood melted into her clothes, making it impossible to see its original color.

With a single move, the Demon Lord shook the siren to death, drove away Squeak, and broke the game.

The gap between the two sides is too big, and the Demon Lord doesn't need to go all out at all, just by relying on his vision technique and realm, he can easily crush them.

There was no point in attacking Nanke again, and Chen Changsheng recalled all his swords.

The sound of breaking the sky sounded above the snow valley, and in the whistling sound, thousands of famous swords returned, suspended in the air around him, vibrating slightly, and constantly humming.

He looked ahead, solemn and silent.

Whether it was the remnants of fire in the lake garden, or the flying ashes, or the afterglow falling from the night sky, they were all cut into pieces by Sen Ran's sword intent.

Looking at this scene, a look of appreciation appeared in the Demon Lord's eyes, and he said: "Whether it is the cultivation of the sword path, the strength of the divine sense, or the number of true yuan, you are very good, not to mention the current young generation, even when Chen Xuanba, Zhou Du, and I were as old as you, they were not necessarily stronger than you." ”

Obviously, in the eyes of the Demon Lord, he, Zhou Du, and Chen Xuanba are the strongest people in the past thousand years.

Contrary to the general perception, he did not put Emperor Taizong in this ranks.

Chen Changsheng leaned slightly and expressed his gratitude for this appreciation.

The remaining flames in the lake garden lit up his face, and although his expression was solemn, he was still so calm, and he could not see any panic or fear.