The night does not speak, and the breeze does not whisper.

There is no joy in the world, but there are demons everywhere.

Just when Don Juan was sealed by the demons in his heart, and thus had a conversation with the dead gods.

The Mu Dao man was also looking at Don Juan, who was still moving forward at the moment.

Don Juan walked slowly, like a young child taking a step for the first time under the gaze of his parents.

Black mist kept rising from beneath his feet, like one Hades flame after another, more like corrosive acid than the temperature burning.

And until now, the black mist only made people feel cold.

Even on this hot summer night, this coldness is more like a gift from heaven.

"The demons are starting to exert their strength, and it's troublesome. ”

Looking at Don Juan's figure walking towards him, and the black substance falling from him, it was constantly eroding the soil under his feet.

"The sword rises. ”

I only heard a low groan from the Mu Dao man, and then came out from around Tang Huang, and suddenly four sword lights fell straight down, cutting off the black qi spreading on Tang Huang's body in an instant.

And at this point, the unthinkable happened.

As if he felt his body being cut off, Don Juan, who had empty eyes, suddenly let out a scream of pain.

I saw that his originally handsome face was only endlessly hideous at this moment, and even because of the constant ups and downs of emotional fluctuations.

The black qi that was originally slowly overflowing from his body intensified his speed at this moment, and he kept rushing towards the surrounding sword qi.

The black qi frantically collided with the sword qi, and above these four sword qi, there was also a slow white smoke gushing out, and then dissipated in the air.

It's like the soft iron that has just been burned by the fire and instantly immersed in cold water, making a miserable "whoosh" sound one after another.

What exactly is that black gas?

Isn't it a dead thing?

But Mu Daoren frowned, and then increased the amount of sword qi.

Although Don Juan was his old disciple, he did have a heart for help.

But there is no way, the current situation no longer allows Mudao people to have a trace of compassion.

When the unknown turns into danger, no one can predict the disastrous outcome.

Mu Daoren has been a chivalrous man all his life, and what he is best at is nipped in the bud of evil.

In the blink of an eye, at the moment when Tang Juan was about to break through the sword qi, the fingertips of the wooden dao man broke through the wind in front of him, and he was a little at the door of Tang Juan.

At this moment, I saw that the fingertips of the wooden Dao man suddenly seemed to have starlight jumping, and then the hundreds of sword intents in his body were all counted at one point.

As long as Don Juan took a step forward, his sword would smash Don Juan in an instant.

Be honest, little Don Juan.

Mu Daoren looked at Don Juan, whose eyes were lost, and his always calm heart finally set off some ripples.

There is self-blame, there is regret.

He didn't fulfill his promise with the Hundred Flowers Fairy.

He lamented the loss of a son of Tianjiao on the rivers and lakes.

But at this moment, Don Juan's mind has long been closed by darkness, and he can still get the slightest sound from the outside world.

Therefore, the moment the sword qi in front of him dissolved, Tang Huang, who was controlled by the heart demon, roared and rushed towards the wooden road man.

"It's a pity. ”

At this moment, Mu Daoren's eyes closed slightly, and then the outstretched fingertips suddenly shook, and the sword qi was sent out.

There was only one sword qi, but the hundreds of sword intents contained in it were destined to destroy Don Juan's body from the inside out.

There is no silver lining in sight.

Or maybe it is a blow from the first saint in the world.

Even if there is a heart to stop it, how many people can stop it?

Seeing that the sword qi that shimmered with brilliant light shot straight towards Tang Juan, it passed through the layers of black qi and came to Tang Juan.

Perhaps because of the brilliant sword light, Don Juan's face was pale and bloodless.

......

......

At this moment, in the dark illusion, Don Juan was meditating on his knees, trying to digest the message that the god had brought him.

"Don Juan. ”

At this moment, the voice of the god, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly sounded from the darkness, and his voice was urgent and loud, as if he had encountered some crisis.

"What's wrong?" asked Don Juan, a little confused.

"Your life is short. The dead god said in a deep voice.

"Am I not now?" Hearing this, Don Juan's face was not the slightest panic, and he even quipped.

The dead god didn't pay attention to Don Juan's jokes, because he had been in Don Juan's body for a long time, so even he had a bad personality.

"The pollution unleashed by your inner demon is too severe, and it has caused the Mudao people to take action. The dead god said.

Hearing this, Don Juan also instantly realized the seriousness of the dead god's words, only to see him get up from the ground, look at the darkness around him, and also ask with some embarrassment: "What did my inner demon do?"

He didn't do anything, but as soon as he revealed his breath, he caused the wooden dao man to swing his sword. When he said this, there seemed to be some helplessness in the voice of the dead god.

"Also, after all, when things become incomprehensible to even the saints, there will inevitably be worries. ”

"He's the oldest saint in the world, if he doesn't even know what my demon is, then maybe it's really like you, it's an alien thing. ”

Despite his anxiety, Don Juan also knew that he couldn't do anything at the moment.

"You heart demon is the soul discarded by the Black Dragon Immortal. The dead god was silent for a moment, then spoke.

"Can the soul be thrown away?" Hearing this, Don Juan was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, but now you must release your true qi and connect with me to break through this mental illusion. ”

The dead god said with some anxiety.

"Connection, to put it nicely, is to be "you". Don Juan obviously knew what the god had been planning all along, and he sneered unceremoniously.

"It's okay if you want to understand it that way, but now I need you more than anything else, so I'm not really going to devour you. ”

The dead god did not hide it in the slightest, and said in a calm voice.

"You've said so much, and the sword of the Mudao man hasn't killed me yet, is he really old enough to be that old?"

Don Juan ignored the god's explanation, and asked with some confusion.

"Someone's blocking it for you. The dead god hurriedly explained, and then said to Don Juan repeatedly, "Listen, when you connect with me, you will not be swallowed up by me, but only give you the knowledge I have." ”

And this knowledge is only the key to how to break this cage. ”

The dead god was afraid that Don Juan would not agree, so he hurriedly added.

Zhang Bugou didn't leave, he really deserves to be my good brother.

As soon as Tang Juan heard the words of the gods, he immediately understood that the person who had protected him at this moment was Zhang Bugou, who had just left.

"He won't last long, you have to hurry up and decide. The god's voice kept coming from the darkness, as if urging Don Juan to make a decision.

"At what cost?" asked Don Juan.

"Help me to be resurrected. ”

"A lot of people will die. ”

"No, mortal blood only pollutes my will. ”

"Well, I agreed. ”

Don Juan took a deep breath, then woke up his true qi that had fallen into a deep sleep.

Suddenly, the originally dark vision was suddenly shrouded in dazzling golden light.

At the moment when Don Juan lost consciousness, he saw it with his own eyes.

Not far from him, a huge throne carved out of gold stood majestically.

And on the throne, a giant as tall as 10,000 feet fell into a long slumber.

The giant's body was covered with golden-colored spears, each of which was chained to the void in the distance at the end of a thick chain.

"You've really been killed. ”

In the moments before he fell unconscious, Don Juan subconsciously sighed.