With this sound, the Quartet suddenly trembled.

This last sentence is a roar. Everything crumbled and fell apart in the midst of the roar.

Those fairies, those immortals with fairy wind bones, all disappeared.

This is still just a phantom curtain, otherwise in this monstrous momentum, even the aftermath can shatter everyone.

In an instant, this immortal land was already in tatters, with green moss and spider silk all over the place.

A skeleton with white bones.

These bones have no dim light. These former immortal Daoists have withered away with the wind and moon.

No matter how beautiful the flowers are, there will eventually be a time to wither. No matter how beautiful a person is, the moment when it finally falls.

The rain of flowers has dispersed, replaced only by dead leaves floating in mid-air. The music no longer sounded, only the whirring of the wind, which rose and fell in the fierceness, like the cry of a ghost.

The little fat worm in the primordial space heard this miserable. Suddenly he opened his eyes, thinking that a companion was calling, and the sound replied.

So the misery deepened a little deeper.

In the dark, the night is darker, and the dead ghosts cry empty cities. Nothing more than that.

This former Hua Palace has become a palace of death, except for the four figures present, three living people, plus the sword cultivation that disappeared, there are only those dead tombs.

The lord of the demons, everyone understands, it's just an obsessive longing.

That obsession, the domineering earth-shattering sword intent from the depths.

A mile ahead, there is a path, a bridge made of topaz.

Originally, it was connected to the other shore and was located in the clear lake. It's just that the bridge still connects to the other side, but the clear lake has dried up.

The bottom of the lake has long since dried up and cracked, and it is densely packed. With decay.

"Demon Lord... Master, do you know who this demon lord is, and if he is still in the world, will you be able to subdue him in a battle between you?"

Aoki has always had confidence in Chu Cheng. He is considered to be the most powerful man in the world.

It's just that in the face of the existence of the ancients, there are still unknowns. After all, in the absence of a war, no one knows the outcome of the war.

That sword aura was magnificent, and it was too powerful. Aoki had never felt anything like it. Even its master did not have the momentum of the starry sky.

It's just that Aoki believes that if the master fights with that ancient powerhouse, he will win.

The demonic clone shook his head, not wanting to reply.

If Li Shanling was here, he would definitely say that Chu Cheng would definitely be pressed to the ground and rubbed against this demon lord.

Because there is no comparison between the two at all.

The strong man named the Demon Lord gave the demonic clone a feeling that was no weaker than the one he saw in the historical chapter in the world, in that ruined universe, in front of the Donghua remnant palace, and in the corridor.

That's the Donghua Immortal King.

The strength of this demon lord can be compared to Donghua.

The demonic clone still didn't speak, but kept looking up. Look to the other side of the bridge.

That was the source of the sword intent. What is hidden there?

Is it a sword, or is it the soul of the demon lord?

They had just been caught in a big dream. The dream was short-lived.

It was a flash in the pan.

It's just that this is the deep lingering of obsession.

"Keep going. ”

The demonic clone spoke, and the other side in front of him was buried by a deep mist. But you can clearly feel the majestic power within.

It's powerful. Powerful makes people dare not step forward.

But this power, in the dark, makes the demonic clone have a kind of desire.

He is a demon, but not the best demon. Can the power in the depths make him detransformed?

The white robe at the front began to walk. Extremely fast-paced. Almost in a few steps, I stepped onto the Jade Bridge.

One step, one step. Go ahead.

When Aoki saw the puppet open the way, he followed closely.

"Grandpa, what about those beautiful sisters, what about those delicacies?" Chu Yi was also stunned when he saw the skeletons sitting cross-legged behind the table. But more than that, it's the loss of those delicacies.

"They went to the land that belonged to them. The demonic clone shook his head, reached out and took the girl's hand, and stepped forward.

When they walked to the jade bridge, they felt the roughness of the soles of their feet. A scrubbing sound sounded.

As the years passed, even the originally smooth jade surface began to dry out.

The sound rang out to the other side of the bridge. When the last foot in the black boots stepped on the other side. The grinding sound began to stop ringing.

Suddenly, they heard a terrible roar. His face grew grim.

"It was the man's voice. ”

Aoki frowned and said, "That's right, this is the voice of that sword cultivator." It's just that this voice seems to have suffered the pain of ten thousand arrows piercing the heart, could it be that there is a crisis ahead?"

Aoki was the first to hear it, as he stood at the forefront. It's just that I don't have that ominous feeling in my heart.

The source of the screams is very close to here. Otherwise it wouldn't be so loud and clear.

The next moment, another voice rang out.

This is the roar of the earthquake.

Thunderous roar.

The shaking of the earth, the sound of wind and rain, and the sound of swords.

But the shaking was not a fierce battle.

Do you move on, or do you go backwards, looking for a way to break the domain?

The demonic clone looked up at the depths ahead. There was a glint in his eyes, and he frowned, not knowing what he was thinking.

Aoki and Chu Yi's eyes fell on him. Whether to go forward or retreat, all this still has to be chosen by him.

The wailing and screaming in the distance did not stop, and it continued.

"Forward!"

The demonic body hesitated for a long time, and then thought for a long time. Finally decided to move on.

That feeling of longing grew stronger and stronger in my heart. It is quite possible that there is a revolution in it.

The puppet began to move forward, but suddenly there was a sound of a stone falling into a river between ten steps.

Thump.

When this sound sounded, the figure of the puppet was no longer visible, as if it had disappeared out of thin air.

Aoki followed closely behind the puppet and watched it disappear in front of him.

It's just a moment, it's an instant. And so it was gone.

Aoki paused, hesitating for a moment. In the end, I took that step.

Flowing water moves lightly and gathers from all directions. This flow is imperceptible to even the Divine Sense.

Only the body can feel it clearly.

The next moment, Aoki felt as if he had sunk into the water, being sucked in as the whirlpool underneath was sucked in.

The demonic clone was not surprised by the disappearance of the puppet and Aoki.

Ahead is a high mountain, blocking the flow of the wind and the propagation of sound.

There was only one possibility, there was a teleportation array hidden in front of the mountain.

Without pause, he took the girl's hand and came to the place where the two figures disappeared in a few steps.

In one step, the water envelops both bodies.

Then the two figures disappeared together on the other side of the jade.

When the demonic clone opened his eyes, it was already night.

This is already at the peak of the peak.

This peak is so high that it connects to the top and the starry sky. Since not a single star had fallen, it was dark all around.

You can only see a temple in front of you, with a wooden monument.

This is the tomb, and the wood has cracked. It's rotten.

It has been here for too long, and it has been corroded by time, as if it will collapse and dissipate as soon as a light wind blows.

It's just that there's no wind here, and it's like being stuck in a vacuum.

The difference between this wooden monument and the tomb of thousands of gods is too great, ordinary and gorgeous, without any breath.

In front of the temple, there are two figures.

Aoki noticed movement behind him, turned his head to look over, and pointed a finger into the temple.

And it was from the temple that the screams came out.

The demonic clone nodded, looked at Chu Yi again, and shook his head. This is to signal Chu Yi not to follow forward.

He felt the powerful murderous intent in the temple, and the trembling of the sword.

The demonic clone walked up to Aoki's side, and his gaze fell on the temple.

At this glance, I saw a young man dressed in black, kneeling on the ground with a hideous face.

A thick black gas fell straight from the top of the temple and poured into the head. Let its body swell and be covered with black veins.

Cold sweat the size of a bean flowed down this sword cultivator's forehead and face.

Sweat soaked through his entire robe. His eyes, which were originally closed, had been opened when Aoki and the puppet approached the place.

His hand pressed into the hilt of his sword with difficulty. The killing machine also came from him.

The man's aura grew in the empowerment of the black rainbow.

It's just that he couldn't move at all under the suppression of that powerful power. I could only stare at the few people outside the door with those scarlet eyes in a wailing and screaming.

"Master, do you want to kill him. Aoki took out the hundred-zhang broadsword and erected it in the air, just waiting for an order.

The demonic clone shook his head, and his gaze did not fall on the body of the sword cultivator, but on the statue in front of the sword cultivator.

The statue has not yet taken shape, but it has only a human form and no facial features.

The rush of sword energy. From that statue.

The wailing continued, and the sword cultivator could not bear the initiation of demonic energy.

It's from an unknown force, and the source of everything is in that statue.

The demonic clone shook his head and said, "You don't have to do it. This powerful force, this sword cultivation should not be able to withstand it. If you act rashly, then I am afraid that you will be eaten by this force. ”

The words just fell.

A ray of light suddenly rose, and it was coming from outside the door.

The night was suddenly shattered by light. Broken by the sound of foot.

A black boot walked on the ground full of red leaves, walking slowly, stepping on the broken leaves, making a broken sound.

The sound was not trampled on by the maiden outside the temple, for she did not move.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and as they walked step by step, they showed the dawn.

This is a young man in a black robe, who is graceful and elegant, but he is full of evil spirits.

He walked out of the temple, and his figure penetrated through the figure of the demonic clone, walked outside the temple, and walked on the red leaves.

The man looked up and asked in a dejected voice, "How much is the night?"

There was no answer. Only the slight sound of the man's breathing accompanied him.

"Is there a geometry of the road?"

A mournful, lonely and rich breath gently blew down with the first rays of wind.

Then, finally, someone answered.

"In the bright moon. ”