nyslfriends Chapter 483 The incomprehensible whirling
Chapter 483 The incomprehensible whirling
Chapter 483 The incomprehensible whirling
The ferocious killings finally disappeared, and the netherworld became deathly silent again.
Shang Chunru was so tired that he fainted. After all, he had not accomplished all the work. The four humane sages couldn't help but feel a little regretful, but they still nodded to Jiang Moshu and turned into points of light and disappeared into the netherworld.
"Hua Hong, wait a moment, I will send her to Emperor Yama."
Jiang Moshu said casually, turned around, picked up Shang Chunru and fell into the underworld without paying any attention to it.
Feng Hu panted heavily, waved his claws at Dao Zi's back, looked at the heavy ghost mist, smiled calmly, and quietly adjusted the demon body, but made no other movements.
Emperor Yama struggled to stand up, looking a little surprised, "Aren't you afraid that he will run away?"
"If he could run, he wouldn't be Yi Huahong. Eight Demon Saints died here. As the Demon Transformation Emperor, he will naturally take responsibility."
Jiang Moshu paused and continued quietly, "Perhaps, I just came down like this because I wanted him to go away. Without Jia Yunzhen, Fenghu doesn't matter."
The Lord of Xingtian smiled mockingly to himself, not wanting to think that there would be times when he didn't want to face the cause and effect.
Fighting with an old friend is like the spring breeze inviting the bright moon to have a fight, like the false scenery causing melancholy, and in a trance, it seems like there is frost in the heart and mourning in the heart.
It seems that I am not yet a talented person...
After thinking for a while, Jiang Moshu said to Emperor Yama, "Master, why don't you take them to the Ghost River first? Support from the sect's gods and demons should be arriving soon."
"Let the tiger return to the mountain but... forget it, you make your own decision." Emperor Yama sighed. As one of the few people who knew the truth, he understood the deep cause and effect between Feng Hu and his disciples.
When he was drunk at a young age, his karma was so great that he implicated all living beings in the world. Even Wangui Peak was able to accept the Lord of Xingtian as his disciple. It was all because of this that he became famous as a double hero in the world.
How the cause and effect will be resolved depends on the decision of the disciples. It is really not convenient for others to say anything.
A hero cherishes a hero, a hero kills a hero.
With a heavy sigh, Emperor Yama reluctantly rode the soul tide, pulled up the Human Emperor and the two little ones and disappeared into the vast mist.
Jiang Moshu was silent. Suddenly, he seemed to sense something, and Ruya Daozi's mouth couldn't help but feel a little astringent.
Maybe a moment ago, there was still a slight possibility that Feng Hu would leave alone, but now...
Jiang Moshu gently stroked the bone knife in his hand, as if he was injecting the fire in his heart into the blade. The bone knife trembled gently, as if he could feel the determination in the heart of the knife owner.
He looked up to the sky and smiled without restraint, holding the knife in his hand and his life hanging in the sky.
Ruya Daozi stepped on the shoulders of the red-haired god and demon and rushed towards Shen Chen Mingwu.
He took out something in his left hand and took a quick look at it. His eyes narrowed slightly, but his posture became more upright, as if he was going to do something unfinished and go on a date that was a little later in life.
Jiang Moshu broke through the fog and met Feng Hu's eyes...
Each of them saw joy, regret, and murderous intent in each other's eyes.
"I would like to congratulate Hua Hong for attaining the title of Demon Saint." Jiang Moshu smiled and cupped his hands.
Now that the opponent's fighting spirit has broken through, his delusions have been shattered, his true nature has been established, and his blood has been stirred up to become a demon saint, he is no longer suitable to be a yoke to the demon master, and it is imperative to kill him in the netherworld.
"If I had escaped just now, I might not be able to break through the Demon Saint in this life.
It was almost a mistake just now, but fortunately, I felt shameless in the end, but it was a pity for Mo Shu's kindness. "
Yi Huahong waved his paws, with an apologetic expression on his huge tiger head. Feng Hu's monster body, which was originally about ninety feet, had grown to about four hundred feet.
"That's fine. For me to end the cause and effect here, it doesn't mean that I bully the small and have no martial ethics." Jiang Moshu smiled and flicked his fingers, and the vast wave of true water suddenly appeared in the netherworld again. Covering the sky and the earth, this area of Netherworld is completely blocked.
A faint starlight shines from the three realm flowers of Mingtan, and merges into the waves, floating and sinking, turning into a beautiful and imaginary scene.
"Moshu, since you know that I won't escape and will definitely share life and death with you here, why do you need to make such a fuss?" The Demonic Emperor Hua Zhen couldn't help but feel a little strange. He didn't hide it, and directly spoke out what was in his heart. Confuse.
"Huahong, if you and I meet, I will give you a decent face."
A look of understanding suddenly appeared on Feng Hu's face, the king's talisman flashed slightly, and a deep voice came from the fanged mouth, "Moshu, you haven't changed, but I don't have no chance of victory. Your I am aware of all kinds of magical powers.
However, when I was promoted to Demon Saint, you know nothing about the bloodline magical powers I gained. If I am lucky enough to fight with you and die together, it will be considered a blessing. "
"I'm afraid you won't be willing to fight with me and die together..." Ruya Daozi sighed softly.
Yi Huahong laughed, but as he laughed, his voice became smaller and smaller until he fell silent.
Opposite the four-hundred-foot-high Feng Hu, the elegant Taoist disciple had disappeared, leaving only a handsome young Taoist with bones hanging over his forehead, red lips and white teeth.
The same thing as before, the man is still stepping on the shoulders of the gods and demons, and the jade-white bone knife is still in his hand.
Feng Hu only felt that the bitterness in his mouth was unbearable, and the astringency made his tongue tighten. After a long time, he sighed, "Mo Shu, just now I really didn't have any thoughts of fighting for my life. I just wanted to use all means to escape and tell Yun Everything I see right now.”
The young Taoist shook his head gently, "I said that day in Chelei Demon Court, Huahong, you have to be careful in everything and don't expose any flaws to me. Since you have fallen into this netherworld, and since you are unwilling to give up your fighting spirit and escape, then You and I will put an end to the cause and effect of Ten Thousand Demons in the Forest."
"Jade Concubine urges Yu?"
"It's fake. I've always been pretending."
"Ghost Mother Shen Caiyan?"
"She is the main soul of Wangui Banner and also my ghost maid."
Feng Hu closed his eyes in pain. Although he knew the truth, he seemed to be humiliating himself.
So much persistence, so much speculation, is like a ridiculous joke, laughing at myself, laughing at Yunzhen, and laughing at all the demon courts, for being manipulated by the opposite party.
Keep cutting, the reasoning is still messy, and the self-deprecating body is still decent, which is the resentment in the eyes, the worry in the heart, especially the feeling in the heart.
"Moshu, you are willing to treat me with dignity and make me understand, thank you!
But I have to go all out, leaving you alive is too dangerous for the demon clan and Yunzhen. "
The young Taoist flicked the bone knife in his hand, and Headless Xingtian appeared behind him in an instant, slamming his axe and shield.
"Then Huahong, be careful. Yun Zhen is not wrong. Xingtian is always here. Since I have to send Huahong off, I must go all out."
"Sure enough, Mo Jian is you, Yu Gui is also you, both heroes have one life, and both heroes have the same nature. I won't lose unjustly. I only hope that one day, Yun Zhen will be able to see the truth." Feng Hu laughed loudly, his forehead The king's talisman suddenly lit up, and a ball of white light suddenly appeared above the word "king". The fierce wind turned into a storm sweeping through the netherworld, which contained his persistence, his fighting spirit, and his oath.
No fear, no regrets.
"Have a good journey Huahong. When I cleanse this world, I will go to worship you and Yunlou." There was no wind or wave in Jiang Moshu's eyes, no sadness or joy, as determined as ice and snow.
Gods and demons pounce on me, like the bright moon shining on me, like a red lotus blooming in an instant, like a trapped fantasy dream that is difficult to understand, like an epiphyllum that is difficult to understand for a moment.
This chapter made me feel heavy when I wrote it, so I’ll take it a moment. I’m short of 2000 words and will make up for it tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)