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"The most handsome god fell, holding the keys and chains of the bottomless hell. He opened the door of hell with the key and locked himself in the deepest corner of hell. Behind him, he carried thirty-six pairs of wings of fire, which was a symbol of his endless power. After countless eras of fire, he was reborn in the flames of boundless hell. A new world was opened up by him, and he became the new king of kings.

"This is the origin of the demon. He and the Heavenly Emperor's mother once jointly held the fairyland of heaven. In order to prove the results of the mixed Taoism, he gave up his noble status and unparalleled power in the fairy world, volunteered to experience 100,000 years of hard practice in hell, and finally opened up his free world and attracted practitioners with common practice.

"The human world is the source of the ten worlds and the source of all gods and demons. The demon master asked to prove his Taoist fruit, and he had to enter the human world and complete the beginning of his original practice. However, after the battle of the First Gods, heaven and earth were separated, and all the gods were in the newly opened heaven and could not easily enter the world. In particular, he, who is regarded as the demon world by the immortals, is extremely strict. As the head of the demon world, the demon master is also a big wind, and the seal received is set by Sanqing himself.

"If the demon wants to re-enter the world, he needs to open a gap on the seal that blocks the two worlds. No matter how powerful he is, he will only be bounced back intact. Only the human world does not have this scruples, but the human world cannot accept the yuan gods and immortals, and ordinary monks can't have such a powerful power.

"The world is not a piece of iron. It is originally a group of paranoid monks who gather achievements in order to prove the fruits of his delusion. Not everyone wants to help the Demon Lord. The Demon Lord is not omnipotent in his free world. Even Bo Xun and Brahma don't obey him very much.

"Only I am the most loyal partner of the Demon Lord, and only I can understand what a great thing he is going to do. The hearts of the world have not been around for a long time. The etiquette and music are broken, the benevolence and righteousness are full, and the beast cannibalism. The way the devil seeks is to push everything back and then perform the grand event of the opening up of heaven and earth and the inferment of all things. Only in this way can he fully deduce the way he seeks.

In the empty hall, the heavy light of black and black hair clenched his sword and sat in front of Wuchen, who incarnated as Longyuan. Listening to the latter in a calm tone, he talked about the past that happened countless eras before, the demon lord opened up his free world. At this time, he did not know what this ancient legend would have to do with himself.

When Wuchen confidently said the devil's plan, he smiled and said sarcastically in a sarcastic tone: "Do you want to push it down and do it again? You are easy to calculate, but what does it have to do with me? What's more, if it is really done for you, won't I be among the hundreds of millions of innocent creatures who died unjustly?"

"No, you're not." Wuchen looked at the heavy light with a solemn look, and his eyes shone with a hot light: "The demon's Dharma body cannot travel through the door of time and space. If you want to successfully come to the world, only the yuan god can come out of the body and incarnate into the world."

"A thousand years ago, when Yongjia Nandu and Wuhu was in chaos, the middle-earth creatures were suffering. The resentment of the tragic Han people covered the sky and disturbed the laws of the ten-way world. It was such a once-in-a-year opportunity that I narrowly escaped from the demon world and came to the world. Our plan starts from this moment. Forcing Xu Xun, banishing Guo Pu, and disturbing the Taoism of Sanqing in the world is only the first step. For the next thousand years, I have been looking for the incarnation of the devil.

"You should have seen Ou Yezi, who is a reincarnation of a genh from Brahma. At the level of Daluo Jinxian, the yuan gods can be differentiated, and each of them has an independent personality, which is the origin of the split. Ou Yezi is not Brahma, and Brahma is not Ou Yezi.

"The incarnation is different from the split body. The incarnation and the Buddha are one and two in one. The unity of each other is basically one."

Chongguang said impatiently, "You have talked so much. What does it have to do with me? Are all the people who are free in heaven as wordy as you?"

"Don't you understand? Haven't you had any strange dreams for so long?"

"Strange dream?" Chongguang was stunned and remembered the strange dream he had had, mixed with blazing fire and bone-piercing ice. He always thought that it was the night his parents were killed, and the situation of hiding under the ice reappeared, but in retrospect, after the revenge, this dream still troubled him and repeated it over and over again.

"Even if there is any dream, it's just daydreaming." Chongguang's tone was very calm and did not show his emotions. I don't understand what my dream has to do with you.

Wuchen suddenly stretched out his hand, twisted a strange formula, and then shouted softly. The dragon sword on Chongguang's back rose and made a clear dragon call. Looking at the dazed heavy light, he said slowly, "The demon has cut out three incarnations in total. The first is the heavenly master Xu Xun, and the second is the sword god Shen Shengyi. And the third one left is you! I sacrificed the dragon sword, repelled the white tiger's body, recovered the three incarnations of heaven and earth, and severely damaged the five Luohou. The purpose of all this is to create you!"

"What are you talking about!" Chongguang pulled out the royal dragon sword and felt that the flying sword couldn't help jumping in his palm, and he could not suppress it. An unprecedented panic appeared in his mind. This panic only appeared when the Xiao family was in distress at the age of six.

A strange feeling permeated his heart, and his expression gradually became in a trance. The Royal Dragon Sword was connected to his mind, sensing the fear in the master's heart, and suddenly became uneasy. In the endless sea of knowledge, nine giant dragons are rushing and roaring.

Wuchen looked at it with a smile and felt that everything was under control: "At first, we set up a bureau in southern Xinjiang to lure Ou Yezi into the place where the bones were buried and steal the remains of the mythical beast to refine the sword. We took the opportunity to destroy the seal and want to break the boundaries of time and space and attract the demon yuan god into the world. It's a pity that Guo Kui was nosy and ruined our bureau.

"Later, I personally entered the world and wanted to attract the demon to become the throne, but unfortunately, they were stubborn and stubborn. They were single-minded to prove the results of Sanqing and refused to return to the demon's true body. Xu Xun is like this, and so is Shen Shengyi. I have been painstaking and lonely. I have been wasted by them twice. Xu Xun flew to heaven and Shen Shengyi was reincarnated. Now, you are my last hope, and I will never allow a little mistake.

"The array I gave to Luo Hou is not the Jiuqu Yellow River at all, but the ten unique arrays of Shangguqi. I took the original life of the five Luohou and laid out these ten strange customs. This place has become a Jedi. Even the three Qing statues can't detect the abnormal movements here. When I urge the Tian Tower to pull the power of the nine stars, you can combine with the nine yuan gods of the demon master and return to your original face. When you restore the original appearance of the demon, you can sacrifice the dragon sword to the extreme and summon the nine ancient dragon kings, so that people can return to the wilderness and recreate the world. At that time, even if Sanqing detects it, it will be too late.

The mind of heavy light gradually blurred, and there seemed to be a hot fire in his body, but it was cold outside. The dream and reality seemed to coincide, and he gradually couldn't distinguish the differences between each other. Wuchen's voice echoed in his ear, seemingly far away and near, full of strange charm.

"Now I offer blood and spirit and sacrifice to heaven and earth; in heaven and earth, I am the only one; cut off my love, and the dust will disappear. Please return to the throne--"

With his dream-like voice, countless lights suddenly rose in the Tongtian Tower, illuminating the whole tower. The tower was originally made of brass, but at this time it is like layers of glaze casting, which is extremely transparent between the top and bottom. The dust-free robe gently frayed the sleeves and sent the heavy light to the top of the three-story tower. He danced with his hands, threw Xue Hao's body to the underground palace and landed on the empty high platform in the center. Then he flicked his fingers and bounced three yellow lights, which fell to the south, north and east respectively, and turned into three Taoist gods with different shapes.

Wuchen recited words in his mouth, constantly chanted ancient spells, and changed countless magic seals with his hands. Once each reprint is formed, it will immediately evolve into colorful brilliance. The light gradually flourished, and finally gathered into nine beams of light of different colors, falling vertically from the sky, covering the high platform in the beam of light. The bodies of the nine people on the high platform became transparent when they were illuminated by this light. From a distance, they could see that there was a purple circle in each person's body swimming in their bodies and gradually overflowed out of the body surface.

Chongguang has fallen into a magical dream at this time. What he saw in front of him is a scene he has never seen in his life, which is broader and more grand than what he saw in the Underworld Mountain. The boundless flames are burning under their feet, but people don't feel hot, and the touch is bitter cold. The sky is an iceberg high into the sky. At the foot of the iceberg is a large iceberg. He seems to be a giant who stands upright. His legs are deep into the bottom of the sea. When he looks up, he sees the clouds in the sky. There seemed to be something behind it, which was extremely heavy. When I turned around, I saw thirty-six pairs of huge wings burning red flames, building high on both sides, as if they were going to flap their wings at any time. However, the body is locked by indestructible chains, and no matter how hard it struggles, it can't get the most desirable freedom.

He has gradually lost himself, and the distant memory buried in the depths of his heart has gradually recovered. With the memory of this life, he has gradually blurred the boundaries and can no longer distinguish his identity. Who the hell am I? Why do those pictures that have never been seen before seem so familiar now? An ancient ballad came to my ears, praising the unrivaled achievements of the great demon king at the time of the creation of heaven and earth, and the voice sounded so kind.

There were bursts of thunder from the dark sky, which was so beautiful in this almost solidified world, as if to break the eternal world. With every thunder, his heart jumped inexplicably and he vaguely felt that something extremely important was happening. He raised his head, and two dodge lights emitted from his red eyes, shining straight into the sky. As if to echo him, eight pillars of light fell vertically in the sky, surrounding him in the center. Then the ninth beam of light cut through the clouds and shone on him. Suddenly, there was a "bang" in the spirit, as if something had broken.

Then the chain that locked his hands and feet broke one after another and completely turned into a pile of scrap iron. He was freed from the bondage and felt strangely comfortable all over his body. He stretched his muscles and bones, as if he felt that it was not comfortable enough, and then looked up to the sky with a long roar and spit out the ten-thousand-year-old depression in his chest.

Nine beams of light staggered, coming and going around him like horse lanterns, and finally condensed into a ball and wrapped him in it. There is a strange power in the light, repairing his physical wounds. He felt like an old silkworm in the cocoon, waiting for the moment when the cocoon broke and turned into a butterfly.

In the deepest part of the memory, a call suddenly sounded: "Heavy light--" At first, it was just a very faint sound, and gradually became loud, from one person's voice to the voice of several people, and each voice was so kind. Then one familiar face after another appeared in front of him, father, mother, master, uncle, as well as senior sister and brother, Yunlan and Yunduo, and the "big brother" that she had never heard before.

"Who am I and who is Chongguang?" The condensed mind and consciousness were shattered by this call, as if the painted board had been re-split. Two completely different consciousnesses fought in his mind, and he felt that his head seemed to be about to crack.

"No--" Chongguang suddenly roared in pain, bit his teeth fiercely on the tip of his tongue, and immediately spit out a mouthful of blood. Although it was extremely painful, it kept his heart clear. He opened his eyes, and the confusion in his eyes had disappeared, replaced by a resolute and decisive look.

He waved his hand, and a dragon roar sounded. The dragon sword turned into a five-color strange light, which was already three feet in front of his chest. As his mind locked, he cut straight to the dust-free head with an unprecedented determination.

This is a hopeless counterattack. He has tried his best, but there is no chance of winning. The enemy in front of him is unprecedentedly powerful, far beyond his lifelong cognition. The gap between the two has crossed the world, just like an ant to a giant.

He doesn't expect this attack to have any effect, but he simply doesn't want to wait to death, let alone become another person. He saw Ou Yezi's tragic death with his own eyes, and knew that whether it was a split or an incarnation, it was extremely cruel to be replaced by himself. No matter how thorough his cultivation was at that time, he was no longer himself. Instead of disappearing, it's better to make a wave blow.

At this time, the whole Tongtian Tower was full of brilliant lights. Countless long lights were placed on the three-storey walls of the tower, and I don't know when they had already started. The partition between each layer is as transparent as glass, and nine beams of light rise from the high platform of the underground palace, reflecting the world and countless lights.

Wuchen has already closed his eyes, saying words in his mouth and singing ancient spells. His tall and thin body is only a hundred feet away from Chongguang, but this journey is so long that Chongguang tried his best to use the fastest invisible sword escape in the world, and it is also extremely difficult to get closer by a foot.

The space seems to have condensed into a mass of stagnant water, blocking countless strange pressures between the two. Chongguang inadvertently looked up at the sky and saw a huge candlestick radiating brilliantly on the top of the three-story tower. Above the candlestick, a huge whirlpool was hovering crazily, and a black portal was faintly visible between the whirlpools, getting bigger and bigger. No one knows what kind of demon king will come to the world from this portal at the next moment.

He grited his teeth and brought the sword front inch by inch in front of Wuchen. Since his life, he has had hundreds of battles, large and small, and has never been so difficult and dangerous. At this 100 feet of distance, every step, the real yuan consumed is massive. In a trance, he seemed to return to the ten-foot red dust left by the sword god that he had walked through in the Qishan tunnel.

The tip of the dragon's sword finally reached Wuchen's throat. As long as he sent another point, he could pierce the body of the big Luo Jinxian-level demon king. A strange feeling rose in Chongguang's heart. Although he felt unprecedented oppression, Wuchen did not have any other counterattack, which made him feel a trace of uneasiness.

"Boom--" At the moment when the tip of the sword touched the dust-free skin, the old man's whole body suddenly glowed with golden light in front of him, and then something happened that made the heavy light stunned and strange. From the whirlpool directly above the sky, a black lightning struck and fell on Wuchen. Wuchen's eyes suddenly opened without making any indication. The void behind him suddenly cracked a gap, and then Wuchen's body seemed to be grasped by the invisible big hand and dragged him back. Wuchen only had time to shout angrily: "Bo Xun--" and then disappeared with this gap.

After the lightning, the whirlpool in the sky seemed to have exhausted its strength and gradually shrank. Finally, it spread in the air, and the black portal disappeared. The beams and lights in the Tongtian Tower also disappeared one after another, and the peace and boundless darkness were restored between heaven and earth.

Only a pair of confused eyes emit a burning light in this confused night.