Chapter 12 Thirteen!

(I think the name of this chapter is very personal)

Wow, Wuff, Wuff...

In the demon palace, under the throne with only 17 steps, Lin Fan stepped on the twelfth step, looking more and more solemn, and his breath couldn't help but become heavy. His face showed hesitation for the first time, with some regret and sadness, and even... fear.

The demon emperor looked at all this with great interest. The injury in his body determined that he could not move, let alone take this opportunity to kill the ants in front of him. However, he knew what would happen to the people who were deeply trapped in the seventeen steps, but he was not in a hurry. He just stared at Lin Fan quietly, trying to see from his face that he was now What a painful past you are experiencing.

Unfortunately, what will people who walk through the steps see? Only the people on that step know it. Even every time they walk, what they see will be different. The former demon emperor, that is, when his father experienced him, let him walk through this step. He saw his previous life and saw many things that he never He still remembers what he noticed, the coldness of heart palpitations.

So he was curious about what he saw that could scare the stubborn ant in front of him and show that fear.

No one knows what Lin Fan saw at this time. In fact, he didn't know what he saw...

In front of them is a panicked street, with shops and vendors on both sides. Those people looked at the source of the street noise with a look of fear on their faces.

It was a man and woman who were not very clear about each other. They held a baby in their arms and were surrounded by a group of black-robed people who were all dead and wrapped in chains.

Lin Fan, who has been to the middle domain, knows that these people are the killing weapons of the middle domain and the death guards of many masters in the human world.

Being surrounded by such a large number of dead guards, the strength of the men and women in the middle of the street must be very terrible.

Lin Fan looked at all this in silence, with a feeling of being out of the matter, but extremely nervous about the young man and woman. Somehow, he always felt that the breath of the man and woman was very kind to him. He lowered his head and took a step forward with a vague guess.

It was this step that made the picture in front of him break in an instant. At the same time, some unknown suction forcibly pulled him over. After a whirlwind, Lin Fan found that the surrounding scenes seemed to have been enlarged a lot, and his vision became much narrower.

He turned his head and looked ahead in puzzledly. The persistent back image of a blood-soaked and holding a black sword was like a mountain, blocking the number of horrible enemies in front of him. Seeing this person, Lin Fan's pupils subconsciously shrank and he wanted to open his mouth to speak, but he found that his voice had turned into a tender cry, sad and fragile.

With his crying, the body of the man in front of him seemed to tremble. He tried his best to turn back, but he had no strength to turn back. Lin Fan watched his body submerged in those dead guards, watching him throw the black sword in his hand at him, and then he didn't know anything. .

The picture was broken again, and the surroundings turned into a simple and warm room. Lin Fan looked down at his thin and short arms, as if he understood something in an instant.

squeaky-!

The wooden door of the house was pulled open from the outside, and the sun squeezed in like a waterfall through the crack of the door and shone into this small room.

Looking at the figure who was illuminated by the sun on his back and could not see his face and expression clearly, Lin Fan thought sadly, this should be his mother, right?

The woman standing in front of the door is indeed his mother. However, from this picture, he can't see the other party's appearance or hear the other party's voice. He only feels the faint, weak and imperceptible connection, which emanates from her and gives feedback to his heart.

"Wow!"

Lin Fan wanted to speak, but there was still this tender and sad cry in his throat. In a moment, he seemed to see the woman in front of the door crying, and crystal tears slipped from the corners of her eyes. Then, she turned around resolutely, leaving only Lin Fan a back and a vague and unhescurable back.

He saw some strange people standing outside the door. They took their mother away and took them to the abyss without sunlight. The feeling of heart like a knife invaded Lin Fan's nerves. He gritted his teeth, and his eyes kept flashing with hesitation. Finally, the picture was broken again and turned into a wide and tall body. Shadow, he turned his back to Lin Fan. Lin Fan looked up at his back and didn't say anything for a long time. The atmosphere was a little frozen and depressed, like a picture that could be broken at any time, with some terrible feelings.

The wide and tall figure slowly turned around. Although his face could not be distinguished, Lin Fan knew that he was the god-like black figure who had been helping him.

Judging from his pure black eyes, it seems to confirm some thoughts of Lin Fan. This man is the Lord of Death, but he is not the Lord of Death who has always helped him.

Lin Fan noticed that this was a wasteland, and the land under his feet was dry and upturned. The sky was gray and dark, without a trace of color. It was surrounded by a dead silence, and a strange atmosphere permeated the air.

He took a step forward, approached the tall Lord of Death, looked directly at the calm but fierce eyes, and said lightly, "I don't know what's going on now, and I don't know in what form you are in front of me, but I hope you don't get in the way, because I will kill you."

The Lord of Death looked at him silently without saying a word, but his tall body trembled slightly and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but finally made no sound.

Lin Fan stretched out his hand behind his back and did not touch his ancient sword. After laughing at himself, he walked firmly to the Lord of Death. "I know what you are, and I also know I'm afraid of you, but I still have to wave this sword."

"Kill you, and then kill the demon emperor."

"Kill me?" The Lord of Death looked up and stared at Lin Fan's empty hand. The gray sky seemed to light up with his eyes, and the earth began to tremble slightly. The dry soil began to break into powder, turning into one giant hand after another, and grabbed Lin Fan.

But at this time, in Lin Fan's empty hand, there was an extremely ordinary iron sword, just like the sword he used when he killed a grandson of an elder of Tianmen and fought back. It was so ordinary that there were no characteristics that people could remember, but it was so murderous.

Lin Fan held the hilt of the sword and felt the strange but familiar touch transmitted from the palm of his hand to his heart. He suddenly smiled with some comfort. He looked up at the huge earth and sand palms. A sword split out diagonally, without any power in it. Only the determination to kill the world was to move forward. The momentum was poured on the sword made of mortal iron, directly split the giant hand to block it, split the Lord of Death in front of him, and then walked forward firmly and walked forward without hesitation.

In front, Xuanwu raised his head and showed a fierce light, but Lin Fan cut it with a sword and rushed forward without hesitation.

Qinglong appeared and killed!

White tiger, kill!

Rosefinch, still kill!

Even when Canglong appeared, Lin Fan's sword did not hesitate to kill directly, almost splashing snow all the way and stepping in the unknown direction ahead.

The blood of those strong men stained his way forward. At this moment, Lin Fan seemed to become a god of killing, and his whole body was full of decisive killing. Even if the familiar couple in the dream was blocked in front of him, Lin Fan still raised his sword and killed the two people in front of him.

However, when they fell down, Lin Fan's breathing was a little short. He slowly returned to calm and smiled in a low voice, "It's really a novel trick. My father has been dead for a long time, and my mother doesn't know where she is locked up. How can she appear in front of me?" If you really have this kind of ability, why are you afraid of me like a ghost? After all, the rotten emperor needs to end with death.

Suddenly, the twisted scene in front of him turned into a shadow. Lin Fan's pupils shrank slightly, and he immediately smiled bitterly.

"You also want to stop me?" Looking at the girl in front of him, Lin Fan felt that his lips were full of bitterness, and the words he spit out were extremely slow and astringent, like a helpless sigh.

"You disappoint me so much."

The beautiful face showed a strong sense of disappointment. She stared at Lin Fan with a sharp and mean voice.

Lin Fan raised his eyebrows, and the sword light that stopped sprinkled out like splashing water again. He tore up the beautiful woman in front of him, put her desperate face in his eyes, and whispered, "Xiao Xiao will never stop me. Don't try to challenge my bottom line."

Poo- poo!

Those fragments turned into streamer, and finally condensed into many people. Whether they were friends or enemies, they appeared in front of him, but they were killed one by one by him. The sad screams wrapped around his body. Lin Fan's fingertips trembled slightly and finally stopped at the end of the wilderness, where there stood an old man and a woman.

"Duncle, aunt." Lin Fan smiled and said, "I knew you would also appear."

The two also smiled, but as soon as this smile was revealed, it was swallowed up by Lin Fan's sword light and turned into fragments.

"You think this kind of trick will make me flinch, but it only makes me more angry. Although they are illusory, every time I kill someone, I will count on you. Huang Futian, you could have died, but you have to die now. Cutting the two closest people in his life under the sword, Lin Fan finally showed a faint sadness and sarcasm between his eyebrows, like a wounded lone wolf, revealing his fangs and preparing to bite the man who dared to challenge his bottom line.

As his words fell to the ground, the world was suddenly broken. When he raised his eyes again, he saw the proud face of the demon emperor.

He did not habitually rub his fingers, nor did he narrow his eyes, let alone speak. He just raised his feet and calmly stepped on the thirteenth step.