Reborn 80,000 Years

A huge black shadow walked out from the depths of the valley, as if it could cover the sky and the sun.

It was a huge body composed of endless black energy. It seemed to be dozens of feet tall. As the black shadow came out, countless latent souls flew towards it from the air and instantly fell into his body. Then he It grew bigger and bigger under the fusion of latent souls, and seemed to have grown several feet longer in the blink of an eye.

Is this the World-Destroying Demon Lord?

Fu Kong shook his head: "This is the shadow composed of the thoughts and spiritual power of the World-Destroying Demon Lord."

"What about others?"

"His people are behind the shadows."

Yang Chen looked behind the black shadow and saw a small figure standing there, looking like a child only a few years old.

"It turns out that the Demon Lord is so young, he seems to be somewhat similar to you."

Fukong didn't seem to like Yang Chen comparing him to the World-Destroying Demon Lord, and said with some dissatisfaction: "I am completely different from him. When did I have such a big and dark shadow?"

The black shadow roared with a shocking roar: "I am the World-Destroying Demon Lord, the Destroyer of Destiny, the Terminator of the World, why don't you bow down and surrender!"

Yang Chen laughed: "So what if I bow my head and surrender? Isn't that just returning to chaos?"

The shadow laughed: "This world is wrong to begin with. You are actually willing to act as that woman's accomplice, which is even more wrong!"

"So tell me, what is right?"

The black shadow roared: "Chaos!"

Before he finished speaking, he slapped a huge palm down from the air, like a black cloud that suddenly fell from the sky, and struck Yang Chen with boundless pressure.

The palm of his hand brought up a strong wind that swept over the sky, and countless tribes of the Six Gods were swaying in the strong wind.

The spiritual power was like a torrential rain falling from the sky, rushing in overwhelmingly, washing away everyone's bodies.

Yang Chen drew his sword, and the sword light shot into the sky, as if it wanted to pierce the overwhelming palm.

The giant palm fell, Yang Chen was slapped under the palm, and his body was enveloped in black energy.

For an instant, he seemed to be standing in a chaotic space.

There was nothing around, no World Destroyer, no Six Divine Clan, no Mu Lingyun and Floating Sky, no trees in the valley, only endless mist of night mist.

The mist in front of him suddenly gathered into a figure, which was the first person he killed after waking up in this world.

The man looked at him with a sneer and a trace of resentment, then showed a crazy killing intent and rushed towards him thinking about him.

Yang Chen waved his sword and roared: "Kill!"

The sword light fell, and the man was shattered into pieces.

The broken figures dissipated in the mist, and the mist surged with the breeze, and suddenly condensed into seven figures in front of him.

"It's you seven again?" Yang Chen sneered: "You all come together!"

The seven figures instantly turned into seven galloping and roaring black wolves. The wolves' mouths opened, and their ferocious teeth seemed capable of tearing everything apart.

"It's the Swift Wolf Kung Fu again!"

When Yang Chen faced the opponent he had defeated before, his face was filled with murderous intent.

He swung his sword and slashed wildly. The sword light was scattered, and the seven black wolves were shattered.

The black mist flew away and condensed again. Countless lights and shadows flashed in front of him one by one, and he killed them one by one.

Those opponents who had fought against him, those who had wanted to kill him, those who had been defeated by him, appeared in the black mist one after another, launched attacks on him again, and were used by him again and again. Sword light slashed to pieces.

The murderous intent on Yang Chen's face has become stronger and stronger, the look in his eyes is almost crazy, his sword has become more and more powerful, and he has become less and less scrupulous when using the sword.

A familiar figure suddenly appeared in the mist, his father Yang Shan.

But Yang Chen has fallen into a kind of madness, and it seems that there are only enemies in front of him.

The sword light flashed again, and Yang Shan's figure was also crushed by the sword energy.

"ah!"

He suddenly woke up and realized who he had just killed.

A laugh came from the black mist, and the sound was full of sarcasm and ridicule.

A crack appeared in the mist, and a beautiful figure walked out of the crack. She slowly walked out of the door, looking at Yang Chen with cold eyes. Her deep and bright eyes seemed to be devoid of any earthly emotion.

And her appearance seemed to surpass all imagination in this world.

Her indifference, her beauty, and her words can only make people look up to her and worship her.

The Queen of Red Dust!

No, this mortal world is fake.

Her dress was black, her hands were black, and only her pupils were pure white, and that blurred pure white seemed to be filled with incomparable emptiness.

These people, these people who had been killed by him and appeared from the mist one after another, including his father Yang Shan, including the queen of mortals in front of him, they were all fake.

The mist surged on Hong Chen's face, and there seemed to be a hint of cynicism and sarcasm: "Kill! Yang Chen, as long as you kill everything and cut off everything, you can become a demon!"

"Becoming a demon?"

"Yes, if you don't become an immortal, you will become a devil!"

"What's wrong with becoming a demon? You can kill them without restraint. It doesn't matter whether they are relatives, friends, or the Queen of the Red Dust. You can kill them all happily!"

"Have you forgotten that it was this woman who joined forces with Emperor Jingxin to kill you in your previous life?"

"Are you willing to submit to her?"

"kill!"

Yang Chen looked at the phantom of the Red Dust Queen, with a look of pain and hatred in his eyes, and the sword in his hand stabbed out instantly.

The sword light was like a rainbow, splitting the body of the Red Dust Queen in an instant. Her body gradually shattered and dissipated in the sword light, but a smile appeared on her face.

"Kill well, Yang Chen, keep killing! Don't stop!"

A figure walked out of his body, stood opposite him, and slowly turned around to face him, with a cold smile on his face. Looking at him, Yang Chen seemed to be looking at himself in the mirror, but that himself was dark and cold.

"Amo!"

"I told you that you have too many obsessions in your heart. As a warrior, you should cut off the world of mortals, cut off the seven emotions and six desires, and have no desires or desires!"

"But now, you are bound by family ties. For warriors, this is a taboo! It will also become the straw that breaks your heart in the future! It may even become your fatal weakness!" A Mo's voice slowly came from his mind. It came slowly, and the voice became extremely serious.

Yang Chen looked at Ah Mo blankly: "What should I do?"

"Kill me, kill yourself!"

"Kill myself?"

"Wake up. The road to becoming a strong man is doomed to be lonely. Don't let foreign things disturb your mind."

"kill!"

"kill!"

Yang Chen roared wildly, almost losing his mind completely. He swung his sword and thought about cutting himself in the fog. In the sword light, Ah Mo's figure was instantly shattered, but Yang Chen felt as if his heart was suddenly stabbed by a cold sword intent, and his whole body felt horrified.

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.