Reborn 80,000 Years

The fog had become thicker. Yang Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and walked forward slowly.

Nan Mingli's fire sword condensed into a ball of light and shadow in his palm, emitting cold sword intent from time to time.

The wind howled and the mist surged.

He slashed with his sword, trying to split the confusing fog, but a huge gap appeared in the fog under the light of the sword, but it quickly closed again.

The moist and thick mist seemed to have invaded his body, making every step he took difficult, and every step he took was a heavy burden.

He killed everyone, including himself, and there seemed to be nothing but hatred and murderous intent in his eyes.

In the mist, Mu Lingyun's figure suddenly appeared.

The mist seemed to suddenly have a touch of agility and some holy light and shadow because of her appearance.

Her long skirt swayed lightly in the wind, as fluffy as snow, and her skin looked even more white and crystal clear in the dark mist, like delicate porcelain under the moonlight.

She looked at Yang Chen in horror, her beautiful eyes full of fear and love.

She saw the murderous intent in his eyes and the twisted and crazy look on his face.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Yang Chen sneered and smiled ferociously, "You are also a phantom! Come on, let me kill you! If you kill you, I will fulfill myself!"

"If you don't become a fairy, you will become a devil!"

"kill!"

"don't want!"

Mu Lingyun shouted, her face full of horror: "I am Lingyun, don't you recognize me?"

Yang Chen laughed wildly: "I have killed everyone, everyone, including myself. Now, let me kill you too! After killing you, I will fulfill myself, the most carefree person." I will never be able to defeat you who is strong!”

Yang Chen drew his sword again.

But Mu Lingyun did not resist, let alone use her Fiery Immortal Body. Even if she used it once, she could resist his sword.

The sword light penetrated Mu Lingyun's body, but she did not fly away in the mist like those before.

Blood flowed out of her body and fell into the air as the sword light was drawn out, turning into a rain of flowers all over the sky.

When the sword light penetrated her chest inch by inch, she kept looking at him quietly. There was no trace of pain, no complaint or hatred in her eyes, only love and compassion.

"ah!"

Yang Chen suddenly woke up from confusion and madness, and then he was stunned, and suddenly realized that the Mu Lingyun in front of him was not a phantom!

He killed the person he loved the most!

He stepped through and hugged Mu Lingyun's shaky body.

Mu Lingyun's face turned pale due to blood loss, but her eyes were still full of love when she looked at him, as if he was everything to her, and except for him, nothing else mattered, including her life.

She slowly raised her hand and gently touched the blood stain at the corner of his mouth, trying to wipe it away, but her hand was soft and weak.

"I know you didn't mean it, and I also know you must be having a hard time right now!"

"But promise me, never forget yourself!"

Tears welled up in Yang Chen's eyes, and he sealed the acupuncture point next to her wound to stop the blood flowing out.

"Don't say anything, I'll take you out!"

He carried Mu Lingyun behind him and walked forward.

A short figure emerged from the mist.

He looked like a seven or eight-year-old child, but his face was as shriveled and wrinkled as a dried walnut, and his eyes were full of vicious hatred and sarcasm.

The World-Destroying Demon Lord!

"There's only one step left! Yang Chen!"

The World-Destroying Demon Lord sighed with great regret: "You are only one step away from becoming a demon!"

"This woman should not have appeared at this time. She has harmed you, and even more so herself!"

Yang Chen roared angrily and slashed at him with his sword.

The sword light gushed out from his palm and turned into colorful lights and shadows all over the sky. The violent sword intention carried the endless anger in Yang Chen's heart and rushed towards the World Destroying Demon Lord like a huge wave.

The World-Destroying Demon Lord suddenly disappeared, and a graceful figure walked out of the mist.

Another Mu Lingyun.

The mist formed around her body into a fluffy skirt that swayed gently in the wind. Her eyes were like two morning stars in the mist, flashing with a vague sadness.

"You killed me!"

She sighed quietly, her tone full of sorrow.

"She's fake!"

Mu Lingyun behind her weakly whispered in Yang Chen's ear.

The Mu Lingyun in front of her pointed at her chest. There was a hole there that seemed to be filled with nothingness.

"Look, I have no heart anymore!" She looked at Yang Chen sadly: "You have no heart either! When you killed me, you also broke your own heart!"

Yang Chen looked at her quietly. Although he knew that she was fake and the dying Mu Lingyun behind him was real, he still couldn't help but feel pain and sadness because of her words. Every word she said Every word was like a sharp sword, piercing his chest bit by bit.

"Kill her!"

Mu Lingyun behind her said weakly.

"don't want!"

Mu Lingyun in front of her exclaimed, as if she had just been stabbed through the heart by his sword.

Yang Chen's body trembled in pain, as if he couldn't bear the torture.

Mu Lingyun in front of her chuckled: "Look, you were so cruel just now, but now you can't bear to do it!"

"So, you can't become a god or a devil."

"You are a human being, and your feelings are your fetters and shackles! In ten thousand years, you will still die in the hands of the Queen of Red Dust and Emperor Jingxin like before, because you will never be as ruthless and righteous as them !”

"Wow!"

A ray of red light was like a sea wave, continuously seeping out from Yang Chen's body. The light instantly illuminated the surrounding fog. The black fog retreated like a tide, and the surrounding air was also in the ebb and flow of the two forces. Fluctuated violently.

Slave mark!

A red rune suddenly appeared on Yang Chen's chest, and blood-red light emanated from the rune, carrying an irresistible pressure that dispersed the surrounding black mist.

This is exactly the contract that Yang Chen signed with Ah Mo to suppress his slave mark.

The Mu Lingyun in front of her screamed in pain in the blood-red light, and her face became ferocious. As the light became stronger and stronger, her figure gradually shattered, drifted away, and finally disappeared.

All the fog dispersed, and Yang Chen saw a short figure standing quietly dozens of feet away, with two eyes like will-o'-the-wisps dancing in the dark night, filled with anger and hatred.

Behind him, the corpses of the Six Gods were scattered all over the ground, and the situation on the battlefield seemed to have suddenly changed because of the appearance of the black mist.

A Qilin covered in golden scales was stamping and charging at the Six God Tribe tribesmen crazily, raising its four hooves and causing a shower of blood.

Di Yan is crazy!

In the mist, he failed to control his inner demons, his mind was bewitched, and he had become crazy and bloodthirsty. He could not recognize where the enemy was and where his comrades were. Even the soldiers of the Qilin tribe did not escape from him. Kill!