Start: Confined By The System And Become Mentally Ill

"Withdraw troops!"

Looking at the young man's thin figure, the high priest said these two words without hesitation.

However, the Demon Lord was unmoved, shook his head, and said proudly: "I don't want to wait any longer. I don't believe it. Millions of demon warriors, plus fifty masters of the third level of Shen Dao, can't suppress him." one person."

The high priest opened his mouth, his lips trembled twice, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Because in her heart, she was unwilling to withdraw her troops at this time.

"Guards, help me disperse these traitors." The Demon Lord waved his hand and gave the order with great arrogance.

A silver-white torrent rushed over from behind.

This color seems incompatible with the overall darkness and depression of the Demon Realm.

This army is the elite of the entire demon realm, and it is also the greatest confidence that the demon lord dares to set foot in the vast world.

The silver torrent launched a charge against the controlled army of 250,000 people.

The two torrents of black and white soon collided together.

The imperial guard was like a sharp sword, passing through the Earth Dragon Demon's army and dividing the entire army into two.

However, the scene that followed was not as beautiful as the Demon Lord imagined.

When the two armies were fighting together, an explosion occurred.

Without any warning or delay, the controlled army self-destructed almost instantly.

"Boom——!"

There was a loud noise, and a scorching black light lit up between the sky and the earth. Almost everyone was blinded at this moment.

Then a fiery wave rushed out of the melee army.

Accompanied by an earth-shattering noise, roaring energy rose into the sky like an overwhelming sandstorm,

The scarlet blood mist blooms coquettishly, like enchanting and gorgeous flowers from the other side, competing for beauty.

The demon army, 250,000 elites, self-destructed.

This power actually evaporated the surrounding seawater in a short period of time, and the diffuse steam enveloped the entire battlefield.

At this time, Lu Chuan's sword move started again, and the long sword that had submerged in the sea flew up from the sea and fell into his hand.

Looking at the steam filling the sky, Lu Chuan gently waved his sword.

"Six of Swords: Snow Resentment."

A bit of water vapor turned into water droplets, which landed right on the tip of the killing sword.

The water droplets splashed and spread, turning into water droplets.

However, the scattered water droplets stopped strangely in the air.

The round and lovely water drops were frozen at this moment.

This frozen drop of water seems to be a signal of death.

Starting from the tip of the killing sword, an unimaginable cold air roared out.

The next moment the steam that filled the battlefield was frozen, then the sea surface, and finally even the air was not spared.

Lu Chuan struck down with his sword, and this place became a hell of ice.

In the frozen world, you can see many figures in the crystal ice.

"Sword One: Tianshang."

Lu Chuan raised his sword again.

A sword was raised towards the sky, and the sword energy on his body also rose into the sky at this moment.

The sky was dyed black, and even the roaring God-Destroying Thundercloud was insignificant under the soaring sword energy.

The black sword energy that rushed to the top of the sky turned into countless long swords.

Then, it rained swords from the sky.

The hell of ice began to shatter under the impact of the sword rain.

The frozen demon army also turned into powder along with the ice.

"Boom!"

It seemed that Lu Chuan's murder was unbearable, and the law of heaven began to show its power.

A red god-destroying thunder rushed down from the sky.

"Cerebral palsy stuff."

Lu Chuan sneered coldly and swung his sword towards Lei Jie with his backhand.

This time the God-Destroying Thunder was not as lucky as last time.

It was directly cut into pieces by a sword.

"You deserve to die. Kill my millions of Demon Realm sons."

A roar sounded in the rain of swords in the sky.

A red field suddenly erupted, covering the entire sea surface.

Countless bloody runes flickered in and out of the field.

The demon lord's whole body was ignited with blood-red flames, like a fire god coming to the world. With extreme pressure, he slowly walked towards Luchuan.

While walking, the avenue roared and the space cracked.

Waves of cold cries sounded in the cracked space, as if the dead souls were weeping their unwillingness in blood.

While walking, the Demon Lord gave a loud order, "High Priest, take the people back first."

"No, Xing'er!" The high priest's sad voice sounded. Xing'er was the nickname of the demon lord.

In the entire Demon Realm, only the high priest is qualified to call him that.

Hearing this sound, the Demon Lord was stunned for a moment and stopped moving forward. He lowered his head and something seemed to be flashing in his eyes.

"Can you allow me to say goodbye?"

There were no sparks flying as expected, only the calm voice of the Demon Lord was heard.

When the Demon Lord said these words, he seemed to have foreseen his own death.

That's why he said the words "farewell".

However, facing death, the Demon Lord seemed very indifferent, even calm.

Lu Chuan sheathed the killing creature and nodded: "You can go back too, I'm not too interested."

The Demon Lord shook his head and refused to allow Lu Chuan to let him go.

"When you make mistakes, you have to make up for them. The mistakes I made can only be made up for with this life."

More than half of the army was lost, and the two most elite armies of the imperial guards and the earth dragon demons were completely wiped out, and the foundation of the Demon Realm was shaken.

It would probably take tens of thousands of years to make up for such a loss.

All of this, the Demon Lord believed was the result of his own arrogance.

If he can open the field before the more than 200,000 soldiers self-destruct, he can save the remaining army.

It's just that there is no such thing as "if" in this world.

The Demon Lord is a proud man.

Proud people will not tolerate their own mistakes, let alone their own failures.

He was determined to pay for his mistakes and use his life to fight Lu Chuan.

"Death!" Lu Chuan straightened his body as a sign of respect for the Demon Lord, "Okay, I'll wait for you."

Lu Chuan has never been very patient, but now he is willing to wait for the Demon Lord, which shows that he has recognized this proud person from the bottom of his heart.

"Thank you."

…

When the Demon Lord came back, there was another person beside him, a woman wearing a veil.

Lu Chuan didn't know what they said, but it was obvious that they were going to die together.

The woman looked at the Demon Lord and smiled sweetly, almost squinting her eyes in happiness.

They held hands and never separated.

Just like when she was a child, she held him and walked through the bustling streets of Shanghai.

It's just that his hands were small at that time and she could hold them easily.

His hands were now so big that he could hold her hand easily.

After spending tens of thousands of years together, they finally let go of everything and come together at this moment.

Time is speechless, but it explains everything.

No one knows what happened that night.

People only know that on this dark night, a noble young man walked towards the million-strong army in the Demon Realm.

The lightning tribulation in the sky was cut through, the millions of demon army disappeared, and the Eye of the Nether Spring was sealed again.

Tianyuan Continent escaped this catastrophe.