The Demon Lord has too many aliases

There was a fierce struggle in his eyes, and his whole body was trembling.

There seems to be another person fighting for control of the body.

Such an association makes others feel chilly.

Only Yan Weilou remained calm.

He closed his eyes and spoke slowly: "Mo's family in Jiangbei Province obtained a unique skill from a secret realm more than a hundred years ago, which is called the "Soul Evil Technique." destroy.

"...However, most of those who practice this skill end up going crazy, nine of them go crazy, and Mo Yubai, the eldest son of the Mo family, went crazy and slaughtered his entire family, leaving only one year. The younger brother Mo Yufang escaped by chance, but fell into the devil's path again and changed his name to Du Jiuyou.

"The many clues obtained in the past have been connected together to explain the incredible thing.

Yan Weilou was just sorting it out at this time.

"...You arranged the "Soul Evil Art", right?" He said in a descriptive tone, "Mo Yubai didn't become obsessed with it, but was transformed into an incarnation by you.

"" Even a half-demon body cannot survive for tens of thousands of years unless the soul is immortal and seizes the body to incarnate.

The Mo brothers are outstandingly talented and are your chosen targets.

” In this way, many things can be easily explained.

For example, Du Jiuyou would always go crazy and go crazy from time to time. After going crazy, he would not remember what he had done before. Maybe he was under the control of Bai Emperor.

He had already left the seeds in Du Jiuyou's body, so he could control the opponent at critical moments.

For example, a few months ago, Yan Weilou deliberately exposed Xuan Tianfeng's move to install supervisors in the sects of the world. This had already caused people all over the world to criticize Xuan Tianfeng, but he himself took the opportunity to gather the entire demonic path. This was a great way to deal with Xuan Tianfeng. At the right time, the master of the Beidou Demon Palace, Du Jiuyou, suddenly went crazy for no reason and massacred nearly ten thousand people in three mountains and nine villages in the Daheng Mountains. The people in the world who were still madly denouncing Xuantian Peak were suddenly shifted to the targets of the crusade. Aiming at the vicious and cruel demons.

This also included Yan Weilou, who had become the leader of Huangquan Sect at that time.

Now that I think about it, it was probably Bai Di's handiwork.

There are many such things, and if they are done, they will leave traces.

When Xiaoyao Tower collected similar information together, it was easy to conclude that every time Du Jiuyou went crazy, the biggest beneficiary was Zhitian Pavilion, who was on the same side as Xuantian Peak at that time.

Du Jiuyou, who had been standing quietly on the spot with a look of struggle in his eyes, heard Yan Weilou say firmly, "Mo Yubai is not possessed by madness, but was transformed into an incarnation by Emperor Bai, and then slaughtered." As soon as he said these words, his body suddenly started to tremble violently.

——He seemed to be greatly stimulated.

Others were still shocked by the truth, and saw Du Jiuyou, who had been standing still, suddenly raised his arms little by little, his movements stiff and sluggish, as if there was another force pulling him. .

The color of struggle in his eyes was quickly fading away, and a profound power emanated from them.

Suddenly, everyone else was shaken to their souls by an invisible force, and their faces showed signs of pain. The seriously injured Yan Weilou was shocked, and his face turned three points pale. He coughed and raised his palms.

"Du Jiuyou" moved his body and was about to flee far away.

Faint forest-white flames burst out from Yan Weilou's fingertips.

Although the Tianyuan Tribulation Fire burns nothing, its essence is actually the vitality that burns.

This is also the reason why he gradually stopped using this move after his cultivation level improved.

But at this moment, "Du Jiuyou", who had just jumped into the air, suddenly stiffened and staggered.

Immediately afterwards, pitch-black flames suddenly burned blazingly on his body from the inside out.

"Damn it! You..." Bai Di's furious voice changed his tone just as he came out.

"I...will die by my own hands!" In the blazing black demonic fire, Du Jiuyou laughed loudly, with deep hatred and contempt in his laughter.

"...Are you worthy of someone like you?" The blazing flames burned the air, and a soul finally emerged from the flames, with an extremely depressed expression.

He glanced at Yan Weilou with hatred and said nothing. His soul slowly faded away little by little, but it was not dissipated. It was more like water droplets blending into the sea, blending into the world and waking up one day in the future.

"Yuan, you wait for me..." With deep reluctance, Bai Di thought to himself.

He had survived being sealed in the Vast Sea Realm back then. The worst he could do this time was to sleep for a few more years... But at this moment, the expression on his face froze, and he suddenly showed a look of deep panic: "Why? Yes!" He suddenly lowered his head and looked at Yan Weilou, no longer as calm as before: "——It's Hanhaijie! What did you do? If it's true, then he is really panicking now.

When there is a way out, even if he fails ten thousand times, it is not enough to make him despair, but once the way out is cut off... Yan Weilou has stood up at some point and gently spread his palms: "There is no way, you are too difficult to kill. , of course I have to make more preparations.

” “… For example, the Hanhai Realm that you have turned into your base camp, I am very curious, why do you want to deify yourself and build a temple, and why do you value the faith of believers so much… I am even more curious, what will happen to you if you lose the temple and believers?” As he said this, the curve of Yan Weilou’s lips changed a little, gentle, ethereal, like the breeze and bright moon.

At this time, he seemed more like Yan Wulun, the owner of Xiaoyao Tower.

He was also more like the person in Baidi’s memory.

——This made him startled like a conditioned reflex, and his heart suddenly warned, giving rise to an extremely bad feeling.

The next moment, Baidi’s face changed drastically.

If someone is proficient in the art of looking at qi, he must be able to see at this time that he was originally full of luck, with countless faith powers coming continuously, and invisible threads merging into his soul , you can vaguely hear countless people shouting the name of Baidi.

Even though his luck is declining now, there are still countless threads coming from all directions to maintain his soul.

——The Book of Heaven is a fragment of the gear of fate. It once surpassed all realms. Baidi accidentally obtained the body shaping method from another world from it and shaped himself into a god.

As long as there are still people who believe in this god and remember his name, even if he dies, he can wake up again in his faith, and his soul will never be extinguished.

With the help of those people's faith, he has survived for too many years.

And now , these threads all broke, and an extremely terrifying backlash force surged with them.

In mid-air, cracks appeared on his soul, and the invisible threads broke, causing his soul to shatter, and large cracks spread.

Then came scenes after scenes.

That was the distant Hanhai Realm - the temple collapsed, the statue of the emperor was pushed to the ground, and countless people trampled on it. The residents of the Hanhai Realm who once fanatically worshipped him were now madly resenting and cursing him - he had deliberately unsealed the demons, created a disaster for the human race, and calmed the disaster with his own strength, incarnating countless people's hearts. The savior in the story.

When all the truths were revealed, the savior became the creator of disasters, and the supreme god became a despised demon.

Just as the thread of faith around Baidi broke, Yan Weilou also sensed the power from the dark, and it seemed that a scene appeared in his mind.

In the holy city, the temple that originally belonged to Baidi had been demolished. In the new temple, the statue of "Saint Master" Yuan stood quietly. Someone carved it out inch by inch by hand. In the empty temple, he quietly stared at the statue, like a fanatical believer craving for the favor of the gods, or staring at a lover who had been in love for a long time.