The gray-white feathers fell from the sky, sensational, like snowflakes, as if covering the entire world.

Such a strange situation immediately made everyone stop, and even the Immortal Immortal King was no exception, looking at the sky with a look of astonishment.

"Where did this come from the feathers?" Lihua asked in confusion, stretching out her hand to continue to take a look.

"Don't touch it!" Sun Jiuyang shouted immediately. At this moment, his eyes were a little lost, and he looked at the sky with disbelief: "This...this...how could he be here!"

"Who?" Zhaoming asked immediately.

Before Sun Jiuyang could answer him, he suddenly heard a light shout, as if coming from outside the nine heavens: "Yu Luochen, Tianshou!"

A terrible murderous aura surged from all directions, as if it was stormy waves. Zhaoming felt a sense of danger in his heart. He tightened his body, but he couldn't do anything, like a stone, stalemate in his eyes.

At this moment, the whole world seemed to have stopped. Whether it was the Immortal King, or the many sub-saints or other monks who were difficult to count, they all stopped and remained motionless at this moment.

Vaguely, it seemed as if something strange was moving through the space and wandering in time. When the strange feeling disappeared and everything returned to normal, Zhaoming was surprised to find that there were suddenly more people in front of him.

He was tall and thin, with a slightly pale face, long hair over his shoulders, and his eyes were sprinkled with sharpness, like an eagle. He was holding a long sword in his hand, neither iron nor stone, but it was woven with feathers. Looking at Zhaoming, his face smiled and felt a sense of evil.

"Who are you?"

"It's really you!"

Zhaoming and Sun Jiuyang said at the same time, both of whom were surprised to take three steps back.

But the weird guy said something inexplicably: "It's really like, even I almost admit my mistake!"

While speaking, he pulled away the feather sword in his hand. In an instant, it seemed like some switch was activated. A large number of red appeared in the world, and blood columns spurted out from all the monks. In the entire battlefield, no one was spared except Zhaoming and the toad frog on his body.

Everyone had only one scar on their body, and in the same position, they were all in the Zi Mansion. The sword was merciless. The Zi Mansion was damaged, the soul was broken, and all of them were scattered.

Flashes of "thump" sounds came, and more and more monks poured down from the sky like dumplings in the pot.

Zhaoming opened his eyes wide, opened his mouth, and could not make any sound. Tens of millions of people were killed by the person in front of him in an instant. It was not a terrifying magical power. Zhaoming could clearly feel that this weird man killed these people one by one by one by speed.

That instant time was not enough for others to blink, but it was enough for the other party to stab a sword in the same place on tens of millions of people.

What a terrifying speed, so fast that it is too conscientious.

After retracting the feathered sword in his hand, Zhaoming felt a flash in front of him. The strange man suddenly had something else in his hand. To be precise, it should be one person. Although his aura was chaotic, he was still powerful. He was not someone else, but the immortal immortal king who took the last move.

This person did not use any magical powers to capture things from a distance. Zhaoming's intuition told him that the other party flew over and grabbed the Immortal King, and then flew over. It was just that the speed was too fast. He could not see any trace at all.

The immortal immortal king at this moment has no powerful and mighty appearance as many breaths as before. There was a sword mark on the purple mansion, and it was obvious that he had not avoided the opponent's attack. If the strong Immortal King had not been too strong, he would have died at this moment.

Although he was not dead, he was not much better. His breath was chaotic, his whole body was soft, and his eyes looked at the weird man, his eyes were filled with fear, as pitiful as a beggar being held by a strong man.

"Who are you?" the Immortal Immortal King asked in one breath.

Zhaoming also wanted to know that he had never heard of such a person in the world.

The weird man smiled slightly: "It doesn't matter who I am, what you have to remember is important. I won't kill you today. You go back and tell others that this place will belong to you in the future and no one will come. Of course, it also includes you. Also, don't tell me what you have seen, otherwise I will only let you shut up forever."

"I..." The Immortal Immortal King forced his breath of true energy, as if he wanted to say something.

The weird man didn't give him a chance, and threw him into the distance, and a light flashed by, and a shadow disappeared in an instant.

What a terrifying strength he was like to treat an immortal king as a doll. Zhaoming felt numb and even felt countless goose bumps bounce on his body.

"It's really... it's you!" Sun Jiuyang said again at this time, looking surprised, as if he knew this person.

The weird man looked back at him and frowned, as if he was thinking about something, but he quickly realized: "It's you, I remember, the person who was following Zhou Cheng's butt before."

"What? It's obvious that Qu Zi is following my butt!" Sun Jiuyang immediately retorted loudly, but in the second half of the sentence, the voice was already weak and unheard.

The weird man smiled and didn't say much.

Lihua quietly popped her head and asked in a low voice: "Why did you kill everyone? Are the treasures on your island so good?"

The weird man looked at Qixia Island and shook his head: "This is not a treasure. She is so precious to me that she is more important than myself."

As he spoke, a deep affection appeared in his eyes, condensed as if he wanted to melt all the stones on Qixia Island.

Lihua frowned again and said, "If you want to stand up and say it, they will definitely not dare to rob you. Many people don't know anything at all, and it's not appropriate to be killed by you!"

Sun Jiuyang looked at her in shock: "When did you become so kind as a crazy woman?"

"You have to care?" Lihua glared at him: "The person who should be killed should be killed, but most people here did not understand the situation at all, so there was no need to kill like this."

The weird man laughed: "I have never agreed with the unscrupulous words of the ignorant. No matter who is, he should be responsible for what he has done. He cannot be forgiven without knowing it. Whether it is forced or voluntary, since he has come here, he is my enemy. Do you still need to show mercy to the enemy?"

"Then why don't you kill the Immortal King?" Li Hua asked.

The weird man shook his head slightly: "It's not a level of opponent to kill too many, it's really boring. Letting him go is just to borrow him to shock others and to avoid boring people here in the future."

"But……"

Li Hua wanted to say something, but the weird man shook his head and stopped him: "Don't ask about these boring things. I have never liked to explain to others. If you say so much to you, you should be content."

"Auntie, don't talk too much!" Sun Jiuyang hurriedly stuffed the pear blossom into Zhaoming's chest, as if he was extremely afraid of the person in front of him.

Zhaoming kept staring at this person, thinking a lot in his mind, and finally asked, "Are you... a demon clan?"

Although the person in front of him seemed not much different from the immortals, the feather sword in his hand also had some special aura, and it seemed that he was not an immortal, but a demon race like himself.

The weird man grinned: "Yes, I'm a demon clan."

As soon as the words came, a pair of wings suddenly appeared behind him, spreading with a bang, gray-white feathers, breathing soared into the sky, and his eyes staring at him were so sharp, as if he was like a king coming to the world.

Zhaoming's heart suddenly jumped up, unable to suppress it, and his voice trembled and asked, "Are you...are you... a demon king?"

"Demon King?" The weird man smiled slightly and shook his head: "I can't count as the Demon King."

He paused for a moment and said, "Do you know? You look very much like an old friend of mine."

"Is Pangu?" Zhaoming asked.

The weird man nodded: "Not bad!"

Zhaoming shook his head: "But I don't want me to look like him. I'm born like this, and I can't do anything about it."

"It seems a little resentful!" The weird man smiled faintly, took out two wine bottles with his hand, threw one to Zhaoming, and then picked up the wine bottle and said, "I haven't drunk with anyone for a long time. Are you interested in having a drink with me?"

"There is extreme happiness!" Zhaoming nodded.

As soon as I finished speaking, I felt like I was being swept by the true energy. When I realized it, I had already arrived at a mountain on Qixia Island.

It felt like I was not moving the place, but more like someone changing the world and changing everything around me.

This is a secondary peak on Qixia Island, facing the main peak of the jade statue. It is clear at first glance.

"Sit!" the weird man said, then sat down casually, looked ahead in a daze, drank sips, and said nothing.

He didn't say anything, and Zhaoming didn't know what to say, so he could only accompany him.

It was not until the bottle was drunk that the weird man suddenly realized: "Sorry, I was so confused about things."

"It's okay!" Zhaoming asked again, "Senior, are you... really not the Demon King?"

He had seen the appearance of the Nine-headed Emperor, but he felt that the person in front of him seemed to be no worse than the Nine-headed Emperor. Especially the occasional domineering aura between his eyebrows made Zhaoming firmly believe that this person must have been the time when he ruled the world.

The Nine-Headed Emperor is the Demon Emperor, but the Demon Emperor may not only have the Nine-Headed Emperor. Perhaps other emperors appeared in the Demon Clan before the Nine-Headed Emperor.

Hearing Zhao Ming’s question, the weird man did not answer directly this time, but looked at him and asked back, "What kind of person do you think the Demon King should be?"

Zhaoming was stunned. He had never considered this question, and how could he answer it for a while. After thinking for a while, he said uncertainly: "The Demon King should be the strongest person."

The weird man smiled and shook his head again: "If you only talk about strength, I am no worse than the demon emperor in your heart. But if you want to speak the word "Emperor in the true sense, I still have a distance."

"The so-called emperor is not only because of his super strength, but also because of his own clan."
Chapter completed!