Chapter 13 Demon

"Little brother, you have to be careful, this Demon Locking Tower will respond to your attacks!" A voice like a silver bell came with a hint of anxiety.

Counterattack? Um...

Mo Hun hadn't yet figured out what this counterattack meant. He only felt a powerful and sharp attack coming from the front. When the demon breath accurately sensed this breath, it was already over and there was no way to dodge it.

That strong attack, induced by the devil's breath, was like the afterimage of a pagoda, golden and illusory.

But such an illusory tower shadow carried a power equivalent to a hundred demonic fingers, and instantly hit Mo Hun solidly. The unsuspecting Mo Hun groaned and was knocked away.

I went out and hit the lake wall hard before stopping. The nose that was attacked first was now collapsed. I couldn't feel the existence of my nose at all. It was just indescribable pain and unstoppable nosebleeds.

, desperately dyeing the water area red.

Compared to the nose, other parts of the body are not much better. The bones on the front of the body feel like they are falling apart at this moment...

Mo Hun staggered towards the center of the lake, and did not stop until he sensed the breath of the Demon Locking Tower. At this moment, the magic beads were spinning rapidly, creating light red rays of light. When these rays of light left his Dantian, they changed into small

Small light particles, these light particles quickly repair Mo Hun's injuries along with the meridians.

Mo Hun raised his strength again, his eyelids drooped, and his body was trembling a little, but he still maintained his posture. After the magic bead rotated two hundred times, he quickly pointed his fingers towards the Demon Locking Tower with two hundred demon fingers.

"No! Stop! If this continues, you will die. It's not worth it for me!" the woman wailed and cried.

Two hundred demonic fingers instantly came into contact with the Demon Locking Tower, and the golden light suddenly became brighter. It immediately reflected an even more dazzling shadow of the tower, and slammed into Mo Hun. Even in the water, it was difficult to cover up the crisp sound of the bones.

The bright blood stained the water where Mo Hun was, and Mo Hun could no longer be seen, just a human-shaped blood mist. The blood mist lay on the ground for a moment and then stood up again.

"Get out of here, get out of this lake. I don't need you to save me anymore. Just give up and walk away. Just pretend that I didn't say anything and that I didn't show up, okay?" The woman was already sobbing.

"There are only two possibilities today, one: I save you, and two: I die here." Mo Hun walked to the Demon Locking Tower shakingly and said intermittently, with a fishy smell lingering in his throat as he spoke.

In just one sentence, several mouthfuls of blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Why are you so stupid? Why did you do this? For what!" The woman sobbed and sat softly on the ground. She could no longer bear to watch this fool's crazy behavior.

"Because you woke me up, I have always felt like a monster since I was a child. I have no friends to play with, no friends to talk to, no... no... they just treat me like a monster, they secretly

Whisper, there is an evil picture on my back, and that picture symbolizes...death."

"No, that doesn't mean death, it means..." The woman wanted to say it, but she stopped herself.

"I want to escape my home, my hometown, escape that time of darkness. Do you know what the price of escape is, do you know?" Mo Hun roared as if he was about to cry.

"You harmed a whole village."

"You know, and only you know, all this, I am a waste played by the sky, right?" Mo Hun shouted the last word, and his body slumped down weakly.

"There are hundreds of pairs of undead eyes staring at you behind you. Don't do this, okay? You will make them even more disappointed." A voice like a silver bell softly passed into Mo Hun's demon consciousness.

"So I have to rescue you, because only you know the secret of the magic bead." After Mo Hun finished speaking, he gritted his teeth and endured the numb pain all over his body, and stood up with all his strength.

"Can I pick up that sword?"

"Yes... um." The woman couldn't hold back her tears anymore, covered her mouth and cried: "The magic pearl is God's will for you after all. There will be no second person in the world who deserves it more than you. This sword

Too."

Mo Hun walked straight towards the sharp aura. With the sense of the devil's breath, he grabbed the hilt of the sword with his right hand and pulled it out from the bottom of the lake with a slight shout. A ray of silver light flashed through Mo Hun's eyes and disappeared in the sky.

It's in the blood-colored lake.

Mo Hun tightly held the sword that seemed to be able to feel his own heartbeat, because the sword was trembling gently with his own heartbeat, and the two seemed to be transmitting something. For a long time...

When the magic bead miraculously repaired the seriously injured body, Mo Hun tried his best to penetrate the energy emitted by the magic bead into the sword. Hundreds of seconds passed in an instant, but the sword was like a bottomless pit, still crazy##

#The energy inspired from the magic beads in the Dantian of the demon soul's body.

"The Sword of the Underworld - Judgment of the God of Death, was supposed to be the object of the God of Death in the underworld, but was brought to the world by a strange man like the wind, causing a bloody storm. Everyone who knew this sword in those years came, and in those years

Everyone was dead, and only me and the man were left. He was superior and sealed me in the Demon Locking Tower, but I sealed him outside Tianshui Lake. Haha, no one can get in without my order.

But without his instructions, I can't leave this Demon Locking Tower."

Mo Hun quietly listened to this mysterious story from hundreds of years ago. It was just a sword, but it ruined several generations of heroes. What a pity.

"A few years later, he came outside Tianshui Lake, sighed, and ascended to the divine world."

"The reason why people are obsessed with swords is because of the ancient legend. The Heavenly Sword - Stream, the Underworld Sword - Death's Judgment, and the Demonic Bow - Xingluo are these three magic weapons. One can control the universe."

"Stop talking." Mo Hun shouted.

At this moment, Death's Judgment has turned from the silvery-white color just now to pitch-black, creating waves of hostility in the faint red lake.

A heavy sense of oppression continued to emanate from the sword, and under the cover of the devil's breath, one could faintly notice that the sword was already beating in line with the heartbeat and pulse, stimulating waves of fluctuations, as if it were a wild horse that had just been harnessed.

,ready.

"Demon sword" Mo Hun roared!

Buzzing….

I saw only one black sword light slashing out horizontally, followed by the second and third, a total of eighteen black sword lights, but the attack speed was so fast that I could only see Mo Hun making a horizontal stroke from left to right.

When the sword stopped, the eighteen sword lights connected to form a terrifying black light curtain, rushing towards the evil Demon Locking Tower.

At that moment, the entire lake was shaking, and the sky and the earth changed color!

Rumble…

The sword light hit the Demon Locking Tower as expected, and the golden tower slid straight back an inch without breaking.

"It still doesn't work." Mo Hun used his magic breath to sense the changes in the Demon Locking Tower in the lake, and murmured.

It failed. This tower was indeed much better than expected. At this moment, Mo Hun had already sensed the counterattack from the Demon Locking Tower.

The roar in his ears almost pierced his eardrums. Mo Hun gritted his teeth randomly, preparing to receive any kind of counterattack. He stood firmly on his feet and held the sword tightly. From a distance, he looked like a man who was not afraid of life and death.

Giant-like.

In a flash of lightning, the golden phantom of the Demon Locking Tower was already firmly attached to Mo Hun's body.

During this counterattack, Mo Hun lost consciousness before he could feel the bone-piercing pain.

It felt like I was falling into an endless black hole, and kept falling downwards.

There is darkness as far as the eye can see, an endless fall, and my body is so light that I can't feel gravity.

Is this the darkness that only those who have to die can see?

Is this a scene that should only happen if you fall into reincarnation?

Is this the end of this unforgettable life?

Haha, this life...

Slowly, even this trace of random thoughts will eventually pass away.

Brother Soul... is Tang Yan's voice...

Mo Hun... looks like Red Clothes, Falling Eagle

Mo Hun...Is Zhang Kui Zhang real?

Memories are like a broken stream, turning into little raindrops, dripping into the depths of memory, stirring up crystal water.

The water flowers bloomed and withered, weaving into a graceful painting, which then became more real.

"It wasn't until today that I recognized you, my master." Mo Hun seemed to hear his own voice, a voice from the heart. To be precise, this voice came from the Dantian. It was also this voice that actually carried a coolness.

Continuously nourish your brain, and then spread throughout your body.

Time passed day by day, and Mo Hun just lay quietly in the lake, lifeless and dead, but the scene around Mo Hun was full of life.

The red lake water slowly rotated, with the ink soul at the bottom of the lake as the center. The bright blood color slowly disappeared from the lake surface, layer by layer, slowly fading away, returning to its original clarity, and the blood color converged.

It formed a brighter red stream and merged into Mo Hun's body one by one. At this time, there was also a vortex in Mo Hun's body. Although it was much smaller than the whirlpool formed by the lake water, it was extremely violent.

The flower fairy in the Demon Locking Tower, Xiaoqiao, has been watching Mohun lying on the ground in the distance for dozens of days, murmuring something, rebirth from blood, Yi Jing Tian acupoint, reborn, and the body of ten thousand demons.

This...could he be: "The Lord of Demons - the Son of the Devil." She kept repeating this sentence in her small head, because she really couldn't believe that the person in front of her was so unlucky and yet so lucky. She
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