He was about to die, but Han Si didn't feel cold in An Jiuxiao's arms.

I heard from the old man in the clan that he was very cold when he died.

But An Jiuxiao's arms are so warm and gentle.

It made her feel that death seemed to be nothing more than that.

Perhaps dying in his arms is also a destination for her.

fine.

Han Si looked up and looked at Jian Yu behind An Jiuxiao. Instead of crying, she laughed.

She tried to tiptoe and kissed An Jiuxiao's lips: "Scholar, if there is a next life, would you marry me?"

An Jiuxiao was a little surprised at the lips that suddenly kissed.

The pupils that had already been possessed by the first were slightly wider, but after hearing Han Si's words, the corners of their eyes were slightly bent.

It is clearly blood-red eyes, but it is as bright as a crescent moon.

He kissed Han Si's lips greedily, but he didn't have time to answer.

Jianyu has reached the forefront of the two of them. If they step up one inch, they will turn into clouds and smoke.

But at this moment, An Jiuxiao and Han Si's lips kissing each other suddenly opened and said, "I have three questions!"

His voice was not loud, but it seemed to come from the sky, with a bit of ethereal like the void, which made people deafening.

When he spoke the first sentence, the figures of the sixty-seven long swords were frozen in place.

The old man was stunned, and the expression on his face twitched slightly: "What's going on!"

He couldn't believe what he saw, his sword rain array was actually controlled by An Jiuxiao!

"impossible!"

An Jiuxiao is just a scholar who has not practiced yet. The difference between ordinary people and monks is huge and earth-shaking!

Even if he is now possessed by a demon, he shouldn't have such power!

"Drop it to me!"

He couldn't hold back any longer, and he shouted again, and at the same time, he formed seals with his hands and controlled the sword formation to fall.

His disciples also formed seals at the same time, forming a sword formation again, and also manipulating their own sword shadow to fall down.

Unfortunately, their efforts seem to be of little use.

Everyone's sword was less than five inches away from An Jiuxiao, and it swayed slightly, but it had no intention of falling.

It seemed as if by An Jiuxiao's side, the space and air were frozen.

There was a powerful barrier that completely isolated their sword formation.

The sword body kept shaking, and the sword shadow began to tremble, but it just couldn't get down.

An Jiuxiao ignored the danger behind him and continued to speak: "The first question is, I want to ask people, what is good and evil?"

His first question was still illusory, but the vibration in the air was greater than before, which made the dozens of monks who arrived felt stuffy on the spot, as if they were hit by a big bell.

Not only is the skin sore, but even the ears are roaring constantly.

An Jiuxiao was obviously far away from them, but his voice kept echoing in their ears.

It was as if An Jiuxiao was standing in their ears and questioning loudly, wanting them to hear clearly.

"The second question is, can heaven and earth be kind?"

——Bang bang bang!

As he asked the second question, a deafening explosion sounded in the air instantly!

Sixty-seven sword shadows hanging in the air behind him began to crack in an inch of mad tremor!

Seeing this, the old man's eyes were so bloody that he was overflowing from the corner of his mouth: "This, how is this possible...this is impossible!"

An Jiuxiao, who has no cultivation, can actually break his sword formation directly!

Moreover, without taking any action, he completely defeated his sword formation with his own pressure alone!

An Jiuxiao's third question rang out at this time, but it was not asking him, but it seemed like he was asking himself.

I saw him tilted his head and looked to the southeast corner of the sky.

There is the temple.

Every year in the past, all the villages and towns of human race would carry out large-scale sacrificial activities, and worshipped the temples in the southeast.

Many of them have never seen the appearance of a temple in their lives, and are not qualified to see the gods.

But they believed in this god without doubt and worshipped a continuous stream of faith towards the temple.

Sometimes An Jiuxiao wonders whether it is their human race that relies on gods to survive, or is the god who needs them?

The existence of gods is good or bad for the human race.

Even though they live in the ruins of God and are called God's people, they do not seem to be much more special than others.

Those who were chosen as attendants of God never came back, and no God gave them a happy life.

But they just believed, believing that they were still alive because of the existence of that god.

But An Jiuxiao didn't believe it. Could it be that the human race outside the divine realm would be dead without the favor of the gods?

At that time, An Jiuxiao guessed that it was not that the gods existed, but that they existed, and that the gods existed.

But that god was always arrogant, and he did not give the human race enough strength to resist the dangers that could come at any time.

He is always unattainable.

At this time, he was already possessed by the evil side of others.

but......

"The third question, who has said... God is good!"

This time, An Jiuxiao's voice did not concentrate on a small town, but stretched for thousands of miles, almost spreading across half of the divine realm.

Both the human race and the demon race were shocked, panicked, or thought deeply about this deafening question...

Yes, who says that the existence of gods is good?

Since he has never favored us, why do we believe that he is good?

It is said that there are gods who raise their heads three feet high.

But the gods exist, there are still death, there are still pain, and there are still blood...

The human race relies on its own strength to survive. Where is the god they believe in?

That day, An Jiuxiao's voice spread throughout half of the divine realm, allowing everyone to hear a different voice for thousands of years.

That day, the monks in Fule Town were seriously injured and their realm plummeted, but no one died at An Jiuxiao's hands.

He took Han Si away and headed to the heart of the demon clan.

It was also there that he, who was about to be completely possessed, met someone.

He is indeed a human being, a human race like An Jiuxiao, and he is not possessed by the devil.

When An Jiuxiao and Han Si arrived, he even waited early in the center of the demon clan.

Originally, Han Si brought An Jiuxiao here to find a place for him to settle down, but he did not expect to meet a human race here.

What's even more strange is that countless demons crawled at his feet.

They called him - the demon lord.

A human race, demon lord!

An Jiuxiao's bloodline was almost collapsed, but he seemed particularly gentle in the chaotic demon realm like a breeze.
Chapter completed!