Shadows cover the inside and outside of Zhouyuan.

In the snow field in the late night, there are only countless snowflakes in the night sky, and there is no star, but you can clearly see the shadow extending from the old city of Snow.

The shadow is darker than the night and colder than death. It represents the will of the Demon Lord. No matter how dazzling the sword light passing through it is, it cannot be broken in a short time.

However, the sword light is already powerful enough and even has the ability to compete with the shadow. The sword light cannot cut the shadow, but can easily cut down many other things.

For example, the arms of the terrifying third demon general and the throat of the seventh demon general.

The Seventh Demon General covered his throat and slowly collapsed like a mountain.

The sword light returned again, entered the sheath, and converged its breath.

However, neither the dying Seventh Demon General nor other powerful demons changed any emotionally because of this scene. This deadly killing game was full of fearsome indifference.

Su Li lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking. He held the hilt of the sword in his right hand, and his black hair was already spread on his shoulders, dancing gently with the cold wind in the night, like a demon and a god.

The black robe's eyes penetrated the deep ocean and fell on him, and said calmly: "Your daughter is about to die, and you are about to die. What would it feel like?"

This sentence is undoubtedly a psychological offensive, and it can even be said to be very crude and simple psychological offensive, but simplicity does not mean that there is no power. Black Robe is to use this sentence to break his state of mind.

Su Li raised his head and looked at the black robe and said calmly: "Since you want to kill me, why do you have to let these guys take turns to fight? Keep adding firewood into the fire, and it will only be burned to ashes."

"As long as you add enough fire, you will always put out the fire at a moment." Hei Rou said calmly: "This kind of tactic may cost more, but it can guarantee that you will die."

Su Li was silent because he knew that the black robe was right.

The shadow from Xue Lao City isolated his connection with the human world, and there were many real strong men in the demon race who did not take action, such as the legendary demon coach, and the black robe was always just sitting quietly. In order to kill Lishan uncle, the demon race made very careful arrangements.

This arrangement involves inside and outside Zhouyuan and the distant southern continent.

No matter what countermeasures the strong men in the human world have, it is too late. The power of the Demon Lord is preparing, and the Demon Elderly Association in the Snow Old City is also waiting.

This kind of killing method is to kill. The black robe needs to use a sufficient number of demonic strongmen to polish off Su Li's sword intent and momentum, and kill the opponent in such a simple and even somewhat irritable way.

Because only this method will not cause any accidents.

"You are the most dazzling star in the human world since the war. You have brought too many surprises to this continent, and you know I don't like surprises the most."

Black Robe looked at him and said.

Su Li remained silent for a long time and said, "No, I won't die."

The black robe's voice rose slightly, and she seemed a little interested, and asked, "Oh? Why?"

Su Li looked at him and said calmly: "There is no reason, no reason. I just think I will not die. Similarly, I believe that girls and those children who represent the future of mankind will not die."

Heibo said, "I really appreciate that you have such unreasonable confidence before you die."

Su Li smiled again, with snow in his pupils, as if he was about to burn.

You can be afraid of pain, but you can't be afraid of death, especially you... Why? Is death worse than pain terrifying and gloomy? And why do you have to say the word "special"? Why can't you be afraid of death?

During the process of falling to the abyss of death, Xu Yourong thought of this sentence and many things that spread out from it, and suddenly understood some truths, so she opened her eyes.

Why can't she be afraid of death the most? Because she is a phoenix, her fate is destined to be to constantly temper her soul between death and pain, until a certain moment, she can quietly welcome death so that she can usher in a true new life.

Is this what it means to live to death? Empress, are you just going to tell me this? In just an instant, Xu Yourong felt that the endless abyss in front of him suddenly became brighter.

At this time, she was seriously injured, her true energy was exhausted, and the poison was eroding her body and spirit. However, the truth she realized made her calm like never before.

It kept falling, and the wind between the cliffs blew the blood at the corners of his lips like a line of fire.

There were countless pearly light spots in her eyes.

Going towards the bottom of the abyss, she calmly waited for the arrival of death.

Calmness is a fearless attitude, but not ignorance. She senses the gloomy and coldness of death, experiences the true meaning of death, and then begins to fear again.

This fear does not mean that she has left her fearless state of mind, but is still a perception, a clear and clear perception deeply engraved into the spiritual world

Only this great fear brought by death can inspire unimaginable energy in the deepest part of her spiritual world core, the energy hidden in her blood

The majestic energy began to burn, and began to let her enter a strange state of consciousness and trance. As death gradually came, a soul deep in her body woke up.

That is the soul of the phoenix, and also her own soul.

That was herself that she had never looked at or even discovered before.

She opened her eyes, looked at the dark and invisible abyss and the invisible but cold night wind, and truly understood Xi's fate.

Fate made her leave the Saint Maiden Peak and come to Zhouyuan.

But fate is not that she meets Nanke, but that she meets herself.

Meet another self, the most real self.

This trip is worth it

In the process of falling to death, she felt infinite emotion.

In the dead abyss, in the quiet cliffs, on the high dusk valleys, and in the vast world in Zhouyuan, a clear sound suddenly sounded.

The voice was not mature, with a little childish intention, but extremely clear.

Compared with this clear sound, the previous Nanke's clear whistle suddenly seemed not grand enough.

This clear sound is the sound of a young phoenix.

The kingly spirit is fully revealed in this phoenix sound

Nanke stood quietly on the cliff, not knowing whether to pay tribute to the death of the fateful opponent, or to sigh that his life will return to loneliness from now on.

After a while, she turned around and walked towards the stone plaza between the cliffs.

This man has passed away. Although there is some expectation of melancholy and emptiness, more people are still satisfied. From tonight, no one can fly in the same sky with her, which is very happy.

Then, the phoenix rings across the cliff.

She stopped, turned to look at the night sky outside the cliff, with an incredible expression on her face.

A pair of fire wings appeared in the night, illuminating the cliff, and flew into the distance with Xu Yourong.

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