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Chapter 781: Demon King's Death

No matter if your heart is hot and your blade is cold, or you are filled with resentment and anger, once you step into the killing calamity, you will have no control over yourself.

How many saints have long looked forward to immortality, but in the end they just laughed or complained, perishing in vain in the calamity and struggle?

Look at how many Taoists pass by, and some of them end up dying or going crazy and losing their minds.

After all, in the rolling water, rise and fall can happen in an instant. One does not seek to leave any trace on heaven and earth, but only to live in harmony with the times. In the catastrophe, everyone shines in the struggle for victory, which is nothing more than a fight between dragons and tigers.

Jiang Moshu looked at the Luminous Demon Emperor quietly, his eyes were as stern as ice and snow. Since he had already risked his life, the honor and disgrace, the martial ethics, were all a joke. He was willing to give him some dignity, but he would never give up any chance of winning.

What's more, demons and humans are inherently incompatible, and there is absolutely no room for any compromise. The Northern Frontier Buddhist sect that wanted to achieve a peaceful relationship between humans and demons had already been personally suppressed by him in a magnificent killing array.

Although the great world is vast and broad, not an inch of it is redundant. It cannot tolerate the Great Free Emperor to invade and build his nest, nor can it tolerate the Demon Saint to devour it at will.

This is the path he has chosen, and also the devilish obsession he has concentrated on. It is precisely because of this mindset that he has been able to kill without being tainted by evil in the midst of various disasters.

The Shura path is right under your feet. It seems to be a boundless and smooth road, but if you make even the slightest mistake, you will most likely fall into the bottomless abyss.

The madness, the blood feud, the great compassion, the ignorance... many murderous appearances can be imprinted on the body, each with its own mystery, but none of them is the fruit of the Tao that Jiang Moshu wants to prove.

The true self? The competing self?

Jiang Moshu stood under the huge flag, with a faint arc at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes seemed to contain endless wind, snow and bright frost.

Behind Daozi, the eight groups of ghost armies had already connected with the Buddha's rhythm and transformed into the eight groups of sentient beings: the gods, dragons, yakshas, ​​gandharvas, asuras, garudas, kinnaras, and mahoragas. Each showed its own wonders and postures, as if they would launch an attack in the next moment and subdue all enemies of the Buddha.

"The enemy that the master has recognized is the enemy of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner, the enemy of the Infernal Buddha Prison, and even more so the enemy of me, Shen Caiyan!"

The beautiful woman steps barefoot on the war drum, her graceful figure seems like a deity descending to the earth, or like the most beautiful scene in a dream, from fantasy to reality, making people intoxicated and satisfied.

The wonderful sound of the melting ice and snow spring appeared in the calamity formation like the sound of nature, shaking the mind of the Luminous Demon Emperor.

Looking at the silent Daozi, the charming ghost mother, and the magnificent ghost army, the raging place of killing was like a terrifying abyss that could crush all enemies.

So terrifying, so fierce, yet so beautiful, it was as if a powerful Shura had used bones as pens and blood as ink to draw the chilling murderous array before one's eyes.

“The two heroes are actually one person, no, there is also the Crazy Demon Corpse Demon, the Unstoppable Blade Master!

Jiang Moshu, you actually told such a big lie? ! "

The sudden change made the Liuming Demon Emperor a little dazed. If he didn't know it was impossible, he would even suspect that even the Lord of Golden Xi and the Golden Jade Qilin were pretended by Jiang Moshu.

The Demon King's tone had become sad, but it was filled with deep hatred, like a wild beast in despair, wailing helplessly.

The coming disasters are all surging, and each shows the talent of the troubled times. The places where disasters are fought are scattered all over the place. Who will seize the opportunity of victory first?

After fighting for so many years, it is even more speechless to calculate the success or failure of each move. The demons are all liars, so where is the dignity?

Facing the Demon King's questioning, the Taoist of Gods and Demons smiled apologetically, saying indifferently, "I also feel it is not decent, but what can I do? The Demon Court is powerful, and the emperors of various veins are eyeing us covetously in the sky!

My magical powers and Taoist strength are all insufficient. Even if I have been fighting for the throne, I am still suppressed by Yun Zhen and unable to move. I can't just sit there and wait to die!

I originally wanted to rely on Yu Gui's fake body to secretly seize a chance of victory, but it has evolved to this situation. To be honest with the Demon King, I am also helpless..."

The Liuming Demon King was stunned. He wanted to refute, or even curse, but he couldn't say anything. He even vaguely felt that Jiang Moshu might be telling the truth.

Just...just...

The peerless Taoists of the human race are all so beautiful in their own ways, and they are so real, so real that no one doubts that they are pretending. The causes and effects involved, the conflicts between them, the records of destroying saints, and the paths and prospects of the Tao recognized by all the saints... are so real!

The Demon King really didn't know what to say. He couldn't just say, "Jiang Moshu, how could you lie to me?"

Ugh!

The Demon King sighed quietly, as many emotions rushed into his mind, entangled and blending together, but condensed into one final resolute thought.

Since he had a stunning encounter with the Lord of Xingtian and was treated respectfully by the other party, no matter what the cost, the other party would never let him escape.

Just like his determination at this moment!

Even if we all perish together, we must try to kill the Taoist of Gods and Demons!

Groan!

The invisible wind blew again, causing the six-hundred-foot-long demon body to disappear without a trace. All the unwillingness and expectations could be fought for in the catastrophe. The best of the wind excavated by the Liuming Demon Court over countless years was in no way inferior to any Saint's combat power.

Daozi turned his head and saw a beautiful woman looking back at him against the backdrop of countless beautiful petals.

Shen Caiyan stepped barefoot on the war drum, her black hair like a waterfall, and her red lotus armor like a ball of blazing flame. She smiled and treated him tenderly.

"It has been a while since I last danced for the master, nor have I made tea for him. Sometimes I wonder if the master has forgotten me.

Fortunately, the cool breeze is trustworthy and the romance is boundless. Today I can finally repay all my debts to the master.

Please enjoy the dance first, and I will personally make tea for you later!"

boom!

The next moment, with the light step of bare feet, the roar of war drums suddenly exploded, as dense as rain hitting banana leaves, as vast as sails setting off on the ocean, and suddenly like thunderclapping to the ground, shocking everyone.

The beautiful woman leaped and turned, like a butterfly flying among flowers, dancing on the huge war drum, wave after wave, like falling petals and rising on the water.

hold head high!

In the robbery array, it seemed as if it had turned into a bloody killing array. The eight groups of war ghosts attacked fiercely in every direction in the void, one after another. Even if they were torn into pieces by the invisible wind and even had difficulty in reviving, no war ghost retreated and they only knew to fight forward.

The sound of drums like spring thunder became louder and louder, and the raised flags seemed to be riding the wind and waves. Millions of troops marched in, galloping away, smashing the enemy's nest and sweeping away everything in the robbery formation.

The fighting spirit of the ghosts was the essence of humanity that Jiang Moshu had extracted from both sides of the world, and was fused into one. It was brilliant, fierce, and extremely sharp, enough to be a trump card in the killing. In addition, after the creatures of the Northern Frontier fell into the hell of endless suffering, they returned to the world of the living, and the hell was empty, which was in line with the wonderful nature of the Buddha vein. The Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner had been promoted to the ninth-level spiritual treasure, and it was enough to compete with the strongest demon saint.

The great reputation of Wujian Temple was not only created by Shen Caiyan. Many Wujian believers were also as capable as any cultivator in summoning war ghosts. The heroic feats of mortals beheading cultivators with the help of war ghosts were enough to attract the attention of the Saint.

The invisible wind, whether real or illusory, would blow towards the flag from time to time, but would be blocked by the fierce war ghosts. However, the sound of the wind was becoming more and more mournful and murderous, as if it carried endless resentment and anger, wanting to pour it out on the body of the Taoist of Gods and Demons, making him pay with his life.

“As long as we kill you, the Demon Court will be able to find a way out!

Even if there is a Golden Jade Unicorn, Yun Zhen can still compete with it. No big lie can cover his eyes! "

This was the howl in the wind, the anger and great expectation of the Luminous Demon King. "I used to live a life of drunkenness and dreams, and I used to be bewildered by the evil spirit. I will let such a guilty Demon King atone for my arrogance and correct my mistake of ignoring it."

The faint hum of the wind echoed throughout the robbery formation, shrill and resolute, making people feel as if a violent storm that would cleanse the world was brewing and accumulating.

Jiang Moshu stood quietly under the flag, his eyes calm, as if he was carefully appreciating the beautiful woman's graceful dance and the clear song like the sound of nature.

"…As the Buddha Mother, what is the point of being alone? She is not as good as the ghost girl in front of you. She only regrets that the calamity is too deep and cannot be resolved. She frowned and left for the north that year.

The demon Buddha has offended me, and I miss you in my heart. I still break through the bloody storm. What we owe to each other is our previous fate. The abyss of disaster is over, and we can enjoy the sunset together..."

Only the blue and purple lights were circling around Daozi's body. There was no aggressiveness in the bright light, but it was bright and beautiful, as if competing with the flower petals in the sky.

The wind in the calamity formation became even more violent, chaotic and disorderly, as if it had filled the entire calamity formation. Countless war ghosts stepped forward brazenly, constantly colliding with the evil wind with their fierce ghost bodies. As long as they could stand up, they would not retreat, but would pounce forward even more fiercely.

A faint sigh was heard in the wind. The Luminous Demon Emperor knew that he had already unleashed his strongest magical power to barely withstand the onslaught of the War Ghost Killing Rhythm. It was actually not easy.

Death and disappearance?

The Liuming Demon Emperor smiled bitterly. The sharpness of the two killing swords at Daozi's side had already made him deeply alert. This was a vague intuition derived from his demon wind bloodline.

Now, he no longer has any hope of escaping the calamity formation. Even fighting to the death together with his enemies is almost a luxury, because the gods and demons on the opposite side are quietly waiting for him to reveal a flaw.

If only the Lord of Xingtian was here, the Demon King was confident that he would have a chance of winning if they fought for their lives in the calamity. However, the Banner of Ten Thousand Ghosts had already appeared, and most of the chance of winning was lost. When Daozi showed out his two swords of killing, the Demon King Liuming seemed to realize that he was afraid that he no longer had any chance.

There has never been a moment when he regretted so much that he did not pay attention to the report of the Ten Thousand Demons Army. If he had fully supported the Ten Thousand Demons Army and did not give the Lord of Xingtian the opportunity to grow, he would not be facing such a shameful and life-threatening situation now.

It was wrong from the beginning, and he made mistakes again and again. Now he has reached the point where it is too late to turn back. What a good Lord of Xingtian is! He lied to such an extent that he trapped many saints.

Recalling the developments after the two heroes appeared in Mingtan Sect, and looking at the beautiful jade lady dancing on the drums, and the divine and demonic Daoist being guarded by the heavenly snake, the Liuming Demon Emperor couldn't help but let out a bitter smile, "They really didn't leave any loopholes, they really didn't give me even a single chance. How could my Liuming Demon Court have the ability to face off against such a peerless Daoist?"

The Buddha nature and the ghost nature are intertwined, and are reflected in every direction of the calamity array. The Luminous Demon Emperor knows that his time is running out. Although he has the magic of invisibleness and has merged into the void, he has lost the agility to change.

Once the entire void is contaminated by the ever-changing nature of Buddha and ghosts, one will have to face Daozi's fierce killing sword.

The ghost body of the blue and white snake had been torn into hundreds of huge wounds by the dark wind, but the Taoist of Gods and Demons remained unmoved. Even Shen Caiyan on the war drum did not stop her beautiful singing and dancing, as if her dance was so captivating that it would last until the end of the destruction of heaven and earth.

I don't know how long it had been, but a six-hundred-foot-long flying monster suddenly appeared in the void, with a look of unwillingness on its face, like a small animal that had fallen into a trap, with no hope of escaping.

"Lord Xingtian, take action!"

The Luminous Demon Emperor sighed softly, but his eyes showed deep admiration for the pair of beauties in front of him.

Indeed, the opponent had trapped him in a killing calamity and even sealed off his inner and outer world, making it impossible for him to escape with his invisible power. However, victory in the battle depends on each person's means. It is impossible for him, the Demon King, to only dare to fight Gongsun Wuzhi but not Jiang Moshu.

The Daozi in front of him was too bright and beautiful. The Luminous Demon Emperor sighed and felt deeply regretful. Yun Zhen, I am sorry for you and for all the demon courts...

“Luminous Demon King, humans and demons each follow their own paths, but unfortunately, these paths are incompatible with each other.

In a robbery, everyone fights according to their own means, but respect should be given. "

Jiang Moshu's brows were furrowed, and his eyes were as cold as ice and snow, but also had a touch of warmth.

"In that case, I have to thank you..." The Liuming Demon King sighed deeply, and even had a hint of relief in his smile, "Are you going to send my demon body back to Yun Zhen?"

Just after he finished speaking, the Liuming Demon Emperor shook his head disappointedly. He knew that this was absolutely impossible. The Daozi in front of him would never send back his demon body in order to cover up the biggest lie of heaven and earth.

As expected, Jiang Moshu spread his hands and said regretfully, "The Demon King's request is naturally impossible. Even if it is the corpse of the Demon Saint Yunyan, I dare not return it to Yun Zhen at this time. The Demon King naturally knows the reason.

It is another honorable thing, and there is no need to hide it now."

"Speak now, let me die knowing full well. Thank you, Lord Xingtian!" The tone of the Demon King Liuming became quite bleak.

Jiang Moshu spoke calmly, as if it was nothing special. "In fact, I was also pretending to be Zheng Jingxing from the Zheng family. If it weren't for the Liuming Demon Court's sword pointing at the Zheng family's soul, I would have been very quiet in recent years."

As if struck by thousands of thunders, the Luminous Demon King was stunned, his body trembling constantly, as if he had seen the most terrifying things.

The Demon King naturally knew the cruelty of being swallowed by fear, but as the Demon King, he had always bestowed such fear on others. But at this moment, he finally realized what a miserable punishment it was for himself to be trapped in such fear.

Regret, regret it...

Suddenly, the Luminous Demon Emperor recalled the battle report sent by the Ten Thousand Demon Army that year, which was jointly signed by Jia Yunzhen and Yi Huahong. "…If we don't take it seriously early, or even send out the Great Saints to attack with all their strength, I'm afraid that the peerless Taoist of Ming Tan Sect will take advantage of the situation and cause endless troubles. I ask the Demon Court to send reinforcements as soon as possible, and respectfully invite the three Great Saints to accompany them…"

At that time, he just threw it aside...

"Lord Xingtian, I lost this battle because I was blind, but I do not blame others, and least of all Yun Zhen!" An extremely painful look was revealed in the eyes of the Liuming Demon Emperor. It's not that he didn't have a chance to win the third abyss calamity, but he had missed it long ago, and he didn't even deserve any sympathy.

The cruelty of war is like this. A vague chance of victory was once placed in front of him, but he just blinked and threw it away casually.

"Luminous Demon Emperor, you will take a portion of the blood debt owed to the Western Extreme today. Farewell!"

boom!

The makeup makes her look crazy and she falls into darkness, she calls ghosts to see the wind without a trace, loneliness comes before spring is too late, and the emperor sighs that there is no way to live.

The blue-white white snake carried the Taoist priest and floated over. The blue-purple light flashed up and down, and all the grudges were settled.

The Luminous Demon King sighed, slowly closed his huge demon eyes, and then fell into eternal darkness.