Realms In The Firmament

All of a sudden, the emotions of the demon pride suddenly raged, a dark fog, and the demon roared furiously: "Shit! ”

“Ye Xiao, I want not only your people, your body, your spiritual power, your divine soul, I want to lock up your Yuan Ling for a million years, I want to torment you with infinite magic fire every day, ravage you, you bastard, dare to ruin the good things of this seat...”

“Boom”, a tornado rolled up flat, “Suddenly” rushed out.

Outside, on the ground not knowing how far away, the sky suddenly winds and clouds turbulent, winds rise and clouds rise.

All those who heard the roar, no matter how high or low they were repaired, shuddered spiritually, without exception.

At this moment, it was like walking through a deserted cemetery in the middle of the night and suddenly being blown away by a shady wind.

The gloomy eyes of the black majesty, measured unconsciously, are continuously maintaining the altar's operation of sixty-three people.

After a long time, his eyelids finally closed and he gently said to himself: "That should be enough…"

The black robe floats and walks slowly out.

The man in black went out, and another purple robe came in hastily from outside and stood before him.

The Black Robe Demon stood still and looked at the person without any expression: "What's the matter? ”

“Father, according to the latest news, the laughing monarch has led to the destruction of the East Palace, and he is on his way to the West Palace. ”

It was Xingyu, the master of the West Palace.

It is also the only son of the Black Robe Demon who honors Jonkai.

At this moment, his face was filled with anxiety, and there was another color of grievance that he could not speak of.

“Well, I get it.” The black demon nodded unemotionally and replied, walking out again.

“Father!” Sung-woo stopped him and said anxiously, "I don't understand. Why are we sitting here watching the East Palace overthrow? Why can't you help? The East Palace, the West Palace, the same branch, the lips are cold! ”

The demon in black hummed, "The East Palace is the East Palace, how can it be connected with the West Palace! All you have to do is take charge of your Western Palace and ignore the rest. ”

Zongxingyu said anxiously: “But the East Hall is also our heart and soul. Even more so, Lord Father, you have personally struck down Jiangshan for tens of thousands of years, so I looked at it to ruin once... I, I really..."

The black demon looked at him coldly and said nothing.

“Kids want to know why.” Zongxingyu insisted.

“Reason? Why?” The glow glistened between the eyes of the Black Clothes Demon: “Are you the first day of walking in Jianghu, to ask such a naive question, Jianghu never needs a reason, just strength. ”

“But we have the strength.” Zongxingyu is a little excited: “Even though the peripheral power is exhausted, we still have enough power! Though the East Palace cannot be completely preserved, if the East Palace High Level should be retreated, there is no problem at all! ”

“Even, if we do our best, if we do our best, we may not be able to fight in the East Palace, kill Ye Xiao and all others! ”

“We can do it! ”

“But, Father, you would rather watch His Highness the East be slaughtered! ”

“The child is confused about this and expects the father to be confused?” Zongxingyu's face is the colour of pain: “The East Hall is also the hard work of his father for many years, so why abandon it...”

The Black Clothes Demon's eyes came like two cold arrows, staring closely at Sung-woo's face: “You also said it was my heart and blood for 10,000 years, it was my heart and blood! Really?”

Zongxing Woo chatted this sentence but it didn't make sense. He looked up stunned and looked at his father's cold and unfathomable face. Suddenly, his heart was in a trance. He sighed: "Yes, the East Hall is your heart! So you can destroy whatever you want, right? ”

Zongxingyu's voice already smells hysterical.

“Yes!”

The Black Clothes Demon's eyes are constantly cold, as if the ice layer burst out like a crack. The whole person is more like a millennial year without melting the cold sculpture on the top of the snow mountain, immobile, infinite forest cold.

Zongxingyu's body suddenly shook, suddenly a feeling of powerlessness suddenly grew.

At this moment, he doesn't even know what he's going to say, what he's going to say, all he has to do is feel indescribable tiredness and lose his soul.

Nearly no focal length eyes looked at his father's side, his voice fluttered: “This battle... even Martial Law died in the hands of Ye Xiao...”

The Black Clothes Demon looked at him like he had two deep mouths, looked at him and said nothing.

“The entire East Hall… All hands, master or ordinary disciple, are dead, the East Hall has become a historical noun…" Zong Xingyu continued.

The Black Clothes Demon is still silent and silent, and it seems that at this moment, the whole person has become void and integrated into the void.

“Now, the enemy is assembling their masters and coming towards the west palace, the intention to kill them is obvious…” said Zongxingyu in vain.

The eyes of the Black Clothes Demon have finally changed, the only slight change so far.

Zongxingyu caught this slight change with great acumen, and suddenly his emotions stirred up and said out loudly: “Are you still going to… want to sacrifice your other heart and soul, the West Palace, just like the East Palace?! ”

At the same time, Zongxingyu's face suddenly rose red and his emotions were extremely excited and outraged.

But the Black Clothes Demon still hasn't spoken, not even his eyes fluctuated a bit.

Zongxingyu stared angrily at his father: "Your foundation was struck with one hand, and we have no complaints whatsoever about your choices! ”

For the first time, the Black Clothes Demon had a movement, turned around, flanked his head, twisted his head and looked at his son with an interesting look.

Yet in the eyes, there is no tenderness.

Zongxingyu could totally feel the indifference and alienation.

His father looked at himself as if he were looking at an unrelated stranger!

There is no such thing as the kind of emotion that should exist between father and son.

This feeling of abnormally alienating affection has become more pronounced over the years, basically after every contact.

It seemed that his father gradually put the so-called feelings, a little forgotten, a little peeled off, a little left behind, no longer owned.

He… seems… to have gradually lost an emotion of being a ‘person'!

Well, it's all about emotion!

Zong Xingyu's heart felt a sincere tingling and greased, muttering: “We have no complaints, we are not qualified to complain... but Father, I don't know if you ever thought about it, here in the West Hall, but there are your sons, daughter-in-laws, grandchildren, great-grandchildren... the West Hall, many of your relatives, family... Do you remember this? ”

The demon in black nodded indifferently, faintly: “I remember, the West Palace, not the East Palace, where my son, my grandson, all my relatives, I remember. ”

He said so carelessly.

In saying this, even a mockery, and an impulse to laugh, arises in the heart of the Black Clothes Demon.

Relatives?

Ha!

Family?!

Does it mean anything to the cartoon cause? Does it help?

If the answer is no, then it's worth saying why care more!

Zongxingyu's heart was cold.

He is a son in front of Zongyuan Kai, but after leaving this level of identity, he is also an old man with countless experience and wisdom, who naturally knows what is true, what is open, what is disregard, what is... ignore!

He turned his head and looked away at the gloomy place, the nine gloomy altars, the flames of different colors...

The colour of hatred flashes in the eyes.

His eyes swept past the shapes of the altar, unresponsive to his arrival and focused solely on the output of the essence, revealing an extreme sense of sadness in his eyes.

His eyes lingered long, faded and focused.

Many of them are elders who used to smile and play with their faces when they were young... Many of them have spared no effort to protect themselves as they grew up...

Take care of yourself, even if you are desperate to die; they will not allow anyone to hurt themselves even with a sweat!

Myself, the most cherished treasure in their hearts!

These are all the old brothers of their fathers, their uncles, uncles, who revere them and love them; and with them, they will no longer fear anything in the world, nor any hardship or danger!

But I don't know when, they all changed, became silent, disliked walking, looked dead, looked completely different, and... I can't find their shadows anymore.

Once intimate elders, no longer acquainted, thus strangers, completely strangers, without seeing each other, then one by one disappeared from the outside world, from the original scolding of the world's powerful, and fell into a statue sitting motionless here.

Everyone will have a grand funeral outside before entering here.

I knew they weren't dead, but this funeral was still to be held. At first, I was very resistant; why should a funeral be held for the living?

But... I got used to it later, or I got used to it because I understood.

As long as people enter here... as long as they enter this shady place, they are essentially equivalent to a dead person.

No more talking.

No more water.

No more meals.

Even their eyeballs stopped spinning; every day, they just sat like this, feeding these gloomy altars with their lives, their souls, their energy!

God knows how much Jong-woo hates these altars, hates this shady place.

It is this altar that has taken away all its warmth in the world!

Zongxingyu was filled with hopeful and tender eyes and looked at 63 people sitting like zombies; the voice was also getting louder and louder, it seemed like a quarrel, his repair, and when he deliberately spoke out loud, it was like a thunderbolt, you could hear it for hundreds of miles.

Instead of arguing, let's just say he has plans, hopefully these heartfelt words will wake the elders who are on the road to no return!

However, the sixty-three people remained deaf and not only did their body not move, they did not even turn their eyeballs for a second.

The Black Clothes Demon watched his son go mad so quietly, how he did not know his son's intentions, and he had pressed the urge to kill him with his hands countless times. He kept reminding himself: this is my son, this is my son, my son, my son...

Son, don't kill him!

But the violent emotions that come from the soul are becoming stronger and harder to contain.

Yes, just out of heart, soul disgust. This sentiment makes him so hateful that this tiny human being actually speaks so loudly in front of himself and provokes his authority without hesitation...

If it wasn't from the heart, it would have repeatedly prompted the person in front of him at the source of his relationship, or the Black Clothes Demon would have killed the personality in front of him already. This is a pull saw battle between the demonized soul and the heartfelt affection!

“You don't have to yell anymore.” The Black Clothes Demon finally said coldly: "They can't hear anything, they don't have to waste their time, they're futile. ”

“But they are alive, and there is hope!” Zongxing's air rushed out of the way.

“Alive... hope...” The black demon shook his head and suddenly smiled dumbly: “hehehehe...”

Upon hearing such a laugh, Sungxing Wooton felt creepy and an unprecedented sense of fear grew.

“Do you really know what's alive?” The Black Clothes Demon's eyes sparkled with ghost fire, looking at his son: “A state like yours is enough to say a word alive. ”

Zongxingyu took a deep breath and just felt that the faster the heartbeat came from, the worse the ghost asked: "So... Father, are you still alive? ”

The Black Clothes Demon's original cold and peaceful eyes instantly became like a sharp sword that chopped the heavenly dome. He turned his head and stared dead into his son's eyes. A group of intense black gas emerged from his eyes. Each demonic anger emerged and automatically turned into a black lotus flower in front of him, rising.

The unseen, quiet, cold, indifferent... eyes.

Zongxingyu did not know why, under this gaze, he actually panicked and took a step back, his eyes filled with fear.

“Do you want me to die?” The Black Clothes Demon is still staring at Zongxingyu.

Zongxingyu shook his head in panic and lost his voice: “No, no, no... how could it be..."

The eyes of the Black Clothes Demon looked at Zongxingyu for a long time, not instantly.

Zongxingyu is completely caught in a state of panic, difficult to pull out.

After a long time, the demon in black closed his eyes, and that horrible shadow did not exist for a moment.

Until this moment, Zongxingyu gradually recovered from shock, and his soul became a little...

“Father, I know... I know that Father you are doing great things, glorious things for thousands of autumn and future generations...” Zongxingyu muttered with a painful face: "I have been cooperating with you all these years... but I don't know when I will ever see Father in memory again, only Midnight dream back, Father in memory will reproduce, remember when I was little, I naughty, you spanked me...”

“I was injured, you bandaged the wound for me... I was bullied when I traveled across the river and lake, your angry expression and angry breath did not dispute me...”

“Also, when I went out, you stood on the hill and saw me go away...”

The more Zongyu said, the more sour he was: “I remember the last time you called me Xingyu... it was 73,27 years ago, that was the last time...”

“What made you look like this?” Zongxingyu asked angry, repressed questions.

“I am your son! Kiss my son!”

Zongxingyu's tears dropped.

The Black Clothes Demon still stands like a statue, his eyes flashing a bit of a different colour; he whispered faintly: “Now the Great Enemy, how to talk about the son and daughter at the right time, he is determined to the big picture, he speaks for himself. ”

Still spreading, still pushing, always unclear, can't be explained clearly!

The only trace of hope flame in Zongxingyu's eyes quickly extinguished and ceased to exist.

He took a deep breath to restore calm to his emotions, softly said: “It is true that it is a great enemy. The situation is difficult to be optimistic. At this moment, laughing monarchs and others, leading a large number of peak masters, are already on their way to the west palace, soon, the war will finally trigger. Father, do we dare ask what we should do? ”

When Zongxingyu said that, at the beginning, there was some excitement, but when it came to it, the total calm had been restored, which was a businesslike, straightforward tone.

"This battle is inevitable, let them in! ”

“Let them in?” Zong Xingyu looked up at his father incredibly and couldn't help but repeat: “Seriously, no resistance, let them drive straight in? ”

“Nice.” The Black Clothes Demon painstakingly said: “Just inside the West Palace, the resistance of the whole blue cloud sky flattened, and since then, the waves have been upset! ”

The phrase is extremely emotional and seems to have plenty of background.

But Zong Xingyu is still somewhat difficult to accept: “But on the way to the other party's attack, even if it is left to the long drive, no resistance, just tens of thousands of disciples will lose their lives along the way! ”

The black demon slightly sided his side face and said softly: "The victory is inferior, the weak flesh is strong, this is the river and lake iron, are you breaking into the river and lake on the first day?! ”

As soon as Zongxingyu bit his teeth, he answered courageously: "This... please forgive the child! ”

The body of the Black Clothes Demon is like a black cloud floating out, and the voice comes in indifferent and odorless: “It's up to you, too. ”

Cold as ever, as always, with no emotion at all.

The Shadow of the Black Clothes Demon disappeared and disappeared.