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The monks burst into laughter, poured water for him and patted his back in a hurry, and explained with a comforting meaning: "It's not the original one, that one is indeed dead, and this is the new Demon Lord."

Shen Quehan drank a whole glass of water to wash away the smell of alcohol in his throat. Even so, his voice was still hoarse: "New? When did it happen?"

"About three or forty years ago, no one knew there was such a person before. Suddenly one day, twelve death knells came from Longxi Mountain, and the news spread that Qiu Changyin, the old pavilion master of Xuntian Pavilion, had passed away."

"On the same day, a glazed pagoda was erected on the ground in Songhua City, and the demonic aura spread in Xuzhou. The monks who went to check were blocked from the demonic aura. Everyone didn't connect these two things at first..." Then The monk who spoke couldn't help but shudder, as if the scene was still in front of his eyes, "Later, everyone saw that ghost-like demon was covered in blood on the top of the glazed pagoda, in front of the immortals. In the face of the cultivator, Qiu Changyin's soul was torn into pieces."

Qiu Changyin, as one of the top breaking realm cultivators in the immortal sect, died physically and annihilated his soul in just one day. Even he couldn't escape the murderous hands.If such a Demon Cultivator is not a Demon Lord, what else is it?

"Xuzhou became a demon realm overnight, but that place was originally connected to the site of the Great War between Immortals and Demons, and there was too much resentment, so no immortals were willing to go there."

"So?" Shen Quehan asked, "Why on earth did the Mozun kill Qiu Changyin?"

"Can't you see that? Qiu Changyin was the leader of the war between immortals and demons back then. It is thanks to him that the demons disappeared for 20 years. It is not surprising that disciples and grandchildren seek revenge from him."

Shen Quehan let out a "huh", it seems that he didn't accept this explanation that much: "It wasn't just Qiu Changyin who was involved in the battle between immortals and demons, monks from all sects participated. What happened to these people, were they also sought for revenge?"

"This……"

Shen Quehan raised his eyebrows: "What?"

The monk suddenly lowered his voice mysteriously, as if avoiding something, and whispered: "Such a big incident happened, of course the seven sects knew who he was targeting, and immediately prepared to join forces to besiege Songhua City, but still During the secret discussion, the head of the Yulu Sect was approached by the Mozun, although he did not die, but he lost all his cultivation, I heard that he has been in seclusion for the past few years, so he is just dying."

"In the past few years, whenever someone in the Xianmen dared to stand up, the demons immediately suppressed them. Over time, his vigor was wiped out by him. Who would dare to be that awl? It's ridiculous that those decent people from the famous sect still try to save face, and kill a few every now and then. An uninfluential demon cultivator, pretending to fight back and forth with the demons. In fact, no one knows that in the past 100 years, there has not been a breakthrough monk in Xianmen who has successfully entered the holy realm, and there has not been a new breakthrough monk. What is this called? ? 'Wear silk and eat chaff', only the surface is smooth!"

Shen Quehan: "..."

He really couldn't figure it out, the huge world of comprehension, the Hehe Immortal Gate, isn't it a certain village in the fields, tens of thousands of monks are enough to smash a way by just throwing magic weapons, how can one person block the door? ?

Shen Quehan glanced at these lazy monks who only knew how to drink alcohol all day long, with a hatred in his eyes that he didn't realize, and asked the last one: "What is the name of the Demon Lord?" name?"

The necks of all present here felt cold for no reason, as if a cold and sharp weapon flashed from the back of their heads. Although it didn't hurt anyone, it was full of murderous aura. : "It's called Fanchen, the bustling Fan, the dust of dust."

Shen Quehan felt relieved and nodded.

This name can prove that the one is indeed the new Demon Lord, not the original resurrected one—because the previous Demon Lord was named "Hunyuan Xuantian Jueyu Bloodthirsty Killing Supreme Demon Emperor".

He stood up, counted out the money to pay the waiter, and nodded slightly to the monks: "Thank you, brother, for explaining my confusion, I still have something to do, let's take a step first, so I won't accompany you."

"Hey! Little brother!" One of the monks suddenly called out to him, and asked hesitantly, "Aren't you planning to go to Songhua City? Listen to my advice, it's not a place you can walk alone. Don't go to die in vain!"

Shen Quehan turned his head sideways, Hanshuang's eyebrows were slightly bent, but he only answered the first half of his sentence: "Exactly."

"Farewell."

The monks watched his figure drift away, and suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in their hearts, like a small flame burning in their hearts, something they could feel occasionally in the past few decades, but it disappeared quickly impulse.

Should we praise him for his courage as a young man who knows that there are tigers in the mountains and go to the mountains, or should we laugh at his innocence and stupidity that has been separated for a hundred years and does not know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth?

Someone took a sip of wine and sighed long and long: "If Shen Quehan is still there, the younger generation of Xianmen may be able to fight against that dusty..."

"Yes." They raised their glasses again, and said sadly, "Regard Shen Quehan."

"Respectful but cold."

Brother Shen, who has become a monument in many people's hearts, is eagerly preparing to die. He bought a broken iron sword and a dozen phantom charms from a grocery store in Chifeng City, and went straight to Songhua City with the sword. .

Originally thought that a hundred years had passed, "Shen Quehan" should have faded away in the world long ago, but after the conversation just now, it seems that this is not the case.Facing the sky above Songhua City, out of caution, Shen Quehan first used the phantom talisman to transform himself into an ordinary monk with an ordinary face, then turned his direction and descended from the clouds.

However, it was only the first glance that cleared the clouds and fog, and he was stunned in mid-air.

This is the place where his bones are buried, so Shen Quehan still clearly remembers the day when he first arrived outside Songhua City, looking down from the clouds, he saw that the city was full of black air, and the whole city was filled with blood, and even The surface soil layer was soaked with blood, turning dark red, the scene was not only not like a fairyland, it was not even like a human world, it had completely turned into a scorched earth purgatory.

But the Songhua City in front of you is not only not haunted by evil spirits, but it is covered with snow, reflecting the sunlight, like ice sculptures and jade. As soon as it blows, snow powder is flying all over the city, clouds are turning and fog is surrounding, and it is more fairy than fairyland.

Shen Quehan's eyes were squinted by the snow light, and he thought that this place is called Songhua City, it's really Qu Cai, it should be called Guanghan Palace.

He descended a few feet, turned his head suddenly, dodged an oncoming wind, and then heard the sound of magic spells exploding and weapons colliding, probably because of the thick snow and cold weather, his perception Not as sensitive as usual, it took a long time to see that there were two groups of people fighting in a ball.The ones wearing blue are all immortal monks, and the ones wearing variegated clothes are demon cultivators. The blue-clothed monks are obviously outnumbered. He was taken over by the magic repairer.

Not long after, the protective magic circle formed by the monks was broken, and the young monks surrounded in the center tried their best to dodge the random knives while yelling at each other by name: "Devil! What are you capable of bullying an innocent and weak woman! You want to kill her!" If you want to attack me, Zhou will accompany you to the end, let's fight it out, don't hide behind and be a coward!"

His sad and angry cursing echoed in the world, but unfortunately no one paid any attention to him, and the scene seemed very embarrassing.

Silent ridicule is often more irritating than tangible swords. The monk surnamed Zhou was so angry that he suddenly threw the sword hard, and his hands flew up and down to form a few complicated handprints. He muttered a spell in his mouth. After a breath, A mass of hot wind swept from the southeast out of nowhere, and the divine bird clad in raging fire raised its head to the sky, and the sound moved nine heavens. Immediately, like a cloud-piercing arrow, it raised its wings and pierced into the center of the city, breathing out raging fire, and it was desperate to destroy it. That glazed pagoda!

At this moment, the snow and fog flying all over the sky suddenly stagnated——

A black figure quietly appeared at the top of the city, with long hair and clothes fluttering violently, a hand paler than snow protruded from the black wide sleeves, with slender fingers forming a sword art, it seemed that no force was exerted , as if it was just carelessly slanting in the sky, the big bird holding the flame immediately stagnated in its charge, as if it had hit an invisible sharp edge, and burst into the black air with a bang, the monk bet his life The life-sacrificing blow of his cultivation was wiped out in his understatement like this!

The next moment, the wind and snow danced wildly, and the cultivator let out a roar of pain like a dying beast, and blood spattered more than a foot high on his chest!

Shen Quehan only felt his chest swell, his temples throbbed, and the blood in his body was boiling—that was when he encountered a strong enemy, the sword repairer's warlike nature and the instinct to detect danger were awakened at the same time, and the fiery fighting intent was stirring in the depths of his blood.

It turned out that this was Fanchen Fanchen, the Demon Lord who had overwhelmed the world of cultivating immortals for more than 30 years with his own strength.

Inside and outside the city, there was a moment of dead silence.

"If you want to stand out for others, wait until you have practiced your skills in the next life."

Mozun's voice was very soft, but it spread far away, even Shen Quehan who was in the air could hear it clearly.

His voice was low but not hoarse, even very mellow and mellow. In fact, he didn't look like a murderous and brutal monster, but instead carried an indescribable desolation and loneliness.

But even if his tone has changed, his timbre, and even his habit of articulating words, are still as vivid as in the past to those who are familiar with him.

As soon as Mozun opened his mouth, Shen Quehan almost fell off the sword.

He seemed to be poured cold water over his head, forgetting his past and future, as well as where he was, only a cold voice questioned him repeatedly in his mind-why Nanfeng?

Mozun Fanchen, why is it Nanfeng?

The author has something to say:

In the comments of the last chapter, there are readers and friends who are guessing whether Mozun is a junior brother, friends, this is Jinjiang Literature City Duck!Do you even have to guess!Isn't the demon king as decent as he is!

Very cliche, but I like it very much, hehe.