Chapter 442 I wish you would not be different for me
This phenomenon is no different than a drop of water falling into a frying pan and exploding violently in an instant.
Everyone who was far away from her retreated as if seeing poisonous scorpions, their faces all pale and frightened.
"Jun Yi! This is the demon king Yi! This woman is not an abandoned demon! She is actually the master of this demon world!"
"Horror! The biggest demon among the six realms He is hiding right next to us! No wonder so many of our righteous people died!”
"She has been hiding with the Sword Master for so many years! She even deceived the Sword Master! Hateful!"
"This devil is so hidden! What is her plan! Six He! Where's Liuhe! Could it be that he's cheating! What the hell is she trying to do!"
With each sound, Aluo's already cold blood and bones seemed to freeze into ice.
No...
It's not what you think...
It's all right. There is no more demon world in the world, and there are no more six rivers in the human world.
The world is at peace. The demon king whose throne has been destroyed will no longer pose any threat to you. I have...I can't go anywhere...
Don't look at me like this.
I have never done anything bad...
The people who were retreating far away kept a long distance from her, but he did not take a step back, and was already standing there not far or near. In the distance, I turned a deaf ear to the questioning, angry and fearful voices behind me.
But his eyes were still so strange that she felt scared.
Completely different from the proud and domineering posture of her golden wings, she lay on the ground, trembling.
She wanted to say to him: "Believe me, I am not a bad devil."
The master has raised her for hundreds of years, how could she be willing to become the devil in that dark place? , the year she came down from the mountain, she became the Demon Lord for a reason.
But she couldn't even call out "Master", and even the opportunity to defend herself was cruelly deprived of her.
An enlightened old monk from Xiangyin Pavilion recited the Buddha's name and walked out with his hands clasped together.
Aluo could clearly see his slightly trembling body, and even the brown age spots at the corners of his eyes were full of fear, but he still walked out to do something for the world. host.
"Sword Master, do you know that this woman is a demon king before?"
He did not speak, but stood there indifferently, his face extremely pale.
Seeing that he was silent, the old monk had no choice but to talk to himself: "The sword master is righteous and cares about the common people. Naturally, he cannot let the devil grow around him. After all, everything is caused by this devil. She planned it all, and now that she has appeared, I wonder how the sword master plans to rule?”
The sword willow in his palm buzzed and turned into soft golden light, which quietly wrapped around his fingertips.
He suddenly raised his steps and stepped into the water on the ground with a pair of long boots, and the skylight inside shattered.
Aluo realized at this moment that the drizzle in the sky had never stopped.
Because the lake she was in was burned for several days by the thunderfire caused by her blood butterfly. The ground was so hot that the raindrops were evaporated by the high temperature at the bottom of the lake before they could fall.
Actually, it's very cold right now.
Her master had an extra black cloak with a crane on his body. It must have been added by his master's wife herself.
He walked towards her, but did not get close. He stopped ten steps away.
He finally spoke: "Traitor, do you have something to say?"
Compared with the malicious and direct cold words of the group behind him, his question was indifferent. Very, very light.
But Ah Rao shuddered!
"I gave you three days, so this is your explanation to me?" His tone was cold, but the faint smell of spitting out was like blood.
Stop talking. Master is different from them...
He can help an abandoned demon and never leave.
“Did you really plan all this?”
Why do you sound so frustrated?
The master is just like them...
There is no room for a devil like her who is about to break into the soil.
The violent and uncontrollable golden wings slowly drooped to the ground, as if all life had suddenly disappeared.
She...has nothing to say.
What else can be said?
Say that she is actually a demon king who abandoned his throne. She is willing to break her wings and burn her hometown to fulfill his dream of world unity?
But so what?
The devil is immortal.
How about Datong?
She is the most terrifying alien in Datong!
If you like it, I will be happy; if you hate it, I will hate it.
I am of the same mind as you, and I hope you will not disagree with me.
It turns out that this wish... was just wishful thinking on her part.
She smiled miserably and slowly knelt down.
The old monk glanced at her with a fearful expression, and then said: "This demon does not argue, the sword master thinks..."
"Demon Suppression Tower." He interrupted his next words lightly, His dark eyes were fixedly looking at her kneeling on the ground, and his pale lips said coldly: "What do you think, Master Changfan?"
Master Chang Fan's expression was interested, but then he lightly wrinkled his sparse white eyebrows: "The Demon Suppressing Tower is a divine object bestowed by the Emperor. All demons who throw themselves into the tower can indeed eliminate their demonic nature. No. But... after all, this demon has done many evil things and has a special status. The poor monk thought it would be better to get rid of future troubles. "< br>
"Doing many evil things?" He sneered, brushed his fingertips over his heart, and said softly: "Although she is a demon king, after all, she has a master-disciple relationship with me. Since the master thinks she is doing many evil things, Demon, then I also have an inescapable relationship."
He turned around slowly. Go and no longer look at the woman kneeling on the ground: "Okay, I will set an example. I am willing to suffer the pain of burning my body in the earth fire for a hundred years, the bitter cold of the devil's prison for another hundred years, and the peace of mind on the top of Kunlun for a hundred years to pay for my evil deeds. I don't know. In this way, can the future troubles of this demon be dealt with fairly, or should we leave it to the Demon Suppressing Tower to decide?"
Master Chang Fan was so horrified by the unbearable torture and punishment from the gods that he spoke of that he still dared to say no, so he nodded hurriedly: "The sword master is righteous, everything will be done according to the sword master's orders."
< br>At this time, the long wind suddenly blew a bit colder, lifting the black cloak on his body to keep out the cold.
He pressed his palm on his heart, coughed twice with a bad look on his face, and gathered up his loose cloak. Such a tall and slender man suddenly felt a little sicker. The taste of despair.
He said: "Then let's do it."
Aluo's shoulders trembled and he pressed his body lower.
Just when he was about to take out the Demon Suppression Tower, an ancient immortal from Penglai Island suddenly said: "Did the sword master forget something?"
His movement to take out the object paused. , looked at the immortal quietly.
The old immortal with white beard and hair, who had the spirit of immortality, glanced at A'rao with regret, and said: "Back then, the sword master came to Penglai, went through the Penglai trial with his disciples, and took away my Penglai Saint.
To tell the truth, the clear glazed pupils actually volunteered to be refined into a body by your disciple and turned into a double body. Seeing the whole world, I was very amazed.
But the sword master also agreed to my Penglai issue that day. If this woman has a clear mind, I can make my Penglai holy object clear and immortal for eternity, so I can give her these eyes. , but if this woman falls into the devil's path, we will never allow her clear eyes to be stained with a trace of filth."
His tone paused, and there was a hint of unbearability in his eyes, but he continued: "Although there is no way to take back a gift, the glazed pure pupils are Penglai's sacred objects, so I have no choice but to be shameless..."
< br>"You don't need to say much." He was a little tired He raised his head tiredly and pinched the center of his eyebrows. His fingertips were bloodless and cold, and his voice gradually became weak: "It's agreed, how can I say it so shamelessly?"
(End of this chapter)