The Hell of Desolation.

Under the boundless darkness, there stood a lonely figure in a red robe, and around him, there were countless great demons circling that wanted to approach, but they were stopped by the terrifying coercion coming from the darkness, so they appeared extremely irritable and crazy, roaring again and again.

The coercion comes from the well-deserved king of this desolate prison, who has been imprisoned for countless years, and instead of suffering, he has transformed the distorted reflection of his soul into an energy that can be manipulated.

Some people say that what people are most afraid of is actually darkness, people are afraid of loneliness, because loneliness is the darkness of the heart, and people are also afraid of death, because death is eternal darkness.

The little killing god Lin Xiao raised his right hand, there was a moving eye in his fingers, and the warm touch coming from his hand was so real, his left hand was holding a dying teenager, he could even feel the young man trembling slightly because of the pain.

Lin Xiao couldn't remember clearly, this was the first time that such a scene had been looped back and forth, so real, so desperate.

Every time he reappeared, his soul trembled.

He kept telling himself that it was just a reflection of his heart, but everything around him, including his soul, was so deep that he couldn't extricate himself, and his eyes gradually went numb.

Suddenly, a very distant voice called him, extremely gentle, as if it were a bright beacon in a lonely voyage, the warmest ray of sunshine in his heart, accompanied by the words that lingered in his ears, as if it were the warm embrace of a girl.

"Just hold on and wait, and miracles will happen. ”

Lin Xiao opened his eyes, and his eyes returned to the boundless darkness in front of him, and he took another step forward gently.

Suddenly, the environment around him changed again, and he held a gun in his hand, snow-white, crystal clear, and his hand holding the gun was extremely steady, without the slightest tremble, and then stabbed forward, as if he had stabbed it a thousand times.

The gun stabbed into the chest of a small figure in front of him, like stabbing into a mountain.

Lin Xiao looked up and saw a face that he admired and relied on the most since he was a child, it was the strongest heavenly dome in Yulong Pass in the past fifteen years, and it was also his father.

Immediately after that, the gun in his hand stabbed out again and again, and the blood that splattered out, under the effect of the frost origin of this frost flower gun, turned into a blood-colored ice flower in full bloom, so dazzling.

The frost spear was repeatedly stabbed out in the void, hundreds, or thousands, Lin Xiao's eyes were deadly open, bloodshot, he wanted to stop, but he couldn't control his hand, he still stabbed in smoothly, pulled out, and brought out blood crystal flowers, and so on.

"Ahh

A violent wail came out of Lin Xiao's mouth, two lines of blood and tears flowed down, and even the seven orifices began to bleed out, and the soul fire was in danger.

In the darkness of the Prison of Desolation, Lin Xiao, who was experiencing the reflection of his soul, also wailed violently, bleeding from his seven orifices, and in the void above him, the eyes of two purple demonic flames were blazing, staring down emotionlessly, cold and cold, although he also longed to leave this hell in hell, but as the dignity and pride of the demon king, how could he endure a weak person?

As the ruthless eyes continued to gaze, the red-clothed in the darkness below, more and more blood flowed out of the seven orifices, and suddenly, the purple demonic eyes suddenly showed extreme surprise.

At the same time, after Lin Xiao held the frost spear in his hand and stabbed it smoothly into the thick chest again, he suddenly couldn't pull it out, because a big hand full of calluses stretched out and grabbed the body of the spear that was pulled back, and then grabbed Lin Xiao's red clothes with the other hand and pulled it forward fiercely.

All along, when the frost spear entered and pulled out, but his face was stable, but he just frowned, but he took the initiative to react, he looked at his embarrassed and almost crazy son in front of him, and gently showed a loving smile, and then slowly moved his head to Lin Xiao's ear, opened his mouth, and spoke in a low voice, just like a father, to his son's entrustment.

"Those who see my heart develop bodhicitta and those who hear my name stop evil and cultivate good, those who hear my Dharma gain great wisdom, and those who know my heart become Buddhas, my son, you should understand that the biggest demon is the demon that holds on to the devil, and the demon is also "grinding", and all external obstacles and sufferings come from your own heart, so my son, I hope you have a heart Buddha, who can bring down all the demons in the world. ”

The murmur fell, Zhenyu Hou Lin Lang raised his hand and dug into his eyebrows, took out a flame that illuminated the entire darkness, and then slowly floated into Lin Xiao's eyebrows, and in the next moment, the fire of the King of Fudong instantly burned from the red clothes, and in the blink of an eye, the light was bright, illuminating the entire prison of desolation.

It was the first light of this hell in countless years.

Lin Xiao opened his eyes, raised his head, and looked at the terrifying existence that had been hidden in the darkness in front of him, and was now illuminated by the Ming King Fire, and the burning eyes of the Demon Flame also looked downward, and then spoke lightly, and the cold, terrifying voice resounded throughout the Prison of Desolation.

"My name is Terror Blade, I come from the hell of hell, a human chosen by the host, you have found me and come to me, then whether you are a Buddha or a demon, you and I will be connected by fate from now on, I will be the worst nightmare of every enemy, but I am your best friend. ”

After finishing speaking, the shadow that covered the sky and the sun, the demonic blade behind it opened in all directions, stretched out its claw-like hands, hugged forward, and gradually shrank downward.

"My name is Lin Xiao, the eldest son of Lin Lang, the Marquis of Yuhou of Daxia Town, but from now on, I have a new name. ”

Ganzhou, Qingsong Town, the little killing god sitting on the bed, opened his eyes suddenly, and within the two eyes, one was the golden of the fire of the immovable Ming King, and the other was the deep purple of the burning demon flame, the coexistence of Buddha and demons, the outer demon and the inner Buddha, opened his mouth, and the voice of the Buddha and the demon sounded in the void.

"Now, I, Great Summer Dire, Terrorblade. ”

Under the Xuantian Wood of the White Emperor Palace, a systematic electronic synthesis sound sounded in Zhao Yu's mind, and then he smiled lightly, raised his right hand, and a raging demonic flame suddenly burned on it, and he clenched his fist again, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Liang Po, let everyone in the Dire Division immediately go deep into the Southern Barbarian Forest, and at the same time, the Radiant Army will stand by to support, and release the news, just say that after the army selects the army, I will go to the Southwest Barbarian Forest to have a look. ”

Qingsong Town, a house belonging to the iron pillar, the door of the house opened, and the little killing god Lin Xiao stepped out of the house.

As soon as I went out, I saw that the burly figure of the iron pillar was already standing in the courtyard, compared with before, this former Dunshan military academy captain had undergone earth-shaking changes, as if he had become a real green pine!

The dazzling sunlight in the sky shone on Lin Xiao's still broken and faded red robe, and at the same time, he was in a trance, just a few days, but it was like a world away.

Only by experiencing infinite darkness can we know how precious light is.

The tower-like body gradually approached, and the iron pillar with heavy armor on his back raised his hand and handed out a palm-sized scroll, and then a deep voice sounded.

"Your Majesty has an order, and the war will start. ”

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