(BL)(MTL)Two Long Aotian's Shura Field (Wearing Books)

Chapter 28

    Time, once again stretched.

    Rong Jin maintained his mechanical movements, stabbed and retracted, reaping one life after another.

    At the same time, the years also accelerated rapidly on him, the wrinkles on his face became more and more, his hands gradually lost the strength to hold the sword, and even his body slowly hunched down.

    When he raised the sword again, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

    ——I can't hold it anymore, it seems that I have to hurry up.

    After killing the last person, this aging body also reached its limit and smashed to the ground.

    At this moment, a beam of light shot up into the sky on the king city, and the blood-colored sky was instantly reflected in the sky.

    Rong Jin turned his head to look in the direction of the beam of light with difficulty, and twitched the corner of his mouth, as if he wanted to laugh, but he had no strength.

    But at this moment, his eyes, clouded by aging, were full of joy and relief.

    ——A Pei, your kid has finally made a breakthrough, and it is not worth being a teacher...

    His thoughts began to be intermittent, each thought flashed and disappeared quickly, and vaguely heard the system say: [Congratulations to the host for completing the task, Now start the return procedure. 】

    The next moment, this old and withered body closed its eyes forever.

    ...

    Since the main force of the two major families was basically killed by Rong Jin, Pei Ming's subordinates, who were still struggling to deal with them, quickly reversed the situation and wiped out the remaining remnants.

    After the battle was over, they entered the palace and were ready to go.

    In the royal capital, the skeletons that can be seen everywhere are scattered on the ruins everywhere, and the thunder tribulations over the royal palace smashed one after another, and the huge roar reflected the desolation of the capital.

    When the blood moon, which belongs to the devil world alone, rises, the sound of thunder calamity gradually ceases.

    Pei Ming's thunder tribulation was over, and he walked out of the hall that was smashed into ruins by the thunder calamity. Wherever he passed, all demons knelt down to show their respect for the only transcendental powerhouse since the destruction of the divine history.

    But although this young Devil Emperor walked calmly, he was full of joy in his heart and wanted to share it with that person.

    The mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood under his feet did not bring him any waves, and he only walked firmly in one direction.

    He remembered that he had sent someone to let Rong Jin hide in...

    He stopped abruptly.

    In front of him were nearly ten scattered corpses, the same as those he had seen before.

    But he saw a familiar fox fur, lying quietly in the middle.

    For the first time, the young Devil Emperor had such a weak thought of cowardice. He walked to the corpse with trembling legs and picked him up. After seeing the face of the man, his heart suddenly stopped.

    With cold fingers, he tucked the white hair covering the man's face behind his ears, his voice hoarse to the point of inaudible. He said, "Look at you, you are so smug and beautiful on weekdays, how can you make yourself so ugly now.

    "

    ——Who cares about you, who cares about you doing this!

    ......

    The first thing that the new Demon Emperor will do after he ascends the throne is to hold a grand funeral.

    The altar of the royal capital was also renovated with the reconstruction of the capital. Inside the altar, a blazing fire was burning dazzlingly.

    The young Demon Emperor held a corpse in his arms, walked slowly to the altar, and threw the corpse into the fire with his own hands.

    Before the corpse fell on the altar, the Devil Emperor couldn't help but wanted to grab the man's hand, but missed it.

    He retracted his hand and looked at the man being swallowed up by the firelight, his fingers trembling, but he thought: this is fine... this is fine. After all, you are so ugly, and you don't want to lie on the ground so ugly in the future, right?

    ......

    Later, Pei Ming seemed to have forgotten his best friend.

    It was only occasionally that someone who paid attention noticed that a small porcelain-white bottle had been hanging around his neck.

    To be so treasured by the Demon Emperor, it is estimated that it is a great magic weapon.

    Those who saw it thought so.

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