Chapter 1943: In the mist

A huge black shadow came out from the depths of the valley, as if it could cover the sky and the sun.
It was a huge body composed of endless black air, which seemed to be several tens of feet high. As the black shadow came out, countless submersible souls flew towards it from the air, instantly plunged into his body, and then he Under the fusion of the submerged soul, it grew bigger and bigger, and it seemed to grow several feet in a blink of an eye.
This is the Demon Lord?
Fu Kong shook his head: "This is the shadow composed of the mind and spiritual power of the Devil Extinguisher."
"What about others?"
"His people are behind the shadows."
Yang Chen looked behind the black figure, but saw a small figure standing there, looking like a child who was only a few years old.
"It turns out that Demon Lord is so small, but it seems to be somewhat similar to you."
Floating Kong didn't seem to like Yang Chen comparing him with Demon Exterminator, and said with some dissatisfaction: "I am completely different from him. When did I have such a big and dark shadow."
The black shadow uttered a terrifying roar: "I am the Demon Sovereign Destroyer, the Destroyer of the Destiny, and the Terminator of the World. Don't you hurry and bow your heads!"
Yang Chen laughed: "What about bowing down and claiming court, isn't it still chaos?"
The shadow laughed: "This world is inherently wrong, and you are willing to act as the woman's accomplice, which is even more wrong!"
"Then tell me, what is right?"
The shadow roared wildly: "Chaos!"
Before he finished his words, he slapped a huge palm down from the air, like a black cloud suddenly falling from the sky, as if with boundless coercion, he slammed down toward Yang Chen.
The palm of the hand brought a violent wind from the sky, and countless tribes of the Six Gods were tottering in the wind.
Spiritual power is like a torrential rain falling from the sky, rushing over the sky, constantly washing everyone's body.
Yang Chen took out his sword, and the sword light shot up into the sky, as if he wanted to pierce the huge palm of the sky.
The giant palm fell, and Yang Chen was slapped under the palm, his body enveloped in black air.
In an instant, he seemed to be standing in a chaotic space.
There is nothing around, no destroyers, no six gods, no wood spirit and floating air, and no valley trees, only endless blurred night fog.
The mist in front of him suddenly gathered into a figure, which was the first person he killed after waking up in this world.
The man looked at him with a sneer, a bit of bitterness, and then showed crazy killing intent, thinking of him and rushed over.
Yang Chen swung his sword and roared: "Kill!"
The sword light fell, and the person was fragmented.
The broken figure dissipated in the mist, and the mist surged with the breeze and suddenly condensed into seven figures in front of him.
"Are you seven again?" Yang Chen sneered: "Let's go on together!"
The seven figures instantly turned into seven roaring black wolves, the wolf's mouth opened, and its hideous teeth seemed to shred everything.
"It's Swift Wolf Skill again!"
Faced with the opponent he had defeated, Yang Chen gradually became murderous.
He swung his sword, slashed wildly, the light of the sword was scattered, and the seven black wolves were broken.
The black mist flew away and condensed again, and countless lights and shadows flashed in front of him one by one, all being killed by him.
Those opponents who have faced him before, those who once wanted to kill him, and those who have been defeated by him, showed up in the black mist, attacked him again, and were used by him again and again. Jianguang cut the smash.
The killing intent on Yang Chen's face has become stronger and stronger, the look in his eyes is almost crazy, and his sword is getting more and more fierce, and he is less and less scrupulous when he is out of the sword.
A familiar figure suddenly appeared in the mist, his father Yang Shan.
But Yang Chen has fallen into a kind of madness, it seems that there are only enemies in front of him.
The sword light flashed again, and Yang Shan's figure was also crushed by the sword energy.
"what!"
He woke up suddenly and realized who he had just killed.
There was a laugh from the black fog, and the voice was full of ridicule and mockery.
A crack appeared in the fog, and a beautiful figure walked out of the crack. She slowly walked out of the door, her eyes looking at Yang Chen coldly, her deep and bright eyes as if there was no trace of earthly emotion.
And her face seemed to surpass all the imagination of this world.
Her indifference, her beauty, and her words will only make people look up and worship.
Empress of the Red Dust!
No, this red dust is fake.
Her dress was black, her hands were black, only her pupils were pure white, and the misty pure white seemed to be extremely hollow.
These people, those who had been killed by him and emerged from the fog one after another, including his father Yang Shan, including the Empress of the Red Dust in front of them, they were all fake.
The mist surging on Hong Chen's face seemed to have a hint of cynicism and a hint of sarcasm: "Kill! Yang Chen, as long as you kill everything and cut everything off, you can become a demon!"
"Into a demon?"
"Yes, if you don't become a fairy, you will become a demon!"
"What's wrong with becoming a demon? You can kill it unscrupulously. You can kill all of his relatives, friends, and Empress Hongchen!"
"Have you forgotten that this woman combined with Emperor Jingxin and killed you in the previous life?"
"Are you willing to submit to her?"
"kill!"
Yang Chen looked at the phantom of Empress Hong Chen, with an expression of pain and hatred in his eyes, and the sword in his hand was pierced instantly.
The sword light was like a rainbow, instantly splitting Empress Hong Chen's body, her body gradually shattered and dissipated in the sword light, but a smile appeared on her face.
"Kill well, Yang Chen, continue to kill! Don't stop!"
A figure came out of his body, stood opposite him, and slowly turned to face him, with a cold smile on his face. Looking at him, Yang Chen seemed to be looking at himself in the mirror, but that one himself was dark and cold.
"Ama!"
"I told you that you have too much obsession in your heart. As a martial artist, you should cut off the red dust, cut off the emotions and desires, no desires and no desires!"
"Now, you are bound by family affection. For the warrior, this is a big taboo! It will also become a straw that will crush you in the future! Even, it will become your fatal weakness!" Ah Mo's voice, slowly in his mind Slowly, the voice became extremely serious.
Yang Chen stared at Ah Mo in a daze: "What should I do?"
"Kill me, kill yourself!"
"Kill myself?"
"Wake up, the road to becoming a strong man is destined to be lonely. Don't let foreign objects disturb your mind."
"kill!"
"kill!"
Yang Chen roared wildly, almost completely losing his mind, brandishing his sword thinking about cutting off himself in the mist. In the sword light, Amo's figure also shattered in an instant, but Yang Chen seemed to be suddenly stabbed by a cold sword intent, and the whole person felt the creeps.
A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.