Chapter 768: A demon king since ancient times

Tonight, this situation has occurred several times.
Zhu Ye and others came to the lake and found that Zhu Shadan's owner was Chen Changsheng.
Between the snow peaks, Zhu Ye's feet were cut off by the sound of the piano, watching the starry sky dying, he sighed faintly.
At this time, Chen Changsheng looked at the middle-aged scholar and couldn't help but sigh.
The gap between the two sides is too great, even if you exhaust your means, exhaust your wisdom, and even throw your head to the blood, there is no way to reverse the current situation.
Of course you will be reluctant, but you are helpless and helpless to the extreme, ten thousand emotions intertwined, and finally become a sigh.
When Chen Changsheng was shocked, he was puzzled, saying that the abyss was endless. Why is he still alive and showing up in front of his eyes?
Thinking of these things, he glanced at Haidi without speaking.
After hearing the unclear piano sound, Haidi turned his head and looked away. There was no more movement, and his eyes kept watching the direction of the piano sound, which is where the middle-aged scholar now stands.
This big devil figure is very stiff now, both physically and mentally, but Chen Changsheng is convinced that he must know he glanced at it.
This is an inquiry.
Should we join forces?
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The human race and the demons have been fighting for many years, and the two sides have suffered heavy casualties and deep hatred. Especially after the peace agreement between the Emperor Taizong and the demon king was torn apart thousands of years ago, unless some extreme circumstances, such as the Liang family’s unforgettable old hatred, the old hatred of the door, and the old days Zhou Du
Fu old things, the strong between the two sides have never joined forces again. The business boat secretly presided over the change of the Tianshuling, and the big figures in the old snow town only maintained a tacit understanding of not interfering with each other, and they would never directly borrow each other.
No one can afford to be infamous.
If Chen Changsheng wants to join forces with Haidi, he does not need to worry about this issue, because the identity of the middle-aged scholar will make the whole continent agree with his approach.
And this matter has a certain feasibility, Haidi is very likely to agree to cooperate with him.
More than two years ago, after the Xue Old City rebellion, the devil died and the Nanke disappeared. Countless royal ministers loyal to the old dynasty were beheaded, but Haidi survived, and his prestige was better than it was now. No matter how you look at the weight on the front, he must be a member of the rebels.
If he wants to live tonight, he must join forces with Chen Changsheng.
The temptation to kill Chen Changsheng, the human pope, is indeed great, but the killing of the middle-aged scholar is obviously more important for Haidi than anything in the world.
Haidi didn't respond to Chen Changsheng's eye inquiry, and still looked at the middle-aged scholar, alert and afraid, holding the broken tablet tightly.
The ruined garden is very quiet, what this quiet means, in fact, people in the field are very clear.
Nanke's eyes became more and more indifferent, and the wings slowly swaying in the night breeze became darker and darker, appearing more and more strange.
At this time, the middle-aged scholar's voice rang.
"I'm dying."
His voice is unusual.
Ordinary indifference, ordinary majesty, ordinary supremacy, no special place.
But if someone looks carefully at his face, he will notice some very unusual places.
The middle-aged scholar's face seemed to be always covered with a light night.
In the night, there are countless inscriptions with golden lights floating slowly, and below the inscriptions are painted mountains and waters, once desert, and then the blue sea, as he raises his eyebrows and lips, those blue seas generate waves, The desert is rushing, the scenery is extremely vivid, but it is still and abnormal, because there is no one in this all-round scenery.
And when he said that I was dying these four words, the big thousand world would also become much darker, as if it would die in the next moment.
So, Chen Changsheng knew that he was telling the truth.
He remembered the education hub many years ago. In the room full of various plum blossoms, he once heard Mei Lisha say something similar.
More than two years ago, he could not remember whether he was in the palace or in the National College of Education, and he also heard this statement from the uncle.
After thinking for a while, he said to the middle-aged scholar: "As long as he lives, he will die."
The middle-aged scholar said: "The fourth wonderful sentence of Daoyuan Fu."
Chen Changsheng did not ask what the top three sentences are, because everyone who reads Dao Zang will have his own understanding and perception. Of course, he will not be surprised that the other party easily recognizes that this sentence is from Dao Yuanfu. Because this person is well-known throughout the world, he is the greatest scholar in the old town of Tunguska.
"But who would really be willing to die? For example, Tianhai, such as Yin, and then those earlier people, even if they behaved calmly, how could they be willing to walk into the darkness obediently? I don’t even Yes, so I crawled out of that terrible darkness and came here to see you."
With the slow narrative, the night on the face of middle-aged scholars became deeper and deeper, making people more afraid to look directly.
He creaked the tone of his speech, and vaguely guessed some of his identity. Where could I believe that his voice trembled slightly.
"You... what do you want to do?"
"Your father said that you don't like reading, and you have a silly temperament, and it seems to be true tonight."
The middle-aged scholar has a gentle expression and said to her like an elder: "Relax, looking at your father's sake, of course I will not embarrass you."
Through this sentence, creak confirmed his identity, shocked and unable to speak, subconsciously looking at Chen Changsheng, his eyes looked particularly confused and helpless.
Countless years ago, a great Xuanshuang dragon did not want to succeed the dragon patriarch and went to the mainland.
On the mainland, it encountered many equally great existences, and then died in Zhou Yuan.
That is her father.
Only one of those great beings is her father’s friend, or, perhaps, her father only appreciates that one.
As time went by, Da Zhou had changed several emperors, Li Shan Jianzong had changed his term of office for three terms, and the Tang family had also changed the owner twice. Only the one who always sat at the highest point of the shrine. To the extent that many ordinary people have a wrong perception, it seems that since ancient times, as if heaven and earth, there is only one demon...devil.
Yes, the middle-aged scholar is the devil.
He is the most powerful and talented monarch in the history of Xue Old City, his majesty worshipped by the demons, and the most feared enemy of the human race.
If it were not for the human race that suddenly appeared countless geniuses at the beginning of his ruling, the Mozu had already occupied the entire continent under his leadership.
But no matter whether Zhou Dufu, Chen Xuanba, Emperor Taizong, Wang Zhice, or Tianhai, Yin and Shang after the millennium, could really beat him.
Facing the star-studded human powerhouse, he still led the demon to stand in the northern continent, just like the eternal night sky above the snow old city.
From any point of view, he is the greatest generation of demons.
Whether since ancient times, or heaven and earth.
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(Don’t walk into the darkness obediently, of course it’s from that poem. The interstellar crossing is good on that poem. It’s the exact opposite of the last point. Nolan needs to shoot a one that everyone can accept. The ending is something that makes me feel very sorry, I think this attitude is sharp and powerful.)
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