Chapter 778: White water in Montenegro, a bright place

This beam of light does not come from the stars, but from a more distant and unknown world. It falls on the ground but has only one square foot. You can imagine how condensed it is.
Only the most pure and powerful energy, even the legendary gods, can create such a condensed light.
It seems that this light is very much like the holy light of the state religion, but the devil knows not, Chen Changsheng knows better, they all know where this light comes from.
In the holy beam of light, the devil's clothes fluttered slightly, the broken landscape on his face was washed away, and his appearance was rapidly aging.
The seal formed by the Heavenly Book Stele did not know when it left the area of ​​the beam of light and hovered silently in the night sky.
The seal swayed gently to the devil in the pillar of light, as if with a lot of emotions, with thousands of memories, and it seemed to say goodbye to an old friend.
The next moment, the beam of light disappeared.
There is no change in Xueling Lake Garden, there is no landslide and snow fall, there is no change in the world, no abyss comes, everything is as before, as if nothing has happened.
The devil stood in place.
Nanke is coming.
The emotions on the face of the young team were very complicated.
He looked at the demon monarch, and he kept talking. If it was three times, he was silent.
The demon withdrew his gaze to the starry sky, looked at the young formations, did not speak, thoughtfully.
Nan Ke came to the field, looked at the current picture, and was silent.
The silence to find time again will eventually be broken by the sound.
"Are you almost done?"
The young array teacher looked at the devil and asked softly, looking very cautious and a little timid.
The devil said: "If you are not sure about this, but venture to the south, it is stupid."
The young formation was convinced that he was never stupid, so he laughed.
He laughed heartily.
At the next moment, the smug smile on his face disappeared and turned into sad tears.
He burst into tears.
He laughed and cried, rejoicing but sad, painful but cheerful, humble but arrogant.
He was like a moody child, with grievances and a bit of pride, watching the devil sobbing: "Is it OK this time?"
The devil sighed, "Yes."
The young formation cried and said, "Then you will die this time?"
The devil said calmly, "Yes."
The young array teacher's expression became a little nervous, licking his dry lips, and asked, "Am I doing well this time?"
The devil looked at him with admiration and said, "This game is really good."
Listening to the praise, the young array teacher's face suddenly added a lot of brilliance, but even the pace became lighter.
He walked over to the demon king, dancing and jumping, like a rock rolling down the lonely peak.
Nanke's face was pale, and he wanted to come over, but he was stopped by the devil's eyes.
The young formation teacher approached the demon king and carefully supported him to sit down, as if he did not want to make the devil feel a bit of pain.
Then he looked at the devil and asked seriously, "Dad, does it hurt?
The Demon King looked at the young formations, his eyes full of spoiling and satisfaction, and said, "It's okay."
The young formation teacher raised his hand to wipe away the teardrops hanging from his eyelashes, and said, "I don't want that either."
While talking, his right hand fell like a black lightning on the devil's chest.
It was a dark, short sword that could not reflect any light.
The dagger penetrated the demon's chest deeply, and golden blood poured out of the dagger's hilt.
It seems that this dagger is actually hollow.
The devil coughed in pain and said, "You...should not use...this sword."
"Because this is your friend's relic?" The young array master pulled the black dagger from the demon's chest, glanced at the ground not far away, and said with grumbling: "That guy can use dragon whiskers to make swords. , I’m your son, why can’t I use it?"
Chen Changsheng lay there.
The young formation master pulled the devil's hand out of his body, strenuously broke the devil's finger, and took out something from it.
The devil's expression was still calm, as if he could not feel the pain of breaking his finger at all.
It was something like a comb of horns. I don't know what it was, and it should be his last life-saving means.
Previously, if the young formation did not cut off his sword in time to cut off his last chance, or it might be possible for him to find a chance to fight back.
"Aunt reminded me to be careful and careful when facing you."
The young array master looked at the horn comb and said with a lingering fear: "But I can't think of how careful I am, the Devil Horn is actually on you."
He put the horn comb carefully into his arms and put it away. He looked at the devil and said with a smile: "Did you say that when the younger aunt left the old town of Snow twenty years ago, he stole this holy thing? Dad? You are so cunning, we all thought it was off the mountain."
The devil said with a smile: "Your sister-in-law is so stupid that he was deceived by Xiao Xiaosu, I will always give him some lessons."
Thinking of the incident in the longevity sect, the young team teacher said with emotion: "The lesson is more than that? Fortunately, you should not be able to continue to teach me anymore."
At this time, the devil was alive and without any means, and there was no way to counterattack.
The young formation master confirmed all the details, and then really let down his mind, sitting next to the devil, wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, breathing for a moment before finally calming down, suddenly, he looked at the starry sky and laughed, shaking again Shaking his head, he seemed to have endless emotions.
"Actually, I'm scared, but what should I do? I still have to do it. Fortunately, I won."
Regardless of the initial silence or the madness afterwards, whether standing, sitting or lying down, the devil, the young formation and the Nanke are actually very similar-they are obvious or different, but the spirit is completely Same, especially when they are together.
They are like the black mountains, white waters and blood moons in the extreme north of the snowy field, exuding cruel, bloody, mysterious, yet extremely harmonious.
If no one is bothering, or this scene will last longer, however, there is an individual in this painting.
It is precisely because he is a human being that he cannot stand in this painting.
Chen Changsheng stood up, and the painting suddenly added more bright colors.
The extremely firm brightness came from his eyes and his voice.
"From the battlefield to the Songshan Military Mansion and here again, many people have died to protect you and save you. If you win, what about them?"
He looked at the young formation and said, "No matter who you are, no matter why you came from, this is wrong."
The young team looked at him, and he was able to stand up with some surprises. Then, a smile of sarcasm and ridicule appeared on the corner of his lips.
"Adult Pope is as weird as the rumors, but what else can you do?"
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