Chapter 1943

The huge shadow came out from the deep valley, as if to block out the sun.

It was a huge body composed of endless black air. It seemed to be tens of feet high. With the dark shadow coming out, countless hidden souls flew to it from the air, and instantly fell into his body. Then he grew bigger and bigger under the fusion of the hidden soul. In a flash, it seemed that he had grown a few feet.

This is the doomsday?

Floating in the air shook his head: "this is the shadow of the idea and spiritual power of the doomsday devil."

"What about others?"

"His people are behind the shadow."

Yang dust looked behind the shadow, but saw a small figure standing there, looking at the figure like a child only a few years old.

"It turns out that the devil is so small, it seems that he is somewhat similar to you."

Floating air does not seem to like Yang Chen very much. Comparing him with the devil, he said with some dissatisfaction: "I am completely different from him. When can I have such a big and dark shadow?"

The black shadow roared: "I am the destroyer, the destroyer of destiny, the terminator of the world. Don't you bow down quickly and submit yourself to the throne!"

Yang Chen laughs: "bow down to submit oneself and how, is not return to chaos?"

Dark shadow laughs: "this world is originally wrong, you actually willingly act as the accomplice of that woman, it is more wrong than wrong!"

"Then tell me, what is right?"

"Chaos!" roared the shadow

Before he finished speaking, he patted a huge palm from the air, like a black cloud suddenly falling from the sky, as if with boundless pressure, he pounded down towards Yang Chen.

With the wind from the air, countless members of the six gods clan were tottering in the wind.

Spiritual power is like a rainstorm from the sky. It is pouring in everywhere and scouring people's bodies.

Yang Chen came out of the sword, and the light of the sword soared into the sky, as if to pierce the huge palm.

When the giant palm falls, Yang Chen is photographed under the palm, and his body is covered with black gas.

For a moment, he seemed to be standing in a chaotic space.

There is nothing around, there is no exterminator, there is no six gods, there is no wood aura and floating air, there are no valley trees, only endless misty night fog.

The mist suddenly gathered into a figure, which was the first person he killed after waking up in the world.

The man with a sneer, a trace of resentment at him, and then show crazy killing intention, think he rushed to the past.

Yang Chen waved his sword and roared: "kill!"

The light of the sword fell, and the man was broken.

The broken figure dissipated in the fog, and the fog surged with the breeze, and suddenly gathered into seven figures in front of him.

"The seven of you again?" Yang Chen sneered: "you go up together!"

Seven figures instantly turned into seven black wolves roaring and roaring. The wolf's mouth opened and its ferocious teeth seemed to tear everything apart.

"It's the sick wolf again!"

Yang Chen faces the opponent that he once defeated, on the face is gradually thick kill intention.

He wielded his sword and chopped wildly. The light of the sword was scattered and the seven black wolves were broken one after another.

The black fog dispersed and condensed again, and countless lights and shadows flashed in front of him one by one, and all of them were killed by him one by one.

Those who had fought against him, those who had tried to kill him, those who had been defeated by him, appeared in the dark fog, attacked him again, and were smashed by his sword light again and again.

The killing intention on Yang Chen's face has become more and more intense. The expression in his eyes is almost crazy. His sword is more and more fierce, and he has no scruples when he comes out of the sword.

A familiar figure suddenly appeared in the fog, 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 crushed by the sword spirit.

"Ah

He woke up with a start and realized who he had just killed.

A laugh came out of the black fog. The voice was full of sarcasm and ridicule.

A beautiful figure came out of the crack. She walked out of the door slowly. Her eyes were cold and looked at Yang Chen. Her deep and bright eyes seemed to have no earthly feelings.

And her face seemed to surpass all the imagination of the world.

Her indifference, her beauty, her words, can only make people look up to, can only let people down.

Queen of the world!

No, this world is fake.

Her dress is black, her hands are also black, only the pupil is pure white, that blurred pure white seems to have incomparable emptiness.

These people, those who had been killed by him and appeared in the fog one after another, including his father, Yang Shan, and the queen of the world in front of him, were all fake.

The mist on the face of the world of mortals is surging. It seems that there is a trace of sarcasm and sarcasm: "kill! Yang Chen, as long as you kill everything and cut off everything, you can become a demon"Becoming a demon?"

"Yes, if you don't become an immortal, you will become a devil!"

"What's wrong with becoming a demon? You can kill him without fear. You can kill all his relatives, friends and the queen of the world of mortals!"

"Did you forget that it was this woman who united with the pure heart emperor to kill you in the previous life?"

"Would you submit to her?"

"Kill!"

Yang Chen looks at the phantom of the empress of the world of mortals, with a look of pain and hatred in his eyes, and the sword in his hand stabs out in an instant.

The light of the sword was like a rainbow, which split the body of the empress of the world of mortals in an instant. Her body was gradually broken and dissipated in the light of the sword, but a smile appeared on her face.

"Good killing, Yang Chen, keep killing! Don't stop! "

A figure came out of his body, stood opposite him, slowly turned to face him, with a cold smile on his face. Looking at him, Yang Chen seems to be looking at himself in the mirror, just that self, is dark, cold.

"Magic

"I told you that you have too much obsession in your heart. As a warrior, you should cut off the world of mortals, cut off the seven passions and six desires, and have no desire or desire."

"But now, you are bound by family affection. For martial arts, this is a big taboo! Will also become the straw that will crush you in the future! Even, it will become your fatal weakness A demon's voice came slowly from his mind, and his voice became very serious.

Yang Chen stares at a demon: "what should I do?"

"Kill me, kill yourself!"

"Kill myself?"

"Wake up, the road to become a strong man is doomed to be lonely, don't let foreign things disturb your mind."

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Yang Chen roared, almost completely out of his mind, waving his sword and thinking of cutting himself in the fog. In the light of the sword, a Mo's figure is also instantly broken, but Yang Chen seems to be stabbed by a cold sword, which makes the whole person feel creepy.

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

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