Chapter 1489： Son of Darkness

"I know you've been waiting for this day."

Lin Yiyi smiled heartily, but her eyes were inexplicably red.

She knew that Qin Yan regarded her as a relative from the beginning to the end, and there were several confidantes beside him, but... she was suddenly a little reluctant.

"Hey! Lin Yiyi, you don't want to bear me, do you?"

Qin Yan resumed his usual frolic, but Lin Yiyi didn't smile as heartlessly as usual.

She walked to Qin Yan's side, hugged him tightly, and was silent for a long time.

And Qin Yan did not reject her hug, but his eyes gradually became heavier.

His way, it is impossible to stick to this small city of Yangyang, not even the land of Kyushu.

And Lin Yiyi is destined not to be the one who accompanies him to battle the world.

The three-year covenant had come, and it was time for him to fulfill his oath.

"Qin Yan, don't worry, I will take care of the Qin family for you. No matter where you are, don't worry about the clan."

Lin Yiyi took a deep breath, and a radiance suddenly appeared on her face.

Then, she saw that she took out a Qiankun bag from her arms and handed it to Qin Yan.

"There are some clothes in here, and some spiritual treasures from my City Lord's Mansion. You can take it with you, and don't embarrass me when you go out."

"Yiyi..."

Qin Yan's eyes trembled, but he stopped talking.

"Okay, don't be mother-in-law, let's go!"

After the words fell, Lin Yiyi didn't hesitate any longer, turned around and walked in the direction of Yangyang City.

only!

Tears were still streaming down.

Originally, she chased out of the city to ask Qin Yan if she could stay.

But seeing the brilliance in the boy's eyes, she understood that it was impossible.

In this case, all she can do is to guard the Qin family and silently solve all his worries for him.

"thanks."

It was not until the moment when Lin Yiyi's figure was about to disappear that Qin Yanfang bowed deeply towards the seemingly free and easy figure.

And Lin Yiyi just raised her hand and waved, without even turning her head back.

"Boy, this Miss Lin is very affectionate to you."

A gloomy laughter suddenly came from Qin Yan's ears, and the young man just shook his head helplessly and set off on the journey again.

Some people, as soon as they turn their heads, maybe... they will not be seen in this life.

"Jiuxiao, do you think I can win this time?"

"Aren't you afraid that you look down on Ben Shengjun?"

"Okay, stop, I know you're awesome, so let's... let's shock the world together."

At this time, the land of Zhongzhou.

This is the most prosperous area in Kyushu.

And the most powerful Black Demons of the three Protoss occupied this land.

"Buzz!"

I saw that today, above the Black Demon Holy Mountain, a ray of sunshine suddenly rose into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the situation of thousands of miles suddenly gathered, and a terrifying thunder calamity fell from the sky, covering thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

even!

This movement directly awakened many sleeping ancestors of the Black Demon Race.

Even the powerhouses of other forces in Zhongzhou walked out of the ancient temple of the main hall one after another and looked in the direction of the Black Devil Sacred Mountain.

The ten thousand zhang tribulation thunder penalty fell, and it lasted for a full day before dissipating invisible.

In the depths of the Black Devil Mountain, a young man in heavy armor walked slowly, his black hair fluttering, but his eyes were filled with vicissitudes that did not match his age.

"Congratulations to the Holy Son Batian to leave the customs!"

"Welcome Holy Son!"

One after another, the black demons walked out of the hall, stood on the mountain road, and knelt down towards the black armored figure.

even!

Even those black demon ancestors who have just left the customs have a solemn look on their faces, and their expressions are extremely respectful.

It is unimaginable that the ancestors of this family would bow down to a young holy son.

"Is it finally here? Resurrection of spiritual energy..."

The young man's eyes were cold and indifferent, and his body was full of recklessness.

I saw him looking down at his palm, and then clenched it suddenly.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, the whole world shattered and opened, and the avenues were consumed.

"How long have I slept?"

"Hui Shengzi, according to the records of the clan, it has been... 108,000 years."

One of the white-haired old men smiled brightly, never concealing the excitement in his eyes.

That's right!

This Holy Son of Batian is not a contemporary person at all, but an ancient freak of their black demon clan.

Back then, when the Black Demons were suppressed by the World Lord and expelled to the lower realm, it would be hard for them to come forward.

And Hei Batian, who had just broken through the holy realm, was completely powerless to change the fate of the demons.

But, his talent is recognized by the Black Demons as the strongest in history!

Not only did he awaken the Holy Body of the Nine Heavens Extreme, but he stepped into the Holy Land at the age of 300 years.

This kind of feat can be called shocking.

only!

In this desolate lower realm, no matter how talented Hei Batian is, he will never be able to escape the shackles of the holy realm, and will only end up in the long river of history.

He was not reconciled, and the Black Demons were also not reconciled.

Therefore, under the blood sacrifice of countless black demon powerhouses, Hei Batian was sealed with vitality and fell into a deep sleep.

And he has also become the only opportunity for the Black Demons to return to the upper realm, and even reclaim the world.

For 100,000 years, the Dark Demons have been waiting for a turmoil.

But now, with the recovery of spiritual energy in this world, the door to the upper world has opened, and this opportunity... has finally arrived.

To put it bluntly, with the talent of Hei Batian, let alone the arrogant demons in the land of Kyushu, even in the Qingcang world, who can compete with him!

"It's been 108,000 years... Really... I miss those old opponents very much."

Hei Batian looked up at the sky, his era was also the most turbulent era in Qingcang.

The world masters pushed the heavens and the earth horizontally, and the various races cut each other.

At that time, Qingcang was far more chaotic than it is today.

In the chaotic world, evil spirits appeared, and although Hei Batian could not say that he had crushed the entire Qing Cang peers, there were only a handful of people who could compare with him.

Now, when he woke up from his deep sleep, instead of the slightest excitement in his heart, he felt a sense of loneliness.

In the lower realm, there is simply no one who can compete with him.

How lonely would this immortal path be if there were no equal opponents?

"In this era, the devil will be respected."

"Saint Son mighty!"

"Saint Son is awesome!"

"Has anything major happened in Kyushu recently?"

Hei Batian shook his head, this body had not fought for a long time.

He desperately needs an opponent to stimulate the repressed fighting spirit in his heart!

"Back to the Holy Son, the Kyushu Holy Assembly is about to be held. At that time, all the heroes from heaven and earth will gather in Qingzhou to compete for the number one place in the world, but... generally such a human race, my black demons do not participate, and... many young masters have descended on the upper realm. The descendants are now looking for the source of the recovery of spiritual energy."

"The Kyushu Holy Meeting? Then... use this holy meeting to announce my return."

Hei Batian nodded lightly, stepped forward, and headed down the mountain.

As for the upper realm sect, in a region where the shackles of heaven are only holy realms, he doesn't need to be afraid of anyone at all.

Seeing that tall and tall figure, countless people from the Black Demon tribe bowed down again.

"Saint Son of Batian, please stand up for my Demon Race!"

"Praise for my Demon Race!"