"It's really... despicable."

Zun Huangtian murmured in a low voice, because Shan Shen Lin Mo's last promise completely dissipated the fighting spirit he had maintained.

It was also after this fighting spirit disappeared that his body continued to shrink, and Pangu's true body could no longer maintain it, but the sword that passed between his eyebrows and passed through the back of his head became even more conspicuous.

Life passed much faster than he expected. The Black Sun Wind Disaster, which cost Lin Mo his left arm, undoubtedly made up for the severe external injuries and internal blood backlash that he had suffered at that time.

The most fatal blow.

Compared to this, the damage caused by the bright blood-red sword was negligible.

"Does this let me make my own choice? But I don't know how to use my great wish to fulfill this sword."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the power of chaos spreading around him carving mysterious patterns on his body, as if a special spell had been activated.

Quietly feeling a kind of power that was different from that of warriors and mages in his body, Zun Huangtian silently closed his eyes.

He had already expected this ending for him. Although the urgent desire to die in his heart was driven away, he still had no fear of death.

The promise he was able to get from Lin Mo in the end was already a profit for him.

As for what will happen to the demon world in the future, that is not something he has to worry about.

His breathing gradually became steady, as if he had really fallen asleep, until a white light covered him, and everything was hidden in this void universe, under this too dazzling light.

The top of Creation Mountain.

Meng Qi sighed and looked at Lin Mo, who looked indifferent:

"The evaluation he gave you is true. Your promise was the last straw for him."

Lin Mo said expressionlessly:

"I can't give him a heroic ending, and I won't disclose the truth about the bloody disaster for him.

As for the word despicable, I accept it."

This answer made Meng Qi not know how to answer it for a moment, and then his eyes looked towards the blood-stained man shrouded in white light.

"In order to be promoted to nine stars with the power of slaying demons, it actually relies on a demon clan's great love for the demon world. How ironic it is.

But your world is really sad. The only master who has such a great wish and has achieved such strength is Zunhuangtian."

Lin Mo was silent for a moment and said:

"The price of a hero is not something ordinary people can bear. These two words are too heavy."

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Medical Hall.

When everyone saw Zunhuangtian's body gradually dissipating as the white light appeared, their expressions were a little mixed.

They didn't hear Shanshan Lin Mo's promise to Zunhuangtian. All they saw was Shanshan Lin Mo suddenly self-destructing, and Zunhuangtian could only close his eyes and wait for death because of the sword between his eyebrows.

They had no idea about the inside story hidden in it, and what they saw and heard was just what Lin Mo wanted them to know.

As the Lord of the Great Dream, Huan Cangyuan breathed a sigh of relief quietly. Que Tianyi on the side saw this and mocked:

"Zunhuangtian's strength is too terrifying. After the previous misunderstanding was clarified, his reputation has reached its peak, even if he has no intention of establishing a dynasty.

But as long as he returns to the demon world, many demons will actively choose to follow him. By that time, the matter of establishing a force can no longer be decided solely by Zun Huangtian's own wishes.

Coupled with his benevolence that is completely inconsistent with his appearance, sooner or later he will be forced to take the path of world hegemony again.

Now that he is dead, you have been saved from a big trouble in the future."

Huan Cangyuan did not make any secret about this, and said directly:

"You're right.

As a warrior, I feel sorry for his death, but as the head of a dynasty, I do feel somewhat grateful in my heart.

Just because no one wants to face such an enemy.

Even if his intelligence is lacking, his charisma is more than enough to make up for everything.

But I am not surprised by his death."

There was no need for Huan Cangyuan to speak clearly about the following words. Que Tianyi understood the meaning behind his words and did not want to continue this topic.

"Then now that the first game is over, it's time for the real drama to begin."

At the same time, outside the Creation Mountain.

Apricot petals all over the sky appeared out of thin air. As the gatekeeper, Nangong glanced at them with disdain and then cast his gaze into the distance.

At the same time, a familiar poem trumpet sounded across the sky.

Observe that there is no defeat in the world,

Overlooking the common people and Gu Hongli.

Originating from the apricot blossom singing a thousand notes,

The mirror water is thousands of distortions and the feathers are light.

Ouyang Chili's figure was made of apricot flowers. He waved the Suzaku feather fan in his hand gently, then faced the empty sky and saluted:

"As the chess player for the second game, Ouyang Chili invites all the seniors to show up."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a ghostly aura coming towards him. Nangong Hen was about to step forward to resist, but was stopped by Ouyang Chili.

Behind him, a black hole opened up the space, and the figure inside let out a shocking roar, and struck away with terrifying murderous intent!

The collision of the two momentums immediately made the already illusory Creation Mountain look even more shaky.

Then the figure in the black hole disappeared, but the ghostly aura revealed its true appearance.

It was the Ghost Lord who fought with Mr. Blood that day!

"Mr. Ouyang, will the next round still use this method of dividing the battlefield?"

Accompanied by bursts of dragon roars, a man wearing a golden dragon robe stepped out of the sky, with a domineering aura that unscrupulously oppressed everyone around him, but his eyes revealed an incompatible amusement.

The second person to appear was Mo Emperor Lin Zhenshi, or the Divine Gu Evil Emperor!

Ouyang Chili shook his head slightly and replied:

"The game is going to be bigger next, so after asking all the seniors to show up, I want to discuss the terms with Tian."

"Discussing terms with Tian? Mr. Ouyang is quite courageous!"

A gorgeous scene of the Heavenly Palace is reflected in the east, and the Emperor of Heaven, wearing the robe of the Nine Dragon Emperor and fused with the body of the Corpse Emperor, has arrived.

Compared with his mighty and domineering aura, his eyes were extremely calm, like a calm lake.

But the look in his eyes suddenly changed in the next second, a flash of anger burst out from the depths of his eyes, and a biting murderous aura stirred up the billowing sand and dust around him.

"Ahem, I should be the fourth one to arrive."

Po Meng's appearance was silent. If she hadn't coughed deliberately, no one would have even noticed her presence.

Ouyang Chili nodded slightly at the Emperor of Heaven who suppressed his anger and Po Meng who tried his best to reduce his presence, and looked to the horizon helplessly:

"Three seniors, since they have already arrived, you should show up first."

A cold snort sounded, followed closely by a poetic chant.

Thousands of monks and ten thousand Buddhas perished with blood,

Purging sins and punishing people should be the beginning of the world!

Demons, Buddhas, monsters, monks,
Chapter completed!