Chapter 687 The Demon's Sorrow

"Boom"

As countless clouds dissipated and reunited, heavy rain began to fall in the sky.

The heavy rain was mixed with some fluorescent lights that were still dissipating, and it seemed that countless demonic eyes were staring at this world.

The black tears that fell from the extinction of mercury in the past have also disappeared without a trace, but all vitality has been cut off between the world of thousands of miles, and the world has turned into gray. This place outside the South Gate of Heaven seems to have become the second Zhaoyao Mountain.

The vast majority of surviving monks looked at the two people in the pouring rain.

There was a dead silence under the entire gray sky. I don’t know what kind of emotions I was controlled by. Many monks stood in the air like wooden people.

The half-faced demon, Ling Shitian, Yu Shiqing and others all surrounded him at this moment.

The skin of the King of Northern Ming had turned as white as snow, without any blood. Even the temperature on his body seemed to be dissipating.

A little red light flew out of Luo Bei's hand and turned into a blood-red ice-crystal-like mandala flower wrapped in Nalan Ruoxue.

Just when he was bombed into the ground, Luo Bei had already sealed her in order to prevent Nalan Ruoxue, who had been severely injured. At this moment, although Luo Bei still didn't know what kind of magic weapon the King of Northern Ming finally cast the Desert Heavenly Banner, which was severely injured by Huang Wushen, he knew more than anyone else about what time the King of Northern Ming was.

In fact, when the magic of defeating the Netherworld Blood Sea was released, the true energy in the Beiming King's body had almost been consumed. Huang Wushen had no mistake in his judgment of the Beiming King.

When the Northern Ming King finally cast the magic weapon, he borrowed only Luo Bei's true essence. Although Luo Bei's true essence in the Delusion Heaven Changsheng Sutra can drive almost all magic and magic weapons, not everyone can bear his true essence.

While the extremely powerful false thoughts of the Heavenly Eternal Life Sutra was introduced into his body, it also smashed all the meridians passing along the way to smash. Moreover, when the true energy was poured into the body of the Northern Ming King, Luo Bei had already felt that the power emitted by the magic weapon had completely destroyed the vitality in the Northern Ming King's body.

Nalan Ruoxue is seriously injured now, but she is a disciple of the Northern Ming King. At the last moment of the Northern Ming King, Luo Bei must let her be with the Northern Ming King.

"Master"

"king"

Many demon cultivators who survived Zhaoyao Mountain also gathered, and their eyes were like Nalan Ruoxue, and tears slid out.

"It's a pity... but we should still have a chance." The King of Northern Ming shook his head slightly. He seemed to say this to Luo Bei. After saying this, he nodded to Nalan Ruoxue again. A small crystal light yellow bead, which seemed to shine with some light talismans, floated out of his hand and sank into Nalan Ruoxue's forehead.

As soon as the bead flew out, the Northern Ming King's eyes immediately dimmed quickly, as if they would be extinguished at any time.

A sad voice came from the demon cultivator gathered around him.

This Optimus Prime has supported and protected Zhaoyao Mountain for so many years, but now, Zhaoyao Mountain's pillar is finally about to collapse.

"Old friend", the half-faced demon held the already cold hand of the King of Northern Ming. A stream of strange magic power fluctuations emanated from him, and the life span of the half-faced demon seemed to be disappearing, but such magic power fluctuations disappeared immediately, and a look of disappointment appeared in the eyes of the half-faced demon.

"The Heavenly Demon celebrates his birthday... is indeed a magical power that goes against the sky. If it weren't for the Heavenly Demon, I might have the chance to go with you to the Zhanzhou Zetian with you to see the lotus you planted." The King of Northern Ming looked at the half-faced Heavenly Demon, and a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The half-faced demon looked at the King of Northern Ming. He seemed to understand the meaning in the King of Northern Ming's eyes. At this last moment, his hands tightened and asked, "Your Heavenly Death Banner?"

"It is the first magic weapon of ancient Buddhism. It has the power to open up the world. The shit Buddhist sect. Because this magic weapon is too powerful and the murder is too heavy, it is very compassionate and dedicated to it with your own flesh and blood... In fact, it is not like some of your magic weapons that need to be breeded in the body, and constantly suppress and nourish it with the qi and blood of your spirit and true energy. It is not a tarsal magic weapon that you have to swallow if you want to use its power." The King of Northern Ming made a swear word at this time, but no one around found it ridiculous or ridiculous.

"But this magic weapon is too powerful. With my cultivation and mind, I still cannot control it. If I hit it out in one fell swoop, it would be like a wild horse. At this moment, I cut through the void and didn't know where to fly to it. It would be almost impossible to find this magic weapon to deal with Huang Wushen."

The half-faced demon holding the hand of the Northern Ming King didn't ask anything, nor did Luo Bei say anything.

Perhaps at this time, the King of Northern Ming had gained a trace of peace since he had cultivated his supernatural powers. He could not think about anything, and his eyes looked at the world in the distance.

The last divine light in the eyes of the King of Northern Ming dissipated.

Amid the sad voices of countless demon cultivators, countless lights were emitted from his body, and some of the purest spiritual energy of heaven and earth emanated from him and returned to the world.

His whole body gradually deformed, from human form to a white dog.

The true nature of the King of Northern Ming was actually a dog. He was actually a peerless demon cultivator who was cultivated by the most ordinary dog. Even with Huang Wushen's ambition was delayed for decades under the shock of him and Yuan Tianyi.

No wonder many Kunlun disciples would call him an old dog hiding in Zhaoyao Mountain when they mentioned the King of Northern Ming and insulted the King of Northern Ming with words.

But at this moment, most of the monks present could not help but salute him silently.

With the cultivation of King Beiming, even if he dies, he can choose to be destroyed without leaving any trace. However, King Beiming did not, but he let his true form appear between heaven and earth.

He wanted to let the heaven and the earth know in this way that all living beings have the right to control their own life and death. In this world, there are always some people who are unwilling to live according to the wishes of others. Even this "person" was originally just a dog.

"What were we fighting for?"

This kind of thought suddenly appeared in the minds of many people from the Zhengdao Xuanmen and Tianlan practitioners.

"If you don't want to die, leave quickly. Don't go back to Kunlun."
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