Reborn 80,000 Years Chapter 1943: In the fog

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A huge black shadow emerged from the depths of the valley, as if it could cover the sky and the sun.

It was a huge body composed of endless black air, which seemed to be tens of feet high. As the black shadow walked out, countless submersible souls flew towards it from the air, instantly plunged into his body. Then he grew bigger and bigger under the fusion of the submerged soul, and seemed to grow several feet in a blink of an eye.

This is the Demon Lord?

Floating Kong shook his head: "This is the shadow composed of the mind and spiritual power of the Devil Extinguisher."

"What about the others?"

"His man is behind the shadow."

Yang Chen looked behind the black shadow, but saw a small figure standing there, looking like a child who was only a few years old.

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

Floating Kong doesn’t seem to like Yang Chen comparing him to Demon Exterminator, and said with dissatisfaction: "I am completely different from him. When did I have such a big and dark shadow?"

The shadow uttered a terrifying roar: "I am the Demon Exterminator, the destroyer of the destiny, the terminator of the world, don't you hurry up and bow down!"

Yang Chen laughed: "How about bowing down and claiming court? Isn't that chaos again?"

Shadow laughed: "This world is inherently wrong, and you are willing to act as the woman's accomplices, which is even more wrong!"

"Then tell me, what is right?"

Shadow roared wildly: "Chaos!"

Before speaking, he slapped a huge palm down from the air, like a black cloud suddenly falling from the sky, as if with boundless pressure, he slammed down toward Yang Chen.

The palm of the hand brought a violent wind from the sky, and countless tribes of the Six Gods were tottering in the wind.

Spiritual power is like a torrential rain falling from the sky, rushing from the sky and the earth, constantly washing everyone's body.

Yang Chen took out his sword, the sword light shot up into the sky, as if he wanted to pierce the huge palm of the sky.

The giant palm fell, and Yang Chen was slapped under his palm, his body enveloped in black air.

In an instant, he seemed to be standing in a chaotic space.

There is nothing around, no destroyers, no six gods, no wood spirit and floating air, no valley trees, only endless misty night fog.

The mist in front of him suddenly gathered into a figure. It was the first person he killed after waking up in this world.

The man looked at him with a sneer, a bit of bitterness, and then showed crazy killing intent, thinking of him rushing over.

Yang Chen swung his sword and roared: "Kill!"

The sword light fell, and the man was torn apart.

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

"Seven of you again?" Yang Chen sneered: "Let's go on together!"

Seven figures instantly turned into seven black wolves roaring, with their mouths open, and their hideous teeth seemed to be able to tear everything apart.

"It's Swift Wolf Skill again!"

Yang Chen faced the opponent he had defeated, his face gradually thickened with killing intent.

He swung his sword, slashed wildly, the light of the sword was scattered, and the seven black wolves shattered one after another.

The black mist flew away and condensed again, and countless lights and shadows flashed in front of him one by one, all being killed by him.

The opponents who have faced him before, those who once wanted to kill him, and those who have been defeated by him, showed up in the dark mist and attacked him again, again and again He was smashed with sword light.

The killing intent on Yang Chen's face has become stronger and stronger, the look in his eyes is almost crazy, his sword is getting more and more fierce, and he is less and less scrupulous when he is 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 also crushed by the sword energy.

"Ah!"

He woke up suddenly and realized who he had just killed.

There was a sound of laughter in the black fog, and the voice was full of sarcasm and mockery.

A crack appeared in the mist, and a beautiful figure walked out of the crack. She slowly walked out of the door, her eyes looking at Yang Chen coldly, and her deep and bright eyes seemed to have no trace of earthly emotion.

And her face seems to surpass all the imagination of this world.

Her indifference, her beauty, and her words will only make people look up and worship.

The Red Queen!

No, this red dust is fake.

Her dress is black, her hands are also black, only her pupils are pure white, and the misty pure white seems to be very empty.

These people, those who have been killed by him and emerged from the fog one after another, including his father Yang Shan, including the Empress in front of them, they are all fake.

The mist on Hong Chen's face was surging, it seemed to have a hint of sneer, a hint of sarcasm: "Kill! Yang Chen, as long as you kill everything, cut everything, you can become a demon!"

"Become a demon?"

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

"What's wrong with becoming a demon? You can kill it unscrupulously. You can kill all of his relatives, friends, and Empress Hongchen!"

"Have you forgotten that this woman combined with Emperor Jingxin and killed you in the previous life?"

"Are you willing to submit to her?"

"Kill!"

Yang Chen looked at the phantom of Empress Hong Chen, with an expression of pain and hatred in his eyes, and the sword in his hand was instantly pierced.

The sword light was like a rainbow, instantly splitting the body of Empress Hongchen, her body gradually shattered and dissipated in the sword light, but a smile appeared on her face.

"Good killing, Yang Chen, continue to kill! Don't stop!"

A figure walked out of his body, stood opposite him, slowly turned to face him, with a cold smile on his face. Looking at him, Yang Chen seemed to be looking at himself in the mirror, but that self was dark and cold.

"Ama!"

"I told you that you have too much obsession in your heart. As a warrior, you should cut off the red dust, cut off the seven emotions and six desires, no desires and no desires!"

"Now, you are bound by family affection. For warriors, this is a taboo! It will also become a straw that will crush you in the future! Even, it will become your fatal weakness!" Ah Mo's voice, from Slowly came in my mind, and the voice became extremely serious.

Yang Chen stared at Ah Mo in a daze: "What should I do?"

"Kill me, kill yourself!"

"Kill myself?"

"Wake up, the road to becoming a strong man is destined to be lonely. Don't let foreign objects disturb your mind."

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Yang Chen roared wildly, almost completely losing his mind, waving his sword thinking about cutting off himself in the fog. In the sword light, Amo's figure shattered in an instant, but Yang Chen seemed to be suddenly stabbed by a cold sword intent, and the whole person felt the creeps.

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