The children's corpses began to climb up the water wall. At the same time, a large number of bubbles appeared under the speedboat, and the boat was rising - a group of children's corpses swam under the boat, pushed the boat up, and held it in the air!

The hull tilted, the searchlight rolled into the water, swept through a large area of ​​dark sea water, and the corpse of the child climbed the edge of the boat, opened its mouth together, revealing its uneven teeth, and sang in unison like a chorus.

Wang Ze: "What are these naughty kids howling?"

"'The bloodline is constant, and the human demons will not die.'" Xuan Ji murmured, "'Sheng...Human race, do you still remember how many pieces you made me back then'?"

"I know that your 'corpse language' is at level 10," Wang Ze collapsed, "Just be careless, you don't need to translate word by word!"

Those children's corpses are not "corpse language", but ancient and elegant sounds from three thousand years ago. Before, Xuan Ji could only listen to a rough idea. To describe his level, it is probably equivalent to people who scored 425 points in the CET-4 English CET-4 forcibly watch American dramas without subtitles - they understand each other when they don't understand each other, and they need to guess and guess again based on the previous and subsequent texts and the body language of the characters.

But at this time, he found that the ancient eloquence was as familiar as his hometown dialect, with no gap between him.

He even turned the "Sheng Xiao" mentioned by the human demon into a "human race" in time to avoid exposing Sheng Lingyuan's identity.

"Remember," Sheng Lingyuan next to him was afraid that the world would float up from the boat, and calmly switched to the old saying, "One hundred and eight pieces, the executioner's skills are too poor."

The children's corpses laughed at the same time, which was the most annoying way for children to laugh. They mixed with the sound of waves and said "giggling": "There are exactly one hundred and eight corpses here."

As he finished speaking, a child corpse suddenly rose up, like a sword light, flew towards Sheng Lingyuan, so fast that it was hard to open his eyes.

Sheng Lingyuan made a quick step and just passed by the child's corpse - but there was an additional knife wound on the back of his hand.

Xuan Ji subconsciously covered the back of his hand, feeling the illusion that he had been cut by someone, and his heart and liver trembled.

The child's corpse fell on the deck of the speedboat. The place stained with the blood of Sheng Lingyuan was corroded, revealing the charred flesh and vague bones.

"The blood of the demon is so powerful." It laughed out loud, "His Majesty the Human Emperor, but your demon sword that can cut off the heaven and earth has been shattered. The blood on your body is enough to dye the sea. Has it killed my 108 clones?"

The Demon Sword... has been broken...

Demon Sword...

Xuan Ji's pupils shrank, and in an instant, the thousand-year-old time turned into a sledgehammer, hitting his temple straight. With a "buzzing", his body and soul were shocked.

In a trance, he felt as if he was in a palace, very cold, otherwise how could the person holding him keep trembling?

The man's cold and messy hair hung on him, like brocade in the early winter morning. He smelled the familiar incense on the man's body, and a row of heads under his feet. A group of people knelt on the ground, bent down to death.

"Your Majesty, this sword was damaged when it slashed the demon king. The demon king had long become a demon. He was eroded by this turbid air, and even the mountain clan could not help. It is connected to your mind. If you keep it, it will definitely damage your mind."

"You have always been aware of yourself, but recently you have been irritable and impulsive. It can be seen that this is an ominous thing. You should deal with it early!"

"Your Majesty, the demon clan has not been cleared yet, the country has just been settled, the bones of hundreds of millions of soldiers are not cold, you are carrying the hope of the people..."

Xuan Ji couldn't help but leave, thinking: Sheng Xiao would even tremble.

Sheng Lingyuan, who was trembling, could no longer bear it, interrupted the hustle and bustle of a room, and said in a sequel: "The bones of billions of soldiers are not cold yet, does the Prime Minister want to be cold first?"

The old minister kneeling in front leaned down, revealing the rugged shoulder blades under his neck, like an old horse waiting to be slaughtered, and he was killed.

"Go down and get thirty sticks yourself." Sheng Lingyuan sneered like a famous tyrant in history, "There are more talkative..."

As he finished speaking, the water cup on the table exploded instantly, and the hot tea soup spilled into the case. His laughter suppressed the indescribable murderous intent. He brushed his sleeves and threw over the table, held his sword and left.

A look came over, Xuan Ji, who was watching, shivered, and the afterglow caught a glimpse of the surging heads behind the endless heads. A masked black shadow stood quietly outside the crowd, her eyes neither sad nor happy, like a shrine.

The eyes were staring at the witch's overturned race, and now they were watching him.

At that time, the Duling Palace had not been completed, and the imperial city was in a mess. The emperor was suspended in the palace thirty miles away. Xuan Ji was able to wander around from the sword body, and no one could see him. Sheng Lingyuan could not see him, but most of the time, he could feel the six senses of the sword spirit, "see" the position of the sword spirit through his eyes, and "hear" people's words behind his back through his ears.

The wandering sword spirit is always very informative. He can rely on his invisibility to catch the first ray of spring breeze, and when the dust rises, he hears scattered rumors-

"It's just a sword. The right prime minister said one more word and got thirty military sticks... Two old ministers in their sixties! They were so angry that they were ready to wear mourning clothes. Your Majesty is..." The person who spoke moved his lips, and his mouth seemed to be "crazy". After all, he didn't dare to say it, so he just slapped himself in the face lightly.

"I heard that the sword has two blades, which hurts others and yourself at the same time. It is true. The Heavenly Demon Sword can kill the Demon King, so how powerful it can naturally confuse people's hearts. His Majesty has indeed become less and less cordial than before in recent years."

"Shhh-be careful!"

"What's there? You're out of my mouth and you're ears. There's no one here. You don't know. I also heard that His Majesty was wandering outside for more than two years before he was found. When he was young, he brought the Demon Sword with him. I think he had been with him for many years and had a deep relationship."

"No matter how deep it is, it is just an artifact."

"My brother is His Majesty's Guard. He said he had heard His Majesty smile at the sword when he was alone..."

"This is the case!"

"Is that sword true? Is there a spirit that has a spirit? But... the sword spirit of the Demon Sword... must be... what kind of disaster it is!"

"It's nothing. I haven't seen it mess around these years. It's just that the Heavenly Demon Sword was corrupted by the demonic energy of the Demon King. I'm afraid it will be in the future..."

"Oh, in the past, those who caused trouble to the court were either soft and flattering or evil spirits. How come my court became a sword? What's the matter!"

"The imperial master watched the stars last night, sighed several times, only saying 'ominous'."

"Sad! Really, scoundrel!"

Although the demon king is dead, the shadow he left in people's hearts has not dispersed. Legend has it that the demon king swallowed a thousand innate spiritual creatures during his lifetime, and had nine hundred and ninety-nine clones, and his life was more than centipede feet. People dreamed that he would make a comeback. After more than 20 years of chaos, the darkness was too tragic. Whether it was the human race or other races, they were all dying. How could they withstand it?

And at this moment, an unsettling statement came out-

They said that the Human Emperor's Demon Sword broke a small mouth while slashing the Demon King, and one in ninety-ninety-nine demon king crawled in.

The loyal ministers and generals who were worried about the world were frightened after hearing this and went to the King of Gaoshanren to verify that the altars were refining weapons for generations, and of course they were authoritative experts in swords and swords.

King Gao Shan Weiyu patted his chest and said that he was obliged to be loyal, the overall situation was the most important, and his personal safety was considered a bird. In the future, even if he was hated by the Emperor of Humanity, he would not be afraid.

So with the tacit consent of the imperial teacher, this "hero" led his loyal ministers to conspire to force the palace.

At the palace banquet on New Year's Eve, Danli toasted the Emperor of Humanity for three glasses of wine.

Danli is the imperial teacher and his nurturing. It is inconvenient for the elders toast, so Sheng Lingyuan can only drink it.

But after drinking the human emperor who was not invasive of all poisons and never fell, he couldn't stand firm after drinking less than a stick of incense.

Xuan Ji had a premonition and shook his head hard to break free from this memory. The New Year's Eve banquet that was filled with wine made him creepy, and he instinctively didn't want to think back.

However, the terrible memory had already been ambushed in the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness, swallowing him in one mouthful-

The medicine Danli puts in wine is called "Qiansui", which means "a dream of a thousand years". It is said that just one drop, drip in the moat, and walking down the upstream, can make the whole city drunk for three days.

According to legend, there are only three drops of "Thousand Years" left in the world. That night, it was all in three glasses of wine from the Human Emperor.

When the Demon Sword was smashed inch by Gaoshan King with the so-called "secret technique", Sheng Lingyuan was trapped in the "Thousand Years" nightmare.

But this doesn't mean he can't hear it.

He has been connected with the Demon Sword since he was a child. The sword's facial features and six senses are his facial features and six senses. However, since Sheng Lingyuan became an adult, Demon Sword seems to have developed some skills and temper. He spends time with each other day and every sword, and it is inevitable that he will quarrel. Sometimes, if he doesn't say a word, no one will pay attention to anyone. The angry side will unilaterally "close" his thoughts and prevent the other party from hearing what he is thinking.

But probably because Jian Ling was lazy and refused to practice hard, he could never unilaterally "close" his senses to Sheng Lingyuan... until that day.

That was the first time that the sword spirit completely cut off the touch connection between human swords. He was extremely stingy and did not want to give him the pain of breaking the sword.

However, the sense of touch and pain are gone, vision and hearing are still there, Sheng Lingyuan can still "hear" and "see". He is like a prisoner imprisoned in a cumbersome skin, struggling desperately and unable to find a way out.

He couldn't feel what it felt like to split into pieces, but when the secret iron fell, it seemed as if his liver and spine were broken.

"Don't listen... Lingyuan, don't look... I'll tell you something... Say something else... smashing the sword body may not be a bad thing... Maybe I'll be free..."

"I want to travel around and not take you there... Anyway, you have a lot of trouble..."

"I also want to taste the sounds and colors of the world by myself... I never want to use your tongue anymore. If it tastes a little bit, you will think it's weird... You... You are worthy of eating dry rice... Drinking white water..."

When the demon was born, the immortal resentment that died in the depths of the Red Abyss in the first battle of Pingyuan was sealed on the young demon with the life of eighty-one top masters of the human race as a sacrifice.

Every night after that, from midnight to dawn, the young children and his sword will suffer infinite torture and burn. They must remain awake and struggle constantly to maintain a clear line of tranquility and not be eaten by the irrational ghosts.

Only those who survive through repeated sorrow and tempering can become the human emperor who truly suppresses the demons.

This made Sheng Lingyuan's childhood wandering and extremely weak. For thousands of nights, people and swords survived by listening to each other's voices and breaths.

And the familiar aura was about to disappear.

The Demon Sword folds from the tip of the sword to the tail of the sword.

Sheng Lingyuan saw the sword spirit for the first time in the depths of consciousness.

Perhaps because of the original body, the sword spirit has wings. He was wrapped in a pair of huge wings and was covered with fire. It was hard to describe it. He only had a vague outline. His figure was still as thin and naive as a young man. He really couldn't grow up. He was in his twenties. If he was a human, he should have been as good as a family.

Sheng Lingyuan tried desperately to hold the fire and glanced at his face. Before he could touch it, the man turned into ashes in front of him.

At that moment, Sheng Lingyuan's soul broke through the limit of his body and struggled from three drops of "Thousand Years". His limbs were out of control, and countless servants pressed him.

His eyes seemed to be burning all the karma fires, and he crawled out of the bedroom.

The Demon Sword Spirit disappeared deep in his sea of ​​consciousness, and the faint voice was still ringing, as if there were still unfinished words: "Lingyuan, I..."

However, they refused to leave this to him. The last hammer of the Gaoshan King fell, and the sword spirit disappeared.

The sword body shook violently and roared continuously. In an instant, the cold iron turned red like fire. King Weiyu, holding the secret iron, was shocked, his hands trembled, and the last sword body splashed, with a sword inscription on it.

The sword inscription is "Tong".

The Demon Sword that destroys the world is not majestic at all.

The shared vision was completely dark. Sheng Lingyuan's left eye could no longer see the world in Jian Ling's eyes. He reached out to grab his eyes, and hurriedly held his hand with a scream, so he didn't catch anything except a piece of flesh and blood in the corner of his eyes.

Xuan Ji tried his best to break free from his memory, fell back to reality, and looked at Sheng Lingyuan with blood-colored eyes.

Sheng Lingyuan just mocked King Weiyu, but his smile had not disappeared, and the small dents in the shape of water droplets in the corner of his eyes were still there. When he met Xuan Ji's gaze, he was very puzzled and did not understand what the other party meant at all. He only felt that this little demon was very abnormal today.

Xuan Ji felt his heart sinking from his chest, sinking to his feet, sinking into the cold seabed... The man didn't remember him anymore.

His Majesty, who has been together for so many days every day, has no sense of familiarity with him at all.
To be continued...