"Jiehaha, I finally see the light of heaven again. Please wait for me to wait for the samsara of reincarnation!"

The Coffin Demon King opened his hands and roared wantonly, his voice full of violence and ecstasy. He had not opened his eyes for two thousand years. His heart had long been eroded by endless darkness and loneliness. All he left was a broken heart that hated everything.: 7769696%65/

His eyes could not see the clear light, but it was filled with the source of evil anger and bloody color brought by hatred.

The pool of blood under his feet was as charming as blood-colored mandalas, while Shan Luo, who had fallen in the pool of blood dozens of meters away, looked at the coffin demon king with dissipation, as if his soul had been taken away.

Shanluo's heart is full of frustration at this moment. Death is not terrible. What is terrible is the consequence of death. Feisi's death caused his self-esteem to be hit unprecedentedly. If Feisi abandoned him and ran away, it would be nothing, but Feisi died tragically in order to transfer the Coffin Demon King to risk his life. Even if he is ruthless, he would not be indifferent!

After all, Fes is more than just a name symbol in his heart.

"I'm very surprised that as a half-demon, there is still a trace of compassion in your heart. Why don't you hate everything and the world like other half-demons?"

The soul of the God-Slaying Destiny was amazed in Shanluo's mind, his tone was full of playfulness, as if he was mocking Shanluo, but Shanluo's face remained unchanged and still lay in a pool of blood like a corpse.

His whole body was revealed with silence. Death in his heart was the most terrifying thing. It could destroy a person's will and even everything about him!

Shanluo was extremely eager to tear the coffin demon king apart, but his bones were broken and his muscle tissue was greatly damaged. He could only lie on the ground like a useless man, even moving was a fool.

“Is everything going to end?”

Looking at the coffin demon king, he was still immersed in excitement, his eyes were still empty, but the two fangs in his mouth began to seep blood, and then his eyes and nose also began to bleed, looking very terrifying and extremely terrifying.

"Do you want to stand up again?"

At this time, the soul of the Killing God asked with temptation. As soon as this said, Shan Luo's originally dark mind suddenly exploded, and the light shone on the whole world again.

"Is it really OK? Tell me how to do it?"

Shan Luo asked anxiously in his mind, his ears began to bleed, and he lay motionless on the ground with blood from his seven orifices, as if he had died. The words of the God of Killing once again ignited Shan Luo's originally silent heart.

He doesn't want to die, he really can't die. Once he dies, everything he gets will disappear, and it will be difficult for him to raise the huge amount of treatment for Shan Qian. And if he dies this time, how can he resist the pursuit of Ye Long Group? Will he keep running?

He was unwilling to continue like this, especially after his character Wang awakened his self-esteem, he could not allow himself to fall into ordinary state!

"Give up everything and hate everything. Only hatred and anger can make you powerful quickly. The God of Killing is an evil spirit that combines all evil. Only the deeper the negative darkness in your heart can you burst out its strongest power!"

The Destiny Soul of the God-killing Spirit said blatantly that since the Destiny Soul is a Destiny weapon, the two are one, so it is very proud of its own explosive power.

Hearing this, Shan Luo was silent immediately. If he hated everything, was he still considered himself? I am afraid he would become a truly ruthless demon, but he could not accept it!

He can be ruthless, but he cannot kill innocent people indiscriminately. He can be cold, but he cannot hate the people around him. He can be powerful, but he cannot become a demon who destroys the world!

The single-lost target of destroying the world has always been aimed at the virtual world of the text era. He doesn't want to bring his anger and hatred into the real world. In that case, what will his parents think of him? Will Ai Qing'er still love him? Will his younger brother who has always admired heroes still recognize him as his elder brother?

The answer to all this is naturally no. Even he himself doesn't believe in his family, and his lover will still love him.

The reason why people can become the spirit of all things is that we have our own moral standards and our own personality. We have stipulated good and evil, and the laws of the world. We are people with souls!

"Is there no other way?"

Shan Luo asked unwillingly, and when he opened his mouth, the blood from the ground was pouring in, but he didn't care.

"You are a half-demon!" The God of Killing roared with a grudge: "How powerful is the half-demon's power? I think you have also realized that this is a force that other destiny humans cannot reach at present. Don't you yearn for how powerful is the real demon?"

It made Gan Luo's pupils suddenly shrink. Yes, if he had not become a half-demon, he would have been surpassed by other players. The player's myth relies on the power of a half-demon. If he transformed into a real demon, how powerful would he be?

He could not imagine that the words of Killing God were too tempting, causing his heart to beat faster, but when he thought of his family and Ai Qing'er's face, it seemed that a pot of cold water tilted down in his heart, extinguishing the evil thoughts that were about to move in his heart.

Since he became a half-demon, his relationship with his family has become increasingly weak, especially after being demonized by Wanbing Tomb Mountain, his personality has become even colder and freezing. Even if he smiles, he will smile and not laugh. Whenever the family chats happily at the dinner table, he finds that he is out of place and has no idea of ​​interrupting or talking in his heart. Basically, after dinner, he will stay in his house and communicate less and less with his family.

His relationship with Ai Qing'er also began to become cold. Although Ai Qing'er has been pretending to ignore her, Shan Luo's heart is still as cold as ice.

Maybe it was the rebirth of the spirit before death, or maybe it was the outbreak of human nature, and for a moment, the lonely heart began to struggle.

He doesn't want to save the world or destroy the world. Although he wants to become stronger, he doesn't want to enslave all living beings. Once he hears the words of the Killing God and hates everything and makes himself completely willing to become a demon, then is he still considered himself?

There is only one single person, and only tens of billions of people is single person. Everyone is like this. Everyone is special. Everyone is the king in their own world. As long as we don’t lose our direction, we will all move towards the right path in life.

The text era will make the player stronger in reality. If he becomes a demon who only knows hatred, then once he becomes strong, there will be disaster in the real world!

That was not the result that Shanluo wanted. Although there were many difficulties and tortures in the real world, big and small, he still loved the earth's home, and he was unwilling to destroy the world he had seen since his consciousness was born.

"I can't do it...can't do it..."

Two lines of blood slid out from the corners of his eyes again. I don’t know if it was tears or just blood. His mouth, which was stained with blood, opened slightly and murmured.

At this moment, the coffin demon king dozens of meters away turned to look at him, and his hideous face, which was spreading white hair, smiled with a verbal smile: "This half-demon bastard is not dead yet, so you will become the object in my womb!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Coffin Demon King walked towards Shanluo step by step. He walked very slowly because he was not in a hurry. He liked to force his prey to collapse before his death. When his huge body walked, the ground was trembling, and Shanluo with his ears leaning against the ground could be felt clearly.

"Barewell! Even the people you care about cannot protect. Don't you hate yourself being too cowardly? As long as you give up the last trace of persistence in your heart, you will gain supreme power and make the world tremble like a lamb under his feet!"

It seemed as if it sensed that the Coffin Demon King was coming towards Shanluo, and the God of Killing was anxious. If Shanluo died, it would be pulled by the power of heaven and earth and flew back to Wanbing Tomb Mountain to continue sleeping. Thousands of years have passed since the last time it reappeared in the world. It doesn't want to bury thousands of years in the soil, it can't afford to gamble!

"I can feel that there is hatred in you, but why do you have to suppress it? Now you are facing death. Once you die, there will be nothing, and there will be nothing!"

The angry God of Kill even repeated the sentence at the end, maybe it was not just saying to Danluo, but also to itself.

Sleeping again, even it cannot guarantee that it can be summoned by the writers. Most of the life weapons that stood by it and even stronger in its era have been destroyed in history, and it does not want to end up with those losers!

It also wants to sweep the world and kill everything!

"You bastard actually exudes a faint pressure, even I feel a little palpitations. I want to see where you are different." The coffin demon king walked towards Shanluo while talking to himself. The giant coffin behind him flashed cold light in the dim woods, as if something was pushing out at any time, extremely gloomy.

"Give up! Release your darkness, your nature is darkness, why do you keep struggling!"

The God of Killing roared impatiently. Shan Luo could not bear the kick of the coffin demon king at this moment. If he did not make a decision, what awaited him was death, and what was greeted by the God of Killing was the darkness of countless years, perhaps eternity.

"I can't..."

Shan Luo slowly raised his head and collided with the ground again. This action continued to repeat while he spoke. This process involved the severe pain in his body coming towards him like a tide, but now he could only maintain his inner clarity in this way.

Once he falls asleep, he will never get up again, and he does not want to be deceived by the God of Killing, and he does not want to be a demon who only knows hatred.

"Why? Why don't you give up?"

Ru Shen asked furiously. In its opinion, he could not understand his behavior at all. He was unwilling to accept the choice of gaining strong strength in life and death.

Which strong man didn't step on the bones, and the road before the lonely fall was just faster and more cruel. Why couldn't he accept it?
Chapter completed!