The young Demon Lord said no more. He lowered his body and lightly touched the Demon Lord's forehead as he softly chanted.
He was not speaking ordinary Demon language. It was imbued with an innate sorrow, like a final prayer, a blessing.
About to die, his father.
The light in the Demon Lord's eyes was already gradually dimming, just like that star in the northern sky.
Nanke held his hand on the other side, but he paid no attention.
He only calmly gazed at the young Demon Lord, lightly patted the back of his hand, and then slowly closed his eyes.
As he closed his eyes, his breathing became even longer, until there was no gap between them, and then it stopped.
The dark blue starlight spread out from the wound on his abdomen, transforming his demon body into ice.
The cold winds no longer howled, the starlight retreated into the distance, the darkness thickened, and all was quiet. It was like time and space had frozen.
The Demon Lord was dead.
The legend of a generation had come to an end.
The most magnificent period of history a thousand years ago had finally come to a slightly sloppy end at this moment.
To the Human race, that period of history had come to an end with Han Qing's departure from the pavilion in front of the Mausoleum of Books and the collapse of the Lingyan Pavilion.
To the Demon race and the entire continent, tonight was the true end.
After some time, the young Demon Lord wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, ceased his grief, and stood up.
As he stood up, the darkness in the sky seemed to pour into his body, making him seem even larger and more powerful.
The legacies of countless experts that had existed for tens of thousands of years were now formally and completely handed over to him.
From this moment onwards, he was the sovereign of the northern continent, the master of the Demon race. There was no need for any prefix, young or of the new generation.
He was the Demon Lord.
He turned to Chen Changsheng.
"When a mighty figure like Imperial Father leaves this world, he should not be so lonely or dull. Fortunately, with you, the Pope of the Human race, accompanying him in death, this can be considered a form of consolation. Now, you can die. Of course, you have to leave behind those things of yours. "
Chen Changsheng asked, "What are you referring to?"
The Demon Lord was quiet for a while, then replied, "The Garden of Zhou? The Heavenly Tome Monoliths? Tonight, I might have lost a father, but the compensation I can obtain will not be too small. "
Hearing this, Chen Chang Sheng confirmed that he truly knew the source of his confidence. Then, where did his confidence come from?
"Do not attempt to enter the Garden of Zhou." The Demon Lord looked into his eyes and said, "Although I am not an expert like Imperial Father that can sever your connection to space, I can guarantee you that when you try to pass through space, I have countless ways to make you fail."
Chen Chang Sheng thought for a moment and asked, "Black Robe?"
Somewhat surprised, the Demon Lord said, "You were able to think of the reason so quickly. Your mind is rather clear."
After the coup of the Garden of Zhou, the Li Palace and Mount Li had conducted a very long analysis. They had confirmed that Black Robe had a deep understanding of the Garden of Zhou and was even able to use some sort of method to influence the laws of the Garden of Zhou. Back then, Nanke had crippled the Soul Pivot that could cause the monster tide, and Black Robe's metal plate had also been pierced through by the Heaven Shrouding Sword, but who could guarantee that she did not have other tricks up her sleeve?
He had been heavily injured by the Demon Lord, the little Black Dragon had been thrown tens of thousands of li away, the Green Leaf was not here, the Heavenly Tome Monoliths had not been comprehended, and he did not dare to enter the Garden of Zhou. No matter how one looked at it, it would be extremely difficult for Chen Changsheng to leave alive, but he himself did not think so.
"If I want to leave now, it's very simple," Chen Chang Sheng said to the Demon Monarch.
Surprised, the Demon Lord asked, "Is that so?"
Chen Changsheng looked at him and said, "I just need to kill you."
As he said this, he was very calm.
The Demon Lord arched his brows. "You think you have the right to say such a thing?"
"Why don't I have the right to say such a thing?"
Chen Changsheng replied, "You're older than me, but not by much. You're skilled at enduring silently, but your true talent isn't necessarily higher than mine. You're the Demon Lord, I'm the Pope, and I'm no less skilled in magical treasures than you. No matter how you look at it, I'm no worse than you, so why can't I fight with you?"
Strength, cultivation talent, fortuitous encounters, good fortune, status, authority … the young Demon Lord was naturally second to none in all of these aspects.
But on this continent, there were two people who could contend against the young Demon Lord in all these aspects.
Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong.
The Demon Lord calmly gazed at him, then suddenly laughed. "It truly is reasonable, but you seem to have suffered very heavy injuries tonight."
"Yes, but why are you saying so much to me?"
Chen Changsheng replied, "This means that you don't have the confidence to kill me, and this gives me a lot of confidence, the confidence to kill you."
After saying this, he extended his hand into the darkness.
Several Heavenly Tome Monoliths transformed into stone pearls noiselessly flew out of the darkness and landed on his wrist.
Many of his bones had been broken, but his left arm was still intact. Previously, in the night sky, he had been prepared to use his left hand to attack.
Now, his left hand was still tightly gripping his sword, very stable.
Several thousand swords flew up from the lake bottom, out of the forest, and around his body. They quietly floated, also very stable.
The Demon Lord sensed the awe-inspiring sword intent in the night sky and narrowed his eyes. "Tell me, if Su Li were to use these swords, what would happen?"
These words had nothing to do with the current situation and seemed particularly abrupt.
Just like when the Demon Lord attacked.
The Demon Lord's weapon was not that stone pestle called the Astral Executioner, but a goat horn comb.
To be more precise, it was a powerful magical artifact very similar to the goat horn comb.
It was called the Heavenly Demon Horn.
The Heavenly Demon Horn brought with it countless streams of dense black Qi as it descended towards Chen Changsheng.
Black pervaded the snowy valley, obscuring the starry sky. It was like a true night, but also like a bottomless abyss, instilling fear in all who saw it.
This sight made Chen Changsheng think of that night he had seen on the snowy plains after leaving the Garden of Zhou, and his expression became rather solemn.
The young Demon Lord had patiently endured for many years, concealing all his talent and brilliance in his unruly and unruly appearance. Tonight, he had finally revealed his edge.
After obtaining the complete legacy, his cultivation had reached an unimaginably powerful level!
It was very difficult to find a similarly powerful figure in the younger generation of the Human race.
Both he and Xu Yourong were clearly lacking. Even if Qiushan Jun came, he probably would not be able to defeat the Demon Lord.
Only Xiao Zhang, Liang Wangsun, and the others at the top of the Proclamation of Liberation might be able to put up a fight.
He was currently heavily injured and his control over his sword was not even a tenth of his peak state. He could only rely on magical treasures and external objects to fight, so he was even less of a match.
But he had not lied before. He truly did want to try and kill the Demon Lord.
Because he had other methods, other helpers.
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