Bie Yanghong had never met Wang Zhice. But many years ago, he had once stayed in the Lingyan Pavilion for a night, borrowing the light of the White Sun Flames to carefully examine that portrait for a very long time. Perhaps it was because Wang Zhice was Wang Zhice, but when he saw the scholar, he immediately recognized him.
Three years ago, he had met Wang Zhice in Mount Han. For various reasons, he had not told too many people, but in truth, many people knew that Wang Zhice was still alive. He was just traveling the four seas, making it difficult to find him. Of course, those people were all important figures like Bie Yanghong.
Although they were important figures of the present world, seeing Wang Zhice with their own eyes still made them feel shock and glory, and Bie Yanghong was no exception.
His voice trembled as he asked, "Lord Wang?"
Wang Zhice said nothing.
Bie Yanghong calmed his mind and walked to the nearby lakeshore. Pointing at the traces of battle, he described his analysis and the scene.
Wang Zhice still said nothing. He calmly gazed at a certain place in the cedar forest, his thoughts inscrutable.
Bie Yanghong thought of those rumors and couldn't help but ask, "Milord, the demons are making a ruckus in the south. Are you still not prepared to act?"
There was a slightly bulging hill in the cedar forest, its surface covered in snow and cold.
The Demon Lord had died there and was still inside.
Wang Zhice knew, but he was not prepared to tell anyone, nor was he prepared to do anything to the remains of his old friend.
Just like that person beneath the Orthodox Academy.
Burying his body into the mountain.
What was meant to be gone would eventually be gone.
No matter how much one struggled, no matter how one built a mausoleum that reached the heavens, it would become an unremarkable mound in the human world.
The Demon Lord had finally died.
His Majesty and his big brother had died many years ago.
Wang Zhice thought of many things of the past, of many old friends, and felt deeply moved.
He shook his head and prepared to leave.
Bie Yanghong gazed at his somewhat desolate back and advised, "His Majesty Taizong treated Milord coldly, but the people of the world respected and loved Milord. How could Milord bear to abandon them?"
Of the Storms of the Eight Directions, Wang Zhice had always admired Bie Yanghong the most, but he felt that this person's eye for companions was truly terrible. Now that he heard Bie Yanghong's advice, he smiled and thought that he should advise Bie Yanghong to divorce his wife and not marry. Unexpectedly, when he spoke, he sighed.
In this aspect, what right did he have to advise others?
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In the snowy plains thousands of miles away, the starry river in the night sky gradually revealed its true appearance.
Black Robe quietly gazed at the snowy mountains, as if he was seeing an old friend.
The wind and snow were like yesterday, cold and austere. He lifted his veil hat, revealing a corner of his face.
His skin was suffused with a faint green color of death, but it couldn't conceal his peerless beauty, causing others to be unable to help but guess what kind of peerless elegance he possessed in the past.
The Demon Lord was also looking in the direction of the mountains, a wildfire faintly burning in his deep and serene eyes. He seemed particularly interested, even excited.
"Is this person really Wang Zhice? It's a pity that I didn't get to see this legendary person. "
The Demon Lord hoarsely said, "If only he had chased over. We would have definitely taken a good look at him and then torn him to pieces."
Without a doubt, Wang Zhice was the most frightening enemy the demons had ever encountered.
There were many records of him in the history books of Xuelao City.
On the rankings of the Demon race's most hated targets, he was even higher than Emperor Taizong.
From one thousand years ago until now, several hundred years had passed since they had last heard news of Wang Zhice. The Demon race still hoped that Wang Zhice was still alive, because they did not want him to die of old age. Only by living could they see the defeat of the Human race, could they tear him to pieces.
From this perspective, the Demon Lord's words were only right and proper, but the problem was that if Wang Zhice really did chase over, just what confidence did he and Black Robe have in defeating Wang Zhice, keeping Wang Zhice here, and even tearing him to pieces?
With a heavy sound, the snowy plains began to tremble.
A Mountain-toppling Fiend, several dozen zhang tall, slowly walked out of the starlight as if it had always been in the void.
Within the Mountain-toppling Fiend's massive coiled horns, a thin and small figure sat cross-legged. Sunflowers weaved from golden threads covered his entire body, as well as green gems that were incomparably beautiful but gave off a feeling of decay. However, this was still unable to steal away the cold light in his eyes.
He was the strongest expert of the Demon Army: the Demon Commander.
As it turned out, he had been hiding in the snowy plains this entire time.
Ten-some mountainous black figures followed behind him, all of them Demon Generals.
The array the demons had deployed tonight was truly enough to encircle and kill any expert in the world, even a legendary expert. Back outside Xuelao City, in the face of such an array, if not for Chen Changsheng delivering his sword from ten thousand li away, Su Li would have almost been ground to death. Even though he had managed to escape in the end, he had still suffered extremely heavy injuries.
A sigh brimming with regret seeped out of the Demon Commander's armor.
The ten-some Demon Generals also had a similar mood.
The starlight shone on Black Robe's lower jaw, causing the faint green aura of death to slightly disperse, leaving behind only a beautiful paleness.
"Although this person is still alive, he's already dead," Black Robe said to the snowy mountains.
His voice was devoid of any emotion, but all the demons present could hear the intense ridicule in it, as well as a sliver of extremely deep hatred.
The Demon Commander's rust-covered armor was covered in a broken breastplate, the edges of which were inlaid with the purest crystals.
He extended his hairy hand and took out a cloth-wrapped object from the breastplate.
It was very obvious that he was filled with loathing for that object of Bree's. Unwilling to hold it in his hand for even a moment longer, he threw it to the ground.
The bundle landed on the snowy plains with a muffled thud. Then, a pitiful and sharp curse that made one's teeth ache rang out.
"As expected of the ancestral hall of the Southern Cult, its resources are not shallow. The Longevity Sect was killed twice by Su Li, but it was still able to conceal such a sinister and powerful move."
The Demon Commander's voice was very shrill and unpleasant to hear. "But the Daoist technique is somewhat lacking. I asked the Yin Symbol Master of the Council of Elders to make a few modifications, so it should be much more useful."
Despite being thrown from several dozen zhang to the cold snowy plains, that object did not seem injured. It constantly struggled, looking rather like a small beast.
The Demon Lord's gaze fell on that object, revealing an expression of loathing. Upon hearing the words' Yin Symbol Master of the Council of Elders', he felt a little more apprehensive. In his eyes, this object was born a monster, and now that it had been modified, it exuded a bloody and bizarre odor.
"Go back to the south and do your business. If Chen Changsheng is still alive, remember to kill him a few more times."
A hemp rope suffused with golden light landed on the Demon Lord's palm, and the cloth bag on the snowy ground was untied.
A black shadow leapt out from the inside, and in the blink of an eye, it was already several hundred feet away.
In the light of the starlight, one could faintly make out that this was a thin and small human, but his body was covered in extremely thick fur, somewhat like a demi-human before they could completely transform. And when he stared at a certain spot, his dull eyes would occasionally flash with madness, like a wild beast that had suffered endless torment.
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I checked. This is the second time in 'Heaven Choosing Records' that I've used an old friend in the wind and snow as the title of a chapter … Ah, I'm such a genius at naming chapters, and now I'm about to reach the end of my talent? Speaking of which, doesn't everyone think that I've named many chapters well? Please praise me ~ In addition, the pig has already been donated.
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