PFC Chapter 472: Battle of the Gods (47)
Chapter 472: Battle of the Gods (47)
This battle ended with Xuanluo's magic sword piercing the demon's body.
At that moment, amid the splattering blood, Xing Chen saw the evil demon laughing very wantonly.
I don’t know whether he thinks he has an immortal body and cannot die, or he is really not afraid of death. Even though it is painful, he doesn’t care at all.
The sword was still stuck in his chest, but he closed his eyes in enjoyment.
"It's fun to have a fight like this, even if you lose it's still great!"
Xing Chen stood up at the edge of the broken cliff and cursed him softly, "Mad man."
Xuan Luo was also injured, but he was wearing a red shirt so it was hard to tell where the blood was coming from.
He glanced at the evil demon indifferently, twisted his hand, and the magic sword began to churn in the evil demon's heart.
The fierce demon's expression finally changed in pain, "Hey, seriously, do you really have the heart to kill an opponent like me?"
"How can I bear it?" Xuanluo said in a flat voice.
"I am immortal," the demon reminded him, "and it is difficult for me to die."
"I know."
The evil demon understood, "Ah, it seems you have figured out a way to deal with this body of mine."
Xuanluo uttered a soft “hmm”.
The two people were obviously talking about a matter of life and death, but it was like one was a chatterbox and the other was a quiet person chatting about daily life.
Xuan Luo responded with an expressionless face, and he didn't even stop crushing his flesh with his hands.
The demon looked a little regretful, and he even sighed heavily.
"Hey, you have no idea how lonely your future will be."
Xuan Luo lowered his eyes, "It's okay."
The evil demon could hardly stand at this time. His coat was stained with blood. Behind him was a rolled boulder, and he leaned on it tiredly.
Xuan Luo loosened his hand, and the long magic sword turned into a short and sharp dagger, automatically cutting the flesh and blood of the evil demon.
The evil demon hunched over and raised his head, looking like he didn't care at all that he would be cut into pieces, and he laughed briefly.
“I used to think it was okay.”
Xuanluo remained silent under his gaze.
“I hope this God Realm can treat you well,” the evil demon pointed his finger at Xuanluo, looking like a senior teaching a junior, “otherwise, when that day comes, if you really go crazy, you’ll be scarier than me.”
Xuanluo denied, "I'm different from you."
"Yeah, one is a god and the other is a demon. Their origins are different, so how can they be the same? I wish you good luck."
After the evil demon finished speaking, he urged: "Hey, move faster, don't let me suffer so much, it hurts."
Xuan Luo looked at him coldly, and that look meant, you have committed so many blood debts, how come you don’t feel that they will feel pain?
"What's with that look in your eyes? Why would you have to suffer the pain of dying at my hands? I've never been so hesitant before." The evil demon said solemnly.
Xuanluo believed this, and he said slowly: "Your body is different from others."
"Don't worry, I don't blame you." Tian Mo's face turned pale as a sheet of paper, and the blood on his body slowly flowed out, forming a stream under his feet. "It would be better if it could be faster, but it doesn't matter if it can't be faster."
Xuan Luo looked at him indifferently for a while, and suddenly asked: "Why didn't you summon the demon? You had a chance to escape."
The evil demon slid down weakly and sat on the ground, leaning against a huge rock with his eyes tightly closed, and did not speak for a long time.
Although he was clearly in great pain, his expression was so calm that people thought he was asleep.
The wind blew over their heads, smoke and dust rolled in the sky, and the figure of the demon was hidden behind the smoke and dust.
Xingchen walked to Xuanluo's side and looked up to see his expression.
Xuan Luo's face was calm, and there was no emotion in his eyes. He felt neither pity for the murderous monster nor excessive condemnation of him.
He was just standoffish.
It seemed as if he was just fulfilling the mission he was born for, without any unnecessary personal emotions.
After a long time, the evil demon opened his bloodshot eyes with difficulty and weakly answered Xuan Luo's previous question.
"I want to see you without them obscuring my view."
Xing Chen: “…”
After the evil demon finished speaking, he himself did not have any extra reaction, and Xuan Luo did not react either. Only Xing Chen was stunned.
What do you mean?
What is this nonsense?
You don’t have any improper thoughts about my master, do you?
...If you dare to think too much, I'll dig up your grave...Oh, I forgot, you don't have a grave.
The evil demon stopped to rest for a while, gathered some strength, and then continued to speak.
"Death is another way for me to improve my realm. I will always remember what you look like. Your method had better be useful. Otherwise, next time, I don't know who will win."
Xing Chen frowned: "..."
How should I put it? I feel like I'm overthinking, but also like I'm not overthinking.
What a weird feeling.
When the blood of the evil spirit was drained, the stormy sky suddenly calmed down, and almost in an instant it became clear and sunny with light wind and cloud.
Dusk is about to fall, the stars in the sky are vast and distant, and the distant light is shining on the devastated earth.
The red flames in the demon's eyes slowly died out, and his gaze stared straight at the sea of stars in the sky.
"Hello, my name is Yunfu," he said finally.
After a long while, an indifferent voice sounded, "Xuan Luo."
That was their last conversation.
Xing Chen stood beside them and looked up at the sea of stars in the sky.
At such a great distance, the beautiful starlight only showed a silvery-white color here, not as gorgeous and beautiful as when he saw them in Zhitian Realm.
That is the place where Xingchen appeared in this world—the Rose Star Sea.
This memory ends at this moment.
Xing Chen looked at the scene in front of him, which was like a tiny sand painting being blown away by the wind until it disappeared.
He stood there for a long time, and the sky and the earth turned into a vast expanse of white.
The moment he heard the name of the evil demon, he felt that he was trapped by fate and was powerless to change it.
He had no memory of his life before his transformation, and only recently did he have some images in his mind.
But until now he still doesn't know what he is.
Everything in the world has its origin and destination, but he seems to be a wisp of duckweed, belonging to nowhere.
Until it was held in the hands of the Master.
Xingchen seemed to have sensed something.
Maybe -
Perhaps before that, he was just a crack in the dust of the galaxy, and by chance, because of a word or a thought of a powerful person, he took on the appearance of his original self.
He is nothingness and chaos, but he carries a pure wish.
He was destined, from the very beginning, to wait endlessly.
Waiting for that person, one day I pass by there, and in the endless stone jungle, I see him at first sight, and I feel pity for him at first sight.
Xing Chen raised his eyes.
There was a thick fog in front of me, and a figure slowly walked out of the fog.
That pure white flowing ice silk was even whiter than the fog. Even the fog could not hide his figure.
Xing Chen stood there quietly, just like he had been waiting before, watching Xuan Luo walk towards him step by step and finally stop.
Xing Chen looked up at him, and her eyes couldn't help but turn red.
Xuanluo raised his hand and gently touched his face, his fingertips lingering at the corners of his red eyes.
"Don't cry."