Quick Wear: The Crazy Lord God is again training the sweet host

Chapter 471: Battle of the Gods (46)

Xing Chen now understood that he should be in someone else's memory. He could not stop anything here and could only watch as an outsider.

If this is the case, everything here has a set trajectory and he cannot change it, which means that people here cannot see him at all.

Xing Chen didn’t know what was going on, didn’t know whose memory this was, and didn’t know why he was pulled in.

But there must be a reason for everything. Now that we are here, let’s take a look at the situation first.

Xing Chen had a natural aversion to the ugly demons. Even in this dream, even though they didn't look so stupid, he still didn't want to get too close to them.

Just as he was thinking about landing on the ground first to take a look at the situation below, the demon above his head moved before him.

They marched towards the ground in neat rows. Xing Chen stared at them for a while, suppressing his discomfort, and then he discovered that in the center of the demon's row there was an extremely gorgeously decorated sedan chair.

The curtains of the sedan chair were made of flowing clouds like snow, hanging down like a waterfall. The sedan chair was inlaid with countless precious spiritual stones and pearls, shining brightly. Sixteen phoenixes carried the sedan chair, their colorful wings were extremely gorgeous, and a person was sitting faintly on it.

Xingchen's chest suddenly trembled.

He had already guessed who was in the sedan chair, the evil demon who almost turned the world into purgatory, the terrifying monster who could make the demons from outside the domain bow their heads and obey his orders, was now right in front of him.

The voice of the God of War calling him "evil demon" echoed over and over in Xing Chen's mind.

He stepped back with some resistance and withdrew his gaze from the sedan.

How can it be?

It is absolutely impossible.

The blood of the evil demon was refined by the master and is still scattered in different places in the world. The God of War said that the Nirvana technique practiced by Wu Lan allowed the evil demon to be reborn. He knew better than anyone that the God of War was talking nonsense.

So how could he be this monster?

Just when Xing Chen was becoming more and more annoyed, the army of demons suddenly stopped in unison.

Xing Chen lowered his head and saw a figure in red standing in the wind on a high cliff in the middle of the devastated land.

Although that figure looked somewhat different from the Master who was always dressed in white and cold later on, the red color added to him, and against the backdrop of the sky and earth collapsing around him, he had a strong sense of brutality.

But Xing Chen recognized who it was at a glance.

This is the lover he will never forget even if he reincarnates eighteen times.

"Master!" Xing Chen rushed towards Xuan Luo without any hesitation.

He landed beside Xuanluo and looked at Xuanluo excitedly from more than ten thousand years ago. This should be shortly after Xuanluo was born.

Xing Chen looked at his face greedily.

In fact, this face hardly changed later on, except that Xuanluo's expression during this period had a bit more rebelliousness fueled by the war.

Just like a newborn, fearless and proud boy, he doesn't take anything seriously.

Xing Chen knew that Xuan Luo could not see him or feel him. He was now like a transparent gas that could easily pass through Xuan Luo's body.

But Xing Chen still tried to stand on tiptoe and kiss him on the face.

"Master, hello."

"I'm so jealous. How come you're always so handsome?"

"like you."

"really like you."

Xing Chen was babble-ing about his feelings beside him. Above the sky, the demons in front of the sedan chair separated to both sides in an orderly manner and made way for a path in the middle.

A colorful phoenix carried the sedan chair and flew into the valley, stopping at the same height as the hilltop where Xuanluo was standing.

Xing Chen glanced at the sedan chair and rolled his eyes secretly.

The demon didn't come over, and the resistance in his heart faded a little.

Xuanluo was standing beside him, and Xingchen suddenly felt that it wasn't so scary to just look at the evil demon.

He didn't believe that the monster that came out of there would look like him.

He was raised under the eyes of the Master. In a sense, his appearance was carved out by the Master using the purest spiritual energy, stroke by stroke, over a hundred years.

He didn't believe that there was anyone who looked like him, let alone such a dirty guy with blood on his hands.

The master would never be so disgusted with him.

Thinking of this, Xing Chen felt much more comfortable. He stood next to Xuan Luo, folded his arms and looked at the sedan chair opposite.

The curtain of the sedan chair fluttered in the wind, and a figure in black walked out, bending over.

The moment the evil demon raised his head, Xing Chen raised his eyebrows and felt more or less relieved.

It was a face that bore no resemblance to his own.

Regardless of other aspects of the demon, he looks pretty good overall.

Xing Chen has always had very high standards for appearance. In his eyes, if someone is considered good, then they are really good.

But such a good-looking face was full of evil. The jawline was as if it was chiseled by a knife, and the two red pupils were filled with blood and ominousness, which made people feel fear from the bottom of their hearts when they saw it.

Xing Chen watched him walking towards Xuan Luo and stopped not far from Xuan Luo. There was a deep abyss under his feet and a howling wind. It sounded like the howling of a ghost, which was creepy.

"Finally, someone who looks a little more interesting."

The evil demon's deep voice sounded, and his blood-red eyes stared at Xuan Luo with a chilling smile.

"Of course not. It will be even more interesting when my master chops you into pieces." Xing Chen sneered.

Xing Chen still doesn’t know whether this evil demon has a name or not, but it doesn’t matter whether he has one or not. After all, no matter who mentions the word evil demon, they are referring to this one, and definitely no other one.

Xuan Luo stood there, with no emotion in his eyes, looking at the other person as if he were a dead object.

"How do you want to die?"

"Can I choose for myself?" the evil demon asked with a smile.

"it is good."

Xuan Luo's words fell lightly, and a magic sword appeared in Li Zhui's mind. He raised his hand to take it. In an instant, the sword light stretched for a thousand feet, and he attacked the evil demon without saying a word.

"Are you going to use my sword to send me away?" The evil demon laughed and looked at Li Zhui with great interest. "It really is a good thing. Heaven is really partial."

Xuanluo's every move is deadly.

Soon it became difficult for the evil demon to deal with him, and he discovered that not only could Xuan Luo's symbiotic artifact copy other people's artifacts, but Xuan Luo could also quickly learn other people's moves during a fight, which was simply copying in another sense.

Probably only anyone who has truly fought with Xuan Luo can deeply understand how terrifying and desperate this situation is.

This battle is destined to change the color of heaven and earth.

Xuan Luo learns quickly, but the fierce demon has too much combat experience. Knowing that Xuan Luo will learn from him, he starts setting traps everywhere.

Compared with the fierce demon who has experienced hundreds of battles and has accumulated countless blood debts, the newborn Xuanluo seems immature in every way.

But even in this situation, he was able to hold his own.

If the battle lasts longer, it will only benefit him and not harm him.

Xing Chen sat on the edge of the cliff with his long legs hanging down, watching them fight intently for three days and three nights.

He watched Xuan Luo grow from being immature at the beginning to being skilled and experienced, and watched the fierce god go from being at ease to gradually being at a loss.

The land was covered with gullies, mountains collapsed, boulders fell, smoke and dust filled the air, and the sky was filled with sword lights and falling clouds.

It was a crazy, thrilling fight in which both men enjoyed themselves to the fullest.