I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Lingpingan watched the little fireflies flying in front of him.

Although I don't quite understand, why are there fireflies in winter?

Or, these little things are actually not fireflies, but another kind of insect that can emit light?

But he was still very happy.

These elves reminded him of the happy time with his friends when he was a child.

Make trouble in the factory building of the industrial park, catch cicadas in the back hill of the park, climb up the tree to dig out the bird's nest.

Happy times are always fun.

So, he waved his hand and said to the little ones, "Hurry up and go back!"

The little guy seemed to be able to understand human speech, and gradually flew into the depths of the woods, disappearing into the darkness.

Lingpingan petted his cat and continued on the journey.

……………………

Zhuang Qiu floated under a dead leaf.

On the dry dead leaves, there is a faint temperature.

This surprised her inexplicably, but also made her happy.

"What's wrong?" The same robe and her soul body can share emotions to a certain extent.

So, they all felt Zhuang Qiu's sorrow and joy.

"I..." Zhuang Qiu replied, "I can feel the temperature now!"

All the comrades were happy when they heard this.

"Aqiu, really?"

They are excited.

Ghosts cannot enter the world casually.

Because people and ghosts go their own way.

However, there is one exception.

That is, when the ghost has a little pure Yang fire.

With this yang fire, she or he can experience all kinds of things in the world again.

With Yanghuo, you won't hurt others casually.

This also means that this ghost has the possibility to become a human again!

The wave of aura recovery swept across, and it was the process of turning the impossible into the possible.

Didn't I see that monsters can turn into human forms, and even have normal offspring with humans?

only……

Ghosts are special.

In the past two hundred years, only a very small number of ghosts can breed a little yang fire from the most yin to the cold, and thus be accepted by the world.

And there are zero examples of being able to cultivate a human form and live another life!

Not only because of the extremely difficult cultivation of ghosts.

more because...

In today's world, there is no underworld, no bull-headed horse face, ten halls of hell, or Taishan Fujun.

It is extremely difficult for ghosts to maintain their own bodies and control their rationality!

Therefore, there is a cross slope.

A ferocious place bred in conspiracy, prepared for disaster, but accidentally suppressed by a great hero.

The ghosts and creatures in the world, the home of the undead!

Listen to the congratulations of colleagues.

Zhuang Qiu didn't feel any joy.

Instead, she was tense.

The comrades naturally felt her emotions.

"What's wrong?" they asked.

"That person just now..." Zhuang Qiu replied, "It's likely to be a revived master of the underworld..."

She recalled what she had seen in a glimpse.

In the mist, the solitary horn that stands up to the sky has nine bends and eighteen bends.

That is the divine power of the real Lord of the Underworld!

The moment he saw it, Zhuang Qiu couldn't help wanting to worship.

This is the instinct of all ghosts.

The instinct to worship the god who ultimately governs their cycle of life and death.

It is also an instinct engraved in the soul!

only……

Zhuang Qiu didn't know who it was?

But... no matter who it is.

His appearance means that Crosshill, the unowned land, and the ghosts on the ground who have stolen the authority of the underworld, are likely to be taken back by him.

even……

All ghosts who live here, whether intentional or not, can be held accountable.

The reason is very simple.

Today's houses in the world, the owner has to collect rent.

Now, the master here is back.

So, for a hundred years, the residents who moved in without application, should they pay some rent?

And they can't pay the rent!

If you can't pay the rent, you may be evicted.

On the streets!

Without the protection of the cross slope, once driven out, every ghost knows what kind of fate they will face?

Burned to death by the scorching sun's fire!

Feel the panic of fellow comrades.

Zhuang Qiu comforted: "Everyone, don't be afraid..."

"I feel... He should be a benevolent existence..."

"Otherwise... just now, He could have crushed us all to death!"

The comrades listened and recalled the experience just now.

The moment he got close to that person.

All spiritual energy was drained in an instant.

There is a huge force of repulsion coming from the surrounding world.

They were suffocated in an instant, losing all their strength.

so……

Is he really a benevolent god?

Will he forgive us? Bar?

Nobody knows.

"How about..." Someone weakly suggested: "Let's follow him...to see?"

Zhuang Qiu said: "Please ask your superiors for instructions!"

So, she sent an application to the major through her soul body.

But this application fell into the sea.

The major did not reply.

This is impossible!

unless……

Interferenced!

Is he interfering?

As soon as this idea came up, Zhuang Qiu knew it was not.

Because, in the depths of the cross slope.

Billowing spiritual energy is disturbing.

That is the power of the formation, which comes from the formation that has been deployed in the depths of this land for more than a hundred years and has already been closely connected with this yin soil.

The formation of the school of disgust.

The people of the victory-weary school are back?

And the core of the big formation is in the depths of the cross slope!

……………………

Zhang Hui looked at the picture sent back by the drone.

The entire land of the cross slope, the cold atmosphere, quickly accumulates.

The big formation from a hundred years ago was activated again.

"These lunatics!" Zhang Hui sighed: "Sure enough they are here!"

But thinking about it carefully, they had to come.

If you don't come again, you just sit and wait to die.

At this time, he suddenly raised his head and felt a foul-smelling rotten breath, approaching Luming Villa at high speed.

"Ancestor Witch Gu?" Zhang Hui pursed his lips, "It turns out that you have merged!"

"Then let me meet you for a while!"

"This is neither human nor ghost!"

So, he made a random move, and the dharma sword fell into his palm.

Clang!

The magic sword is out of its sheath!

On the Yan Luo sword that had been stained with the blood of the feathered fox, layers of aura bloomed.

In the next moment, his figure disappeared in the monitoring room.

This is magic in the book of reason.

A high-level creature named Yisi is a master at playing with time and space.

They have traveled back and forth time after time, avoiding the pursuit of natural enemies time and time again.

They are absolutely rational, and they naturally master the skills of space.

One of them is the spatial supernatural power that Zhang Hui now masters - shape shifting.

Transpose itself with an object or creature with bound coordinates.

It can appear tens of miles away in an instant.

That is to say, his current cultivation base is not high.

If it is used by the strong Yisi people, it can even be transposed with objects from the past or even the future.

Thereby avoiding the pursuit from natural enemies on the timeline.

So, just for a moment, Zhang Hui appeared in the sky south of Luming Villa.

In his place, Ben is a drone.

The dharma sword in his hand hangs down slightly.

He looked at the galloping figure.

Like a mummy, his body is covered with bandages, his body exudes an infinite stench, his face has been eaten away by maggots, and he looks like a skeleton.

The third place in the Black Guards Red Notice.

Peng Chang, the patriarch of the witchcraft sect!

Charges: genocide, spreading plague, conspiracy to rebel!

Crime: In 2802 of the Republic Era, instigating the South Tianzhu Incident, 300,000 people were killed.

In 2810 of the Republic Era, Xiangshan Autonomous Prefecture was attacked, causing 2,000 tourists to be killed by Gu poison.

In the year 2832 of the Republic Era, the Fox Rebellion in Osaka took part in the Rebellion, resulting in the death of tens of thousands of people and the destruction of the entire city.

In 2835 of the Republic Era, it supported the North Kunlun rebels, causing 1 million deaths and 5 million people to be displaced.

The Dali Temple of the Federal Empire was tried in absentia, sentenced to death, and deprived of all powers.

The Tianzhu Subcontinent Peace Council tried him in absentia, sentenced him to death, and deprived him of all powers.

The Kunlun State Joint Council has permanent recourse to it.

However, this terrifying Lieutenant General of the Witch Gu Cult is really too treacherous.

Moreover, as a master at playing Gu worms, he has more than a dozen different spare tires.

Kill one and he can respawn from the other spare.

It only takes a few years to be alive and kicking again.

Therefore, he is included in the list of the most dangerous enemies of the Commonwealth Empire.

"Jie Jie..."

A few Gu worms crawled out from the eye sockets of the foul-smelling Witch Gu ancestor.

His voice came from these Gu worms.

"Yan Luojian..." He was quite surprised: "You didn't go to Shizipo?"

"The emperor doesn't want it anymore?"

Zhang Hui didn't answer him.

He just held the sword in his hand silently.

The last time I was in Fusang, I told him to run away.

This time, I can't let him run away!

………………………………………………

Lingpingan hugged his cat and walked on a concrete road already overgrown with weeds.

It looked like no one had walked this road for a long time.

As a result, many pavements have cracked and weeds have grown.

In a wasteland not far from the road, Lingpingan also saw an antique.

"Wow!" He walked over and looked at the abandoned iron lump.

I don't know how long this bulky iron bump has been abandoned.

All the paint was gone and the body was covered in rust.

With a light tap, the thing was still shaking, as if it might fall apart at any moment.

Lingpingan found a nameplate at the front of the car.

"Norinco's Bison brand steam tractor..." He looked at the nameplate and regretted it: "It's a pity that it's rotten!"

"If it is complete, the local tyrants outside will be willing to ask for a few million cars!"

This thing is a symbol of the heyday of heavy industry in the Federation Empire.

It is also the benchmark of the era of mechanized agriculture.

A hundred years ago, throughout the entire empire, such bulky and neat tractors could be seen everywhere, crunching and pulling loads of cargo on the road.

Today, this thing is an antique.

Many rich second generations are scrambling to acquire.

Because this thing has a lot of horsepower and is full of power.

Moreover, it is still a steam engine, which burns coal.

Many people like it.

Lingpingan walked around to the back of the car and saw the cargo boxes in the car.

These wooden cargo boxes have been eroded by wind and rain.

The goods loaded inside are still intact.

Like canned food?

Lingpingan picked up one and put it in front of his eyes. It was indeed a can.

The can has the nameplate and records of the manufacturer.

He looked at the somewhat blurred text on the nameplate.

"Shizipo Industrial Park?"

"Date of production, Republic Era 2738?"

"More than a hundred years ago?" He frowned: "This used to be an industrial park?"

After thinking about it, Lingpingan put down his cat, took his mobile phone, and searched Shizipo Industrial Park.

But nothing was found.

The entire network is clean.

He frowned: "What's going on?"

He felt a little incomprehensible.

After pondering for a while, he knew, perhaps the answer lies in the so-called Shizipo Industrial Park.

So, he stepped forward and continued on the journey.

…………………………………

Chu Wen held the phone, and he checked the time, it was half past twelve.

The stone arch bridge at midnight became more and more cloudy.

Suddenly, in his spiritual perception, the alarm bell rang.

He raised his head, and saw the cold aura in the darkness on the other side of the bridge, constantly tumbling.

Among the shadows, there are ghosts and evil shadows appearing.

He hadn't had time to react yet.

A few dim ghosts rushed over from the opposite side.

"A stranger..." One of the ghosts saw him, and there was a strange color in the pale eyeballs: "Aren't you running fast?"

"What are you running for?" Chu Wen asked subconsciously.

The ghost hadn't had time to answer.

A big net fell from the sky!

"Want to run?" In the darkness, a figure in a black burqa slowly appeared.

"Be obedient and become our magic material!"

He gently pulled the big net and rolled up all the ghosts.

The mournful howl echoed in the net.

Chu Wen trembled all over.

black burqa...

A terrifying term emerged from the bottom of his heart.

The School of Weary Victory!

The top ten dangerous elements on the Federal Empire Most Wanted List.

Anyone who finds any member of the Sense of Victory School and reports it to the Black Clothes Guard will get 1,000 points! If it is indeed captured and killed, an additional 5,000 points will be added!

and……

Can be pursued by the black guard in this way.

People who hate the school of victory are naturally extremely dangerous.

"Hehe!" The figure under the black burqa looked at Chu Wen: "There is still a living person!"

He stretched out his finger and tapped lightly.

Chu Wen passed out in fear.

The figure came over and mentioned Chu Wen.

"It's your fate!"

"I just need to sacrifice a magic weapon, and I'm missing some souls!"

He carried Chu Wen and jumped to the other side of the bridge.

………………………

After about ten minutes, Lingpingan finally walked out of the path and came to a two-lane road.

He took out his phone and checked the time.

It was already half past twelve in the evening.

It's been half an hour!

"It shouldn't be far away, right?" he thought, and continued to move forward. After walking a few steps, he saw a few fireflies floating in the wilderness far away.

In the shadows, he also saw a figure, who seemed to be chasing those little things.

He was still cursing in his mouth.

I don't know what to say.

Lingpingan glanced at his mouth.

"Have I met a madman?" he thought, walking slowly.

I ran to such a place in the middle of the night, chasing and catching fireflies.

There are only two kinds of people who do this kind of thing.

The first is madman.

The second is a fool who is high on drugs.

I can't write 12000 today...

Tomorrow must!