The development of this dreamland completely follows the scene that really happened more than two thousand years ago. The demon army rushed to the foot of the Emperor's House Mountain and fought hand-to-hand with the righteous monks, fighting for life and death.

Before this, the Ji family of immortals had ruled the immortals and mortals for thousands of years, killing all the demons, forcing the demons, ghosts, and monsters to hide in the deep trenches and never see the light of day.

This was the first time that the demons had the power to resist.

The hatred that had accumulated for thousands of years broke out at this moment, like boiling oil splashing on the first gate tower at the foot of the Emperor's House Mountain.

Under such a trend, even Xue Chenjing, the Demon Lord, would have no chance of stopping this war. Moreover, he could not stop it now.

Xue Chenjing could not escape, nor could he resist. He could only follow the actions he had done two thousand years ago.

He stood tall on the head of the monster, wearing a black robe and a purple skirt. The strong wind blew his robe. There were dragon patterns embroidered with gold threads on his black robe. His high-tied hair danced wildly in the wind. Under his hair, there was an arrogant and vicious smile on his face. His pupils were silver-white, turning into sharp vertical pupils like those of a wild beast.

"The immortals have been high and mighty for too long, thinking that their own way is the only way. If you are not of your race, you are only fit to live in the dark. Today, I, along with thousands of demons, invite you to come down and play with me."

The voice with a smile was blessed by magic power, and it resounded between heaven and earth. He stretched out two fingers from under his black and gold sleeves, and drew them through the air, and the arc of light condensed into a longbow.

Xue Chenjing drew his bow and shot an arrow. The long arrow drew a sharp sound that broke through the air, and the rolling demonic energy flowed out from the tip of the arrow, like a black eagle flapping its wings and flying, and flew towards the first barrier.

After a loud bang, the barrier shattered.

Xue Chenjing waved his hand forward and said with a smile: "If you have grievances, you can take grievances; if you have hatreds, you can take revenge. If you have no grievances or hatreds, you can also kill him without leaving a single piece of armor. From today on, I want your Hundred Thousand Immortal Mountains to have no peace forever. The blood of the righteous will not be exhausted until it runs dry, and the hatred of the demons will not be eliminated until it stops. Kill--"

His voice full of temptation flowed on the battlefield, and the demons immediately responded, with bloodshot eyes and leaping towards the immortal gate, "Kill--"

For a moment, the spirits of righteousness and evil collided, the light of swords and swords covered the sky, and the bloody smell quickly dissipated from the foot of the mountain.

Xue Chenjing stepped on the bleeding steps, and the sweet smell of blood was in his breath. He used to like this smell very much, which made him intoxicated.

A figure fell not far ahead. He remembered the face. It was a fallen immortal from the Ji family. Oh, it seemed to be called Ji Muyun. He had taken a lot of Bailing Pills. After Xue Chenjing took control of his body, he easily broke his state of mind and dragged the immortal into the abyss.

Ji Muyun was stabbed through the heart by a sword and nailed to death on the steps. He opened his eyes wide, and his gray pupils looked at a righteous monk in white clothes stained with blood.

His facial features were about 70% similar to Ji Muyun's, with tears streaming down his face. He squatted down and brushed Ji Muyun's face, closed his eyes, and said sadly: "Please rest in peace, father."

Xue Chenjing clapped his hands and walked up on the blood flowing from Ji Muyun's heart, "What a loving father and filial son, who is willing to sacrifice his own relatives for the sake of justice. But what I hate most is people like you who are willing to sacrifice their own relatives for the sake of justice!"

The monk turned his head and looked at him, his eyes bloodshot, and roared, drawing his sword and slashing at him, "You cruel and shameless demon!"

Xue Chenjing dodged, like a cat playing with a mouse, his figure gathering and dispersing in the muddy ground.

The monk started to form a formation. The spirit sword in his hand split into two, two into three, and instantly turned into countless sword shadows, forming a trap array, tightly imprisoning the ghostly figure.

Sword shadows fell like rain, and the last sword finally penetrated the turbid air and pierced into the heart of the demon king.

Blood flowed from the corner of Xue Chenjing's mouth, his pupils dilated, and painful tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

The monk showed ecstasy and shouted: "The demon king is executed--"

Suddenly, the executed demon king blinked, raised his hand to wipe away his tears, and easily broke the spirit sword inserted in his heart. A smile appeared on the corner of his bleeding mouth, as if he had enjoyed a wonderful play and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Hahahahaha, idiot, I lied to you."

The monk was startled for a moment, then extremely angry. A huge nine-tailed fox appeared behind Xue Chenjing. Its soft fox tail was like a giant pillar, knocking the monk into the air and then smashing him down heavily.

The other party's body was almost broken, and his spirit bones were shattered. When he fell to the ground, he seemed to have turned into a pool of boneless soft meat.

Xue Chenjing walked to his side, stepped on his face from above, looked down at him and said: "When the Ji family took the White Spirit Pill to practice, no one said that I was a cruel and shameless demon. You said I was Tai Sui, a merciful god who protects all living things."

He admired the desperate look in the Ji family monk's eyes, slowly exerted force, and crushed his skull.

Blood stained the upper of his shoes.

The sounds of fighting could be heard all around. Every moment, someone was dying, either a demon or a monk. Xue Chenjing used to love this scene of blood all over the sky and endless fighting. Killing once made him extremely happy, but now, there was only despair and fear in his heart.

Ayi was also here.

Xue Chenjing's heart was pounding, and fear gripped his heart like an iron clamp.

He couldn't imagine at all, if she possessed Ji Muyun who was pierced through the heart by a sword, if she possessed the monk under his feet whose skull he crushed, if she possessed anyone around who was brutally killed or would be brutally killed.

What should she do?

What should he do?

This dream has turned into a complete nightmare.

"Xue Mingyuan, no matter how you torture me, please let her go and don't hurt her. Don't you like her too? How can you let her go through this!"

Xue Mingyuan's voice echoed from his heart, "Chen Jing, I want you to remember the fear and pain at this moment. Killing will only make you hurt, and it shouldn't make you feel happy. Because they are also alive, and there will be people who worry like you that they will die and be hurt. You are afraid that she will see your past, and you know that she doesn't like killing." "

Okay, I'll remember, I will remember it." Xue Chenjing wanted to cry. He was indeed in pain at this moment, more painful than any other time. The feeling of knowing clearly that he was about to lose her was slowly slowing down his heart.

But a thousand years ago, he would not stop for anyone, nor would he feel heartbroken for anyone's death, no matter if it was the people his brother had protected or the demons following him now.

He enjoyed the slaughter, but felt that the battlefield was not big enough and the smell of blood was not strong enough.

Xue Chenjing drew his bow again and shot through the second barrier, the third barrier, the fourth barrier...

Layer after layer of barriers were broken, blood stained the long steps, and flowed upstream from below. Yu Yi was trapped in the body of this sacred tree. The only thing she could do was to shake the tree crown. She could only watch the fight below and the battlefield slowly approaching her.

The demon king passed through the sword and shadow, covered in blood, and finally stepped into her sight.

When Yu Yi saw his face gradually becoming clear, her heart skipped a beat, as if she was surprised, but not so surprised. She knew that Xue Chenjing had died many times and reincarnated many times, and knew that in his body, good and evil were always competing.

From reading the records about the demon king, seeing that the demon king turned against him at the last moment and sacrificed himself to seal the demons following him, Yu Yi roughly guessed who the demon king who disturbed the world thousands of years ago might be.

But she didn't expect that she could personally verify this guess and see with her own eyes his cruelty and bloodiness. @無限好文，盡在晉江文學城

If this is a nightmare, she hopes that she can wake up soon.

Xue Chenjing broke through the last barrier and finally reached the top. He looked up at the majestic tree crown. From a distance, this sacred tree looked like a burning fire. When standing under the tree, each leaf looked like a flame.

"The sacred tree of the Emperor's House is so beautiful." Xue Chenjing exclaimed sincerely, with a look of surprise and covetousness in his eyes.

In Yu Yi's eyes, this look was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, which made her feel cold from the inside out, as if invisible tentacles had already entangled her body and wanted to take her for herself.

"Returning the wound to the real one can ward off evil." Xue Chenjing raised his hand, with blood from someone unknown still on his fingertips, and stroked her leaves. "Now, I am the most ferocious demon in the world. I want to see how you can ward off me."

He pinched a fiery red leaf and pulled it off the branch with force using his fingertips. The

Heart Sea Oath Monument suddenly shook, startling the two people at the same time. Xue Chenjing's eyes lit up, and he actually felt a little relieved for surviving the disaster. "It's Ayi, the Diwu Divine Tree. She is on the Diwu Divine Tree."

Fortunately, she was not in the battlefield below, she was not dead, and she was not injured.

But after being relieved, he soon became panicked because he knew what he would do next.

He would personally uproot this evil-averting divine tree, cut off its roots, break its branches, burn its flaming leaves, chop it into thousands of pieces, and have people drill holes and carve into it to make a gorgeous chariot.

In the future, he would drive this chariot made of the evil-averting divine tree across the mountains and rivers of the cultivation world. The blood accumulated over the years would soak into the divine tree and could never be washed away. @無限好文，盡在晉江文学城

Xue Chenjing's resistance caused the dream to waver, "Brother, don't let me do this to her, let me wake up..."

The branches of the Diwu sacred tree trembled, and Yu Yi found that it was not an illusion. Xue Chenjing's transparent tentacles were indeed entangled with the tree. He was not even afraid of the barbs on the branches. Tentacles one after another tightly clamped the tree trunk, trying to pull her out of the soil.

But she just clearly heard Xue Chenjing's crying plea again.

Xue Mingyuan glanced at the shaking leaves. He certainly knew that Ah Yi was in this tree. This dream was built because of him. He drove the dream-attracting butterfly to lead her here.

Reason told him that he should let this dream continue, because there would be no way to save the relationship between them.

His brother would never be able to complete the task.

However, when the crown of the sacred tree of the Emperor's House trembled, Xue Mingyuan still retreated. He overestimated his determination. He felt sad when Xue Chenjing ripped off a leaf from her.

The dream was broken, and a silver butterfly covered the sky, wrapping the dream with its wings, leading their consciousness back.

Yu Yi suddenly woke up from her dream, and she seemed to still have the feeling of being tightened by the touch. With the remaining eyes, she saw a streak of silver scales falling from the bed curtains. She reached out to open the bed curtains, just in time to see a silver butterfly disappearing outside the window.

She turned over and got out of bed, and walked out quickly. The door of the west room also creaked, and Xue Mingyuan walked out of the house. The two met in the garden in the middle.

The morning light was blocked by dark clouds. Today was also a thunderstorm. It was dark all around, and only the occasional thunder and lightning in the clouds illuminated the ground.

Yu Yi looked up and asked, "Did you do it?"

Xue Mingyuan was silent and nodded slightly.

Then there was a crisp sound, and Yu Yi raised his hand and slapped him in the face.