"Lord, Master, you!"

As soon as Zhang Ziyou said this, the Soul-Devouring Demon Sword screamed out in shock, and he couldn't believe what Zhang Ziyou said at all.

"Master, don't you forget that once you choose to become a demon, your last trace of humanity will be destroyed, and you will become a sword demon completely?" The Soul-Devouring Demon Sword warned loudly, "Last time in Kyoto, my master's body was half destroyed by the bomb. I spent a lot of energy to keep you half-demonized, so that you will not be destroyed. If Master, you let me completely devour you, I'm afraid." The Soul-Devouring Demon Sword's voice was a little hesitant and did not continue.

The results are obvious.

"What? Xiao Shi, you are not a demon soldier. You have always wanted to devour me and occupy my body completely? Your behavior is not like a demon soldier at all!" Zhang Ziyou chuckled at the Soul-Devouring Demon Sword, picked up the Soul-Devouring Demon Sword, and placed his palm on the blade.

"Master!" The Soul-Devouring Demon Sword exclaimed, but could not stop it.

"Xiao Shi, you should be the first demon soldier in history to passively devour the host, right?" Zhang Ziyou chuckled, and tears involuntarily slid down her cheeks.

Becoming a demon and destroying human nature naturally means forgetting everything in the past.

Brother, Master, Xingyu’s all the beautiful memories will no longer belong to her.

However, all of this was Zhang Ziyou's own choice. He really couldn't let go of the millions of creatures, even if they had nothing to do with her.

Oh no, it's related.

The consequences of the sacrifice of millions of creatures will not only be the death of millions of people, but will cause a chain effect like a donodo, and the whole world will be in chaos.

"The world I have lived in my brother, I hope it will always be beautiful." Zhang Ziyou closed her eyes, curled her mouth, her palms slashed across the blade, and blood flowed, "So, these millions of people cannot die."

"Master!!!" the Soul-Devouring Demon Sword roared, and the energy in the body exploded uncontrollably, and endless blood light turned into silk threads, binding Zhang Ziyou's arms.

Blood kept flowing out, dyeing the sword blade red, and was absorbed by the Soul-Devouring Demon Sword.

The sky suddenly became gloomy, the strong wind stopped whistling, and the energy pouring into the magic circle suddenly stopped, and time seemed to stop.

The whole world seemed to start to rotate around Zhang Ziyou. The presence of other people in this space suddenly became extremely low, and only Zhang Ziyou existed.

As Zhang Ziyou's palm passed through the sword blade, it turned back to its black length and gradually turned red. The blood light rippled in the air and dissipated around with Zhang Ziyou as the center.

The children of the Eight Snake Family who came into contact with the blood will turn into blood and melt into the blood light, and everyone will scatter and escape.

Zhang Ziyou's breath continued to rise, but his eyes became clearer and weaker.

"No, I can't." The energy of the Soul-Devouring Demon Sword has reached its limit, and the tone of speaking has reached its extreme.

The Soul-Devouring Demon Sword really didn't want to devour Zhang Ziyou, but once the host chose this path, even the Soul-Devouring Demon Sword itself could not stop this process, not to mention that its spiritual body is so weak that it is even reluctant to speak.

Zhang Ziyou's palm swept across the sword blade, and a blood mark appeared in the palm of his palm. A red light overflowed from the blood mark. The Soul-Devouring Demon Sword was released by Zhang Ziyou and suspended in front of Zhang Ziyou.

The consciousness of the Soul-Devouring Demon Sword was completely asleep and silent.

"Xiao Shi, have a good sleep. Don't look for another host when you wake up." Zhang Ziyou opened her arms, and turned completely red. Her arms were covered with mysterious runes. The Soul-Devouring Demon Sword began to tremble violently.

At this time, the origin of the life of the old man below also burned, and the upper Void Spirit Armor fell off his body, falling into the light of the magic array, smashing a piece of smoke and dust.

"Little girl, the magic circle has been completed, it's too late." The old man looked up at Zhang Ziyou, who was dancing in the air with the red wind, smiled, and his body gradually became illusory, "If it weren't for the family's mission, I would have really wanted to follow your wish."

The old man Bai completely disappeared between heaven and earth.

roar!

A violent roar came from the Yamata Orochi statue, and a body hundreds of meters high stood up from the ground in an instant, with eight snake heads dancing around, disrupting the reflection in the sky.

Yamai Orochi!

rì     běnThe magic circles everywhere became brighter and became brighter. Countless people with weak constitutions were the first to be unable to withstand the pressure, exploded and died, and their souls were sucked into the belly of Yamata Orochi.

The eyes of the five snakeheads of Yamata Orochi were flashing with blood, and the other three heads were a little blurred, but the energy scattered was stronger than the other five!

As countless souls drifted from everywhere to the belly of Yamata Orochi, Yamata Orochi's power became more and more manic.

The earth trembled and the roar shook the sky!

The powerful men from the Eight Snakes and Eight Snakes saw the Yaki Orochi trembled with excitement when they saw it!

"Welcome to the revival of my god!" One of them knelt down and cheered loudly regardless of the earthquake.

"Welcome my god and resurrection!" All the disciples of the Eight Snake Family knelt down, and cheered loudly.

rì    běnAll places, countless powerful people of power rose into the air, looking at the dazzling array of light in horror, feeling that their power was constantly passing.

At this moment, the country was in chaos.

Zhang Ziyou's long blown away by the wind, and his whole body was wrapped in blood. The tip of the Soul-Devouring Demon Sword pointed directly at Zhang Ziyou's heart.

The Yamata Orochi seemed to have appeared Zhang Ziyou and the Soul-Devouring Demon Sword. Sixteen cold pupils stared at Zhang Ziyou coldly, Nobuko was swallowing and spitting, and murderous intent was everywhere.

It instantly understood that it could not allow the human to complete the fusion with the magic sword!

The spiritual power between heaven and earth began to rise, and all gathered in the mouth of Yamata Orochi, condensing an extremely terrifying ball of energy, leaping, and the aura changed the color of the world.

Zhang Ziyou opened her beautiful eyes, with only a little bit of clearness left in her eyes, looking at the giant creature in front of her, with a slightly curled mouth.

"Is the Yamata God?" Zhang Ziyou closed his eyes again, "Hmph, my first battle after my devil is to kill God."

"Maybe I will be killed by all parties in the future? Is it a witch, so how can I survive in the world?"

"Xingyu, Master is sorry. I can't fulfill my agreement with you. With your ability, without my burden, life may be more nourishing, right?"

"Brother has been eight years, and Youyou may not have the chance to see you again."

"I really want my brother to know that Youyou, I will no longer be the little girl who can only hide behind you, Youyou, I have saved the world."

"Brother's boy has grown up."

Crystal tears slid from the air and blew away with the strong wind.

The last trace of clarity in Zhang Ziyou's pupils disappeared

The sword light of the Soul-Devouring Demon Sword penetrated the world, and the sword light shot towards Zhang Ziyou's heart.

Yamata Orochi roared, and the terrifying spiritual power blasted at Zhang Ziyou.

Suddenly, a tall figure appeared in front of Zhang Ziyou, blocking the Soul-Devouring Demon Sword with his back, blocking the attack of Yamata Orochi, and hugging Zhang Ziyou into his arms.

"Youyouyou, brother is back." The voice trembled and his body trembled.

The wind was blowing everywhere, and Zhang Ziling hugged Zhang Ziyou tightly.
Chapter completed!