The Demon King Is Deeply Unfathomable

When I was a child, Chasing was like pages of a book filled with the fragrance of ink, I was outside, the protagonist was inside. When I grow up, Chai Geng is like a golden coin, I am here, the story is there. After adulthood, Chasing is like a sharp blade, I am on this end, The old thief is on the other end. Later, Chasing even more dark huts, I was outside, the pigeons were inside. And now, Zi Geng is a square and short grave, I am outside, the author is inside.

Have you ever been a devil? Some things are scribbled and taken for granted.

When you update, subtle flaws will be magnified, and the greenness of the writing will be criticized. When you update twice, a little patience is born, and the progress of the plot is paid more attention to. When you watch the third watch, the slightest praise begins to sound, and the number of dead harvests begins to decrease. When you watch the fifth update, readers' support spontaneously forms, and the voices of praise become louder and louder. When you are at the tenth watch, the Confucian debates are deafening, and the tolerant attitude is implemented both internally and externally. When you are twenty, you will have a place in the bookworm's memories. Even in a long life, your name will leave a dazzling trace. Updating may not solve all difficulties, but more than 90% of the problems come from insufficient updates. So, don't stop... Update update update

Dear book lovers, come and check in if you have nothing to do 🙏 My VR glasses👓 are ready. Where is the activation code for the VR glasses? If the devil chooses me, choose me 🙏

Chenxing said that the next novel will be a space opera novel, so it can be ruled out

So funny

Judging from the writing style, it is not too sophisticated, not to the platinum level, and it has a strong light novel flavor. This time, everyone with more than 10,000 subscriptions can participate, so I think this is a LV5 writer who has been involved in light novels all year round. He has had over 10,000 subscriptions, but he has a lot of eunuch books.

The protagonist wants to buy a house in a human city, but there is no way to make money. My idea is that the protagonist breaks the souls of the monsters killed by the player into soul fragments, and then randomly mixes the pure souls into various pure souls and stuffs them into the top, so that the elf of the top becomes the top. And if the user wants to summon an elf, he must let his soul talk to the top elf and decide what the elf looks like (the soul in the top has been broken and purified and has no fixed form), and the elf's form will also affect the appearance of the top (it shouldn't be difficult to find some materials that change shape with the soul in a different world). Of course, the elf's personality will be somewhat similar to the person who activates the elf; There are two ways to improve or evolve a top. One is to enhance the bond between the spirit and the user's soul, and the other is to devour the spirits of other tops. The fighting top can not only help the protagonist earn money from the nobles, but also gain faith. If there is a backdoor in the top, you can also get information. This is just my idea, please forgive me if there are any shortcomings.

Three Realms Peace Talks: A Game Within a Game When the fog of eternal night filled the Starfall Pass, and the black gold chariot cut through the void and slowly fell, all the twelve speakers of the Guardian Council stood up, the Pope of the Holy See of Light tightened his scepter, the Elf King's fingertips glowed with a shred of spiritual light, and the back of the monarch of the human kingdom was already soaked in cold sweat. Thanos hid in the shadows of the venue, his eyes scanning the surrounding hidden Holy Light Barrier, Space Lock Formation, and the ancient forbidden spell marks of the elves, and his heart sank slightly. This is an obvious Hongmen Banquet. The reason for the peace talks in the Three Realms is to demarcate the jurisdiction of the Void Rift, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that all the tribes are leveraging the momentum of the Demon Realm's "step by step retreat" in recent years to jointly exert pressure, hoping to take a piece of flesh from the Demon King's hand. Everyone in the world said that the Demon King Luo Yan was lazy and careless about the authority of the territory. He had not personally taken action during several border frictions, so they all felt that the Lord of the Demon Realm was just relying on his remaining power, but in fact he was weak and could be bullied. Only Thanos knows that no one has ever been able to grasp the innermost thoughts of his Demon King. At the long table in the center of the venue, representatives of all ethnic groups took turns to attack. The Speaker of the Border Guarding Council was the first to speak. In a loud voice, he listed the crimes of demons from the demon world crossing the border and disturbing the people. He asked the demon world to retreat three hundred miles to set up a buffer zone, which would be supervised by joint garrison troops from all ethnic groups. The Pope immediately agreed, saying that demonic energy pollutes the creatures on the border, and demanded that the flow of demon crystals from the demon world be restricted. Pass, the Holy See will issue a unified pass; the Elf King's tone is cold, and he wants to take back the old territory of the ancient battlefield, saying that it is the ancestral homeland of the elves; the human monarch is the most radical, patting the desk and taking out a pile of "criminal evidence", demanding that the Demon Realm compensate for the losses caused by the hundreds of years of border wars. Luo Yan sat at the head of the long table, twirling the white void crystal casually with his fingertips. He wore a black robe that made his brows gentle. He didn't say much during the whole process. He occasionally gave a faint "hmm", which seemed like he was really considering it seriously. The power of shadow at Thanos' fingertips has been concentrated to the extreme. He could sense that there were twelve demon-suppressing formations buried under the venue, 300 sharpshooters of the Knights Templar were hidden outside the window, and even the sky above his head was blocked by the elves' canopy. As long as the Demon King dares to say even half a word "no", the next second will be a killing spree of thousands of arrows and formations. He secretly sent a message to ask for instructions on whether to activate the Shadow Guard to forcefully break the situation. Luo Yan only replied with two words: Be safe.                                                                           Since the Demon King's expression was always calm, the representatives of all races felt even more confident, and even had a faint intention of giving in. The speaker directly pushed the drafted treaty in front of Luo Yan, with a tone that was a bit unquestioning: "Lord Demon King, for the sake of peace in the three realms, please put pen to paper." The moment the words fell, the aura around the venue suddenly tightened, and all hidden murderous plots were ready to go. They believe that they have set up a killing array that is rare in a thousand years. Even if the devil comes in person, they can still suppress it to three points. Luo Yan finally stopped crystallizing on his fingertips. He tapped the table with his fingers. "Crack." There was a soft sound, like the sound of ice breaking. The next moment, the tight holy light barrier around them suddenly stagnated, the underground demon-suppressing formation was extinguished inch by inch, the long bow in the hands of the Templar Knights outside the window instantly decayed, and the elven sky directly turned into light fragments and disappeared without a trace. The killing move that was ready to go out was eliminated with just one finger. The representatives of all ethnic groups turned pale. Luo Yan raised his eyes, still looking gentle and casual, and his tone was as calm as chatting: "Are you done?" Before anyone could react, he spoke slowly and broke it down one by one. "The alien monsters in the rift were secretly placed by the third elder of the Guardian Council in order to frame the demon world and provoke a war. His secret correspondence with alien species is now in your secret compartment of the Speaker." "The devilish pollution mentioned by the Holy See is because you refined the evil medicine yourself and put it on the border to monopolize the purification medicine business. In the third secret workshop on the west coast, there are still raw materials that have not been destroyed." "The ancient battlefield that the elves want is buried underneath the soul-devouring disaster that your ancestors suppressed. The seal can no longer hold up, and you want to use it as a shield to the demon world, right?" "As for the 'evidence' of the human kingdom..." Luo Yan chuckled, "The Black Wind Castle rebels you secretly colluded with were replaced by my people three years ago. I asked them to write those documents to you." With every word he said, the faces of everyone present turned pale. The secret layout that they thought was seamless was revealed in Luo Yan's mouth like a piece of white paper. Even the smallest hiding place was clearly explained. No one knows how he knew. It's like no one knows when he deployed the back trick. With the tip of Luo Yan's finger, the treaty that was originally used to create trouble for the Demon Realm flipped in the air and landed in front of the representatives of all races. The terms on the paper have long been rewritten by magic patterns, and every word has changed: There is no need to establish a buffer zone, all races are open to trade in the three realms, and the demon world will uniformly supervise the trade of magic crystals and spiritual minerals; The ancient battlefield is assigned to the demon world, and the seal of the elves is reinforced by the demon world and is valid for three thousand years; The Guardian Council has added new rules of procedure, and the demon world has a veto power. The conditions were ten times more stringent than their original requirements, but the whole place was silent and no one dared to refute. All the trump cards are in the hands of the devil. Once they break up, they will be the only ones who will be ruined and their foundation will be shaken. When signing the contract, the Speaker's hands were trembling. He couldn't help but raise his head and ask: "Master Demon King... When did you start planning?" After Luo Yan signed, he put away his ink pen and smiled faintly: "Three hundred years ago when you proposed this peace negotiation." The whole place was dead silent. Thanos stood in the shadows, his heart shocked. Three hundred years ago? At that time, the Guardian Council had not even thought of joining forces to suppress the Demon Realm, and even the changes in the void rift had not even appeared. The Demon King had already counted it down to today? He suddenly remembered that three hundred years ago, Luo Yan had casually ordered him to do a few small things: assign a few idle handymen to the Guardian Council, send a few batches of ordinary raw materials to the workshop on the west coast of the Holy See, and move two inconspicuous demonic veins next to the ancient battlefield of the elves. At that time, he only regarded it as an ordinary arrangement, but now that he thinks about it, every step has accurately stepped on today's node. Everyone only saw that the Demon King broke the situation lightly today, but they did not know that this situation had been set up three hundred years ago. From cause to result, from people's hearts to interests, he calculated everything clearly. The chariot left the venue and drove into the eternal night again. Luo Yan leaned against the car wall and closed his eyes to rest, as if the person who just turned his hands to cover the clouds and rain was not him at all. Thanos was silent for a long time, but couldn't help but ask: "Lord Demon King, since you had expected it, why didn't you just suppress it instead of waiting three hundred years?" "It can be suppressed for a while, but it cannot be suppressed for a thousand years." Luo Yan didn't even open his eyes, his tone was lazy and calm, "It's the nature of all living beings to pursue profit. Give them enough space, and they will naturally come together. Let them use up all their thoughts, show all their trump cards, and take them away at once. In the next thousand years, there will be no more unnecessary disputes in the three realms." Thanos was silent. Everyone in the world says that the Demon King is unfathomable, but no one knows that this unfathomable thing is never the power of cultivation, but the vision, the mind, and the plan that overlooks the eternity. Others can see the glint of swords and shadows in front of them, and the gains and losses of every inch, but the person on the throne sees the order and peace that will be a thousand years from now. In the eternal night, the outline of the Demon Palace is looming in the clouds and mist. The person on the supreme throne has always seen three hundred years more than anyone else.