Lie Huo Jiao Chou

Chapter 135: Epilogue (5)

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The remains of Suzaku Heavenly Spirit floated into the air, and the sacrificial rites, demonic energy, obsession, resentment...all the inconsistencies in the world seemed to be turned into fuel, and a snow-white Lihuo was ignited in the deepest abyss.

The light of the sky was dimmed by the firelight on its body, and the pale skeleton was stretched out, and bloody flesh and feathers grew from where the fire brushed.

The magma erupting in the depths of Chiyuan seemed to be cheering for his freedom and the birth of the new Suzaku Protoss.

She could feel the fresh vitality beating in her chest, like a zombie buried for thousands of years, suddenly tasted the five flavors and was ecstatic.

She was originally the proud daughter of the heavens among the demon clan, with a half body of a vermilion bird, and she is unparalleled in beauty. From birds and beasts to the ancient spirits, they all worship at her feet.

She can easily obtain the things that all sentient beings pursue hard all their lives.

She has never tasted what it means to "get what you ask for".

Long ago, she didn't even know what lust was.

She has never pursued power, and she has no interest in being crowned king, because she has been aloof from birth, whoever she chooses is king, and the demon king obeys her.

Sometimes she even has a kind of empty boredom, not knowing what she should pursue.

Thinking about it now, the Demon King Jiuxun should have hated her since then.

The monster race is different from the human race. They have no manners or laws. The two things of "eating" and "sleeping" are justified. As long as you have the ability, it is not shocking to eat or sleep with anyone. Although Jiao can also become a dragon, but that is too rare. The low-level Jiao is the monster royal family who make wine. Those powerful brothers and big monsters with malicious intentions all want to know what the prince's son tastes like when drinking. Jiao Nu's son was weak since he was a child. Others practiced for one year, but he had to practice for ten years. He grew up in the fear of being caught and eaten at any time. He could barely survive by relying on this sister with the blood of Suzaku.

Because she doesn't want to eat him, she treats him like shit and doesn't have that appetite.

How big is the difference between cloud and mud, and the demon king hates her as much as he is obedient.

Until that year, the divine scourge suddenly fell in the demon realm, and a lot of spiritual energy was lost. The little monsters were born stillborn, and the big monsters who lacked cultivation showed signs of five declines.

Many ethnic groups migrated on a large scale and were displaced. The demon city was crowded with escaped demons. There was a faint sound of "woo-woo" coming into the city at night, and it was unknown whether it was the whimper or the wind.

The demon king came to her, took her Luanjia and walked around the demon city, lamented the people's livelihood to her, and burst into tears when he was emotional.

She opened the curtain woven with colorful clouds, and saw a distraught banshee holding a deformed little corpse in her arms, with a face as haggard as a mortal old woman, kneeling silently by the side of the road, her eyes were so cloudy that she couldn't shed tears.

The princess met those lifeless eyes unexpectedly. At that time, her heart should have been moved.

Looking back now, it was the first time in her life that she was touched by others and wanted to do something. But it could also be that she's always had everything but a dowry of great feats, just for the sake of novelty and feeling good about herself.

For what reason, I can't tell.

It's been so long, she has forgotten.

She first represented the monster clan and went to Nanming Valley, hoping that the divine bird clan would use the power of Chiyuan to make up for those inexplicably lost auras. The head of the Suzaku clan received her warmly, and then sent her off politely.

Maybe it's because she really thinks that the godbirds are superior, like a clay shrine hanging on the wall, and they don't know the sufferings of the world...or maybe it's just not used to being rejected. In short, the princess was very angry.

The Suzaku clan held Chiyuan's "bellows". To them, isn't Chiyuan just a stove that can be adjusted from high to low at any time? Also shirk the bastard words that "Taking Chiyuan without authorization will break the balance of heaven and earth and lead to disaster".

Then she simply breaks the "balance of heaven and earth" and shows these innocent birds a look.

So she conspired with the demon king, and finally detonated the vigorous melee.

She used to think that it would be the glorious starting point of her life, but she didn't expect it to be her catastrophe.

The sacrifice was too terrifying, as if every pore was frozen, the cold breath sank into the sea of Qi in Dantian, and then flowed through the whole body, she could feel the pain and fear of being sucked alive... Twice.

The first time was to sink oneself into the great gloomy offering.

The second time was that Mrs. Chen took the bait and dug out the "cancer" in her belly like a baby.

She lingered in the realm of immortality for an unknown amount of time, and sometimes it was almost impossible to tell whether her tiresome first half of her life was an imagined dream.

How desperate she used to be, and how desperate she was later.

She must return to the clouds, no matter what the cost.

Now, finally...

She is free.

From now on, she no longer needs to be attached to those dirty and stagnant mortals.

She felt that her body was infinitely light, as if she could go straight to the sky, and the long-lost sense of strength filled her bones.

But at this moment, she suddenly heard a sigh—from her heart, as if there was another soul in her.

The full and warm sense of power suddenly changed. Before the princess recovered, the warmth turned into burning pain. She was like a broken bag filled with flammable and explosive materials, and caught fire from inside her body. I couldn't even scream for a moment. Before she had time to figure out what went wrong, she instinctively wanted to run away, but found that the Suzaku was out of control.

It wasn't until this moment that she realized that she could no longer feel the power of worship that she depended on for a living!

At the same time, on the helicopter in the distance that was preparing to fire a second shot at the terrifying stone statue, the observer raised his binoculars dumbfounded: "Slow... wait, am I dazzled?"

I saw that the stone statue of the goddess with beautiful eyebrows was covered with snow-white fire, the stone seemed to be melted wax, and the facial features that were not damaged by the missile suddenly melted by themselves, and soon became a blank with no nose and no eyes The slate, it seems that the face is twice as big!

For a princess, there is nothing more creepy in the world than this face without features.

Then, passing by the fire, the stone statue "grows" the facial features again—different from the finely carved female statue, the face is carved in a very simple way, but the eyebrows are clear and straight, and there seems to be a faint divine light...

That was thousands of years ago, the ancient ancestors' imagination of the Suzaku divine bird.

The stone statue opened its eyes, and through Suzaku's body without sadness or joy, saw the Yaozu princess rolling in Lihuo.

"No... Impossible..." she cried incoherently, "Impossible! You are dead! There is no Suzaku statue in the world anymore! Danli! Your god position has been taken by the demon..."

There seemed to be a phantom in the pupils of the stone statue looking at her, vaguely it was the ghost of the emperor who lingered three thousand years ago.

Danli's voice rang in her ears through the raging fire: "But didn't you go out of your way to burn a new Nanming sacred bird with your own hands?"

"you… "

"The statue of Suzaku enshrined by the ancestors is to pray to the gods and bless the peace and prosperity. You can steal it privately and use the power of offerings to survive. Anyway, the trace of the god bird has disappeared, and the statue has been shattered by the demon as you wish. , no one can control you. But you are not willing to be like me, subject to the body of a statue for life, without a face, without strength, and live like a shadow. You don’t even want to become a demon, because the source of demonic energy is Chiyuan, and the sky demon Humans and devils must be subject to this, right? Your Highness, you are too arrogant, if you want to do whatever you want, you don't need any restraints at all?"

The princess felt burned out, like she had become some kind of fuel.

"You know...you always knew that Meng Xia stole the remains of Tianling under my order, you..."

She couldn't finish the rest of the sentence, and was finally turned into a beam of fire by Li Huo, which merged into the body of the remains, and the dead blood was revived in the flames.

She is so greedy, so demanding.

"But why don't you think about it, the power of worship is the mystery of heaven and earth, how could you be fooled by your mortal beings... Ah, yes, Your Highness, you don't admit that you are mortal."

The stone statue looked at the big bird in the flames, and seemed to be smiling slightly.

In front of the chessboard, Sheng Lingyuan sighed: "Sparse but not missing... Teacher's puppet art, after all, I have only learned a little bit."

"This is heresy, Your Majesty just come here for fun, fur is enough, what's the use of learning it?" Dan Li handed the last chess piece in his hand to Sheng Lingyuan, "Thanks to the blessing of Your Highness, the minister can come again In this world, I have seen with my own eyes that the unification of the clans that His Majesty seemed to have dreamed of back then has come true, and I will die without regret. Tong... "

Xuan Ji corrected: "Xuan Ji, teacher, I have an ID card."

Dan Li froze for a moment, seemed to understand something, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty has taken good care of you. Then... Patriarch Xuanji, Chiyuan-Nanming, will be entrusted to you from now on."

After he finished speaking, he stretched his wide sleeves in front of him, bowed and kowtowed, made a big salute, and then disappeared, leaving only a chessboard behind.

What is placed on the chessboard is not a mysterious and unpredictable game, but a chubby bird made of scattered black and white pieces, which is quite childlike.

The huge stone statue on Biquan Mountain cracked and fell into the rolling magma. The power of offerings from thousands of years ago turned into white smoke and plunged into the raging fire.

Everyone's communication equipment failed, the sound waves seemed to freeze in place for a moment, and the whole world became quiet.

Immediately afterwards, the sacred bird flapped its wings and sang, as if it spread to the ends of the earth along the earth's veins, and got into everyone's ears.

Li Huo burned to the extreme, and then cooled down again, and the snow-white feathers showed their fiery red true face, as if they were dyed with rays of light.

There was thunder in the sky, but the thunder did not hit the ground. It rolled and shook gently and heavily, and then, it snowed heavily.

From Biquan Mountain to Nanming Chiyuan, the smoke and rock ash floating above the Suzaku totem are all adhered to in the heavy snow, which patiently covers the dead plants, cleans the air, and then fills the boiling magma.

In the depths of the magma, Sheng Lingyuan curled up there, the devilish energy and blood on his body were drained by the fire, his whole figure was like a jade carving, motionless.

The sword body that he had hidden in his heart many years ago turned into a metal shell, the sword spirit was no longer inside, but the sword body still perfectly protected his body.

The divine bird flashed, and disappeared in front of people like a phantom. Xuan Ji landed beside Sheng Lingyuan, with the family emblem between his brows like blood, and stretched out his hand towards Sheng Lingyuan in panic.

The protective shell condensed by Tianmo's sword shattered the moment he touched it, and Xuan Ji caught the person inside. His body was as cold as if he had just been dug out of a freezer, and there was a dead silence, just like he burned in the abyss back then. Like a broken body.

Xuan Ji knelt down in an instant, the hand that had just taken over Chi Yuan's authority was so trembling that he couldn't hold him, and his knee hit the ground heavily.

"You... you liar," the helicopter roared over Biquan Mountain, deafening, but Xuan Ji couldn't hear anything for a while, "Do you have the truth? Do you have the truth in your fucking life Sheng Lingyuan... Sheng Lingyuan!"

This bastard with a honey belly and sword, as long as he utters sweet words, there must be a knife hidden behind him. As long as he opens his mouth to confess, he will either smash people's skulls or dig people's hearts.

He is a competent devil, and anyone who believes in him will end badly.

Sheng Lingyuan fell unconsciously and hit Xuan Ji's shoulder, a white chess rolled out of his arms, just in time to catch Suzaku's first tear.

It was like the temperature of a flamingo, smashed by that tear.

Xuan Ji stared blankly at the shattered chess piece, which landed on Sheng Lingyuan like scattered sparks—

It made him tremble slightly.