The night was dark.
Thick shadows covered his back.
"Don't even think about it." He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the skinny hand on the placket tightly, and said viciously, "Xianchang, you don't want to leave me again."
The hand in his palm was thin and cold, and he suddenly felt a little fortunate that he had tied the man to his body with a strip of cloth early, and with the strength of the other party, he couldn't break free after thinking about it.
- If it was not stopped by reason, he even wanted to rub this person into his flesh and blood, so that this person's soul and body could be merged with him to be unique, so that this person's eyes and hearts were only left alone. , can only depend on him in life and death, never be separated.
He had already expected that this person would say harsh words next, in order to make him leave this person behind and run away alone.
... Just like in the same year, in the Nine Revolutions Demon Refinement Formation.
But the person behind him just repeated in a low voice, "Your Highness, leave... here."
His five fingers were clenched and loosened, and he suddenly realized that, just like when he was climbing from the bottom of the tower to the top of the tower, this person kept muttering "pain" repeatedly, this person's consciousness may always be the same Not fully awake.
Yes.
After being suppressed in darkness for a hundred years, and forced to reciprocate in hope and despair, ordinary people have already gone mad, how can it be so easy to recover.
Even so, this person's sluggish consciousness still poked out a little from the broken body, just to tell him... get out of here.
He was suddenly angry and calmed down.
"Xianchang, are you my person?"
"No matter what you say, I won't leave you out of here."
He held this man's thin and cold fingertips, conveying a bit of scorching warmth.
"Believe me."
He raised his head and looked at the Zhou Tianxingdou Great Array covering half of the Western Continent.
They stood in the center of the formation, and the mighty Xinghe brought the majestic power between heaven and earth, condensed into a network, and wanted to keep them here forever.
The self-proclaimed cultivation in the body needs to rely on the power of the soul to break through, and now that the power of the soul is exhausted, he needs time to recover.
But he has no time.
There is only one way left.
No one knows that since Mo Yuan came out, he has been suppressing the demon thoughts in his body.
Day after day, year after year.
But despite this, countless filthy and evil thoughts in the human world are still constantly gathering towards him. He is the gathering of "evil" in the world, and he should be slaughtering and causing chaos in the world.
His sanity has been out of control for longer and longer, and his actions have become more and more tyrannical and cruel.
Until he met the person behind him, he was surprised to find that as long as he hugged this person, smelled the fragrance on this person's body, and the tyrannical and disorderly demonic thoughts on his body, it would magically calm down.
And when this person was playing the piano, even the most evil, filthy, cruel and perverse things on his body would obediently shrink aside, not daring to disturb him.
His spiritual power was exhausted and his cultivation base was sealed.
Where there is light? There will be shadows.
Where there are people, there will be filth, evil thoughts, and desires.
And these are the source of his real power.
He looked at the Taoist monks who were encircling the heavens and the world, eyeing tigers, and his eyes were right. Under the blessing of the formation, the monks, Fawu, exuded immeasurable Buddha light.
"You people of Taoism? You have always said that you want to suppress the demon star," he said with a hint of sarcasm, "but you don't know that the real demon hasn't been born yet, so what about suppression?"
Fa Wudao: "The donor has been in charge of the Demon Sect for more than a hundred years, and he has committed countless crimes. He is a peerless demon recognized by the world. People? People
"Okay. Since you are so intent on suppressing the demons..."
His eyes were so red that blood seemed to flow out, but the dreaded darkness inside kept condensing.
He raised his chin with a sneer, and nodded towards Fa Wu and the countless Taoist monks in the sky.
"This deity satisfies you."
His clenched fingers loosened.
At the same time, in addition to self-proclaimed cultivation, there is another secret, evil, and intolerant prohibition within the body.
As if silently, the sky is darker, as if even the starlight cannot shine through the night to the earth
In the thick night, Fa Wuxin felt safe.
Suddenly heard? In the sky, there is thunder roaring.
- Thunder roars in the distance.
Luan, who was driving Huo Luan, was about to rush to the distant place where the prince was robbed? Looking back, his eyes widened in shock at the sight in front of him.
After using the power of the holy wood, Ye Yunlan was already a bit of dust in his eyes.
But what did he see
He saw this person he regarded as an ant, who had long been deprived of the power of his bloodline, and now has completely cut off the causal connection with the Ye Clan? Actually standing in the countless golden causal threads, safe, safe, undisturbed.
-how is this possible!
Sacred Tree Indus was once watered by the blood of the demon master, and the remaining power, even after ten thousand years, is still extremely powerful, and can even touch the causal order of heaven, and such power. Even the powerhouses in the mortal realm are afraid.
The Demon Lord Divine Phoenix used to be the closest thing to a "fairy" in this world.
This is also the reliance on which their Ye clan has been able to obtain a great right to speak among the ancient clans.
But now this cognition was slowly shattered by the scene in front of him.
The Lunar Hidden Guard watched in horror as Ye Yunlan walked in the golden thread, and once the holy wood power that ordinary people could not resist touches him, it will turn into flying light and penetrate into his body.
And at the same time, Ye Yunlan's dark eyes became brighter and brighter, and even gradually... a dazzling golden light appeared.
How could it be... no? It would be...
This situation shocked him even more than when he turned around and saw that the power of the holy wood could not harm Ye Yunlan.
Golden eyes - this is clearly a sign of the Ye Clan's bloodline returning to their ancestors! But even among the Ye clan, they exhausted the whole clan's resources to support them. After so many years, they did not produce a Ye Xuanguang with a bloodline who returned to their ancestors. Seek to be able to grow up smoothly, ascend to the throne, and be admired and worshipped by the whole family.
The power of Ye Yunlan's bloodline has already been exhausted, how could he be able to possess such a sacred and noble symbol
Ye Yunlan got closer and closer.
Among the countless golden threads intertwined, this man was dressed in white, with black hair flying and holding a sword in his hand. The sharp sword tip pointed diagonally at the ground, showing a cold light.
Those golden eyes shot straight at him, making his legs and feet go weak after seeing countless great powers for thousands of years.
Those who can become the Hidden Guard of the Luminous Sun are all people in the Ye Clan with excellent bloodline power for thousands of years. Only in this way can they rely on soaking in extremely rare saprophytic flower juice to keep their bodies and spirits immortal. Get "longevity" in another sense.
He is the most outstanding existence in the Ye Clan's 72nd generation bloodline. Before he became the Yaori Hidden Guard, he was the holy elder of the Yaori Clan. He still remembered that the Ye Clan juniors liked to call him "Elder Zixin" .
But now, Ye Zixin felt the suppression of the power of blood.
The beast is more spiritual than the human being. The Huo Luan under his crotch made a crisp cry, and it slowly descended to the ground. He lowered the beast's body and made a gesture of submission to please.
Ye Yunlan had already stood in front of him.
The bright long sword was raised and pointed at his neck, and a scorching golden color poured out of his long eyes, stabbing his eyes painfully.
Ye Zixin suddenly remembered what Emperor Ye said before leaving the Imperial Palace.
"The birth of the Phoenix Star will be accompanied by trials and calamities. The catastrophe is approaching, and the prophecy of the heavenly book will not tolerate any difference. You will be a sharp sword for our Ye clan, and you should remove the troubles for our clan."
Ye Di raised his sleeves, and a figure in white appeared in the water mirror. He closed his eyes and fell asleep on the bed. His face was pale and sickly, but his eyes were extremely beautiful.
Ye Zixin has served the Ye Clan for thousands of years, and he has never seen such a stunning face.
"He is the spirit root of the ice system. He is the 'unknown' that appeared in the inheritance of the Ye family's bloodline. He once divided the power of Xuanguang's small bloodline. Without him, Xuanguang would have returned to his ancestors on the day he was born. To become a veritable heaven-level bloodline, it's just a matter of time, and it's not too late to make up for it now."
Ye Di swung the water mirror away and said indifferently.
"His cultivation base is completely useless now, he is just an ordinary mortal who has no power to hold a chicken. I allow you to mobilize the power of the holy wood. Erase it."
"Remember. What I want is to 'disappear' completely."
Ye Zixin bowed and accepted the task.
At that time, although it was a pity that such a face might not appear again in the future, he did not think it was such a difficult task. Even, he looked at the person in the water mirror, lying on the bed, so weak, maybe he hadn't arrived yet, and he didn't have to do it himself, maybe this person was already dead.
But now, Ye Zixin's pupils shrank, looking at the sharp point of the sword pointed at his neck, and the power of the bloodline that suppressed the cold sweat all over his body, Ye Di's words swirled in his mind.
He's just an ordinary mortal, with no power to tie a chicken.
One, ordinary, mortal
The hand has no power to tie the chicken.
Ye Zixin: "..."
Ye Yunlan didn't know what was going on in front of this Luminary Hidden Guard, who was completely wrapped in sacred armor. He just smelled the sweet but rotten aura of this person keenly.
He likes flowers.
But on the other side, it is what he hates most, the smell of saprophytic flowers.
His eyes have been completely covered by the golden color, revealing a kind of indifference and dignity that is hard to describe.
He felt angry.
It wasn't that his father, who was angry at his own blood, insisted on killing him, but another kind of anger that was deeper and sadder.
This anger spreads with his consciousness and spreads into the network of golden threads intertwined around him.
Those silk threads seemed to sense his emotions, and many of them were wrapped around his sword-holding wrist, swaying gently, as if trying to slow down his anger.
Ye Yunlan raised her hand and stroked the silk thread on her wrist, and then looked at Ye Zixin, who was crushed by the force of the bloodline and couldn't catch the bullet.
Those golden pupils seemed to be able to penetrate everything.
"The physical body that should have died a thousand years ago should no longer stay in this world?"
"I will give you eternal sleep."
What does he want to do
Ye Zixin's pupils widened, and found a golden thread approaching him, like a willow swaying in the wind.
It's a deadly scythe.
The line of cause and effect originates from the sacred tree of the Ye clan. No matter what, it will never harm the people of the Ye clan? - This is the theorem!
"No?… "
Ye Zi was at a loss? Bowing his head, the silk thread had penetrated his chest.
He slowly scattered in the void like dust, leaving no trace.
And the person standing in front of him just closed his eyes tiredly.
"I hate saprophytic flowers."
The author has something to say: Ye Zixin: Damn! Ye Di hurt me!