The resentful demon clan, as this demon power exploded and ignited in an instant, was completely extinct in the demon world.
Such a decisive, tragic and desperate assassination could fail again.
Ning Feiyan didn't even have time to look at the appearance of the resentful demon, and he had already disappeared into ashes in the world.
An unimaginable terrifying force invaded her body, and Ning Feiyan clearly heard the sound of her bones being shattered.
With a pop, she vomited blood, fell forward, and fell on the cold stone steps.
The skin on her entire back began to slowly open into countless slender openings, and cold and sinister power penetrated from her wounds, as if it was constantly picking apart her bones, flesh, and organs.
The unparalleled pain was enough to tear everything apart. In the face of such pain, Ning Feiyan suddenly felt that the torture and pain she had suffered were simply not worth mentioning in front of this.
She lay down on the steps, choking and coughing out black blood.
Large areas of blood continued to drip out from under his clothes, dripping on the stone steps and seeping into the cracks in the stones.
At this moment, she couldn't even control her breath, and a heavy fog filled the mountains. Countless colorful butterflies were dancing in the fog. It was the original power from the Four Rivers Shaman Soul that was collapsing and pouring out.
Ning Feiyan was deeply enveloped and controlled by the overwhelming and solemn sense of destruction.
She tried her best to avoid unnecessary movements that would cause greater trauma to her body.
But even so, even the weakest beating from the heart will tear the slender wounds on the back deeper.
In such a desperate situation, Ning Feiyan forced her consciousness to wake up and calm down. This was undoubtedly a very painful process. Being awake meant enduring all the pain, fear, and death.
She did not despair because of this, because she knew that Shemali could kill gods and demons, and even if the demon king's true body was here, he would still have a narrow escape.
She should have been knocked out of her mind the moment the samāli erupted in her body, but she didn't and miraculously struggled to survive.
Ning Feiyan knew that it was the function of the feather left to her by the old devil. Of course, the Nine Secret Death Scroll could not save her life from the destructive power of Shemoli.
It was the golden flower in the sky of Xuanting, the mysterious flower that nourished the consciousness of the old devil's remnant soul, that caused some subtle changes in the monarch feather, and was able to withstand the explosion of the magic power.
Although her situation at the moment is still dangerous and she may die at any time.
But at least she is still alive for now. Since she is alive, there is still hope. Ning Feiyan will not give up any possibility of life.
Countless noisy footsteps came from the dense forest outside the cave, and the firelight shone into the night. It was obvious that the assassination had exposed the perfect aura that he had hidden all this time.
Ning Feiyan stretched out her trembling palms and pushed herself up on the ground. Such a simple movement caused the wound on her back to bleed more violently, and her pale cheeks were covered with sweat.
Holding back the severe pain of tearing her body, she raised her hand to calm down all the chaos of the mist and butterflies flying in the forest. She gritted her teeth to hide Sihe's aura. For a moment, her body was scorched by fire, and she was so painful.
I wish I could just kill myself and die.
She stood up with difficulty and watched expressionlessly as a group of dark demons, headed by Erhe Burial Heart, rushed here one after another.
The demon clan's sharp and frightened shouts spread everywhere: "Protect! Protect!"
"The Demon King has been assassinated! The corpse-killing guards are guarding all sides, and any offenders will be punished!"
The demons were shocked and frightened. In the Hades King's Palace, a resentful demon had been allowed to stay in the palace for so long. They didn't notice it at all, and they actually allowed it to succeed.
The matter of the Resentful Demon Clan refining Shemāli was not known to the outside world. Only the Demon Lord and the Demon Clan spies who submitted the report knew about it. The other Demon Clan did not know what happened just now.
But looking at the miserable appearance of the demon king covered in blood outside the forbidden Xuanting Cave, I guessed that the hateful resentful demon just now had actually injured His Majesty's holy body.
An old demon man dressed as a doctor came out and said anxiously: "How is the injury to His Majesty's Holy Body? I boldly ask for Your Majesty's permission to treat His Majesty's injury."
Ning Feiyan only stopped his approach with a cold look, her eyes full of evil and chilling to the bone. She said coldly: "A mere resentful demon can actually know the realm of Xuanting and lurk here.
Is this how you protect the city of Hades?"
Erhe Zhanxin glanced at Ning Feiyan and frowned secretly, although the Resentful Demon Clan's refining of Shemoli was under the instruction of His Majesty the Young Master.
But the real day of the assassination was supposed to be at the banquet of your return. How could he suddenly take action today?
What's even more incredible is that she was able to survive despite being severely injured by Shemāli.
Is His Majesty's cultivation now so strong that he can compete with Shemali?
While he was thinking silently, Ning Feiyan's cold gaze fell on him from afar on the long stairs.
A chill ran down Erhe's heart as she heard her voice full of rage and sullenness: "If it weren't for the people of my clan in the royal city who should cooperate with each other inside and outside, I don't think the resentful demon would have the ability to find such a forbidden place as Xuanting Cave."
Erhe Zhan's heart tightened, and he said calmly: "Your Majesty, please calm down. If there is such rebellion within our clan, I will not tolerate it! But at this moment, Your Majesty is seriously injured, so we should use the Holy Body as the main body as soon as possible."
Treatment is.”
Ning Feiyan's eyes were fierce and scarlet: "The Lord of Erhe is focusing on the important and avoiding the trivial. He wants to let our clan's rebellion hide its tail and continue to hide it under my nose, isn't it?!"
Seeing that she was really angry and heartbroken, His Majesty was afraid that his serious injury would touch his back, so he couldn't say anything more, so he had to lead everyone back to search for the rebels in the city.
And without His Majesty's permission, the demon doctors did not dare to get close and take the initiative to treat her. Everyone could see the murderous intent in her eyes.
When the demon king is angry, it can be said that all directions are destroyed.
No one dares to make her unhappy at this time.
The gathered demons quickly dispersed like birds and beasts, each going about their duties.
Ning Feiyan looked at the deep night, and the murderous aura in her eyes was gradually taken over by dejected weakness. She lowered her head and vomited two mouthfuls of blood, and was about to return to the Hades Palace to suppress the raging injuries in her body.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! But God's will does not follow human complaints, and a deep rumble of thunder comes from the distant sky. In the terrifying lightning in the sky, black evil energy sweeps and splits most of the sky.
The mysterious and mighty aura has crossed the borders of mountains, rivers and borders, and is returning in the direction of Hades Continent with astonishing speed and domineering attitude.
Ning Feiyan's face was pale and her teeth felt cold.
There was only one day left before the three-day appointment and she was already back.
Her eyes suddenly lost all life, and the mental pressure of death made her extremely tired and heavy. Knowing that it was no longer possible to protect herself under the identity of the Demon Lord, she did not make any stops and headed towards the Chaomu Hall without hesitation.
The direction flew away quickly.
Taking advantage of the opportunity when the Demon Lord returned, he hid himself in the night, dripping with blood, but was very vigilant and careful not to leave any traces on the ground.
On the cliff, the figure of Yihe Shuci, who had left early, appeared vaguely in the dim shadows. She seemed to have a pair of devil-like eyes, cold and deep, discerning Ning Feiyan's panic and indifference.
The blue-grey thin lips suddenly curved into a cruel arc.
When the Demon Lord returned to the city palace, there was already an uproar everywhere. The streets and alleys under the royal city were filled with demon soldiers, and there were even demon generals stationed there.
They were going door to door for interrogation. Although the royal city was not in chaos at the moment, there had not been such a big commotion in the royal city for many years.
The demonic energy in the sky rolled into a ferocious demonic dragon. The demonic king stood on the dragon's head, his black robe was like ink, and his cold eyes calmly watched everything happening in the city.
She did not restrain her aura, so Erhe was frightened and rushed over. He looked shocked and moved at His Majesty the Demon Lord, who was covered in chills but unharmed, and said in disbelief: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty?"
The devil's demonic eyes turned slightly, and his tone was as calm as the still water under an ancient well: "The royal city is so lively today."
Zang Xin's scalp was numb and he asked cautiously: "Why did your Majesty come back to the city from the outside world? Aren't these days the day to go to Xuanting Cave Mansion?"
The Demon Lord said lightly: "I went to Qingzhou and just returned today."
Now Zang Xin has completely confirmed that the majesty he just met in Xuanting Cave is fake.
Who is so bold as to dare to transform into His Majesty the Demon Lord and sneak into the ancient forbidden land of the Demon Clan?
What on earth did that man want to do?
How did she do it?
Burying Heart was in a state of confusion. His Highness Shaojun cut off an arm and even reluctantly sacrificed the Old Demon Lord for him. The resentful demon clan, an Anbu force left for him, also wanted to refine the magic weapon and get rid of this world at any cost.
great disaster.
Who would have thought that after giving up the power of the evil demon, all the members of the resentful demon clan were wiped out, only to be seriously injured by evil beasts who did not know where they came from.
Such a precious samadhi was wasted in vain.
It will be even more difficult to assassinate the Demon King in the future.
The hatred in his heart was overwhelming, and he was clenched with heartache, but he did not dare to show it on his face. He said solemnly: "Today there is a resentful demon lurking, trying to kill His Majesty the Demon Lord. I was waiting in front of the Xuanting Cave and found Your Majesty.
He was seriously injured, so if you think about it, someone must be so bold that he turned into His Majesty and broke into the forbidden area without permission."
There was no unexpected look on His Majesty's face, and there was a faint shadow under his lowered eyes. Such a simple action made Zang Xin suddenly feel that the atmosphere was not quite right and it became depressing.
I heard the Demon Lord chuckle, and her right hand slowly came out from the edge of her sleeve. She held a golden flower with pistils on her fingertips. Her fingers were all long and white, and the knuckles were clearly defined. It was difficult to tell the flowers apart for a while.
Which one is more pleasing to the eye, hands or hands?
She held the flower in front of her eyes, with a trace of imperceptible anger in her enchanting and narrow eyes. She narrowed her eyes slightly and said calmly: "Since he was seriously injured, it is not difficult to find this person in the city.
Isn’t it?”
In the splashing darkness of the night, the evergreen lanterns swayed faintly, and there were fireflies walking in clusters in front of the temple.
Ning Feiyan returned to the Chaomu Palace, took off her bloody clothes and put on a clean and loose moon-white nightgown, casually hanging loosely on her body, making her shoulders become even weaker and thinner.
She lit incense in the room to cover up the smell of blood.
Hongzhuang, who was standing in front of the hall, was quite at a loss. She looked at Feiyan who was rummaging around in the hall with extreme anxiety and irritability. Blood was pouring out of his lips and nose uncontrollably, making his face pale and haggard.
There was a vague air of despair and death, and he looked like he might fall down at any time.
Hongzhuang had never seen Ning Feiyan in such a miserable state. Her eyes quickly turned red. She hurriedly stepped forward and said with a choked voice: "Sister, what are you looking for? I'll help you."
Ning Feiyan's rummaging movement paused momentarily. She raised a pair of cold eyes, looked at her and sneered: "Help me? What can you do to help me? Your face was completely ruined back then and you escaped from that scene.
Disaster, I even went to the Four Rivers Palace for you. Milu ostensibly wanted to marry a young concubine, but the whole clan knew that what he wanted was a cauldron that could withstand the calamity in his body.
Therefore, due to the preference of my parents, it is up to me to complete this engagement for you. Ever since you were a child, I have not prevented any disaster for you."
The door of the palace was not closed, the cold wind swept across, and the cold morning and evening palace was silent.
Hongzhuang froze in place, suddenly feeling a little cold in her body, and her cheek seemed to have received a hot slap. She had no way to refute, and she was absolutely ashamed and ashamed.
Because everything Ning Feiyan said is true.
There was a touch of sarcasm in Ning Feiyan's eyes, and her words were as hurtful as sharp arrows: "I never asked you to do anything for me by my side, so why do you have to fall into this ridiculous self-impression? You think I hate it?"
Is that the face under your mask?"
Hongzhuang stood there numbly, her throat seemed to be blocked by something hard and sour, her eyes became increasingly red: "Sister..."
Ning Feiyan lowered her head, her expression could not be clearly seen in the shadow, and she could only hear her words full of hate slowly spoken.
"What I hate the most is your pretentious look. You want to shed tears and go to your mother to cry. I feel disgusted when I see you."
Although Ning Feiyan is said to be cold-hearted, she rarely hurts others with such vicious words. When she says it's disgusting, it must be really disgusting.
Hongzhuang suddenly felt like a stain that could not be seen. She did not dare to stay here for a moment longer. She packed up her last bit of self-esteem in embarrassment and left Chaomu Palace as fast as she could escape.
The night outside the palace became darker, and the long night seemed to have no end in sight.
Ning Feiyan didn't take another look at Hongzhuang. She found a brazier and burned the charcoal fire.
Take out a forest white fang as long as an adult's arm from the Qiankun Bag and bake it with a fierce fire.
The tips of the fangs are turning strangely black and purple at a speed visible to the naked eye, glowing with a vicious light, like crystals.
At this time, the palace window was suddenly pushed open, and sporadic cold rain wet the window sill.
Bai Lian climbed through the window and entered the hall. The first thing he saw was Ning Feiyan sitting calmly on the bench. Her breath was extremely weak, almost dying, but her eyes were extremely bright, reflecting the charcoal stove, deep in her pupils.
It was as if there was a flame that could not be extinguished.
He frowned and looked at the sharp and long fang in her hand. The tip was like quenched poison juice, and the color was deep purple and black. It was extremely uncomfortable to look at.
Ning Feiyan glanced sideways at Balian, but did not accuse him of failing to fulfill their agreement, and said calmly: "I need you to do me a favor."
Balian glanced at her face, his eyes moved slightly, he frowned and hurriedly came behind her, and pulled up the edge of her collar with his fingers, only to see her horrible back, filled with resentment.
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