The girl who abandoned the demon cut off the demon emperor's head and sealed it again in the North Abyss, but did not take action to extinguish the demonic curse fire in the forest where the succubi lived.
The fire continued, swallowing up thousands of forests and fields like a fiery snake.
The former mountains and rivers and the homeland were glorious yesterday, but most of them were destroyed overnight. I don’t know how many people in the forest covered by the demonic fire can survive.
As the succubus demon lord, Ning Guanying has the mission and obligation to protect the forest of Beiyuan.
Succubi were born in the long forest and raised in thousands of waters. The demons and fires are chaotic and all the demons are destroyed. What is even more tragic is that they have no way out.
If this blazing demon fire is allowed to devour and burn the entire forest of Beiyuan, then the ownerless demon fire thing will absorb the spiritual energy of Beiyuan's earth veins, and a new monster spirit with consciousness will inevitably be born in the continuous raging fire.
By then, not to mention Beiyuan, even other demon lands will be harmed, and the succubus clan will be infamy on this continent for eternity.
Therefore, Ning Guanying united with the entire clan and vowed to die to form a seal and seal the mountain, isolating all the demonic breath and aura of heaven and earth outside the forest sea.
In this way, the Beiyuan Forest, a place where Feng Shui is flourishing, will inevitably fall into a state of withering and death for thousands of years, and the land will be barren and unable to support life.
The long river is gradually setting, the dawn stars are sinking, the mountains are silent and the northern fields are silent, and the fire is silent.
In the fierce fire and wind, I would rather step on the river than smoke and return, as if I were stepping on the slowly flowing stars and heavenly water.
She stepped on the waves with one step, and the mountains and rivers seemed to collapse. The demonic river was filled with water, and the demonic fire that stretched for thousands of miles was destroyed at this moment.
The fierce demonic fire was swept into the river water, spread quickly like ink stains on paper, and then faded away.
The fire that devoured thousands of mountains and ancient forests was swept away by the flowing water, and finally fell in Ning Feiyan's palm, turning into a clear blazing fire.
A creature in the light, finally becomes a weapon.
The demon fire weapon obediently bowed to her and turned into a shining scimitar, as thin as a butterfly wing, beautiful and almost demonic.
Seeing this scene, Bai Lian understood Ning Feiyan's intention.
She handed the Ermo Mantra to the Demon Emperor of Beiyuan, and the Demon Emperor turned his words into a curse to take revenge on the demon world. The curse fire consumed the spiritual energy source of most of the forest in Beiyuan, and finally refined itself into a self-generated spiritual weapon of heaven and earth.
The Emo mantra has been in her body since she was born, so Ning Feiyan naturally has a hundred ways to subdue it.
Ning Guanying was stunned for a long time, looking at the messy and withered mountains and forests, still unable to understand what happened.
He was furious: "You traitor! In order to fulfill your own ambitions, you sacrificed and killed your own people! Madman! You are really a madman. Aren't you afraid of retribution for doing this?!"
Ning Feiyan turned her wrist lightly, and the scimitar with fire splashing in her palm flickered and turned into a silver bracelet.
She slowly circled the silver ring around her wrist and looked at him with a half-smile: "It's okay that my father has an unfair heart. How can he be so ignorant?"
She stretched out her hand under the cold moonlight, turned it over and took a closer look. The hand was white and beautiful, indeed like the slender jade used by a woman from a boudoir family to play the piano and hairpin.
She smiled faintly and said: "My hands are extremely clean, and they have not been contaminated by the blood of my fellow tribesmen."
Ning Guanying was so angry that he was shaking all over. If he hadn't been afraid of the deep demonic aura under her body, he would have almost wanted to rush over and tear her into pieces: "You are talking nonsense!"
Ning Feiyan looked at the panic-stricken people with calm eyes. She smiled and took a few steps forward to speak.
At this moment, the paths of the dead leaves fluttering in the wind in the forest were suddenly disordered, and a swift arrow tore the heavy leaves into dust.
In the light and shadow, the smile on Ning Feiyan's face wiped away like smoke. She caught the trajectory of the arrow's edge with her peripheral vision, but coldly let the barb-covered sword edge sink into her shoulder bone.
Blood dripped into the ink-colored river water.
She quickly moved her gaze away and looked at the woman standing on the ancient tree with a sinister expression on her face. Her eyes were wary and filled with hatred. It was as if she saw a vicious wolf about to invade their home and wanted to eat its flesh and suck its blood.
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But Ning Feiyan just looked at her silently without saying a word, her shoulders turned shockingly red, and her originally pretty thin lips lost their color.
Her pale thin lips moved slightly, and she sighed softly: "How come you are so bitter and bitter? I have said that I will never touch the lives of people of the same clan."
Mrs. Ning said sadly: "Sophistry! You have not been pure in mind since you were a child. Those people in the clan have also bullied you, humiliated you, beaten and scolded you. Even I don't like you. How much we prefer red makeup, you have
Hate us so much.
The crazy things you are doing now are all because of your jealousy and resentment. It’s only my fault that I was soft-hearted and didn’t strangle you to death when you gave birth to such an evil thing!”
Hearing this, Bailian said, Ning Feiyan was sent to the Southern Wilderness Demonic Land by her to become a hostage. After ten years of separation, how could she be so sure that her thoughts were impure?
After all, she still felt guilty and guilty. In her heart, she believed that she was being harsh on her, and at the same time, she also believed that the children who were treated harshly by her would only have hatred but no love for their relatives in their hometown.
How could this compare to Hong Zhuang, who was so innocently pampered by their side.
Since this woman clearly knows that her partiality will make people jealous and can easily make people go wrong, why does she still insist on her own opinion and be so stingy with even a trace of care?
It was too late to rein in the horse at the edge of the cliff, and it was already too late to mend the boat when it reached the middle of the river.
But now that she has fallen off her horse and fallen into the river, she doesn't even have the slightest intention to make amends.
She sternly scolded Ning Feiyan for being crazy, but how could she know who was making the wrong mistake over and over again?
The sparse and falling forest leaves cut the moonlight into countless tiny shimmering fragments.
Ning Feiyan used that glimmer of light to carefully understand the hatred in the woman's eyes.
There seemed to be a hint of helplessness in her eyes, and it passed quickly: "I think that everything I did was not out of resentment. My mother-in-law said that I was jealous and twisted because of your preference.
But I know that jealousy and resentment are unreasonable. You and my father had the gift of giving birth to me and the love of adoption. Even though you think my birth is unknown, you have kept me here to this day, and this love has always been in my heart."
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"The human heart is evil and selfish by nature." Ning Feiyan said calmly: "If that boy from the Yan family hadn't come to provoke me, why would this have happened."
She glanced at Ning Guiying, and the smile disappeared from her eyes: "Back then, I was entrusted by my grandfather to inherit the poisonous stone. My father knew how to check and treat all the captured people of the same clan, so why did he forget about me alone?
?”
Ning Guiying's pupils suddenly shrank violently, and he looked at her in shock and confusion, speaking incoherently: "You mean... you mean..."
Ning Feiyan said calmly: "How can I be safe and sound while carrying a poisonous stone? You can never imagine how difficult it was for me during those days."
Her tone was light and indifferent, but her raised gaze was extremely deep and compelling.
"The blood and bones are boiling, the muscles and veins are broken and aching, these are all easy to live with. What is really despairing is that I dare not touch a drop of water or take a bite of food, because the consequences of my willfulness will make me burn inside and out.
It’s better to die.”
"But Aniang, you..."
Ning Feiyan paused for a moment, his eyes curled up, but there was no smile left: "The cakes they gave me that night were really delicious."
The human heart is not made of iron, even Mrs. Ning could not help but open her eyes wide and lose her words.
Ning Feiyan calmed her expression and said: "Father, you are right. I grew up in the southern wilderness and know how to protect myself. I am not afraid of pain or suffering, but this does not mean that I have no temper.
If the boy from the Yan family in the tribe hadn't tried to strangle me to death by the well, how could he have been contaminated by the blood I spat out and infected with the demonic poison? Since I am the host of the poisonous stone, the symptoms of infection are naturally different from others."
"When he bullied me, his parents and elders looked on with cold eyes. Just like watching him torture and kill an animal, my father would blame me for killing my own people, but how could I know that it was actually my own people who harmed me first.
I was just imitating them and being cold-eyed and silent, watching the poison in his body spreading wildly. In the end, just because they were selfish and ugly, they secretly sealed up all the infected human bodies to avoid contaminating themselves.
So that when the Demon Emperor is about to die, no one can care about those people who are locked up, so those of my own race who bullied me and bullied me have no choice but to die in the sea of fire. Isn’t this the fault of themselves?"
Ning Feiyan sighed again: "In my father's eyes, they were very sad and sad when they died, but in my eyes, they had the same idea as before, they were just poultry and wild dogs, so who is worth getting angry about?
Facts have proved that I am more promising than this group of rubbish, right?"
With a few words from Ning Feiyan, she took off her clothes completely.
What's even more frightening is that Ning Guanying gradually loosened his mind and looked at her hesitantly: "But in the end, the forest of Beiyuan was destroyed, and the tribe suffered heavy casualties. It will be difficult for our succubus tribe to rise again. What you did
It’s over after all…”
"Passed?" Ning Feiyan raised her eyebrows slightly, she opened her palms, and immediately an emperor's fang and two bright red beads appeared on her palms.
Seeing this, Ning Guanying was immediately shocked and lost her voice. She stumbled forward two steps and looked at the thing in her hand longingly: "This turns out to be... this turns out to be..."
Ning Feiyan said calmly: "The emperor's fangs and the source of Sishui."
"The emperor's fifteen hundred years of cultivation are sealed in the fangs. Before entering the Four Rivers King's Palace, I had already refined five hundred years of cultivation. As for the origin of this god, isn't it exactly what my father has longed for? Sishui God. The source is a sacred object given to the emperor by the immortal king.
At that time, all the succubus clan came out, and they were able to snatch this object from the emperor's body, which blessed all the spirits in the forest. However, the object was later swallowed by the demon emperor's energy in the seal.
He is useless to the source of God, but he requires our tribe to sacrifice a thousand succubus every year for him to eat in exchange for the power of the source of God. On the eve of his breaking the seal, I exchanged the lives of one hundred thousand poultry and wild dogs for this thing, father. Do you still think I did something wrong now?"
Ning Guanying never thought that the succubus clan would one day be able to fully control the legendary power of the gods. How could this not make people ecstatic?
Not to mention the 100,000 succubi, in order to harvest the emperor, the ancestors of his clan sacrificed a total of 300,000 of their clan's essence lives, just to win a future.
He could hardly control his emotions: "Okay, okay! Very good! My good daughter has done a very good job in this matter."
He looked crazy, and even rushed to Mrs. Ning, slapped her on the ground, and reprimanded angrily: "As a mother, it is unbecoming of you to use weapons against your own children."
The change of situation made Mrs. Ning put away her long bow.
In Ning Feiyan's impression, Ning Guanying had always been a calm and dignified person, but today he was so out of character that he was no different from those villains and wild dogs.
Sure enough, in the face of real interests, everyone's nature is like this.
Since we were born in the oven of heaven and earth, why should we abandon this hypocrisy and seek for that ethereal reality?
Ning Feiyan smiled indifferently. Only now did she realize that the forest where she was born and raised turned out to be such a boring place.
With a flick of her finger, she flicked a bead in her palm into Hongzhuang's arms and said calmly: "Give me birth, raise me, hate me, abandon me. I remember this kindness and treat it as a gratitude without resentment. It’s just this kindness…”
She pulled out the spiritual sword from her body with her backhand without expression, and the sharpness of the barb cut the muscles and bones, bringing out the miserable red flesh and blood: "Just think that the merits and demerits of this arrow are equal to each other, right?"
The sky is clear, the river is frosty, and the moon is white.
All the pictures in front of me are frozen here.
Balian stood in this illusion and looked up at the moon that was about to disappear.
The moonlight illuminated his shadow, and the shadow under his feet suddenly twisted.
A man covered in mist emerged from the scene holding a Night Epiphyllum in his hand. His appearance could not be seen clearly, but there was a little sparkle on his collar.
"Let's meet Wang Yi, the Lord of the Three Rivers in the Demon Realm." His voice was indescribably clean and clear, and there was no trace of demonic energy in his body. Looking at his outline, he looked more like an elegant and good young man who came out of the troubled world of the human world.
Bai Lian did not expect that the person who set up the trap tonight was actually the most mysterious Sanhe Wangyi.
It is said that this person is sleeping in an unknown place. Even when called by the Demon King, he has refused to respond several times. But today, for some unknown reason, he appears in this illusion.
Balian looked at him and said calmly: "Do people who have been sleeping for a long time like to do boring things when they wake up?"
The man in front of him smiled silently. He raised his arm, and the white night-blooming night flower on his fingertips turned into a long silver sword. The sword energy was like silk, and it actually showed a bit of lingering and softness in the moonlight.
Gorgeous beauty comes.
He smiled and said: "I don't like Burial Heart very much. If someone can kill him for me at the Jungui Banquet, I can have a really good sleep in the future. Therefore, today I have a special banquet for the Lord of Four Rivers and
The Lord of Six Rivers came here to watch the sword."
Balian looked at the sword in his hand and said nothing.
"This sword is called Xiangsi Daxing. It can kill all dreams. As long as the Lord of Liuhe is willing to hold the sword and kill the person in the dream, he can break out of the dream."
Breaking through the realm, breaking through the illusion, is also the realm of cultivation.
Balian did not take the sword, but said sincerely: "Why don't you kill the dream and break the realm yourself, and then kill the burial heart."
It's not like he was trying to kill someone with a borrowed knife. Not one of the six rivers in the demon world is a fuel-efficient lamp. These three rivers are looking at the barbarians. If it were said that he came here today just to give him a chance to dream.
Who believes it.
Faced with rejection, Wang Yi was not upset. He gently played with the long sword in his hand and said with a soft smile: "You may not know something. Love is a severe punishment. Love is love, and dreams and thoughts are cut off. Whenever you are pregnant with love,
You, this sword can kill everyone. If you hold the sword and kill Sihe today, you can inherit her power of the devil river and leave this place."
"Of course, I am fair. On the other side, the Lord of the Four Rivers must be looking at your past. When the story is over, I will also give you my sword."
His laughter continued: "What kind of character this person is, I believe you have seen it with your own eyes. If she saw a sword, she would not be as indecisive as you, a woman's kindness."
"If she kills you in your dream, your future destiny will rot and perish together with this sea of night phoenix flowers."
"It makes sense." Balian nodded, seeming to be frightened and persuaded by him. He took the sword of punishment very simply. Under the man's expectant and smiling eyes, he swung the sword out,
Cut the man in front of him into countless fragments.
He looked at the sharp threads lingering on the sword and said calmly: "It's extremely boring."
Sanhe Wangyi's consciousness began to fade away from this dreamland. Finally, his erratic and helpless voice sounded: "It's really surprising that you didn't hesitate at all. I don't know whether to call you scary or naive. This Lord of the Six Rivers
, but they are quite different from those in the past.”
Naive?
Balian raised the long sword in his hand, and the mirror-like blade reflected a pair of dark and calm eyebrows.
He has just seen through this dream, and the choice is his own, not the alternative answer that others are confusing and forcing him to give.
He put the blade of the sword across his neck, looked at Ning Feiyan with a calm expression and put down the frozen figure, and suddenly sneered: "Liar, how can any girl not be afraid of pain?"
Balian's brows furrowed slightly, and he was about to end this boring fantasy.
At this moment, thousands of butterflies appeared in the still forest, and a white and cold palm came through the butterfly, very lightly scratched the force on the sword, took the hilt of the sword, turned the sword body over, and used the smooth side to
The sword mirror hit Balian's head moderately.
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