Leng Yanji's voice was extremely seductive, her pink-faced and stunningly beautiful face was alluring, and her eyes seemed to be able to enchant the soul.
Listening to such voices and feeling the rare tenderness shown by the cold and charming witch, I am afraid that any man in the world will lose his soul because of this and agree to all her requests.
But Shen Lang faced her seductive gaze, but he became more vigilant, and he understood Leng Yanji better. At the same time, he was once again shocked by this woman's powerful ambition.
Why is Leng Yanji willing to let him go? Is Leng Yanji really just trying to satisfy her own selfish desires? She wants to conquer him, the emperor?
In fact it's not that simple.
Although Shen Lang has never taken his identity seriously, whether he admits it or not, he is the successor of the Sunlight Immortal Sword, and his future potential is not inferior to the Demon Lord!
Therefore, Leng Yanji's real intention was to take a fancy to his potential and want to forcibly tame him into an obedient slave like Taoist Cang Jie before he became strong.
In this way, it won't take many years for the Demonic Way to have a strong man who is comparable to the Demon Lord! Therefore, the importance of conquering an emperor is no less important to Leng Yanji than getting the inheritance of the Demon Lord.
In order to achieve this goal, Leng Yanji not only frightened him over and over again, trying to break down his inner defenses, but even promised to spare Shen Lang's life when he was the most ignorant, and would personally use her own demon blood to risk opening the door to the demon world in the future.
What kind of ambition, how scheming, and how decisive is this. It really surprised Shen Lang that a woman could accomplish things to this extent and have such a heroic heart.
"No wonder! No wonder she can become the saint of the entire demon world, even the powerful Shura obeys her orders." Shen Lang sighed inwardly.
Leng Yanji was very patient with Shen Lang and continued to say in a persuasive manner: "This is the holy land of the devil. There are strong people on the holy mountain. The high priest heard that you have devil bones in your body and can't wait to take them out. Moreover, ghosts
The Ghost King of Ming Sect and the leader of Cang Ming Sect are eager to cut you into pieces and are waiting for you to die on the Holy Mountain. As for why they hate you, I believe you can figure it out."
Of course Shen Lang understood what Leng Yanji meant.
Fourth-grade alchemy masters are rare. Mo Yingyou, the envoy of Cangming Sect, is a rare fourth-grade alchemy master. He killed Mo Yingyou, so the people of Cangming Sect naturally hated him.
Not to mention the Guiming Sect, of course. In the Black Wind Stronghold, he killed countless Guiming Sect disciples, and all the red ghosts and blue ghosts died at his hands. Although the Soul-Eating Old Devil was not killed by him, he was also with him.
There is an inescapable relationship.
"Everyone in Buzhou Mountain wants you to die. Only they really want to save you." Leng Yanji said softly, her weak and boneless hands caressing Shen Lang's cheek, and then from his cheek to
It slid down and drew circles on his chest: "You are destined to become a hero.
A heroic man should not stick to trivial matters when doing big things, and a man should also be able to bend and stretch. Although you will suffer a little grievance if you follow me, in this land of Buzhou Mountain, there is no one else who can save you except me. This is you.
The only chance and your best choice."
Buzhou Mountain is thousands of miles away from the mainland, and even someone as powerful as Shura would have to cross seven days to reach it. Moreover, it is protected by a powerful barrier, and there are so many experts on the holy mountain. It is indeed impossible for anyone to save Shen Lang.
Even the nameless old devil is actually an unreliable guy. Shen Lang is not sure whether the old devil has the ability to save him.
To put it bluntly, Leng Yanji was his savior at this time and the only person who could 100% save his life.
Under this situation, if someone is greedy for life and afraid of death, he must have knelt on the ground, begging the witch for help, and grasping this life-saving straw.
Even a strong-minded hero may think about the ability of a man to bend and stretch under such circumstances, so he chooses to endure the humiliation and bear the burden. He temporarily chooses to surrender and save his life, allowing the witch to manipulate and humiliate him, and then look for opportunities to turn around later.
But Shen Lang shook his head without hesitation and said, "Honestly, I shouldn't refuse you either emotionally or rationally. However, I still feel that making a deal with the witch is too dangerous."
Leng Yanji was not annoyed at all, and said with a smile: "For me, making a deal with the emperor is just as dangerous. After all, you are the inheritor of the Sun Sword. How can such a person be so easily controlled by others? How much?
For thousands of years, there have only been emperors who died in battle, but there has never been an emperor who truly surrendered, so I think you should be more confident."
"I really want to conquer you completely, but in the process, there will always be countless changes, and you will have many opportunities to escape from my grasp. By then, you will be free again, even if you suffer some humiliation at this time,
It will also become worthwhile later.”
Leng Yanji's words can always arouse what her opponents desire most in their hearts, as if they can make them see the light.
If Xue Linglan were here, she would probably find what Leng Yanji said very familiar.
Because Leng Yanji said something similar to her in the coniferous forest. Xue Linglan was very confident in her goddess bloodline and felt that she did not need to be afraid of any witch, so she dared to cooperate with Leng Yanji and accepted her magic.
Heart elixir.
But faced with the same choice, Shen Lang's reaction was...
"No, no, no, I don't have any confidence in front of the Holy Lady." Shen Lang looked timid and said with a smile: "In front of you, I would rather hide as far away as possible than never
Jump into the hole you dug, because it is really possible to jump into the abyss and put everything you have into it.”
Shen Lang looked very timid, but Leng Yanji felt that Shen Lang was very smart. That kind of smartness was not cleverness in the conventional sense, but that he was never lucky and kept a clear understanding of himself at all times.
So this made her very distressed, because facing such a person, it was difficult for her to grasp the opponent's precise weakness.
"Do you really want to die that much?" Leng Yanji's voice was no longer gentle, and there was a hint of annoyance.
"For this, I would like to thank you." Shen Lang lowered his head and glanced at Taoist Cang Jie who was being ridden by the saint like an animal, shook his head and said, "Because it wasn't until today that I discovered that a happy death can
, it’s so beautiful!”
"Then you die!" Leng Yanji snorted angrily and didn't want to pay attention to this guy anymore, so she stood up and ordered Taoist Cang Jie: "Stupid dog, carry him to the Holy Mountain for me tonight.
I'm going to kill the goose to take the egg and take his life!"
Taoist Cang Jie listened to the order, and the luck essence held up Fan Cong. As a monk who is close to the realm of the void and the underworld, he has been able to use the essence like an arm. He actually controlled the essence like a rope, firmly binding the whole body.
The cage was fixed on his back, and he was carrying Shen Lang in the cage, hunched over like this, and walked out of the courtyard with the Holy Lady.