The ancient palace seemed to have fallen into eternal silence.
Dust that has not been disturbed for thousands of years floats freely in this space, like mist, covering the ancient and mysterious history of the temple.
Ning Feiyan's fingertips slowly traced the texture of the mural. He Luo in the center of the second mural seemed to be awakened. The flame-like gilded color was ignited inch by inch under her fingers, and the brilliant flowing fire
Like a wave, it sweeps the Heluo map on fire.
Countless golden rays of flowing fire bloomed from the mural. At a glance, the mural was as huge as the sky and was gilded with splendor. It was exceptionally sacred and beautiful.
There is no palace covering the dome. What is strange is a vast and magnificent ocean sky. I don’t know where this sky comes from. It is reflected by the golden flowing fire into a vast ocean of universe. It is ever-changing. One moment, the stars are shining, and the other is the sky.
Silence.
Just like the yin and yang of life and death, withering, rising and falling, they alternate and reincarnate.
Ning Feiyan closed her eyes and realized carefully that the sky, the sky, the universe, and the universe reflected the river of the demon world. At this moment, she felt the wonder of the combination of heaven and earth, and the prosperity and prosperity of yin and yang alternately between life and death.
The power of the demonic river in her body slowly penetrated into the river in the mural, and the golden flowing fire continued to spread, and finally fell into a dark altar in front of the mural.
The altar is not big, but the mouth of the altar is as dark as an abyss, like a devil's abyss. Fire falls into it, and the brilliant light is instantly swallowed up.
Soon, a new energy flowed out of the altar.
The energy was dark, evil, cold, and dead, like the fire of hell burning in the Santu River.
Black fireworks rose violently, and soon the murals were covered with gold. The painting that looked very sacred and great a moment ago suddenly seemed like a world of great demons.
The cold and evil breath penetrated Ning Feiyan's palm, eroding her breath. In an instant, she lost control of her body, and even her senses to the outside world disappeared.
The cold and evil black flames enveloped her body. Ning Feiyan did not lose her composure or panic until the black flames penetrated into her skin as if they were insubstantial. She suddenly sensed a lot of information about Erhe on the mural.
The power of the six rivers has the same origin.
She calmly controlled her emotions and did not show any hostility towards the mural. The cold black inflammation penetrated into her skin and slowly flowed through her meridians without destroying the vitality in her body.
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The process of understanding the power of the river hidden in the murals is extremely long.
One day's scenery passed by silently.
The fine dust in the air burned into black flames.
Ning Feiyan suddenly opened her eyes, and her dark eyes reflected the cold black flames. She curled her lips and smiled, and said softly and slowly: "Found it."
Among the dark murals, she found a bit of bright red in the center of the river bed. During this day and night, she deduced countless times in the illusion of her consciousness and found this cinnabar color that was like blood from her heart.
She raised her finger lightly and tapped the red color with her fingertips. The black flame lingering around her body disappeared in an instant, and the mural in front of her returned to its original thick and ancient colors.
Ning Feiyan smiled knowingly, each of the six rivers has an intrinsically special name, but for the river owner, this name is the biggest secret that he should protect.
Of course, in addition to Yihe Shuci, she has two river names, namely Immortal and Demon Soldier. She has never deliberately concealed this name, which shows how proud and arrogant she is.
She was not worried at all that revealing the name of the river would affect her power and status, and she did not bother to hide it.
But other river owners cannot be as lawless as her.
But at this moment, Ning Feiyan already knew completely what Erhe's name was.
Killing River.
This is a river that uses killing to prove the Tao. Only by completely abandoning human nature and conscience and using murderous intentions can one enter the Tao.
The more murderous it is, the more powerful it is.
It’s no wonder that for thousands of years, Buried Heart has only been under Shuci, and Erhe’s status cannot be shaken.
But just because he is extremely powerful, this slight weakness is also extremely fatal.
Ning Feiyan carefully watched the bright red spot on the river map slowly disappear with the quicksand, and the smile in her eyes became deeper and deeper.
Since he achieved enlightenment with a murderous intention, he naturally has no reason to pick up the things he once abandoned. The redness that is as red as the blood in his heart may be hiding his last kind thoughts towards someone.
Ning Feiyan already knew how to deal with Erhe Zangxin.
She already knows his secret. Calculating the time, there are still two days.
Next, is the secret of His Majesty the Demon Lord.
Ning Feiyan rose up, her figure as light as dust, standing on a towering and spectacular palace pillar, but even so, the dome above the palace was still too far away to be touched.
She observed the trajectory of the stars and rivers above her head with a solemn expression. Countless purple-winged demon butterflies danced silently out of her broad sleeves. The butterfly wings fluttered in the wind and turned into mist, and the misty mist penetrated deep into the sky.
So Ning Feiyan began to carry out a huge deduction technique, searching for the dome's constant changes in life, death and prosperity.
This sky seems to record the system operation of all heavens and eternities. Ning Feiyan's deduction is extremely difficult, and his spiritual consciousness is rapidly collapsing with the force of an avalanche.
She seemed to see the first doomsday darkness, the shadow that occupied all the light in the sky, the long night.
Finally, the starry sky faded away, and the whole world began to be reshaped in the silence. Those fallen star fragments turned into the pure starlight of the world, and the mottled light bloomed into a flower in the darkness.
A golden flower that Ning Feiyan had never seen before in this world bloomed quietly in the long night.
When the pistil blooms, the heart part of the flower is filled with a wisp of remnant soul and spiritual thoughts.
Just a wisp, as weak as the wind blowing, it will disperse.
But just such a weak spiritual consciousness is being nurtured in this vast ancient universe of long night.
The mist transformed by the purple butterfly was lightly dyed by the stamens, and the remaining soul sleeping in the golden flower seemed as if the long-dried petals suddenly absorbed the nutrients that nourished it.
A flash of deep purple consciousness suddenly rose up in the flower's stamens, greedily biting into Ning Feiyan's consciousness, and absorbed it crazily.
Ning Feiyan's deduction process was already extremely exhausting, but now something strange happened suddenly. Her face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her body standing on the palace pillar was even a little shaky.
The consciousness of the remnant soul was very weak, but Ning Feiyan found that she was unable to resist in front of it, as if she was born to be suppressed by the remnant soul. She widened her eyes and looked at the sky slowly spitting out her core.
With her blooming soul, the fear deep in her heart surged out uncontrollably. She looked at the golden flower in the sky in shock, speechless.
Faced with the fear brought to her by the remnant soul in the golden flower, Ning Feiyan didn't know how to make a decision for a moment.
This kind of fear makes people extremely uneasy. The most correct way for Mingzhe to protect herself at this moment is to cut off the tail of the gecko and abandon the consciousness lost outside the body. Even if the demonic energy is damaged as a result, she should stay away from the flower as soon as possible.
Ning Feiyan forcibly stabilized her mind and remained silent for a long time. When she raised her head again, the pain and fear in her eyes were gradually replaced by a sense of decisive madness.
Her face was extremely pale, her body was trembling slightly, and the madness on her face was so unreasonable.
The spiritual consciousness scattered in the hall did not try to recall, nor did it cut off the connection between the body and the spiritual consciousness. Ning Feiyan stood up unsteadily, put his two fingers together into a sword, pressed it hard against his heart, gritted his teeth and whispered.
Said: "Shenzang, open!"
Everyone's body contains a huge treasure. However, the cultivation level has not yet arrived, the opportunity has not arrived, and there is no key to open this treasure.
If that door is forcibly destroyed and opened wide, then the door will never be able to be closed, and the energy, lifespan, talent, and potential in the Shenzang can only be allowed to continue to flow away.
Her eyebrows were cracked, and blood was flowing down the bridge of her white nose.
This is not a gecko with its tail cut off, it is clearly feeding the tiger with its body.
The Shen Zang is wide open and Qi is flowing out randomly.
The consciousness of the remaining soul in the golden flower slowly awakened.
That consciousness was not powerful, but it was huge and terrifying, sweeping up all of Ning Feiyan's leaked consciousness.
"The familiar power of the Shaman Soul. As one of the six rivers in the demon world, I am able to break the order and appear in the realm of Xuanting. I am very surprised."
Wuhun is the name of the four rivers.
Ning Feiyan consumed a lot of cigarettes, her body was shaky, and her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. However, despite this, she did not lose her manners and knelt down calmly and gracefully on the pillars of the palace. Her heart was beating violently, but her voice was extremely calm and peaceful: "
The four rivers are rather than smoke, and I pay homage to His Majesty Qinluo."
Qinluo is the taboo name of the old demon king of the previous generation.
It is the father of the current Demon Lord, who died in the battle between gods and demons.
Ning Feiyan has always suspected that there was something fishy about the old devil's death, and today Xuanting and his party really fulfilled her suspicion.
Who would have thought that in this world, there is still a remnant soul of the old Demon Lord that has not been extinguished, but His Majesty the Demon Lord has concealed this matter.
"The succubus inherits the Demon River, which is a rare thing that I have seen in my life, and it ranks fourth. The level is really not low."
The thought in the golden flower stopped absorbing the power of her consciousness, apparently recognizing that Ning Feiyan had no hostility towards him.
Ning Feiyan's pale face was flushed with excitement, and he said: "If everyone in the demon world knows the news that His Majesty Qinluo is still alive, their morale will definitely rise. There is no need to worry about not being able to conquer the six realms and ascend to the throne of the Divine Cauldron."
"I have perished long ago. What is in front of you now is just a lingering memory. No one has entered this realm of Xuanting for thousands of years. Is my son Milu still okay now?"
Ning Feiyan pretended to be hesitant and said: "After His Majesty Qinluo died in the battle, Young Lord Milu angered the Corpse Demon King and sent them back to their original form, sealing them and the Ancient Cave of Ten Thousand Demons, which damaged their foundations. They were simply abandoned by Young Lord's guardians recently."
After being rescued and returned to the demon world, everything will be fine."
The old devil's consciousness was strangely silent for a long time.
"You are telling me that Young Master Milu, after thousands of years, my son has not yet ascended to the legitimate throne, and is just Young Master?"
Ning Feiyan caught a strange and strange atmosphere, and said with slightly surprised eyes: "When Your Majesty Qinluo passed away, you passed the throne to your daughter, not the young master. Have you... forgotten?"
The old devil's thoughts hinted at anger: "If she hadn't spent three thousand years of life, beheaded herself, and used her body as a devil to protect my son from disaster, how could I have passed the throne to a bastard?"
Abandoned demon? She promised me that she would return the throne to my son after a thousand years, but she broke her promise?!"
Ning Feiyan's heart was filled with turmoil. She never thought that there would be such a cause and effect in the birth of the new king.
But if that's the case, why would His Majesty the Demon Lord raise a tiger to make trouble and keep the old Demon Lord's residual thoughts in that golden flower?
She vaguely felt that this matter was by no means simple, and that woman must have hidden deeper plans and conspiracies.
Ning Feiyan was waiting to ask more questions, when suddenly, the stars in the sky began to undergo terrifying and chaotic changes. The forty-eight pillars of the huge hall shook violently, and countless dust trembled, as if they were splashing everywhere.
The patterns on the six murals seemed to be disturbed by some kind of power, slowly fading away and dispersing. Even the outline of the golden flower in the sky became extremely ethereal, as if it were an illusion. Almost all the remaining spiritual thoughts of the old devil were gone.
It's almost out of reach of the sensor.
This is... someone is forcibly breaking open the Xuanting door!
Looking at the entire demon world, the only one who can do this is Yihe Shuci.
The cost of forcing a door open was extremely terrifying. Ning Feiyan couldn't understand what a major event had happened in the demon world that actually made her take action herself.
Ning Feiyan's eyes were slightly cold, she wiped the blood from her eyebrows, stood up straight and said excitedly: "Your Majesty Qinluo, your daughter has violated her oath and suppressed His Highness Shaojun over the years. Now Shaojun's magic wings have been destroyed, and his spine has been destroyed."
It has been broken, and it is almost impossible to regain the throne. I am the person appointed by His Highness the Young Concubine. I risk my life to come here today just to find an opportunity for my Highness to make a comeback. I also ask His Highness Qinluo to give me some guidance.
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When the Old Demon Lord's consciousness, which was about to disperse, heard the words 'Your Highness, Young Concubine', it gathered together again and headed towards Ning Feiyan. Sure enough, he sensed the forbidden seal belonging to the Young Concubine in her body.
His attitude also became gentler.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The golden flower trembles in the wind, and the stamens are like spitting out, seeping out a wisp of golden liquid. During the falling process, the liquid quickly turns into a red-gold feather, floating
In front of Ning Feiyan.
"I can't help you much now because I can't help you much. I can only divide my soul and thoughts with sacrifices and condense this piece of Kata-kun's Feather, which contains the secret of my technique, 'Nine Secrets of Death Scroll'. You can hand this feather over to me."
Give it to my son so that he can temper the Demonic Wings of the Lord again."
Ning Feiyan put away the golden feather in a serious place, closed his long eyes slightly, and said warmly: "I will obey the holy order!"
"Also, although my residual thoughts will disappear, my main soul is still there. Only the rebellious girl knows where my main soul is. It is a sword, a silver sword. As my son's concubine, you
, I must do everything possible to learn the whereabouts of the sword from her. Only in this way can I return to the world..."
After telling the last extremely important information, the residual thought could not bear the weakness of consumption, and turned into a little starlight, dissipating in the night sky. Only that golden flower remained unchanged and bloomed forever.
After confirming that the old devil's consciousness had completely disappeared from this state, Ning Feiyan crushed the golden feather without hesitation and allowed the king-level mysterious skills to be integrated into his body bit by bit.
The Nine Secrets of Death Scroll is indeed magical and powerful. The door to the divine treasure that she just opened by force stabilized quickly the moment the technique was integrated into her body, and the lost consciousness was restored to perfection.
It is true that she bears the forbidden seal of the demon clan's young concubine, but when did she say that she was really going to marry Na Milu?
If you hand over this piece of feather and let Milu grow stronger, will you fall into a situation where you are unable to compete and will be slaughtered?
I'm really sorry, Ning Feiyan doesn't have such a strong sense of mission.
As for the old demon king who asked her to find the little sword that sealed his main soul, Ning Feiyan didn't have that spare time. She had gained a lot today, and the same would inevitably arouse the suspicion of the demon king, so why should she?
Provoking her again in such a dire time will arouse her suspicion.
Moreover, the death of the old devil would be more beneficial to her.
Now she already has two masters oppressing her, so why bother to find a bigger and more terrifying master for herself.
What she would rather Feiyan want is the blazing sky, the scorching sun like me, unrestrained, rather than being a dog that can be ordered around forever.
The noise from the outside world became louder and louder.
On the eve of Yihe Shuci breaking through the door, Ning Feiyan transformed into the devil again, opened the door of the cave with magatama, and drew up the perfect devil's aura with the breath of the feather, and walked out with cold eyes.
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On top of the huge rock, a pale girl stood like a ghost with an expressionless face. Her lips were a poisonous blue-gray color, and her whole body was full of death. Her tattered gray robe had not been washed for an unknown period of time, and she looked a little sloppy and messy.
It keeps fluttering in the wind.
She looked at Ning Feiyan quietly, not feeling how disrespectful her behavior just now was, and slowly said: "Your Majesty, the Thirteen Tribes of Qingzhou are in danger, and the Demon King of the Jiaolong Clan marched straight into the Underworld King's City.
Come here, I hope your majesty can decide on a countermeasure."
Ning Feiyan's expression was cold: "With you Shuci in the royal city, the two rivers that bury the heart, and the four rivers Ning Feiyan must be impregnable. For such a trivial matter, you come to disturb my practice. It seems that I am really too indulgent on weekdays."
It’s got you!”
Shu Ci's expression did not change, and he said calmly: "The war is a national matter, how can it be a trivial matter? This time the dragon demon king's cultivation has changed from the past, and there is unrest everywhere. If the barrier of the royal city is really broken, the evil spirit sealed under the royal city will
It is a hundred times more ferocious than the evil spirits in other realms. The capital of the royal city is bound to be in chaos. Shu Ci is bold, and I hope that your majesty can sit down and strengthen my power!"
Ning Feiyan didn't dare to spend time with her here. Shu Ci had a venomous eye. If he stayed with her for a long time, he would definitely be noticed. She responded calmly, pretending to be impatient: "I will handle this matter myself.
River Lord, you can retreat."
"Yes." Shu Ci bowed his head and retreated, skimming into the deep cliff, and his figure quickly disappeared.
Ning Feiyan was about to hide her figure and assume the identity of this demon king.
At this moment, in the abyss below the cave behind her, a strong aura of demonic resentment suddenly rose, and a scarlet bead was silently hidden in the darkness.
All this happened so fast, and the magic power of the hundred thousand resentful demons was hidden in the King's City of Hades at some point.
And the leader of the resentful demon clan exploded in an instant, successfully sending the bead into Ning Feiyan's body.
This was a long-planned assassination.
The Demon Lord's trip to Lanzhou was kept secret, and she announced to the outside world that she would enter the Xuanting Cave to practice.
But who would have thought that foreign demons could actually stay here so early.
Regardless of the cost of genocide, the assassination was completed successfully.
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