A faint green fluorescence flashed in the depths of the darkness, and the old succubus was chanting like crazy, and the shrill and harsh voice sounded a bit creepy in the gurgling stream.
Ning Feiyan's pupils were filled with the color of night. Her eyes were as cold as ice, like the biting cold wind passing through the river, but there was a sneer on her face, saying: "Why are you so nervous? In this world where jackals, tigers and leopards are rampant.
Here, a son can kill his father, a mother cannibalize her son, and blood cannibalism is not a rare thing. After all, not everyone can be a mother."
She no longer looked at the mutilated child's bones in the pit, and leaned down with a smile on her face.
The old succubus felt as if she was facing a formidable enemy and wanted to retreat in fear.
But countless fine white cocoons were drilled out of the soil behind them, and the cocoons bloomed as butterflies, with fluttering purple wings and bursts of strange fragrance.
The old succubus suddenly did not dare to move at all and froze up.
She looked at the woman in front of her, and stretched out a slender finger charmingly and passionately, lifting her ragged collar with a move that was not romantic and sexy.
Ning Feiyan squinted her eyes, and sure enough, she saw a dark red blurred scab in the center of her chest. She smiled and said, "It turned out to be a blood-dropping curse cast by an immortal."
The old succubus's skinny fingers froze, and his expression became a bit resentful.
Ning Feiyan smoothed her collar slowly, raised her eyes and smiled softly: "Look, even if you are the first among many succubus seniors to conceive the immortal vein, but so what, the other succubus seniors have all achieved Taoism."
, but you are the only one who was cruelly cast a blood-dropping curse by that emperor Chenghuang."
"The Blood Curse is an evil curse cast with the blood of an immortal. Every night, the whole body will rot and fester, the skin and flesh will crack, and you will be in pain.
This curse doesn't seem to be fatal, but it is more vicious than those fatal evil curses. You can't die, your whole body will fester every night, and it will be back to normal again the next day.
It goes round and round, and so on, and eventually no one can bear this endless torture, and finally kills himself."
Ning Feiyan clicked her tongue twice: "Then His Majesty the Emperor has such a vicious mind. He knows that you are pregnant with an immortal heir and is still his child. If he directly kills you, he will definitely be contaminated by evil causes and consequences.
When he goes through the next tribulation and breaks through the realm, he will naturally be afraid of the consequences that will come to him. So he came up with such a vicious method to force you to commit suicide."
The old succubus was trembling as if she were shaking, and her bulging eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
The curve of the corners of Ning Feiyan's lips slowly dropped, and the night covered her eyes: "You couldn't bear this pain, and it was useless to regret it in your heart, so you ate the younger son's soul and solved the pain in your body.
Blood Curse, but I am very curious, you are sealed here, that grave is beyond your reach, and who buried half of her remains in it?"
The old succubus' body was stiff, and his expression was terrifying.
Ning Feiyan smiled: "It seems that there were other people here on the day you crucified your child."
The old succubus did not acknowledge or refute. His expression was twisted and strange, his face suddenly turned pale, and the panic in his eyes almost overflowed from his eyes.
Seeing that she was almost losing her mind, Ning Feiyan sneered and said: "I was actually given a ban on curse words. It doesn't matter. I'm afraid I won't be able to ask you anything. Seeing that you are living without death, why not give it to you?
It feels better."
The old succubus shook her head crazily, her withered blue and black lips squirmed, and her voice was hoarse as she begged: "I don't want to die..."
Ning Feiyan smiled and took out a purple gold vial from her arms and said: "Only those who are useful to me are qualified to not want to die. If you really don't want to die, why don't you answer my question again?"
The old succubus nodded repeatedly: "You ask, you ask!"
Ning Feiyan fixed his eyes and said seriously: "Do you hate the emperor for taking advantage of the trouble?"
The old succubus was startled, with obvious fear of this name in his eyes.
But when he met Ning Feiyan's eyes, which were like the cold moon in a deep well, his spirit could not help but tremble.
She subconsciously touched the vague curse mark in the center of her chest.
Then a mixture of anger and hatred filled her eyes. Her hoarse voice was like a rusty saw, and she uttered one word sharply: "Hate!"
Ning Feiyan showed no emotion or anger, and replied softly: "Then you can rely on this hatred and live well. In the future, I will give you a way to level the mountains and seas and subvert the world."
Kunlun’s chance for revenge.”
The old succubus thought she was talking nonsense, and her voice was obviously filled with disbelief and self-deprecation: "Just me?"
Ning Feiyan smiled confidently and said: "On your own, you are a useless waste, but if it passes through my hands, you may not be able to become a god-killing demon weapon."
She handed the opened purple gold gourd in front of her, facing the eyes of the old succubus.
The old succubus raised his head and looked at the woman's unbelievably delicate face, which was covered in mist.
She had a pair of beautiful eyes that could kill people without seeing blood. She was smiling at her with a bewitching voice: "Don't you want to take a look at the humble appearance of the god who was once served and flattered by you in every possible way, kneeling in front of you and begging for mercy?
?"
The eyes and the voice, warm and touching, can also bring out the dark wildfire in people's hearts. When the wind blows, it will set fire to the sky.
The scene she was talking about was something that the old succubus never dared to imagine in her life.
Even the name of Chenghuang is not something that a humble and despicable succubus like her can hold in her heart and blaspheme silently.
However, Ning Feiyan's words undoubtedly touched the deepest delusions and ambitions in her heart.
Knowing that this woman is an alien species among succubi, a dangerous existence that is more cold-blooded, evil, cunning and cunning than an immortal.
But somehow, the old succubus slowly stretched out his hand and turned it into a ray of clear light, which flowed into the purple gold gourd in Ning Feiyan's hand.
Ning Feiyan was very satisfied. She put away the gourd and shook it slightly. She lowered her eyes and smiled softly: "Look, there is another interesting secret."
The divine source of the immortal level was transformed into the body, even if it was only half a piece, the abundant spiritual water power in it turned into an endless gurgling spring rain that moisturized everything silently.
Ning Feiyan's injuries were gradually healed by this gentle and nourishing power.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The wound in the abdomen that was bleeding quickly scabbed and stopped bleeding. The countless wounds all over the body were like ants crawling and biting, itchy and crispy, and they were obviously using their astonishing power to
Strength repairs those wounds on its own.
She lifted up Hongzhuang's waist belt with one hand, greeted Guidi Tongzi, and said, "Let's go."
As if packing up leftovers, the Ghost Flute boy wrapped up the half-skeletons in the dug earth-bagged grave, straddled his waist, and ran over happily waving the Ghost Flute.
Ning Feiyan raised her eyebrows, looking at the dirty appearance of it covered with grave soil, her eyes couldn't help but feel disgusted: "What are you doing stealing other people's corpses?"
If it's a toothpasting festival, the 'appetizers' chosen would be a bit too heavy.
Ghost Flute didn't pay attention to her, raised his chin very proudly, and jumped into Ning Feiyan's shadow, his breath disappearing without a trace in an instant.
What kind of pet does this stupid cat have? It's so different from his lovable appearance and temperament.
Speaking of that stupid cat…
Ning Feiyan smoothed the wind-blown temple hair on her cheeks, and gently rubbed the scabbed wound on her abdomen with her hands involuntarily. Her eyelashes drooped slightly, and her eyes were deep-eyed.
If...he knew that what was inside was Samaritan, not his child, I really don't know what he would think.
Ning Feiyan didn't want to think too deeply about this matter, so she raised Hongzhuang, stretched out her hand to summon a teng root, carried her body, and sent her up to the huge peach blossom tree.
This towering and huge peach blossom tree grew wildly in the wind. The night wind was as cold as a gust, and the peach blossoms all over the mountains and fields turned red, and there were burning fragrant flowers in the lingering clouds and mist.
There is only one peach tree, but it looks like a majestic peach forest spanning ten miles.
The buds of the peach branches stretched into the endless sea of clouds, and the billowing clouds passed by, majestic and magnificent.
Balian was worried that Yu Jian would leave the tree and lose his space, so he and Yun Rong climbed on foot. The two were determined not to slow down in their physical skills, and soon they climbed up to the middle of the peach tree side by side.
The branches with peach blossoms and green leaves under the feet are intertwined in thickness and are extremely tough. Even if two branches are thick and thin, they will make a creaking sound when they are put on, but they will not break.
Under the cliff, the group of chasing succubi seemed to be vaguely afraid of the scent of the peach tree. As he climbed higher and higher, Balian discovered that the succubi were flying among the treetops.
Come less and less.
And their appearance became more and more strange. The succubi they met under the cliff were more or less humanoid.
As they climbed higher into the woods, these succubi had three arms and five legs, animal eyes and sharp teeth, and their deformed appearance became less and less obvious.
And they will not attack easily. They will circle and fly around the branches for a while, then they will fold their wings, like a glowing green bat, hanging upside down on the branches and begin to sleep.
The surrounding mist gathered around them and condensed into a layer of solid liquid like amber ooze on their bodies.
Sure enough, the demon emperor of one side died, and disasters spread across the sky. A land with far-reaching and beautiful mountains and high mountains was transformed by evil into this ghost-like appearance.
"Be careful. The succubus in these trees are much stronger than those at the bottom of the cliff. Try not to disturb them."
Yun Rong raised his eyes to look at the sky. As he got further and further away, he came up high. When he raised his head, the sky seemed to be very close. The waning moon also gradually became a full circle. There was a trace of ruins in the water-like moonlight.
contour.
A giant door in the ruins was ajar and opened at a corner. A large silver sword was stuck in front of the door, leaning against the corner of the door, blocking the opening of the gate.
Holding the silver sword was a skeleton warrior wearing armor, with a spine as straight as a sword and a bright red flag.
Yun Rong knew that he was the gatekeeper of the demon world.
Balian nodded, his expression serious and solemn.
Succubi are born with spiritual bodies, and they love to use their spirits to nourish poison for self-protection or for the purpose of replenishing and cultivating their souls.
After the death of the Demon Emperor, the bodies of these succubi and the spiritual poison in their bodies were affected by the disaster energy and began to mutate and become violent, thus becoming like this.
Without thinking, I know that this thing may not be particularly powerful.
But the scary thing is that they are immortal, and there may be poison hidden everywhere in their bodies. If they are scratched or bitten, the consequences will be disastrous.
Yun Rong followed Balian's steps, not far or near. Suddenly, she heard Balian ask unconsciously: "Miss Yun Rong, you don't seem to like to use the snow-washing sword directly, most of the time.
You can defeat more enemies with your sword."
Yun Rong felt a chill in her heart and subconsciously put her right hand into her sleeve.
It's not that she can't use the left-handed sword normally, it's just that her right hand is disabled. A'rao knows that. If she tries too hard to use it too much, she will notice it, but she can't hold it with her left hand in front of Bai Lian and A'rao.
The sword defeats the enemy.
In this way, he simply uses his spiritual power to control the sword, without using both hands.
Who would have thought that Bailian's mind could be so sharp? Yun Rong did not explain it, but just responded calmly: "Since I have overcome the tribulation and become an immortal, the power of wielding a sword is always more powerful than slashing with a sword."
Come strong."
"Actually, I don't understand something?" Bailian turned his face sideways, looked at her, and asked: "Miss Yunrong's cultivation level seems to be on par with the Demon Lord, and it is far different from what the rumors in the world say.
The Thirteen Swords of Tianxi are weaker than the Six Rivers of the Demon Realm. Could it be that Miss Yunrong hid your strength when you were inside the Bronze Gate?"
Yun Rong's fingertips hidden in her sleeves were a little cold. She looked at Balian with a sincere and serious look and said: "This is related to the secret of my life experience. The world thinks that the Thirteen Swordsmen of the Tianxi are all human monks, but in fact
Otherwise, even today's inner disciples of the Tianxi Sword Sect have many descendants of immortals. Among the Thirteen Swordsmen, in addition to mortals who have overcome tribulations and become immortals, there are also those who originally had the blood of immortals, and there are also those who have exhausted their yang life.
Spiritual beings also have earthly immortals who took refuge in their service halfway."
"And I... was actually born with the body of an immortal. The sect master took me to the White Camel Mountain to raise me. When I was young, my weak and immature body could not bear the rich spiritual power in my body, so the sect master formed a seal.
My bloodline has been sealed, and I look like a mortal.
But if this seal is unlocked, you can greatly improve your cultivation level through secret methods in a short period of time, but it is only the light of the bright moon for a moment, and this power will not last for a long time. In the end, you have to rely on your own down-to-earth practice and hard work."
Balian was moved for a moment when he heard this, and his mouth opened slightly. He didn't expect that Yunrong, the sword-minded swordsman with such a beautiful scenery, had such a rough life experience.
Immortal body...
It can be deduced that only a powerful person with a higher level of golden immortality can give birth to a person who is born with an immortal body.
Yun Rong suddenly paused and looked at him with half-smiling eyes. He kept advancing before retreating, and said very frankly: "If you doubt my identity, you can ask me directly. I will answer you, so you don't have to use it."
This kind of insinuating method is used to find out."
Balian looked a little embarrassed when his thoughts were exposed. He touched his nose and said, "Made Miss Yunrong laugh."
Seeing his embarrassed look, Yun Rong couldn't help but laugh in her heart, secretly thinking that she was still a child after all. If it had been back then, her husband would not have been so easy to fool.
After having his doubts clarified in his mind, Bai Lian stopped thinking about it and continued to climb up with Yun Rong.
At this moment, in the deep twilight of the dark night, there was a faint thin line reflecting a silvery white light.
The light was extremely thin, and even though he was as sharp as Balian, he didn't even notice it for a moment.
As soon as he stepped off his boots, he landed on a pliable branch.
Who would have thought that the branches seemed to have been suddenly cut off by sharp and thin roots, and they were broken...
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