Feng Feiyun woke up from his hazy state, his sleepy eyes were hazy, and the scene in front of him slowly became clear. He could smell the fragrance of the woman's body on the tip of his nose, and there was a bit of warmth between his fingers, which were placed in the woman's jade belt.
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He's not dead! This was the first thought that came to Feng Feiyun's mind, and he suddenly sat up.
The dim light fell on Feng Feiyun's strong and handsome chest. There were well-proportioned muscles on his arms, waist, abdomen, and chest. They were extremely streamlined and did not appear too thick.
A feeling of solid body.
There was a faint fragrance coming to the tip of the nose, which was emanating from the woman on the ground.
The blue gauze skirt on her body was torn to pieces, and the purple-blond hair band on her head was also torn off. Her thick and black long hair fell on her delicate body, covering half of her slender neck and breasts.
The pair of jade peaks in front are also faintly visible in the hair, as well as the two cherry red spots on the top of the peak.
The white underwear on her jade waist was also torn off and hung on her left calf.
There were patches of red between a pair of jade-white thighs, and the legs were still twitching. It seemed that the tearing pain had not gone away.
Wan Xiangcen's snow lotus-like arms gently supported her body, and her big watery eyes met Feng Feiyun's. When their eyes met, Wan Xiangcen was like a frightened quail, and she quickly lowered her head.
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She felt that she was a little afraid of Feng Feiyun, and she felt scared when she saw his eyes.
There was a bruised slap mark on her fair face, and there was still a trace of blood on her mouth. She looked like a little daughter-in-law who had just been beaten.
Feng Feiyun rubbed his forehead, God! What kind of cruel thing did he do to her to make even an evil highness so afraid of him?
Feng Feiyun's thoughts began to return. First, the rotten blood of the King of Hell broke out in his body, and he drank a bottle of "Turtle Chanxiang". Then, the demon's blood deep in his veins was stimulated, and then his reason was disturbed.
The madness of the demon blood was suppressed, and Wan Xiangcen was beaten violently and raped.
hiss!
Feng Feiyun quickly looked at his chest. The mark of the King of Hell had not disappeared. The rotten blood of the King of Hell was still in his body, and the demon's blood in his veins resurfaced and flowed through his body. Of course, he was only awake.
Just a trace of demon blood.
This trace of demon blood can no longer be suppressed like before, and it is subtly affecting Feng Feiyun's judgment, especially the need for women, which has become stronger, and desire is always attacking Feng Feiyun's rational defense line.
When Feng Feiyun saw Wan Xiangcen sitting in the corner, he felt an urge to pounce on him. This feeling was so strong, it was like a hungry person's need for food;
A thirsty person in the desert needs water; a dying person needs life.
This is an evil throbbing.
Feng Feiyun knew that this was not a good thing. If he did not suppress this desire, sooner or later he would get lost in desire and become a lust demon who only knew how to pursue women.
This must be affected by the demon blood in the other half of the body.
The demon clan is different from the orc clan. Although the demon clan and the orc clan have the same origin, the demon clan can incarnate into human form. Some of the demon clan are naturally promiscuous, such as the demon dragon clan, the demon fox clan, the demon snake clan...
…There are also the Wutong Five Saints among the demon clan, who are naturally fond of prostitution. Every other year of reincarnation, some demon clans even hold meat and lewd sacrifices.
Demons and humans are naturally different. For example, the older a demon is, the more powerful it is. But humans evolve and become more and more powerful.
This also makes the "demon nature" more primitive than the "human nature", and is more keen on lust, food, violence, and madness.
For those special monsters, having sex is a very normal thing. It has been like this since ancient times, but for humans, this is not a normal thing.
If Feng Feiyun completely awakens this lustful demon blood, then the demon's thinking and the human's thinking will definitely attack each other, and eventually both will perish. Feng Feiyun, who has lost his mind, is likely to turn into a human being.
A demon with a human body.
And with every improvement in Feng Feiyun's cultivation, the power of the demon blood in his body becomes stronger and stronger. If it cannot be suppressed by Jiu Jiugua robe, one day the demon blood will fully awaken.
The consequences will be unimaginable.
"No...please, don't..."
When Wan Xiangcen saw Feng Feiyun walking towards her, she quickly shrunk her jade-white body and tried to use her arms to prop up her body, but a numbing force came from Liu's waist, and she was unable to do so again.
fell to the ground.
She felt so weak that she didn't even have the strength to stand up.
Feng Feiyun stopped, squatted down, sniffed her cheek, and said with an intoxicating smile: "Haha! It smells so good."
Wan Xiangcen buried her head tightly, and when she saw Feng Feiyun's smile, she couldn't help but tremble.
Feng Feiyun took out a white robe from the World Spirit Stone and threw it to her, then turned around and walked out of the thatched cottage. He felt particularly comfortable in his heart. Although the rotten blood of the King of Hell in his body had not yet been resolved, it was no longer there.
As uncomfortable as before.
Above the head is the blood-red Huandao tree. The trunk is more than a hundred meters high. The broken evil corpse of the King of Hell hangs in the middle. There is only a spine and a right leg. The other parts are unknown.
People have snatched it away, but it has still rotted away in the long river of time.
Anyone who sees this mutilated corpse will feel palpitations and inexplicable fear, just like a mortal seeing the corpse of a god.
"Whoosh!"
A gust of dark wind blew, and the blood-red spine of the corpse of the King of Hell, which was originally hanging on the Transformation Tree, fell down, giving Feng Feiyun the feeling as if a mountain range had fallen from the sky.
Feng Feiyun's body collapsed, fearing that even a trace of something of this level would make him die without even a trace left.
However, Feng Feiyun found that his body could not move at all.
"boom!"
This backbone of the King of Hell fell directly on Feng Feiyun's back, as if a huge mountain suddenly pressed on his back.
Feng Feiyun used all his strength to hold this spine on his back without being crushed by it.
Feng Feiyun's legs were trembling, and the huge force on his back and the cold breath were about to crush him to death and freeze him to death.
At this moment, the dark ascension platform in Feng Feiyun's dantian had a little bit of blood flowing from the lines on it, and with a strange force, it actually pulled the Yama's spine on his back.
"Giggle!"
The backbone of the King of Hell squeezed into Feng Feiyun's body, squeezing out a bloody streak on his back, directly squeezing into Feng Feiyun's flesh and blood, sinking under the skin.
The backbone of the King of Hell actually merged into the backbone of Feng Feiyun.
A majestic and terrifying evil energy emitted from his spine and went straight into Feng Feiyun's mind. Feng Feiyun quickly used Phoenix's soul to suppress the evil energy and gathered it back into his spine.
Desire is the origin of human nature, and even forty consciousnesses and phoenix souls cannot suppress it.
However, evil spirits can be suppressed. With the power of Feng Feiyun Phoenix's soul, there are very few evil spirits that cannot be suppressed.
Feng Feiyun regained his ability to move again, and was surprised to find that the rotten blood of the King of Hell in his body actually flowed into the backbone of the King of Hell, just like hundreds of rivers embracing the sea, returning to their origins.
The life and death crisis was lifted just like that!
Although the backbone of the King of Hell merged into the body, which may not be a good thing, at least it absorbed the rotten blood of the King of Hell in the body, making Feng Feiyun couldn't help laughing happily.
"Haha! Although during this period of time, the rotten blood of the King of Hell cost me more than two hundred years of life, a monk with the first level of destiny has a life span of five hundred years. Every time I break through a small realm, my life span will be increased by fifty years.
"I can definitely regain the lost life span through cultivation." Feng Feiyun was full of confidence in himself.
"Congratulations, congratulations, Feng Feiyun, I really saw you right." The first generation head of the Feng family appeared beside Feng Feiyun at some point.
Feng Feiyun raised his eyebrows and turned his head suddenly.
He is still the same old man, but his aura is completely different. He is majestic, domineering, and ferocious. He possesses a terrifying evil power, like an old demon.
The white hair on his head turned into jet black, flowing with the air of death, and was more than ten meters long, floating in the air, like sharp swords.
Feng Feiyun swallowed slightly and discovered that the hair on the head of the first generation head of the Feng family was exactly the same as the hair he found in those coffins, and the aura was exactly the same.
A terrible thought came to Feng Feiyun's mind. Could it be that the corpses of the Feng family's ancestors were all eaten by him?
Thinking of this, Feng Feiyun's scalp went numb.
"Who are you?" Feng Feiyun offered the Thunder Fire Bead, floating it in the palm of his hand, ready to take action at any time.
"Huh, little guy, put your spiritual weapon away! It's not easy for the Feng family to produce a talented person like you. I don't want you to die in my hands." The old man said in a sinister manner, with black eyes flowing.
Evil lines, breathing the breath of death in his mouth.
Feng Feiyun stared at him straightly, with no intention of putting the Thunder Fire Orb away.
Wan Xiangcen put on a white robe and wrapped it around her delicate and fragrant body. She moved with difficulty, supported her weak body, and walked to the door of the thatched cottage, secretly staring at the two people outside.
The old man glanced at her slightly, then showed an evil smile at the corner of his mouth, waved his sleeves, and rolled up a vast cloud of death, "Let's go! Let's go back to Feng's house together."
The old man stepped on the cloud of death, wrapped Feng Feiyun and Wan Xiangcen, and flew away into the sky.