Fast Transmigration: Black Moonlight Sharks Are Crazy in Shura Field

Chapter 265 Self-Cultivation of Love Tribulation (70)

In the era of the end of the Dharma, the spiritual energy gradually disappeared, and the gods in the heaven lost the nourishment of the spiritual energy. One by one, their souls were broken, turned into clear energy, and returned to the world.

Yaoguang Shenjun is the only exception.

God Lord Yaoguang is a born divine fetus, a child conceived by the Dao of Heaven. As long as this world exists, he can live for a day. His natural spiritual platform is clear and his Dao heart is pure and firm.

He is as misty as snow on the mountain, desolate and lonely, like a clay molded wooden body, without emotions or desires.

But how can people not have the seven emotions and six desires?

Of course Yaoguang Shenjun also has them, but he hates these emotions extremely.

In the era of the end of the Dharma, the human world, the heavenly court, and the cultivators are panicked and turbulent. These negative emotions have turned into the turbidity of the world and affected the balance of the heaven.

As the only god who can connect with the way of heaven, for the sake of balancing the pure and turbid qi in the world, the god of light has accepted a lot of negative emotions.

Jealousy, greed, rage, lust... all kinds of messy emotions piled up in his heart, making him restless.

Guan Dao is determined and will not be moved by the outside world, and Lord Yaoguang is also very annoyed.

He simply squeezed a clone, and drained all the annoying turbidity into the clone that he threw into the lower realm.

The avatar is connected to the turbid qi, and is naturally beneficial to the physique. It will attract the demons and ghosts of the world, and because of the turbid qi, it has a bad temper, moody and hostile.

Decades later, Lord Yaoguang descended to the earth to go through calamities, and it happened that this clone also started a new reincarnation.

It seems that in the dark, there is a destiny, and the clone will join the royal family of the Yong Kingdom and become the seventh prince. He also fell in love at first sight with the love of the gods and admired him.

Killing his wife to testify that day, Fuyaoguang's realm skyrocketed. He was indeed a saint, and he obtained all the memories of the God of Yaoguang in the heaven. Knowing that Xue Xingchi is a clone of himself.

so what?

These memories are nothing but useless floating dust, swept away by Fuyaoguang like garbage.

Born as a fairy, the thousands of years in the sky were so dull and boring, only the few years when he went down to earth and met Ling Chan, it was like a bite of chili, the spicy taste he had never tasted made him never forget it.

He has already killed his wife to preach, so what?He still couldn't let go of ordering Chan.

He is unwilling to give up Ling Chan.

As for Xue Xingchi... Fu Yaoguang didn't care at all.

What he discarded back then, he never thought of getting it back.

……But.

In the past, the avatar that was thrown away by the gods as garbage has won the position of Fengjun, which the gods couldn't ask for.

How can you be willing.

The desire to win or lose is also useless. Fu Yaoguang never cared about winning or losing, let alone his status, but he absolutely could not accept Ling Chan's half-heartedness, let alone accept that Ling Chan's husband is not him.

Although theoretically speaking, Xue Xingchi is also himself, who is no different from his hands and feet.

Fuyaoguang's arrogance, indifference, arrogance, Fuyaoguang's mistakes, Fuyaoguang's hurt and pain to Ling Chan, Fuyaoguang should pay for it.

Pay it back with your life.

Bleed all over the place.

The once cold and indifferent swordsman turned out to be just a mortal body.

The pungent smell made Chan slightly dazed. How could she have never expected such a development... Fu Yaoguang looked like he wanted to swallow her alive, but ended up wiping his own neck with a sword? ? ?

A hand gently grabbed Ling Chan's arm, leading her to take two steps back.

Xue Xingchi didn't seem to see the tragic scene of the separation of body and head in front of him, and said with a gentle smile, "Chanchan, be careful, don't let blood stain your wedding dress."

The pool of blood on the ground is getting bigger and bigger, and it will soon cover the corners of Ling Chan's skirt. Xue Xingchi frowned in disgust, and simply hugged Ling Chan as if he was holding a child, holding his buttocks in one hand , with one arm around his waist, letting Ling Chan's upper body lie in his arms, "Let's go out first."

He said.

Ling Chan hugged Xue Xingchi's neck, sized him up condescendingly, and suddenly felt that his expression seemed a bit out of place...

Such a calm and slightly smiling appearance...Ling Chan seems to have seen it under a certain moonlit night.

The night wind was gentle and the moon hung high. The man smiled slightly with gentle and quiet eyes.

It was very similar to the expression of Fuyaoguang who had just died.

The system's voice said stiffly: [Chanchan...he's so scary!What exactly is going on!Xue Xingchi's brainwaves and Fuyaoguang's suddenly had the same frequency!Did Xue Xingchi stop helping Yaoguang to seize his home? 】

[Seize the house? 】Ling Chan laughed and said, 【It's really interesting. 】

Ling Chan suddenly stretched out her hand, pinched Xue Xingchi's face hard, and messed up her handsome face, "Don't laugh like that, I don't like it."

She asked willfully.

"Okay." Xue Xingchi agreed straightforwardly. After thinking for a while, the arc of his smile widened, "Is this okay?"

he asked meekly.

"No." Ling Chan said, "This is so fake, I like to see you smiling vigorously, triumphantly, full of brisk youthful appearance."

That was the kind of smile only a frivolous teenager could have.

That's Xue Xingchi smiling.

Xue Xingchi frowned, a look of chaotic struggle appeared in his eyes, and was quickly suppressed. He blinked, raised the corners of his lips, and laughed again, "How about this?"

"Still wrong."

Ling Chan became a little impatient, "Xue Xingchi, did you start to drift away when you became Fengjun? I chose you among so many people, but now you can't even smile?"

She spoke unreasonably and outrageously, but Xue Xingchi was threatened, and he immediately said: "Sorry, Chanchan, I really can't laugh at Fu Yaoguang's appearance just now..."

He sighed, with a heavy look on his face, he couldn't tell at all that this person was still full of spring and bliss just now.

Ling Chan's slender fingers were playing with a strand of his hair, "So it's like this... I thought you hated him very much, Fu Yaoguang just said he was going to kill you."

"But he is the one who died now." Xue Xingchi hugged Ling Chan, walking in the gentle night breeze, his tone was as cool as the night breeze, "I don't hesitate to sympathize with the losers."

Who is the loser in this sentence?This is a question worth discussing.

Ling Chan was full of anger, and asked even more excessively: "But I hate Fu Yaoguang, his sword hurts me so much, every time I see him, I feel very uncomfortable. Why can't you hate him with me?"

He had been gently supporting Ling Chan's waist, but the hand supporting her suddenly tightened, his five fingers sank deeply into Ling Chan's flesh, Ling Chan frowned in pain, and was about to scold, when Xue Xingchi pressed her He blocked his head and took his lips.

The pressed lips were soft and hot, and Xue Xingchi's eyes were as bright as fireworks.

Xue Xingchi traced the shape of Ling Chan's lips, his voice was vague, and the warm air blew on Ling Chan's skin.

He smiled and said, "You're right."

"I also hate Fu Yao Guang."

(End of this chapter)