Unbelievable beauty: The female demon lord brought the three realms to tears

"puff."

The round little face lost its former luster, and the two big, round eyes were sunken deeply.

An Ning opened her eyes and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The blood dripped on the soil, immediately moistening the soil and turning it into a dark color.

"Kill me too."

As the aura of tranquility fluctuated, the six clouds of gas immediately became chaotic, causing her insides to explode.

What An Ning didn't expect was that the most active thing among these turbid breaths was the Buddha's breath.

The Buddha energy will get close to the spirit energy, ignore the demon energy and step on it, and will die together when it encounters the corpse energy and ghost energy. Therefore, An Ning sorted out the six groups of spirits for a long time. The breath started to flow again.

An Ning didn't dare to give up. She had a hunch that if these six groups of spiritual energy could not be collected, she might never be able to leave here again.

When An Ning was at a loss, the soil on the ground cracked, and a skeletal hand stretched out from the wet ground.

An Ning frowned, what the hell is this?

The bone-white palm holds a golden object, which is very delicate and small, with countless Buddhist inscriptions painted on it.

The more she looked at it, the more familiar it seemed. A picture flashed through An Ning's mind. She had seen this thing in her previous life. It seemed to be the alms bowl of Luotian Buddha.

Luo Tianyuan was far away in the west, one of the Six Paths, and was separated from the demon world by an unknown distance. How could it break out of the ground and appear in front of her?

An Ning looked at the mysterious alms bowl carefully.

Quiet, nothing appeared from the cracks in the rocks, and there was no other sound.

Even if you cover your eyes, you can feel its presence.

In An Ning's eyes, this alms bowl is like a warm sun with golden light that is extremely dazzling.

Who are the bones holding up this alms bowl? An Ning didn't dare touch the alms bowl, and kept thinking about how to deal with it.

As the last trace of blood on the alms bowl was absorbed, the entire alms bowl was filled with Buddha energy and golden energy shone.

It was as if it had awakened from the torrent of time of millions of years and resurfaced, glowing with a unique vitality.

This blood couldn't be the mouthful of blood she just spit out, right?

Wouldn't this be acknowledging the master?

An Ning was ecstatic in her heart. She remembered that her father had said that all animistic treasures in the world would automatically recognize their owners. If such a thing existed, it would be at least the level of a holy treasure.

In the end, An Ning's eyes wandered away from the golden color, and now the alms bowl gave her a very close feeling.

An Ning followed her inner thoughts and directly picked up the small alms bowl.

The bone-white palm under the alms bowl disappeared like smoke.

It is different from the thirty-one Buddhist revelations that suppressed her in her previous life.

When An Ning touched this alms bowl, it felt gentle and comfortable.

A pure Buddha energy nourished her dry golden origin, and gradually a ball of golden Buddha power solidified in her inner organs.

"Great," she really didn't deserve to die.

Now in the peaceful inner palace, only corpse aura and ghost aura are still erratic, while the other four colors have strong bodies.

The turbid breath that was sucked into the body, among which the golden Buddha's breath floated the most void.

The newly peaceful consciousness was chasing behind her, and it was extremely difficult to capture it. Now those Buddhist auras were like a calm lake, allowing her to take whatever she wanted.

With the addition of Buddha's energy, the corpse's energy and ghost's energy were separated very neatly, and they gradually took on a solid form.

Time passed slowly.

In the inner palace, the extremely pure colors of the six groups became brighter and brighter, and the black origin seeds became darker and darker.

An Ning didn't dare to stop, and the six groups of spiritual energy in her body kept spinning.

"Gollum."

But An Ning had not eaten for a whole day and night, and her stomach was protesting, so she had no choice but to stop practicing.

If she continues to practice like this, she will probably starve to death.

An Ning wanted to find something to eat, but when she moved, she screamed: "Ah fat...it hurts so much. I can't move this half of my body. Isn't it going to be a waste?"

She, the crown prince, is indeed a little depressed.

Wang Zi, who had been pretending to be dead in An Ning's belly, couldn't bear the hunger anymore. After a day and a night, he opened his soft mouthparts and carefully sucked in a drop of blood.

Seeing no reaction, he silently sucked in another drop of blood.

Caterpillars' mouths are perfect for munching on plant leaves, their long mouths allowing them to grab the leaves, tear them off with their jaws and chew them.

Therefore, there are many teeth inside their mouths. This caterpillar can get through if it only drinks some blood. But the sweet and delicious blood stimulated its animalistic nature, and it directly took a bite of flesh and blood.

An Ning clutched her stomach in pain, her face as dark as a pot sticker.

The King Butterfly eggs were actually gnawing at her flesh and blood.

I originally wanted to wait until I got out before dealing with this little bug, but it seemed like there were some things that I couldn't stop.

An Ning directly mobilized a ray of corpse energy to imprison Maomao, and forced it out from the wound on her stomach. Just as he was about to trample it to death, the caterpillar spoke.

"Woman, do you want to go out? I'll take you flying?"

An Ning raised her eyebrows: "With a small body like yours? I'll send you flying first."

"Oh, woman, don't be ignorant. I am the Demon-Faced Butterfly King. Once I break out of my cocoon and become a butterfly, why am I afraid that I won't be able to fly out?"

"Then how long does it take for you to emerge from your cocoon and become a butterfly?"

When the caterpillar heard this, he realized that this was something he could talk about.

He immediately arched his body and took two steps back: "It will take about ten years."

Ha, An Ning twitched the corners of his lips, not surprised at the answer: "Then you'd better die."

Before Bai Lu walked into the Demonic Thorn Forest, Pei Pei appeared in front of Bai Lu with two children under his arms.

"Dean Pei, where did you find these two?" Bai Lu stepped forward and took Ye Wenyi. He fainted because all the spiritual energy in his body was exhausted.

A large lump of flesh bulged in the abdomen.

Her messy blue hair rested on her fair and tender face, making her look a little pitiful.

The wounds on Helanjin's arms were very scary, and his skin became colorful. This was because he had been poisoned by the poisonous powder of the Demon Faced Butterfly.

"Where's An Ning?" Bai Lu's voice was a little hoarse, as if she wanted to say something, but couldn't find the strength.

"Rebirth of peace, falling off the endless cliff." Pei Ni's thin lips were tightly closed, like a tight string,

He raised his eyes and scanned the crowd, his eyes as cold as ice, like sharp swords. Looking at the expressions on the faces of the masters, he realized that there were actually people from the demon world hiding in his academy.

OK,

It’s really good!

"Endless Cliff, that is the innermost part of the Demonic Thorn Forest, how could she go there!" Bai Lu's watery pupils shrank, as if she couldn't believe that An Ning was dead.

"All go back to Netherworld Academy."

Pei Pei did not answer Bai Lu's words, but announced that the day was over, and disappeared first with Helan Jin, who was seriously injured.

Bai Lu watched the sun set its last ray of light, and the entire Thorn Demonic Forest fell into darkness.

He followed Ye Wenyi in his arms.

How could it be Endless Cliff!