The reborn princess of the gods is picturesque

No matter how mad the evil god was in his heart, his strength was now only one tenth of what it was, which made his soul weak. He would never dare to take over Yongye's body again when he was on guard. The limited strength of Mo Xi's body also restricted him a lot. He could not kill Yongye, and Yongye could not do anything to him either. After all, he was a god who once had divinity. Even if he was an evil god, he was still a god. As long as the divinity was still there, even if the soul was broken up, he could reincarnate and practice as a residual soul. This was why the powerful God Emperors in the myriad worlds would fight to the death to snatch the divinity. The divinity was different from infinite lifespan. It was a divine object that could guarantee the immortality of the gods. Only the emperors who possessed the divinity were qualified to be called gods.

Fortunately, God has eyes. When the evil god just broke out of the cage and was extremely weak, he used the purple gold divine thunder to shatter the evil god's divinity. Otherwise, if the evil god was born, all living beings in this world would become blood food, and even the heaven with consciousness would not be able to escape the hands of the gods.

However, it was very difficult for Yongye to deal with the remnant soul of the evil god, which had lost only one tenth of its divine power. The remnant soul had endless means, and its resentment was enhanced by divine power. Yongye's own demonic energy was severely suppressed by the resentment of the evil god. If it weren't for the Blood Demon Knife in his hand, he might have really fallen into the hands of the evil god. As the Demon Lord who dominated the four domains, Yongye had not felt so aggrieved for a long time.

The evil god knew his own situation. The first thing he did after breaking free from the cage and taking over Mo Xi was to use all means to restore his strength. He used resentment to seduce low-level demons and make them kill each other, and then nourished himself with the resentment, unwillingness and hatred generated after their flesh and blood essence and painful death. Seeing that the evil god's strength was rising steadily because of the continuous blessing of resentment, Yongye went from being able to fight the evil god's residual soul on equal terms at the beginning to feeling suppressed later. He had to grit his teeth and gather the power of the entire demon race to drive the evil god into the Demon Abyss, set up an array to block the resentment outside, cut off the evil god's supply, and draw a cage with the Nine Nether Demon Fire as the eye of the array, forcing the evil god into the cage. For this, six of the eight city lords of the Demon Realm of Demon Ancestors died and two were seriously injured. The price was extremely painful, so he had to ask for help from the other three realms.

But after holding out for so long, a look of pain had already appeared on Yongye's face. Although the Nine Nether Devil Fire could restrain and consume the evil god, the resentment absorbed by the demon fire was too strong. He was connected to the Nine Nether Devil Fire's soul, and it was difficult for him not to be affected by the resentment. Relying on the chaotic power of the Blood Demon Knife, he barely dispelled the tyrannical aura brought about by the resentment, but the Blood Demon Knife's master was bloodthirsty by nature, and he could suppress it easily in the past. Now, as the chaotic power on the blade was consumed, the bloody aura of the Blood Demon Knife became more and more intense, and the entire blade turned from pitch black to blood red. Yongye was unable to suppress it at this time. Under the attack from both sides, veins bulged on Yongye's handsome face, which did not look like a real person, and his facial muscles twisted and twitched from time to time. His pair of peach blossom eyes were sometimes bright red like blood, and sometimes pitch black like ink. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead continuously. He looked extremely painful, and it was obvious that he had reached the limit of his endurance.

In the chaos, Yongye's body was sometimes filled with murderous aura, and sometimes filled with resentment. The bloodthirsty desire assaulted Yongye's soul. All kinds of scenes of slaughtering living people were intertwined in Yongye's sea of ​​consciousness, and hearty laughter echoed in Yongye's ears.

"Give up, and you won't be in pain anymore."

“If you give up, you can get the ultimate happiness.”

"Kill all the creatures here and break through the cage that holds you. Then you can ascend to the sky and fight against the gods."

"As long as you obtain the godhood, you will be able to obtain eternal life..."

An extremely gentle and bewitching voice kept echoing in Yongye's ears. The blood vessels in Yongye's body could not bear the pressure and burst. The blood-stained red clothes made the originally dazzling color become dim, but he seemed to feel no pain. His face was only frighteningly pale.

He once had a very long dream. In the dream, the girl he loved was as bright as the sun, but his so-called father led his people to destroy her family. He saw with his own eyes that the bright and lively light in the girl's eyes was stained with pain and hatred. When he saw the light in the girl's eyes extinguished, he felt that his world also collapsed. At that time, he wanted to destroy everything except her, including himself...

Returning from the dream seemed like a lifetime ago. There were also very few things that Yongye cared about in this life. As a demon, he was used to killing and was actually indifferent to life. He didn't care about the life and death of those people. But Yongye knew that there were things in this world that his loved one cherished. He wanted to protect everything she cherished. So even if he was in a sea of ​​blood, even if his soul was experiencing the pain of being tortured to death, he still tried to stay clear-headed. He wanted to wait, wait for her to come...

"Eternal Night, why bother? Even if you are the strongest person in this session, you are only a half-step emperor. Even if you burn your soul to death, how long can you trap me?"

"Hahaha……"

Arrogant and complacent laughter emanated from the mouth of his companion. At this moment, he no longer struggled, but instead sat leisurely in the cage, appreciating the pain of Eternal Night, with the pleasure in his eyes not concealed at all.

He watched the formation that flickered in the air, and the increasing number of demons dying in the formation, as well as the resentment that was blocked outside the formation becoming increasingly dense and vigorous. Thinking of being enveloped by this dense resentment, his companions, who had not enjoyed this for a long time, could not help but tremble all over, as if they had been nourished by the resentment. They could not help but squint their eyes and let out a sigh of satisfaction.

……

When Bai Qinghua and her group of Daoist cultivators finally found this place following the strong resentment, what they saw was a blood cocoon upside down in the Demon Abyss, wrapped in layers of resentment. Before they could be shocked, the Divine Demon Harp that she had been holding in her arms suddenly broke free from its restraints and flew above the blood cocoon, making a series of clanging sounds. The sound waves spread with the sounds and hit the blood cocoon, causing the resentment on it to dissipate like ice and snow melting, but the blood cocoon was too thick, and the Divine Demon Harp could not break it open immediately.

"Master, I sensed the aura of the Blood Demon Knife and the Nine Nether Demon Fire in the blood cocoon. They seem...very bad."

The Divine Demon Harp and the Blood Demon Sword are both ancient divine artifacts born from this world. They have the same origin and are naturally sensitive to each other. They had been forged in the Nine Nether Devil Fire for forty-nine days and were contaminated with the breath of the devil fire. So when the Divine Demon Harp first came here, it sensed something. Seeing that it could not break the resentment for a while, it anxiously conveyed information to Bai Qinghua.

As soon as Shenmoqin finished speaking, Bai Qinghua had no time to respond before they heard a soft "pop" sound, as if something was breaking, and the sound rang clearly in everyone's ears. The entire blood cocoon seemed to have lost its support and collapsed.