Paranoia and fall! The world-weary young master amazes the cultivation world

The large-scale extermination of the alien species not only shocked the entire lower spiritual world, but even the Ten Directions Blessed Land caused the most intense quarrels at this time.

They are not gods, they want to find the ladder to heaven and return to the realm of gods.

But they also feared God.

Ning Xiyuan...

Countless people began to pay attention to this seemingly young girl.

No matter how scared you are, you still face the challenge head on.

The Ten Directions Blessed Land was divided into two factions, and Emperor Cang was always the most fanatical radical.

He is not afraid of anything.

But Kongsang was hesitating.

Lord Kongsang looked at the other Lords with a complicated expression.

He contacted the divine world.

In these nearly thousand years, Kongsang is the only one who knows the latest developments in the divine world.

The various forces in the divine world were fighting against each other, and the world was once again in chaos.

New gods are born and old gods fall.

Also...the owner of the Eastern Divine Region has changed.

These things were so complicated and confusing that there was no clue what to do, which caused even more headaches for Shifang Fudi.

Demonic energy, unprecedented demonic energy, was raging in the upper spiritual world, even shaking the entire Ten Directions Blessed Land.

The power of the devil.

Descend into the upper spiritual world.

Di Cang's face was distorted and he almost exploded with anger.

Damn! This damn place!

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The slight movement in the Demon Realm quickly spread throughout the entire Upper Spirit Realm.

The Demon Lord was killed and a new Demon Lord was born.

There is also the inheritance of the demon god.

That evening, purple light poured down as if a leak appeared in the sky.

A strange red light emanated from the clouds, and countless magical beasts were restless, rushing towards that direction.

An atmosphere of oppression enveloped the entire world.

The leaders of the five major sects gathered together. They looked in that direction and knew that the revival of the demon's power could no longer be stopped.

"Fortunately, we are not opponents..."

"...Let's hope, I hope this will be a turning point for us."

Their dispute with the demons will at least end after they have overcome this crisis.

The alien species gradually disappeared, and new dangers had not yet arrived. The upper spiritual world was able to catch its breath and fell into an eerie tranquility.

At this time, Liuyun Sect held a ceremony to celebrate the succession of its leader and invited all parties to watch the ceremony.

This was undoubtedly the only lively thing during this period of time, like a crack that temporarily released a relaxed mood.

The new sect leader - Ning Lingyue.

This news surprised many people.

As they watched Ning Lingyue walk up to the sacrificial altar step by step, the old men below had different expressions.

and many more...

They must have seen it right!

What exactly is going on?

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"Your honor!"

When Yan Qian opened his eyes, Ying Yi's eyes widened in surprise.

Although the enthronement ceremony has not yet taken place, he has already changed his mind.

The power belonging to the Demon Lord that was absorbed into the body was still restless, like an angry lion, tearing around, trying to die with him.

A battle between trapped beasts.

The shadow that had weighed on his head for nineteen years, the person who had required him to treat with caution and servility, has now been torn to pieces by his own hands.

Power and status.

The young boy shivered in the snowy night, roaring to fulfill all the vows he had made.

He did not feel any joy.

He could not forget the girl's back as she turned around.

"Shadow One..."

He spoke, his voice hoarse.

Ying Yi: "The new leader of Liuyun Sect has taken office and sent an invitation."

He knew what Yan Qian'an cared about most.

Yan Qian'an stood up while enduring the pain in his body.

There is still some power left in the Demon Lord, and he should have spent more time digesting it.

But he couldn't wait any longer.

He wanted to see Ning Xiyuan as soon as possible.

When Yan Qian'an and Ying Yi arrived, the ceremony had already ended.

The luncheon was very lively.

The sound of stringed instruments and the graceful dancing of sleeves.

Delicacies and singing and dancing are indispensable.

They greeted each other and looked forward to the future together. It had been a long time since these old guys had gathered together in such a peaceful and lively manner.

The enthusiastic and lively atmosphere came to an abrupt end the moment it appeared before my eyes.

The singing and dancing ended, and everyone turned their eyes to the young man at the door.

She is dressed in white and is as gentle as the rising sun.

The boy has a calmness that doesn't match his age, and the perfect smile on his face makes people feel close to him.

Banquet for Qi'an.

Those who inherit the power of the Demon God will soon become the new Demon Lord.

Even though the boy looked friendly and harmless, everyone knew that this was just the most false appearance.

At the age of nineteen, having climbed to this position, what he must have stepped on was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

"Your Excellency the Demon Lord, I am sorry for not welcoming you..."

Ning Chengshen stood up, and everyone present stood up.

When facing the younger generation, they had to temporarily put on a hypocritical smile.

Yan Qian'an's gaze swept across every face here, including Ning Lingyue.

He looked towards the main seat at the beginning.

Not Ning Xiyuan.

Where is Ning Xiyuan?

Isn’t it today that the leader of Lingyun Sect ascends the throne?

Why isn't Ning Xiyuan here?

Yan Qian'an's heart was pounding, and the uneasiness gradually grew, until the smile on his face finally shattered.

"What about her?"

Yan Qian'an didn't want to greet these people. His voice lost its gentleness and became cold with a hint of urgency.

"she is not here."

Ning Lingyue stood up and spoke.

Everyone was stunned by Yan Qian'an's two abrupt words, but Ning Lingyue understood.

she is not here?

Yan Qi'an frowned.

So she doesn't want Liuyun Sect anymore?

Just like not wanting the Nuwa Stone?

What about him?

Yan Qian'an took a deep breath and felt his vision going dark.

The red rings on their fingers allowed them to feel each other's location at all times. Yan Qian'an left in silence.

His heart was pounding.

Explain or...

If Ning Xiyuan was really angry, he could just stab him twice with the sword.

Ying Yi stayed where he was, facing countless puzzled looks. He could only sigh secretly in his heart, and then seriously represented the Demon Realm to attend the banquet.

On the other side, Yan Qianan went to Zhenhun City.

A familiar yard.

There was a hint of chill in the air, with snowflakes floating in the air.

The upper spiritual world is about to enter winter.

Dead trees, gray grass, and a grim scene are everywhere.

Yan Qianan stepped over the threshold of the courtyard and saw the girl under the eaves at a glance.

Lying on a rattan chair.

The long black hair spread out behind her head, smooth but messy.

The black gauze dress seems to be the same color as the early winter, lifeless.

The girl's skin was very white, and from a distance it was more dazzling than the fluttering snowflakes.

Yan Qian'an slowed down his pace.

He had been brewing countless explanations in his mind, but they all disappeared the moment he saw Ning Xiyuan.

be honest.

He answered whatever she asked, and never told a lie.

"Ningning..." Yan Qian'an's voice was dry. He uttered these two words with difficulty, and his hands hanging at his sides could not help but clenched into fists.

Nervous or something...

His voice was shaking.

The girl opened her eyes without looking at him and said only five words:

"Are you here to kill me?"

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Did you go to school?

Swallow, don't go, I will miss you.