Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

The shape of the eyes of the person on the bed is extremely beautiful, long and narrow, and the thick eyelashes spread their wings and take off.The pitch-black pupils are like polished and rounded obsidian, and whenever he looks at him in his dreams, it is like a clear spring.

There is tenderness hidden in the eyes.

Teach people to be attached.

——But it is by no means the same as it is now. It is golden and dazzling, revealing a noble and awe-inspiring meaning, which makes people instinctively want to retreat and dare not offend.

Chen Weiyuan supported the edge of the bed with one hand, barely stopping his movements.

But he had just gotten too close.

Caught off guard, not only the eyes were stung by the golden color, but also a terrible sense of oppression came from the depths of the blood.

The man looked at him with indifferent golden eyes.

Chen Weiyuan suddenly felt a strange feeling.

This man looked at him as if a divine phoenix soaring in the sky was looking at the ants on the ground.

The other party spoke only one word.

"roll."

The voice was hoarse and light, revealing the weakness after a serious injury.

Chen Weiyuan's heart was beating in horror, and a shudder came down his spine.

He took a step back almost in embarrassment, and after realizing it in an instant, a trace of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

How can this be.

He actually felt the suppression of his blood in the other party.

The ancient bloodline, only the same ancient bloodline can suppress it.

He is already the purest and most outstanding successor of the Chen Clan's blood power for hundreds of years, even if Ye Xuanguang can't completely suppress him, what can Ye Yunlan do.

He looked at Ye Yunlan's golden eyes.

...It is very similar to the symbol of returning to the ancestors of the Ye family blood.

Moreover, Ye Yunlan's surname is also Ye, and thinking about Ye Xuanguang's special attitude towards Ye Yunlan, a guess faintly formed in his mind.

But he still finds it incredible.

——The Ye family has been passed down for thousands of years, and there is only one Ye Xuanguang whose blood is pure enough to return to his ancestors.If there is another such pure blood, how can he be allowed to wander outside?

The person on the bed had slowly straightened up, his long black hair was hanging down his snow-white coat and thin shoulders.

Outside the window of the flying boat is the sun sea of ​​clouds, but the man's long and narrow golden pupils are hotter than the sun, and the vermilion mole at the end of his eyes is like a little firelight on his pale face.

Unlike usual pale and weak, Ye Yunlan's body at this moment has a thick and oppressive magnificence, as well as an indescribable awe-inspiring dignity.

A trace of astonishment flashed across Chen Weiyuan's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure, forcing blood from his fingertips, and quickly moved in the void.

——He wanted to know whether Ye Yunlan was from the Ye clan. "By Er, dare to spy on my fate?"

The man's hoarse voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

The blood line peeping at fate in his hand suddenly broke.

Suffering backlash from the spell, Chen Weiyuan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, he looked up in surprise, and saw the person on the bed looking at him expressionlessly.

That pale and slender hand was raised towards him, it clearly looked so soft, but it seemed to have the mighty power to shake the world.

Chen Weiyuan's cultivation has already stepped into the Transition Tribulation, and he is only half a step away from being transformed into an ordinary person, but at this moment, he has the illusion that he will be crushed to death by the opponent.

There was a muffled thunder outside the window.

The person on the bed bowed his head and coughed violently.

Blood ran through his fingers, staining his snow-white sleeves red.

The golden light in his eyes was slowly fading, as was the thick blood power aura on his body, and finally he only raised the end of his eyes and gave him an emotionless glance.

The muffled thunder subsided.

The person on the bed closed his eyes again.

The oppressive feeling in the room gradually disappeared, Chen Weiyuan let out a breath slowly, his face was cloudy and uncertain.

He walked over slowly, looked at the person on the bed, and wanted to get closer to test him, thinking about the warning eyes of the other party just now, but he didn't move after all.

In his mind, he was thinking about all kinds of things just now, what caused the change just now.

He thought of a possibility.

It was the essence of the holy wood that Ye Xuanguang had given this person just now.

As an ancient family, he knows many ancient secrets.

Back then, when the demon lord Shenhuang wanted to lead the whole clan to ascend, blood was spilled on the sycamore tree he once inhabited. Now that sycamore tree is kept in the ancestral land of the Ye clan and is the sacred tree of the Ye clan.

The Essence of the Sacred Wood is a holy product for healing. It contains the blood of the Divine Phoenix. Ordinary people can bring the dead back to life after taking it.

That's why Ye Yunlan temporarily returned to his ancestors, giving him such oppression.

This is the most reasonable explanation Chen Weiyuan came up with.

But the premise of everything is that Ye Yunlan himself is a member of the Ye clan, and his blood has the potential to return to his ancestors.

This potential is extremely rare.

Has the potential to return to the ancestors, as long as enough blood power can be infused, it is possible to truly return to the ancestors.

And if he returns to his ancestors, Ye Yunlan returns to the Ye Clan, and can even compete with Ye Xuanguang for the succession.

Chen Weiyuan remembered the prophecy about the birth of the Phoenix in the Ye Clan's Heavenly Book.

Ye Xuanguang is a man of destiny recognized by the entire Ye clan.

But Ye Yunlan...is it also possible?

"Yunlan..." He stared at the face of the person on the bed, and murmured, "You really gave me a big surprise."

He has been thinking about it ever since two completely different fortune-telling results for the future Taoist couple came out.

Xu Qingyue is beautiful and innocent, without any scheming, and she admires him very much. She also has the support of the head of the Xu family. She was originally an excellent candidate for the mother of the Chen family, but Ye Yunlan is just a mortal who has lost her cultivation, even though she has a high level of swordsmanship.

According to his actions, there is no need to think about how to choose.

But he still hesitated.

Maybe it's because of the entangled dreams these days, the nostalgia and unwillingness in the dreams, maybe it's because he met this person's eyes in the tea house in the small town, and he was amazed by the other person's face at first sight, or maybe it was the other person in front of Yueying Wall. The attitude of ignoring him rarely aroused his interest.

Chen Weiyuan always scoffed at the word love at first sight.

But at this moment, he had to admit that he was indeed tempted by Ye Yunlan.

And, if his guess is true.

He might be able to have a phoenix as his wife.

He remembered the scene in his dream.

The man was dressed in black clothes, leaning on his arms like a baby bird, with all the sharp thorns removed, soft and beautiful.

The black pupils looking at him were cold and gentle, which made him nostalgic.

But if the pupils can turn into a brilliant golden color, lose the dignity and majesty, and call him "husband" with a hoarse voice.

...maybe it is also a very wonderful thing.

—— On the east side of Tianchi Lake, a crack in the ground opened, exposing a deep pit.

In the deep pit, a raging flame was burning, and there was a crimson light that shot straight into the sky.

"Such a big movement, there must be a strange treasure born here!"

"The vision of the birth of this treasure is so magnificent, could it be the top-grade spiritual treasure?!"

"It's not just the best, Tianchi Mountain has tens of thousands of years, and the treasure that can be buried in the mountain for thousands of years without losing its spirituality may be a legendary fairy weapon."

At this moment, the area around the deep pit was already surrounded by monks.

Many are whispering and discussing.

The Mozong disciple who was in charge of maintaining the order of this Dao Discussion Conference was very busy, "Daoist friends, you can't go in." A Mozong disciple blocked several people who wanted to break into the deep pit.

"Why?" Someone asked, "Treasures are meant for those who are destined to get them. Are you disciples of the Mo Sect taking advantage of this to monopolize the treasures?"

The surrounding audience also expressed their dissatisfaction.

"I think that's what Mo Zong came up with. Such treasures are probably rare among the six Taoist sects."

"Professing that the immortal sect is righteous, I didn't expect there to be treacherous people in it."

"Yeah yeah……"

"That's not the case." The Mo Sect disciple wiped the sweat from his head, "It's really too dangerous inside, monks can easily perish if they enter. The reason why we want to prevent everyone from entering is to protect everyone's safety! "

The person walking in front sneered, "In the world of practice, if you want to get a treasure opportunity, which one does not require hard work? Which one will be completely safe?"

"Little girl, if you are afraid of danger, go home and nurse for a few more years."

Mo Zong's disciple who stepped forward to dissuade him turned slightly red-eyed.

"Ayao, forget it." A young Mozong boy next to him tugged on his senior sister's Taoist robe.

But the female disciple of Mo Zong said stubbornly: "I didn't lie to you! It's really dangerous inside!"

"Stop talking nonsense, get out of the way!" The monk in front directly pushed the Mozong disciple.

Mo Zong's female disciple staggered a few steps and fell to the ground.

The monks looked at the crimson spirit treasure light in the center of the deep pit, their eyes were full of greed, they drove the protective spirit treasure, and flew into the deep pit.

Crimson flames covered the figures of the few of them.

The Mo Zong female disciple sighed and closed her eyes.

A few shrill screams suddenly came from the deep pit, and the monks who entered escaped, but their faces and bodies, as well as the magic weapons at hand, were all burning.

"Who will save us!"

"This fire is burning... the fire is burning our souls!"

However, before these people could completely escape from the deep pit, they had already turned into black ashes, floating in the void.

The crowd fell silent.

Mo Zong's young man leaned forward and held his senior sister's hand, cursed in a low voice: "A bunch of idiots who don't listen to advice."

But I saw someone walking past him.

From his angle, he could only see the hem of the opponent's black clothes.

"Hey! Wait a minute, didn't you see what happened to those people just now?" Mo Zong's young man hurriedly called to stop him, trying to chase him to stop him.The senior sister suddenly grabbed his hand.

The boy turned his head and saw his senior sister shaking her head at him.

The man in black clothes stopped in his tracks.

The voice was low and not loud, but it spread for miles around.

"This place is temporarily taken over by the Yaori royal family. It has nothing to do with anyone else. Leave quickly."

Mo Zongshao opened his eyes wide.

As Mo Zong, one of the six sects of Taoism, they are well aware of the danger of the huge pit.He didn't dare to declare in front of the monks who came from all over the world that he would take over the place where the treasure was born. Why should this person?

"Why?"

Someone asked this question for him, "Everyone has a chance to get a treasure when it is born, even the Yaori royal family has no reason to monopolize it!"

"Why do you say..."

The man in black repeated it lightly.

He stood on the edge of the huge pit, turned his back to the crowd, and glanced at the place where those people were reduced to ashes just now.

Then he raised his hand and made a gesture.

Suddenly there was a strong wind.

In the distance a fire burns half the sky.

Looking closely, it turned out that countless Yanlin beasts came across the sky and surrounded the place.

Every Yan Lin beast has considerable strength in the stage of transforming gods.

The Yanlin Beast King is equivalent to crossing the catastrophe.

But now in the sky, the number of Yan Lin beasts is hundreds or even thousands.

The robe of the man in black fluttered in the wind.

He turned around.

A pair of golden eyes are more burning than the sun shining in the sky.

"Based on this thing, it has a connection with my Yaori royal family," the man in Xuanyi stood with his hands behind his back, and said calmly, "Being alone as the prince of Yaori, there is no reason why what Gu wants should be taken by other people."

——When Ye Yunlan was awake, he only felt a splitting headache.

The scorched land and huge city in the dream gave him an extremely unreal illusion, but the desolation and sadness he felt was so real.

Ye Yunlan couldn't tell the difference between reality and dream.

It took a long time before I came back to my senses.

There is pain after burning in the meridians, and there is also a dull pain in the chest.But the screaming sound of the fire phoenix in the body has stopped.

The sudden injury just now seemed to have stabilized slightly.

He stood up, frowned slightly, and looked around.

The entrance is a strange room.

Incense was burning in the room, and every inch of the decoration was extremely gorgeous, with dark gold flying phoenix embroidered on the quilt.

Turning your head, you can see the sea of ​​clouds and the sun outside the window.

... How could he be on someone else's flying boat.

Suddenly there was a creak, the door was pushed open, and someone walked in.

"Junior brother is awake?"

He Lanze walked quickly to the bed, his face full of worry.

Ye Yunlan: "I...what happened before."

He Lanze said: "Earlier, due to the sudden change in the Tianchi Mountain's veins, the injury on the younger brother's body was triggered, and it happened that Prince Yaori helped him to stabilize the injury. I have managed to contact the suzerain and come here to heal your injury."

He Lanze didn't see it, but when "Prince Yaori" was mentioned, Ye Yunlan frowned deeply.

He Lanze held the elixir that had just been brewed in his hand, which contained countless precious spiritual materials and gave off a bitter medicinal smell.

He picked up the spoon and blew lightly, and said: "It's just that before the arrival of the suzerain, the younger brother must drink the medicine well. Your meridians are now protected by the medicinal properties of the elixir." Suddenly, a voice came from the corner of the room. Gentle voice.

"The elixir is bitter after all, Yun Lan, why don't you try my Hundred Flowers Condensation Pill. This elixir is made from the nectar of hundreds of spiritual flowers, it is very easy to drink, and it will also help your injury."

Someone came out of the shadows.

Chen Weiyuan walked to Ye Yunlan's bedside, with just the right amount of tenderness and concern on his handsome face.

A slender hand stretched out, and in the palm lay a elixir that exudes a sweet fragrance.

He Lanze was taken aback: "Chen Weiyuan? Didn't you just leave?"

"After I left, I was concerned about Yunlan's situation, so I turned back." Chen Weiyuan glanced at He Lanze with a half-smile, "Isn't fellow Daoist He Lan the same?"

"Junior Brother, this person has bad intentions towards you, don't take his pill." He Lanze frowned and said, "Come on, Junior Brother, your injury is serious, drink the medicine first."

The sweet-smelling elixir was handed to him along with the medicine spoon containing the liquid medicine.

Ye Yunlan didn't answer either.

He only looked down at the lines on his palm, then raised his eyes and asked lightly.

"Where are my flowers?"

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