Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

The night was dark.

Thick shadows covered his back.

"Don't think about it." He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the skinny hand on the lapel tightly, and said viciously, "Immortal Elder, don't you ever think about leaving me again."

The hand in his palm was thin and cold, and he was suddenly a little thankful that he had tied the man tightly to his body with cloth strips early on, so that with his current strength, he couldn't break free.

——If he was not stopped by reason, he even wanted to rub this person into his flesh and blood, so that this person's soul and body would be fused with him and become the only one, so that this person would only have himself in his eyes and heart Human beings can only depend on each other for life and death, and never be separated.

He had expected that this person would say some harsh words next, just to make him leave this person behind and run away alone.

... Just like in those years, in the Ninth Rank Demon Refining Formation.

But the people behind him just repeated in a low voice: "Your Majesty, leave... here."

He clenched and loosened his five fingers, and suddenly realized that, just like when he was climbing from the bottom of the tower to the top of the tower, this person kept murmuring "pain" repeatedly. Not fully awake.

Yes.

Suppressed in darkness for a hundred years, forced to go back and forth between hope and despair again and again, ordinary people? Already insane, how can it be so easy? Recovery.

Even so, this man's muddled consciousness still struggled a little out of his broken body, just to tell him... to get out of here.

He suddenly became angry and calmed down.

"Xianchang, are you my man?"

"No matter what you say, I won't leave you here."

He held this man's skinny and cold fingertips, conveying a little warmth.

"Believe me."

He raised his head and looked at Zhou Tian's star formation covering half of Western Continent.

They stood in the center of the formation, and the mighty galaxy, carrying the majestic power between heaven and earth, condensed into a net, trying to keep them here forever.

The self-proclaimed cultivation base in the body needs to rely on the power of the soul to break through, and now that the power of the soul is exhausted, he needs time to recover.

But he has no time.

There is only one way left.

No one knew that since Moyuan came out, he has been suppressing the magic thoughts in his body.

Day after day, year after year.

But despite this, countless filthy and evil thoughts in the human world still continue to gather towards him. He is a gathering of "evil" in the world, and he should be murderous and disrupt the world.

He lost his mind for longer and longer, and his actions became more violent and cruel. Everyone in the Demon Sect was terrified of him.

Until he met the person behind him, he was surprised to find that as long as he hugged this person and smelled the fragrance of this person, the tyrannical and disorderly thoughts on him would miraculously calm down.

And when this person is playing the piano, even the most evil, filthy, cruel and perverted things on his body will obediently shrank aside, not daring to disturb them.

His spiritual power was exhausted and his cultivation base was sealed.

But where there is light, there will be shadows.

Where there are people, it will breed filth, evil thoughts, and desires.

And these are his real sources of strength.

He looked at the Daoist monks who came from the sky and the world to encircle and stare at them. His eyes were facing him. They were monks under the blessing of the formation, exuding immeasurable Buddha light? Fa Wu.

"People of your Taoist sect? You have always said that you want to suppress the demon star," he said with a hint of sarcasm in his brows full of sternness, "but you don't? Knowing that the real demon has not yet been born, how can we talk about suppression?"

Fa Wudao: "The benefactor has been in charge of the demon sect for more than a hundred years, and has committed countless murders. He is already recognized as a peerless evil spirit. People? People? Get it and kill it. Why are you sophistrying here?"

"Okay. Since you are so obsessed with wanting to suppress the demon..."

His eyes were so red that it seemed as if blood was about to flow out, but the dreadful darkness inside was constantly condensing.

He raised his jaw with a sneer, and nodded towards Fa Wu and the countless Taoist monks who were besieged in the sky.

"This deity satisfies you."

His clenched fingers loosened.

At the same time, apart from self-appointed cultivation, there is another hidden, evil, and intolerant restriction in the body that is loosened at the same time.

As if in silence, the sky became darker, as if even the stars could not penetrate the night and shine on the earth?.

In the dense night, Fa Wuxin felt uneasy.

Suddenly heard? In the sky, there was thunder roaring.

—Thunder rumbled in the distance.

Yaori Yinwei, who was driving Huo Luan and was about to rush to the distant place where the prince crossed the catastrophe, suddenly looked back, but was shocked by the scene in front of him and his eyes widened.

After using the power of the holy wood, Ye Yunlan was already a bit of dust that had been brushed away in his eyes.

But what did he see?

He saw this person whom he regarded as an ant, who had long been deprived of the power of blood, and now completely cut off the causal ties with the Ye clan?Standing in the countless golden lines of cause and effect, safety, peace, nothing, and ailment.

--how is this possible!

The holy tree phoenix tree was once watered by the demon lord's blood essence, and the remaining power, even after ten thousand years, is still extremely strong, and can even touch the causal order of heaven, and such power.Even the strong ones in the Mortal Transformation Realm have to be terrified.

The demon lord, Shenhuang, was once the existence closest to "immortal" in this world.

This is also the reason why their Ye clan has always been able to obtain a great right to speak among the ancient clans.

But now this cognition is slowly shattered by the scene in front of him.

Yaori Hidden Guard watched in horror as Ye Yunlan walked in the golden thread, while ordinary people? Once the power of the holy wood, which cannot be resisted by ordinary people, touched him, it would turn into flying light and penetrate into his body.

And at the same time, Ye Yunlan's pitch-black eyes became brighter and brighter, and even gradually... glowed a dazzling golden light.

How is it possible... no? Yes...

This scene was even more horrifying than when he turned around and saw that the power of the holy wood could not harm Ye Yunlan.

Golden eyes - this is clearly a sign of the Ye clan's blood returning to their ancestors!But even among the Ye clan, they have exhausted the resources of the whole clan to make offerings. After so many years, they have only produced a Ye Xuanguang who returned to his ancestors. Seeking to be able to grow up smoothly, ascend to the throne, and be admired and worshiped by the whole family.

The power of Ye Yunlan's blood has already been exhausted, how can he have such a sacred and noble symbol?

Ye Yunlan walked closer and closer.

Amid countless intertwined golden threads, this man is dressed in white, with flying black hair, and holds a sword in his hand.The sharp sword pointed obliquely at the ground, glowing coldly.

That pair of golden eyes shot straight at him, making him, who has seen countless powerful abilities for thousands of years, weak in his legs.

Those who can become Yaori Hidden Guards are those who have excellent bloodline power for thousands of years in the Ye clan. Only in this way can they rely on soaking in the extremely rare saprophytic flower juice to keep their bodies immortal. Get "longevity" in another sense.

He is the most outstanding existence in the No.70 second generation bloodline of the Ye Clan. Before becoming the Yaori Yinwei, he was a sacred elder of the Yaori Clan. He still remembers that the juniors of the Ye Clan liked to call him "Elder Zixin" .

But now, Ye Zixin felt the suppression of the power of blood.

Beasts are more spiritual than humans. The Huo Luan he was driving under his crotch uttered a clear cry, and slowly lowered to the ground? He lowered the beast body and made a gesture of submission and flattery.

Ye Yunlan had already stood in front of him.

The sharp long sword was lifted up and pointed at his neck, and the burning golden color poured out from the long eyes, making his eyes hurt.

Ye Zi's heart suddenly remembered what Emperor Ye said before leaving at Yaori Palace.

"The birth of the phoenix star will be accompanied by disasters and tests. The catastrophe is coming, is it not predicted by the heavenly script? There is no room for error. You are the sharp sword of my Ye family, and you will remove the sorrows for our family."

Ye Di raised his sleeves, and a figure in white clothes appeared in the water mirror. He closed his eyes and slept soundly on the bed. His complexion was extremely pale and weak, but his eyebrows were extremely beautiful.

Ye Zixin has served the Ye Clan for thousands of years, and he has never seen such an amazing face.

"He is an ice-type spiritual root, and he is the 'not detailed' that appeared in the bloodline inheritance of the Ye clan. He once shared half of the power of Xuanguang's bloodline. Without him, Xuanguang would have returned to his ancestors on the day he was born It's not too late to become a veritable heaven-level bloodline, but it's not too late to make up for it now."

Ye Di waved the water mirror and said indifferently.

"He's completely useless now, he's just an ordinary mortal? He has no power to restrain a chicken. I allow you to mobilize the power of the holy wood. Erase it."

"Remember. What I want is to completely 'disappear'."

Ye Zixin bowed and accepted the task.

At that time, although he felt a little regretful that such a face might never appear again, he didn't think it was such a difficult task.Even, he looked at the person in the water mirror? Lying on the bed? The weak appearance, maybe he hasn't arrived yet, and there is no need for him to do it himself, this person? He is already dead.

But now, Ye Zixin's pupils contracted, looking at the sharp point of the sword pointing at his neck, and the power of the blood that suppressed him, making him break out in cold sweat, and Ye Di's words were spinning in his mind.

He's just an ordinary mortal, powerless.

A, ordinary, mortal?.

The hand has no power to tie the chicken.

Ye Zixin: "..."

Ye Yunlan didn't know how the Yaori Yinwei, who was wrapped tightly in the sacred armor, was thinking all kinds of things. He just smelled the slightly sweet but rotten breath of this person keenly.

He likes flowers.

But what he detests the most is the smell of saprophytic flowers on the body of the other party.

His eyes have been completely covered with a golden color, exuding a kind of indifference and dignity that is hard to describe.

He feels angry.

It wasn't that he was angry at his blood-related father, Ju?, who insisted on killing him, but another kind of anger that was deeper and more desolate.

This anger spread along with his consciousness, and spread into the network of golden threads around him.

Those silk threads seemed to have sensed his emotions, and many of them were wrapped around his sword-holding wrist, gently swaying and getting closer, as if wanting to slow down his anger.

Ye Yunlan raised his hand and gently stroked the silk thread on his wrist, then looked at Ye Zixin who was crushed by the force of blood and couldn't move.

Those golden pupils seem to be able to see through everything.

"The physical body that should have died thousands of years ago should no longer stay in this world."

"I will grant you eternal sleep."

What does he want to do?

Ye Zixin's pupils widened, and she found a golden thread approaching him, like willow silk fluttering in the wind.

But it is a deadly sickle.

The thread of cause and effect originates from the holy wood of the leaf clan, no matter what, it will never harm the people of the leaf clan - this is a theorem!

"No?……"

Ye Zi was confused? He lowered his head, the silk thread had penetrated his chest.

He slowly scattered in the void like dust, leaving no traces.

And the person standing in front of him just closed his eyes tiredly.

"I hate saprophytic flowers."

The author has something to say: Ye Zixin: Damn it!Emperor Ye hurt me!