Palace Lord, he just wants to be beautiful

Yan Fei only took this sentence as Tang Huan's nonsense after losing his mind, otherwise he was worried that he could not help strangling Tang Huan to death.

So far, Tang Huan dared to mistake him for Xiao Changli.

Yan Fei's eyebrows and eyes were gloomy, and her movements suddenly became a little rough. While soothing Tang Huan's violent spiritual energy, she hooked the belt around her waist and took off the snow-colored long coat.

He didn't want to hear more annoying words from Tang Huan, so he didn't answer at all.

Tang Huan didn't know what to do, his clothes were almost untied to the last layer, and his attention was still on Yan Fei's face, so he asked again: "...Why are you back?"

Yan Fei said: "After returning from the realm, I promised the Palace Master that I would not leave again."

After a pause, he turned his eyes away stiffly, and the tips of his ears were a little red: "Besides, I said I would protect you."

In order to cultivate the way of disguise, Yan Fei has played countless identities in the past 50 years, and the life he has experienced is even more wonderful. For him, sweet words should be easy to come by, provided that those words are not from the heart.

Once tempted, he will inevitably become clumsy and tongue-twisting like those mortals who are just in love.

But after he finished speaking, Tang Huan suddenly stopped talking.

Yan Fei waited calmly for a long time, and finally couldn't help turning her gaze back, and met a pair of beautiful water-colored eyes.

Tang Huan: "...Woo."

Yan Fei: "?"

Tang Huan admitted that he had scolded a little loudly just now, but it turned out that Yan Fei hadn't lied to him about anything, even for his sake, he was no longer a human being.

If the next wave of pain didn't come so quickly, he might be able to be touched for a while longer. Tang Huan's face turned pale when the fragmented pain suddenly hit him. He grabbed Yan Fei's sleeve with his fingers and curled up into his arms trembling. .

Sensing the change in Tang Huan's breath, Yan Fei's eyes flashed with gloom, she quickened her movements, and went straight to the point.

The fragrance of the orchid sleeves fades, and the tents turn red.

The turbulent tide of emotion mentioned in the mortal script probably refers to the fragrant incense that fills the room.

Others said that he had killed Tang Huan, but Yan Fei still felt that it was nonsense after thinking about it.

Yan Fei stared at the stunningly beautiful face below him, kissed that spotless and vermilion lips, the most beautiful woman in the world, how could he be willing to do it?

What's more, he has already fallen in love with Tang Huan.

It may be on Diancang Mountain, or it may be in the sea of ​​stars.

I don't know where the love came from, but every time I meet that implicitly dependent gaze, I can't help but stop and look back.

No one had ever looked at him like that before.

How stupid is a person to rely on a son of a demon who destroys the world?

Yan Fei has seen all kinds of gazes, disgust, obsession, indifference, envy... After her identity was revealed, all eyes were full of hatred. Only Tang Huan, even at this time, still relied on his eyes, and his gaze did not change It became a shackle, making him unable to act recklessly and recklessly.

He began to subconsciously think about the consequences, thinking about how the useless Palace Mistress should live after leaving him.

Dependence will become a habit, and being depended on will also make you possessive.

So when he realized that the aura of the Swallowing Clam had been wiped away by someone, he went directly to Guixu Mountain, and he found it unbearable to think that the dependence in Tang Huan's eyes would flow to others, even if it was a little bit.

Yan Fei's cultivation of Taoism is a way of life. He was born alone, and only got a good skin. There were countless people flocking to him, asking for anything from him, but they didn't know people clearly. All they loved were his skin and disguise. , He also only seeks profit, and has never been tempted.

On the contrary, it was Tang Huan, who turned out to be a coquettish person, who broke his disguise from the very beginning, and forced him to learn to be patient and give, making him truly feel the seven emotions and six desires of being a human being.

Joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, evil, desire.

Yan Fei experienced everything from Tang Huan.

The son of a demon is also a mortal, and it is normal for a mortal to be moved by an mortal heart.

Gradually, he acquiesced that there was an extra useless Taoist companion on his path of cultivation, and he secretly rejoiced that he did not practice the path of ruthlessness, otherwise all his previous efforts would have been wasted.

The double-cultivation secret method in the story book is very sloppy, far less emotional than experiencing it personally.

Tang Huan was full of aura, and there was no pain in Tang Huan's body at the moment, but when another breath entered his body, it was the opposite of discomfort, and his tense body suddenly relaxed.

The spiritual energy overflowing in the body seemed to have found a breakthrough, and immediately surged towards it, and then the silkworm clothes were stretched out, and the waves turned red crepe.

Tang Huan finally realized what happened, his pale cheeks flushed quickly, he buried himself on Yan Fei's shoulder like a little animal in a panic, and closed his eyes in embarrassment.

Just because he didn't have the courage to raise his eyes, he didn't notice that Yan Fei's face was not pretty at the moment.

Because Tang Huan's body is more like a furnace than a furnace.

Once the pure spiritual energy started to transfer, there was no intention of stopping it. In less than a moment, Tang Huan's physical cultivation base had dropped from distraction to golden core. If he continued to practice both, he would be killed alive in a short time. Squeeze dry!

The influx of spiritual energy would cause Tang Huan to explode and die, but the emptying of spiritual energy could also cause him to die suddenly on the spot.

But the aura couldn't stop.

Yan Fei's face was livid, her body seemed to be out of control, she kept absorbing the cultivation in Tang Huan's body, and a voice in her head said: "Keep sucking, it's useless for Tang Huan to have these cultivations, but you can go against it because of this." The heavens changed their fate, and they ascended to immortality."

"What is the reason for your 50 years of dire straits? In order to talk about love? In order to be a submissive sword spirit?"

"If you miss this opportunity, you will never be able to attain Taoism and become an immortal again. Xiao Changli will never let you get what you want. This is your only chance to change your fate against the sky."

"If you don't become strong first, what do you use to compete with others?"

Yan Fei was sweating profusely, her eyes were almost bloodshot, but her consciousness couldn't get out of the quagmire of heaven's condensation no matter what.

It was not only Yan Fei who couldn't break free, Tang Huan didn't know when it started, and Tang Huan didn't say a word, obediently obedient in his arms.

In just this moment of effort, Tang Huan's realm had fallen back to Zhuji, and Zhuji was only one step away from mortals, and if he didn't stop, Tang Huan's lifespan would be sucked away.

The consciousness of the way of heaven is like a Sanskrit sound, constantly bewitching in his ears.

"The Sword of Seven Emotions can only contain the seven emotions. Incarnation as a sword spirit is just an excuse. Once you integrate into it, you will end up being eaten by the seven emotions."

"There are still many years before the end of this era, and the son of the devil still has a way to ascend."

"Only one person in the lower realm can ascend. Tang Huan is just using you. If you don't die, how can he ascend?"

boom--! ! !

There was a loud noise in the Sea of ​​Consciousness, the huge sun on the sea collapsed, and a big hole was blown out in the sky.

Yan Fei's eyes were full of hostility, his facial features were twisted ferociously due to the severe pain, and there was a faint hint of madness, and he squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "Shut up!!!"

"..."

This is the third time he blew himself up to know the sea.

Tiandao was utterly silenced by his sudden surprise.

It didn't expect that Yan Fei would dare to use this method to break free from control, and then looked at Tang Huan's cultivation that could no longer maintain the body, so he fell silent for the time being.

On the other side, Tang Huan seemed to have gotten rid of something. He glanced at the somewhat illusory palm, and then raised his head to look at Yan Fei. His beautiful facial features did not reveal any pain, but he smiled bitterly at him.

"It's like this every time, so I don't want to double cultivate with you."

The tone was very resentful, but without blame, more like acting like a baby.

Yan Fei blew himself up again, his face was pale, and he asked with some difficulty: "What is called every time?"

Thinking about the past, Tang Huan pursed his lips aggrievedly: "Every time."

Yan Fei who had just stepped into Changhuan Palace didn't love him, so every reincarnation, as long as Heaven intervened a little, he would die on the night Yan Fei came to Changhuan Palace, between the beds.

Yan Fei, who doesn't love him, is really bad. She has to suck the last trace of his cultivation every time before giving up. She never knows what it means to be merciful, and he will be confused by the way of heaven, and let the other party play around like a puppet.

But Tang Huan was not surprised, after all, this guy was inherently bad, and he was completely bad.

…he had lost count of how many times he had been sucked to death.

As the last ray of cultivation in his body was transferred to Yan Fei, Tang Huan's body exuded a soft light, which was a sign that his physical body would dissipate.

"You bastard, I can't wait to kill you, let you experience what it's like to die once, to treat me like this again and again..."

Tang Huan cursed tremblingly, looking sad and helpless, there was no love in his eyes, and Yan Fei could see it clearly without the spirit of love reminding him.

Yan Fei opened his mouth and was about to speak when Tang Huan suddenly wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him.

A bit of light passed through his lips and teeth, and penetrated into Yan Fei's body in an instant. Feeling the changes in the aura around him, his pupils trembled, and the aura that was slowly flowing towards Tang Huan just now turned to flow into his body!

That is the switch of the aura tide, the core of the lower realm that contains the aura for thousands of years, it will only appear when Tang Huan must die, and it will follow Tang Huan's aura.

Yan Fei's double cultivation absorbed Tang Huan's cultivation, and the core of the lower world got into his body.

After witnessing this scene with his own eyes, Tiandao was completely at ease. The power of rules around Wuhuan Cave Mansion gradually dissipated, and it left without a sound.

Once the rules are broken, Tang Huan's body should also be shattered.

But at this moment, a black light rushed in from outside the cave, and the sea of ​​consciousness that exploded through the cave suddenly rolled and splashed, and the sea level seemed to be much higher.

But Yan Fei's eyes changed for a while, and suddenly he turned back and bit his lips, so strong that he seemed to swallow him alive!

The body that was about to disappear was unconscious, but Tang Huan faintly sensed something strange. He widened his eyes and tried to look down, but his head was pinned by Yan Fei's palm, and it was very difficult to move.

As a wave of spirit essence poured into the body, the illusory body solidified for a moment, and by virtue of the continuation of this moment, Yan Fei's forehead and heart touched.

"There will be no next time." He said something in a low voice, and then suddenly laughed, "Tang Huan, I promise you, this is the last time."

"Xiao..."

Tang Huan looked at him in bewilderment, the doubts in his eyes hadn't appeared yet, the next moment, his body was suddenly torn apart, turning into fragments of spiritual light and dissipating before Yan Fei's eyes.

Fragmented.

Not even a wisp of ashes remained.

There was no longer Tang Huan's aura between the heavens and the earth, and the body temperature in his arms also dissipated, but Yan Fei on the bed was still laughing, the laughter became louder and more crazy, and soon rumors spread that Chang Huan valley.

As Yan Fei broke through the distraction, a thundercloud appeared again in the sky outside the Changhuan Valley at that time, and the rumbling thunder sounded from the sky above, which faintly echoed the laughter.

This time, there was no long sword shot from the Changhuan Valley to kill the Heavenly Tribulation in one fell swoop, and there was only a roar of hatred piercing the sky: "The Way of Heaven——!!!"

Outside the Changhuan Valley, no matter whether it was a human, a demon or a demon, they were all terrified by the shrill roar.

At this moment, a faint sigh came from outside the sky.

Tiandao said to Yan Fei with a voice of only two people: "Evil, complete your mission, and this tide will be freed from the lower realm. Tang Huan's ending is destined by heaven, don't be obsessed with it."

"Mission? What mission?"

"At the right time, kill all creatures in the lower world."

"Based on this calculation, I really failed to complete the mission, and always fell through the net."

Yan Fei put away her smile, gathered up her long gown, and walked out of Wuhuan Cave Mansion step by step.

If Shu Tianyi was present at this moment, he would be able to recognize his inhuman eyes at a glance.

However, he only remembered seeing these eyes on Yan Fei, but he forgot that in the past, he could see these eyes on Xiao Changli every day. As long as he was not facing Tang Huan, he would have no humanity at all.

In the last tide, Yan Fei blew himself up. Except for Yu Chuyang and his party, no one in the lower world was spared. The mission of the son of the devil is to destroy the world.

Thus, Xiao Changli killed the last few remaining people.

But that's not the end of the world.

"Destroying the world and destroying the world, of course, it will be considered annihilation if you kill them all, so I will truly complete my mission when I kill you this time, right?"

Yan Fei looked up at the sky, with an evil and willful smile, the same face, but it seemed that there was something less and something more than before.

Once half of the spirit body stripped by Tian Daosheng for reincarnation more than 50 years ago was fused with the body of the evil spirit, Xiao Changli was still Xiao Changli, but Yan Fei remembered too much.

As expected, Tang Huan was not the only one who lost his memory.

At that time, what haunted him was not demonic or evil energy at all, but pure evil, so even if he was born as a human, his sea of ​​consciousness was still black and turbid.

……

There is no such thing as a son of a demon in this world who is born to destroy the world.

The source of the destruction of the lower realm is nothing more than the word "evil".