Fox spirit's self-cultivation

A mountain of corpses made of bright bones was piled up at the boy's feet, and the boy's lowered eyes were like a frozen wasteland, empty of anything.

No existence is eligible to be included in his eyes, and foreign objects cannot shake him at all, but the harder it is to conquer, the more it will arouse the interest of the demons, so even Lilith, the incarnation of desire, was attracted by him.

So beautiful, so powerful.

When he turned his blood-stained face and looked over expressionlessly, that look——

It still makes Lilith tremble with excitement just thinking about it.

The original man, called a demigod, was more like a god than a god, and more like a demon than a demon.

He is a unique tyrant, and he is also the prey that Lilith Xiao wanted but never succeeded.

Trembling, Lilith stretched out her hand, trying again to catch the prey in front of her.

"Since you can't be tempted by him, then you can choose me. As long as you are willing to indulge in desire with me, I will dedicate my whole heart to you, my king!"

Countless snow-white branches protruded from the air, turning into white snakes, wrapping around Zheng Xuanli like the softest arms, completely enveloping him.

In an instant, he was buried in the void.

To the deepest part of the magic mirror.

At this time, Zheng Xuanli, who was wrapped by the witch's power and carried him away, sighed: "Lilith, you have overstepped the distance."

The tumbling demon energy crushed the coiled white long snake in an instant, and Lilith felt a sweetness in her throat, and was ejected.

The tall man's face was slightly blurred, but his eyes turned blood red.

The satin-like long hair hung down from her shoulders, and black waves rolled around her body, turning into a pure black robe, with a red flame burning at the corner of the robe, Lilith burned her fingertips by the flame before she got close.

A golden throne inlaid with roses appeared behind him, and the black robe fluttered like eagles flocking around the man's feet. He turned and sat down, with his knees folded, one hand resting on the side of the throne, his head tilted slightly, his blood eyes slightly closed , without concealing arrogance.

The tall body and the wide throne were like one, the devil's long hair flowed down, Lilith stretched out her hand and turned into a white snake to touch, but before touching a hair tip of the devil, the white snake was gone.

The king she is familiar with is back.

"Your Majesty." Lilith looked greedily at the handsome and powerful man in front of her, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and bowed obediently, "I just miss you. I haven't seen you for many years since I was sealed in the magic mirror. It's your turn."

I haven't seen him for many years. The once immature, brutal and cruel young devil king has become a real man. His body is strong, his strength is concealed, and his noble demeanor without anger makes Lilith completely heartbroken.

"The magic mirror and the golden apple were discarded, where did Uriel and Lemuel go?"

The Demon King didn't have the slightest intention of reminiscing about the past, he looked down at the kneeling monster indifferently, his voice remained unchanged.

Without humans, the Demon King is like a monster without emotion, even his voice has no ups and downs, cold and heartless.

However, what Lilith is obsessed with is this kind of demon king, who seems to have no desire at all, and is so powerful that he is not stained with dust, and is torn apart from the whole world.

This is a man who is more ruthless than a god, and more majestic than a god!

"They were taken away by that legendary demon god. Oh, such a demon god! Hurry up, they will reappear in front of you soon. That demon god is really an incredible and disgusting person. They will bring a little joy to your dull life, my lord."

Lilith smiled with a pure and innocent expression, but the charm in her eyes was like the core spit out by a poisonous snake, hissing in front of the Demon King.

After the questioning, the Demon King closed his eyes, as if he had no interest in talking to the monster who had lived in the holy vessel for a long time.

Lilith licked her pitch-black index finger, her tone was innocent: "You are so cold, Demon King. Do you like that demon clan? I can come forward and turn him into your——toy, just like in hell. I will replace it." You completely tamed him and made him a slave of love and desire who is dominated by desire and will only cry and beg for your love."

"boom--"

Before she finished speaking, flames suddenly appeared around Lilith, trapping her in it.

The flames licked the witch's dress, and the clothes on Lilith's body smelled of burning. The lace ribbon around her neck was burnt, revealing the marks of stitching, and those black threads were also cracking inch by inch.

The devil is angry.

"Your Majesty, you can't do this!" Lilith hurriedly mobilized her strength to try to resist.

But it didn't work.

The magic mirror that was originally Lilith's sanctuary was being eroded by the power of the devil at this time. In the blink of an eye, the entire magic mirror inside and outside became a temporary set of consciousness of the devil.

Now, with just one thought from the Demon King, he can kill Lilith, the original sojourner of the magic mirror, on the spot.

The Demon King is indeed stronger, but also more ruthless.

The magic mirror was originally one of the demon king's trophies.

Surrounded by the flames, Lilith was terrified. She raised her hand to hold her beautiful head, and begged loudly: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I will not interfere in the affairs of you and your little lover. Play as you like, I will not I will do it!"

"No, Your Majesty, please, please stop!"

"It hurts, Your Majesty, you can't treat me like this, if you kill me, the magic mirror will lose its effect... You need me, you need me!"

No matter how much he begged, the flame of the Demon King did not go out.

"Your Majesty, I was wrong, I shouldn't have missed you, please let me go!"

The flame attached to Lilith's body, quickly licked and devoured it, until it burned her body below the head, and then completely suppressed it.

In just a moment, most of Lilith's body and strength disappeared.

The man on the throne kept his eyes closed from beginning to end, as if he had fallen into a dream, and his eyelashes didn't even tremble.

Burned by the flames of the demon king, the pain is not much worse than the soul being torn apart several times. Lilith only has one head left, crying until her eyes are painful, red and swollen, and her vision is blurred. She still hasn't received a reply from the demon king.

If you provoke the devil again, you will really die!

Lilith clearly realized this. She suppressed the inherent arrogance of being an angel, closed her eyes obediently, and dared not look at the Demon King again, even if she realized that the power of the Demon King had spread all over the magic mirror and replaced her. The spirit of the mirror covered everything in the mirror, and she didn't dare to peek at anything.

She quickly restrained her consciousness in her skull, pretending that she was an insignificant decoration under the throne.

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In the empty streets, the sharpness in the young witcher's eyes almost devoured him.

Kong Lingxiao and Zheng Xuanli were separated by the witch.

Obviously cuddling together so tightly, but after the powerful monster attacked, he could only let the person hugging him be taken away.

That witch, right in the palm of his hand, snatched away Zheng Xuanli and his lover!

Kong Lingxiao had already noticed how greedy the witch looked at Zheng Xuanli. Zheng Xuanli was such a weak human being. It was natural to imagine what kind of torture Zheng Xuanli would suffer if he fell into the hands of the demon king's subordinates.

Zheng Xuanli, his Zheng Xuanli!

Lingjian sword light soared, Kong Lingxiao slashed out with a sword: "Come out, witch, get out!"

"Click -" a sound.

Something shattered, as if glass couldn't withstand the high temperature, and the crisp cracking sound was fleeting.

But Kong Lingxiao, who was dazzled by anger and jealousy, didn't notice this. He poured spiritual power into his eyes and wandered around.

No no.

nothing.

There was no one he was looking for anywhere.

The monster took him away and hid him. Like him, that witch also wanted to take Zheng Xuanli as her own, and hide that person from others to spy on!

Anger and fear rolled in his chest, and he was unwilling to ferment. Under the intense emotional collision, even his chest felt stabbing pains.

Like the roar of the heart, but also like a secret call, Kong Lingxiao directly opened the skirt of his clothes and looked at the heart.

Inspired by his out-of-control anger, the mark belonging to the devil was clearly outlined stroke by stroke. The blood-red mark was like a slowly blooming rose tattoo, shining like that, appearing in the heart.

At the same time, a certain restriction in the body was lifted, and a steady stream of power emerged from the body.

Kong Lingxiao could feel that his demon eyes could see the surroundings more clearly, and the spiritual power in his body became more and more abundant, and the light of the feather sword in his hand increased several times, like a white rainbow penetrating the sun.

"The power of the devil king?"

Kong Lingxiao squinted his eyes, and raised his hand to strike another sword.

The space was torn apart, and spider web-like cracks appeared in the entire sky in an instant.

"Kachchacha—", "Kachchacha——"...

Cracks spread, and the moon above his head was split into pieces. Kong Lingxiao looked up, his eyes changed.

"Export."

He raised his hand to press his chest, but he didn't feel lucky in the slightest.

It turns out that this brand can not only connect him with the devil, but also allow him to borrow the power of the devil. If so, then he can temporarily use the power of that terrible existence to save his lover.

But what is the price of power exchange?

Monsters always want something, whether it is a soul, or watching human beings degenerate, what exactly does the devil want from him?

It's the soul, the soul of the monster race.

It doesn't matter, even if he sacrifices his soul to the Demon King, as long as he can rescue Zheng Xuanli from the witch, he will have no regrets.

Kong Lingxiao licked his dry lips, his eyes darkened: "The devil, as long as he can be found..."

After the words fell, as if responding to the youth's call, a pair of hands stretched out from the void, wrapping around Kong Lingxiao's waist.

The cold palm pressed up against the strong lines of the abdominal muscles, and after a slight pause, it directly tore the shirt that had been unbuttoned a few times.

The man smiled in a low and hoarse voice: "You are missing me and yearning for me, and you still have to dedicate yourself to me. I will accept this gift with great honor."

"Thank you for hospitality--"

Cold hands covered the hot marks, and at the same time, thin lips closed the young man's soft ears.

Kong Lingxiao's eyes widened suddenly, his whole body trembled, and he swung his sword back.

The devil is humiliating himself. He clearly longs for his lover, and now he can't wait to skin and dismantle a monster like Lilith. Even if he really sacrifices himself to the devil, he will only offer his soul after death as a power the price of the exchange.

But not now, in this humiliated way!

Under the rage, the hair color of the just-adult Yaozu turned pure blue, the color of his eyes was as pure and holy as the flowing sunlight, his complexion was white to transparent, and his slender veins were agitating, indicating the vigorous vitality of his master.

It formed a stark contrast with the plaster-colored hard body behind him.

Even that sword seems to have vitality.

However, the man behind him seemed to have no entity, his eyes lingered on his belongings, even if the sword light pierced through his body, it would have no effect.

Hearing a pleasant chuckle, the long black hair shot out like a rope, bound the young man's wrist, and hung it high.

Black vines spread continuously from the ground, binding Kong Lingxiao's feet in an instant, and Yubai's wrists became more and more dazzlingly white in the black vines. Such movements made him feel like an open bowstring, desolately Humming, standing still in vain.

"Damn devil! I'm going to kill you!"

The gaze fell on the body as if it were real, intimate and ambiguous, piercing the clothes and skin, as if examining the young man's skin and bones thoroughly, and also fully exposing his embarrassment and fear.

"If you answer wrong, you will be punished, my bride." The kiss on the ear became more and more intimate, and at the same time, the cold breath diffused into the body along the skin.

Kong Lingxiao only felt his scalp go numb.

Unable to move, as if being entangled and swallowed by countless snakes, coldness surrounds the whole body, the senses are particularly sharp for a moment, and at the same time, the consciousness is slowly disconnected in the ups and downs.

The man's kiss on the tip of the ear, and the touch across the shoulder.

And around the vitals, like the pleasant breath of a large predator.

Everything is depriving Kong Lingxiao of his mind.

"no, do not want……"

Kong Lingxiao noticed that his consciousness was beginning to lose, he shook his head desperately, trying to get rid of the ubiquitous erosion.

But the devil didn't give him a chance. After being teased for a long time, the power of the golden apple also controlled the devil.

He has long been lost in his own desires.

Long black hair mixed with vines twisted and twisted, covering the young man's limbs and chest. Large, colorful flowers bloomed all the way, covering the trembling long sword completely.

A slender pale palm with distinct knuckles was embedded in the young man's palm, interlocking his fingers.

With a sound of "clang", the long sword fell to the ground, and the crazily growing vines completely fulfilled their wish and dragged Kong Lingxiao into the boundless darkness.

The young man struggled desperately, trying to break free.

But in the darkness, another hand stretched out, covering those panicked golden eyes as if unable to bear it.

"Don't try to escape."

"you are mine."

The eyes are completely covered in black.

"No!"

A sob came, but the broken voice was blocked by someone between the trembling lips.The fledglings captured by the rotting sea of ​​flowers can only make broken cries during the chaotic intervals.

Tactfully, broken, like weeping blood.

After an unknown amount of time, the cane spread slightly.

The jade white fingers full of veins rubbed the flowers and plants that entangled him, and the sticky flower juice dripped, drawing bright marks on the young man's pale skin.

The red lips were bitten tightly, swallowing the chaotic crying.Tears flowed down, wet the collarbone, but aroused the dissatisfaction of a greedy beast.

"Cover, only I can see."

The vine shook lazily, covering the young man tightly again, not even a hair was exposed.

In the darkness, the demon king's consciousness of belongings had completely collapsed. He tightly grasped the black hair wrapped around his body, and instinctively pulled it fiercely.

"Go...don't...you!"

It seems that pulling a man bald can make him leave himself.

However, what responded to him was the man's satisfied and greedy laughter: "Relax, your hand hurts, if you press too hard, mine will hurt too."

"Bastard...kill you!"