Early morning.

"Ah Luan." Prison Junming knocked on the door, he knew that Cang Yuluan would comb her silver hair every day when he got up, and her hair and eyes were one of the few bright colors he could see here.

“…… Come on in. The voice that responded to him seemed to have changed from yesterday's bedtime, and Prison Junming's heart sank suddenly.

He slammed the door open, and was greeted by Cang Yuluan, who had always had her back to him and was dressing, but her hair was thick black, almost like a silhouette in the dim light.

A pair of wings sprouted from her back, and the pure white and light green feathers withered like flowers, falling into the dust on the ground, replaced by wings as dark as a lotus.

“…… You're in for a fetty. A hint of loss flashed in Prison Junming's eyes, but it quickly turned into a habitual playfulness.

His gaze glanced at Uncle Ce, who actually felt a hint of coolness from this gaze.

The kind of eyes that deprive people of their lives at will because they have lost their interest are like people who give him blood.

"Yes." Cang Yuluan's originally soft voice revealed a trace of enchantment, like a pale green color on a pure white mutton fat jade.

She turned around slowly, her originally blue eyes had turned into thick gold, the corners of her eyes rose slightly, and her originally light facial features became thick as if they were dripping with ink.

Her forehead had a pair of inky black horns protruding from the skin, and a pair of tiny companion horns. While the bloodline of Prison Junming gave her the power of the demon race, it also gave her the noble bloodline of the demon royal lineage.

She looked at Prison Junming's wonderful expression and showed a smile without any warmth.

*

"You didn't feel any discomfort?"

Under the pretext of going out hunting, Prison Junming left the hut with Cang Yuluan. It wasn't until there were no more creatures around the two of them that he stopped and asked Cang Yuluan.

Cang Yuluan shook his head: "No." On the contrary, there is no rejection of the environment here, and she feels more comfortable than ever.

"What about cultivation?"

"In the early stage of the Orange Realm, and in the same realm, the demonic energy can exert more power than the aura."

Cang Yuluan urged the mana, and the huge dark cyan wings spread out again, the color of the wings reminded her of her previous life, but she forgot it for a moment.

All the memories before she became a demon seemed to be diluted by the scarlet liquid she drank.

"—Can Ah Luan think that His Highness is disappointed that I have fallen into the devil?" Looking at Prison Junming's face that was obviously less smiling, a smile appeared on her face.

Prison Junming shook his head, his face was as usual: "It's okay, I just feel that the silver-haired and blue eyes of the Cangluan Fairy before have made this dim Dark Mulberry a lot brighter, and now it's a pity that he has changed into black hair." ”

"In this way, His Highness looks down on his own bloodline dignity." Cang Yuluan chuckled.

When she turned around, Prison Junming saw that the dark colors around her had all faded, hidden in the deep red imperial feather patterns on her eyebrows, her feathers and long hair had turned pure white, and her eyes were as pure as dawn, but the aura around her body had also collapsed and disappeared.

Seeing that the young man was surprised, Cang Yuluan finally couldn't help the smile on his lips, covered his mouth with his sleeves, and changed his appearance and aura back to the appearance of the demon clan: "How is it, Your Highness is still satisfied?" ”

Prison Junming's originally frowning brows stretched, and that frivolous smile returned to his face.

"This is underestimating the fairy of Cangluan. However, if the Cangluan Fairy walks as a demon, he can get a new name, after all, your reputation here is not small. ”

"A new name...... When I was in the world, I saw a flower, with a green skirt and a green belt, and the petals were pure white, but I liked it very tightly. Cang Yuluan smiled, "Now you will take this flower name and call me ...... Jade Linglong is good. ”

Jade Linglong, that is, narcissus, was born in pure water, and the human world often uses it as a metaphor for its noble quality.

Hearing this, Prison Junming chuckled: "Yu Linglong, this is a good name." The Linglong girl doesn't know that there is also this flower in the demon world, born by the water, Gu Ying is self-pitying, and her color is as pale as bones. ”

Cang Yuluan glanced at him, not intending to pay attention to his yin and yang weirdness.

Prison Junming knew that he was bored: "Okay, then Linglong girl, can you accompany you on a trip to the periphery of the Underworld today to find some prey." ”

Cang Yuluan moved his wrist: "It just so happens that I also want to try this new power." ”

*

The Heavenly Realm, the Sealed Demon Tower.

Zhan Qinghuang sat on the top of the tower, looking at the sunset in the west, and the whole person was dyed red by the twilight.

"Your Highness." The middle-aged man's voice lingered in the empty tower.

"Uncle Zuo Huai." Zhan Qinghuang didn't look back, but responded lightly.

Feng Zuohuai walked behind her and stopped: "I understand His Highness's mood now, but-"

"I'm fine, how's it going? In this great battle, the Celestial Realm suffered heavy damage...... The yin and yang heavenly disk is also damaged. Zhan Qinghuang turned his head, and even if those eyes were against the light, it seemed that red blood would flow out in the next second.

"Please rest assured, Your Highness, the soldiers outside have been recalled, and the Nandou army is being reorganized."

"Okay, three days later, at dusk, set up a monument for Ah Luan."

"No."

*

Spiritual realm.

The huge cyan wings spread out behind him like a green lotus blooming in the night, and the upper life overlooked everything in the spiritual world that seemed to be asleep, and tears dripped down and disappeared into the night.

"Your Highness, I will definitely find you."

*

Human world, Hengshan.

"Elder Huang, we really can't hold on!"

Rows of young disciples dressed in the standard robes of the Hengshan sect squatted on horses, each carrying a weight of 100 catties of stones on their backs, and after a long time, they all approached the limit of their physical strength.

"Can you still shout? Then keep practicing. The man in the green robe shook a feather fan, lying on a bluestone, and leaning on a jade tree.

At first glance, it looks ordinary, but if you look closely, you will be surprised to realize that the jade tree actually grows directly from the bluestone, and the branches and buds are as rich as the antlers.

"Do you really think that if you enter the gate of cultivating immortals, you will be able to transcend the world and rise to prominence?" He looked at the disciples, his eyes were light, "Mortals work to teach you to work a hundred times harder, but there is no way to climb up like you, and you have to suffer for your livelihood." You deserve all that you have received now. ”

The disciples didn't dare to say more, and the man shook his head, if even one of these people could listen to him, he would have a clear conscience.

"Elder Huang is really strict, I'm really glad I didn't worship him at that time."

"Strictly inevitable, people won the Great Elder with a wooden sword at that time, and there is no doubt about their strength. If you don't want to worship, people won't necessarily accept it. ”

"Yes, since I entered Heng Mountain, I have never seen the Great Elder defeated, which shows how strong Elder Huang is."

The other disciples who passed by the mountain were all shocked when they saw the tragic situation of cultivating external skills.

And the Elder Huang in their mouths, leaning on the bluestone shaped like a stag, his gaze had already crossed the four seas and eight wildernesses.

*

Underworld, Shura Pavilion.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, and the air around was stagnant and wet, and the ground was covered with broken bones and blood, paving a staircase to the top.

At the top of the pavilion was a throne made of the remains of ancient beasts, and the person sitting on it picked up a stone cup beside it, which was filled with blood.

He opened his blood-red eyes, a gaze that terrified everyone, and his eyes looked into the unknowable distance.

"Only war is the only way to win stability."