In the huge Qingqiu Palace, there was silence at this time, and the atmosphere was very depressing, as if shrouded in a layer of nets that made people unable to breathe, and everyone was concentrating and holding their breath, for fear that their breathing would be too heavy and cause others to look sideways.

And this huge and incomparable pressure all comes from one place, the Shangyuan Hall of Qingqiu Palace.

Since Ruolan left, the Demon Emperor locked himself in the Shangyuan Hall and began to retreat and cultivate.

The door of Shangyuan Hall has been closed for more than half a month and has never been opened.

Wu Xian was outside the Shangyuan Palace, with a nervous mood, and also stood for more than half a month, watching over, for fear that the Demon Emperor would have three longs and two shorts, so he would go in to help him.

However, in the Shangyuan Palace, the true qi was surging, and the Demon Emperor was definitely in a state of cultivation, so it was really not good for him to go in and disturb him.

Wu Xian worked day and night, dutifully guarding the door of the Shangyuan Palace, just waiting for the Demon Emperor to come out of retreat, so that he could see him for the first time and let himself feel at ease.

Now, the second protector Zhu Yan fought against the disciples of the Shushan Immortal Sect, suffered a lot of internal injuries, and is in retreat to recuperate.

The Three Protectors of the Jade Jin Divine Monarch were even locked in the dungeon by the enraged Demon Emperor, and they were not allowed to be released without his permission.

And the little fox Ruolan was sent by Wu Xian and Zhu Yan to the Shushan Immortal Gate to steal the seventh-order Yuan Shen Pill, and I don't know what the situation is.

Wu Xian sighed deeply, determined to feel depressed in his heart, and said to himself: "I think about how powerful and prosperous my demon clan was back then, and now, it is so withered, it's a sigh, it's a sigh."

Shangyuan Palace, in the Demon Emperor's dormitory, at this time, the black fog was filled, and a very evil air flow was surging wildly, and between heaven and earth, there was suddenly a tyrannical atmosphere.

In the past half a month, the Demon Emperor has been cultivating against the Fuxi Pagoda day by day, and has taken the time to study every layer of space inside.

No matter how he tried everything, he still couldn't open the space from the first to the seventh floor of the Fuxi Tower, but could only enter the eighth layer of space.

The space on the eighth floor of Fuxi Pagoda is an independent small world, with abundant spiritual energy, which is very suitable for cultivation.

Since the Demon Emperor started cultivating, his body injuries have been so good that he has gotten better, and his demonic power has risen rapidly from the peak of the second heaven of the Upper God Realm to the middle level of the third heaven of the Upper God Realm in just half a month.

The Demon Emperor cultivated frantically every day, relieving the depression in his heart.

It was a knot in his heart, a knot that could never be untied.

It was an eternal pain in his heart, a pain that could not be repaired no matter what.

After the battle between the Demon Emperor and the Phoenix City, he suffered serious internal injuries, and it took several months for him to slowly recover.

It's not that the Demon Emperor didn't think about looking for Mingyue.

However, before leaving, he hesitated.

She now knew that Shui Yanxi was actually the Demon Emperor.

He was deliberately approaching her, and now, how should he face her?

The woman who almost became his wife.

Moreover, he was still in front of her eyes, fighting with Feng Qicheng, unconscious, and fled in embarrassment.

The Demon Emperor was depressed in his heart, depressed and had no prescription to vent, and there was nowhere to put his pain.

After spending more than a month in a cabin in the canyon, he decided to return to Qingqing

Qiu Gong cultivates well.

Now, he has put all his thoughts on studying the Fuxi Tower.

In fact, the Demon Emperor's heart was not calm, but full of deep hatred.

He hated that Feng Chengcheng had snatched his fiancée, Fluttershy.

He hated, and Yujin ruined his wedding.

If it weren't for Yujin's destruction and obstruction, he and his beloved woman, Fluttershy, would have married and lived happily together.

This hatred that he couldn't get put him on the edge of the extreme, and for cultivators, it was a catastrophe. It's over, and it's sunny. If you can't get over, it's hell.

One thought of heaven, one thought of hell.

One thought becomes a Buddha, and one thought becomes a demon.

The despair of not being able to love, the pain of despair, no one can know, and can only taste it alone.

In the process of cultivating, the Demon Emperor has always had a flame burning in his heart, and the flame of anger almost made him lose his mind, and grief, disappointment, self-blame, anger, anxiety, panic, and all kinds of emotions kept pouring into his heart.

An uncontrollable aura of tyranny and murder suddenly surged from his heart, wrapped him tightly, extinguished his conscience, and made him go further and further on the path of demonization.

There was an urge to tear everything apart, to destroy everything, quietly rising from the bottom of his heart, like a demon, entangled him deeply, made him nervous, made him fall into the abyss of pain and could not extricate himself, made him crazy.

As he cultivated more and more deeply, and his cultivation became higher and higher, his mentality gradually changed.

Yes, in his heart, a bloodthirsty urge welled up, he wanted to kill, he wanted to tear everything apart.

As soon as he thought of the woman he loved, being embraced by another person, and lingering day by day, his heart became painful.

It was an incurable pain, painful to the heart, but there was no cure.

This mad impulse makes him want to kill, makes him want to take over the world, makes him want to monopolize his beloved.

It made his blood boil and his mind dizzy, and his meridians became sometimes swollen and sometimes weak, and the original pair of watery and cold peach blossom eyes also instantly turned blood red, like the eyes of a fierce beast, full of tyrannical and bloodthirsty aura.

The Demon Emperor's body was full of black energy, and even his lips turned black, looking very hideous and terrifying.

Fuxi Pagoda is really a good thing, it has its own powerful and unparalleled mysterious power, which can make people raise their immortal or demonic power to a terrifying level in a short period of time.

However, Emperor Fuxi also said to Mingyue at that time that when the immortal power or demon power did not reach the peak of the Upper God Realm, if he rashly used the Fuxi Tower, he would be irreversibly counterattacked, and even fall into the Demon Dao.

Because, the power of Fuxi Pagoda is too against the sky, and it is difficult for ordinary people to control it at all.

If one's own power cannot control the power of the Fuxi Tower, then the person who uses it will definitely be counterattacked by the power of the Fuxi Tower, and thus lose their minds and go mad.

The situation of the Demon Emperor at this time is the precursor to going mad and falling into the devil's path.

The Demon Emperor's demonic power is in a short period of time

It has been greatly improved, but it has been counterattacked by the powerful power of Fuxi Tower.

That kind of backlash power was far higher than the demonic power he possessed, making it difficult for him to breathe, abnormal meridians, and even insane.

At this time, the Demon Emperor had been carried away by hatred, and he was going farther and farther on the road of falling into the Demon Path, and he could not turn back.

The Demon Emperor suddenly stood up from the bed he was sitting on, his hair was scattered, his eyes were blood-red, his lips were blue, and his whole body was full of black gas, filled with an extremely powerful and tyrannical aura, which raged the heavens and the earth and let out a terrifying whistling sound.

The Demon Emperor looked at the void quietly, as if he saw a beautiful woman smiling under the wisteria flowers, and the gentleness of the bowed head, the beautiful time, the gentle years, made him haunted by dreams and unforgettable.

If, time can be turned back, if, he can choose again.

Then, he will not ignore her in order to dominate the world, and finally make her jump into the fire, in order to protect him.

Two lines of clear tears slid down the Demon Emperor's abnormally pale face.

His blood-red eyes were instantly filled with hatred and tyranny, and even the bottom of his eyes was depressed with a cyan stagnation.

It is a symbol of going mad and entering the devil's path.

The Demon Emperor was devoured by the power of the Fuxi Tower, and the damage to the Yuan Shen was even more serious.

The Demon Emperor didn't know that he was traveling farther and farther on the road of madness and paranoia, and because he coveted the abundant aura of the Fuxi Tower, he had unknowingly fallen into the path of the devil from which he could never recover.

The Demon Emperor was dancing wildly, his spirit was crazy, and he smiled gloomily: "Shushan Immortal Gate, the deity is determined to exterminate Shushan Immortal Gate, occupy the world, and avenge Fluttershy."

Outside the Shangyuan Palace, Wu Xian had been sleepless, guarding the Demon Emperor for more than half a month.

His uneasiness was hard to put into words.

The Demon Emperor locked himself in the Shangyuan Palace, cultivating frantically, and the terrifying aura was rising day by day, and Wu Xian certainly felt the huge and incomparable power.

At the beginning, Wu Xian was very relieved and happy in his heart, he thought that after the Demon Emperor forced marriage with Mingyue and the defeat in the duel with Feng Chengcheng, he finally woke up and devoted himself to improving his cultivation and dominating the world.

However, as the tyrannical aura became heavier and heavier, the dark clouds in the sky gradually gathered above the Shangyuan Palace, and formed a terrifying black vortex, which frightened those maids and demon soldiers to scream and dodge.

Wu Xian scolded loudly: "What is it called, what is the fuss? That is due to the king's practice and the improvement of internal strength. If you continue to shout and scream, be careful to cut off your heads. ”

Those handmaiden demon soldiers stood back tremblingly, secretly looking at the crazy rolling black clouds above the Shangyuan Palace, and they were all so frightened that they couldn't speak.

Wu Xian looked at the dark clouds that were the same as the tornado, and his heart went up and down, and he always felt that something was wrong.

There is nothing wrong with Emperor Mo's retreat, but why is the aura emitted so tyrannical and terrifying?

It was as if that breath was filled with infinite hatred, which made people's hearts tremble and make people's scalps tingle.

Those handmaidens and guards were even more trembling, and they didn't even dare to breathe, one by one

Frightened, his face turned earthy.

Zhu Yan rushed over when he heard the news, and looked at the sky above the Shangyuan Palace, and the rapidly rolling dark clouds were also stunned.

Seeing Wu Xian's restless appearance, he asked in a low voice, "Hasn't the gentleman been out of the customs yet?" Is something wrong? ”

Wu Xian glanced up at Zhu Yan and saw that he had a white cloth tied around his arm, obviously not healed after being injured.

Zhu Yan's face was gloomy, his face was haggard, and his mood didn't look very good.

Since Linghua fell to his death, Zhu Yan has been like a widower with a dead wife, and has been listless and sullen.

Wu Xian shook his head and said, "Your Excellency hasn't left the customs yet...... Are you feeling better? Still sad about Linghua? ”

Zhu Yan smiled bitterly: "It's just a lowly Terran woman, why bother too much."

But the tenderness in his fierce eyes betrayed him.

He was originally an ancient beast, raging and furious, ruthless and loveless, and indifferent.

Linghua was originally just a test subject for him, a victim of his experimentation with an ancient secret method, not to mention, he also gave her poison in order to control Linghua.

However, emotional things are so wonderful.

In the process of transforming her, Zhu Yan unknowingly fell in love with Linghua.

Zhu Yan couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was.

In short, when I don't see her, I miss her like crazy.

When they met, he wanted to possess her and control her.

Even if Zhu Yan is an ancient fierce beast, no matter how strong and fierce Rao is, once he moves his true feelings, he will also expose his weak side.

Now, Linghua died tragically at the bottom of the cliff, and in her arms, she was still holding the body of an immortal cultivator man.

How can Zhu Yan not be angry in his heart?

Zhu Yan sniffed, suppressed the depression and sourness in his heart, and asked suspiciously: "This breath is not quite right, is it okay for you?"

Wu Xian patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, sighed, and in the end, just said: "I always feel uneasy in my heart, should we go in and see your lord?"

Zhu Yan looked at the black clouds that were surging rapidly in the air, and the overwhelming tyrannical aura that was surging madly from the Shangyuan Palace, his eyes changed, and he said suspiciously: "Your Excellency can't be crazy, right?" This breath is really not right. ”

Wu Xian and Zhu Yan suddenly became anxious, and after discussing it, the two decided to forcibly open the door of the Shangyuan Hall and go in to see the situation of the Demon Emperor.

At this moment, the door of the Shangyuan Hall opened with a creak, and the Demon Emperor was covered in black gas and slowly walked out of it.

(End of chapter)

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