A few months ago, when Long Jingming fell into the moat, he really thought that he would definitely die, and he also thought that he had done too many evil things in his life, so he would end up being killed by thunder.

However, when he woke up by the Hidden Dragon River, he realized how ridiculous he had been. Because the primordial spirit hidden in his body was awakened by the heavenly thunder, the memories of the past few lives and beyond that instantly poured into his mind like a tide once made him suspect that his head would crack open in vain.

But in the end, he still did not die, and also rescued the loyal guard sword abyss that floated with him along the undercurrent of the moat of the palace to the hidden dragon river outside the dragon city.

It was also at this time that the thousand-year-old female demon Xiu Leng Xiangyuan, who had followed them all the way, appeared and questioned him, "Who are you?" Obviously you are already dead in the dark river, how can you suddenly come back to life by yourself? And him, do you have the ability to bring the dead back to life? ”

Long Jingming, to be more precise, has now turned back into the Yuan Shen Xuanming, his eyes are so cold and dark that there is no trace of warmth, and he raised his hand to grab Leng Xiangyuan in the air, and easily restrained his neck.

"Well, the deity remembers you, it's not easy for a thousand-year-old female demon cultivator to be able to do something like you. The deity has just woken up, and it is the time when you need nourishment and conditioning, so you can stay and cultivate with me for the time being. ”

When she got closer, she found that Long Jingming in front of her was really not the Xuan Emperor of the past, although his appearance and body had not changed, but his whole person's momentum and bottomless demonic nature all made her tremble in her thousand-year-old demon cultivation, and she didn't even dare to refuse his request for double cultivation.

"Dare to ask, dare to ask where the Demon Venerable is sacred? It's good for the little ones to know what kind of powerful characters they will rely on in the future. ”

Leng Xiangyuan, who was finally let go of his neck, didn't dare to use any mana to let himself fall directly to the ground, and then showed a pitiful appearance, looking timidly at Long Jingming, who was no longer Emperor Xuan.

Xuan Ming, who was hanging his head and pinching his fingers to count something, didn't pay attention to the little demon cultivator, just twisted his eyebrows and said to himself: "In this life, he actually woke up the Yuan Shen first, and after all, he still didn't escape the fate of falling in love with her and killing her......"

Leng Xiangyuan couldn't understand what he was talking about at all, and when he saw his cold and ruthless expression, there were faint wisps of helplessness and pathos, secretly speculating that this Demon Venerable Lord was only afraid that most of him was also trapped by love.

In the following months, Leng Xiangyuan obediently followed Xuan Ming and became the sword abyss of demon cultivation after he came back to life, and he double-cultivated with the two of them while traveling north.

Demon cultivation is different from those righteous monks who are sanctimonious, and double cultivation has nothing to do with love for them, just to quickly improve their cultivation, so they will never identify only one monk.

Of course, there have been a few well-known demon cultivators who are so-called long-lived, and because of the obsession in their hearts, they no longer cultivate with others, but after all, they are only a few.

It wasn't until much later that Leng Xiangyuan was able to know the name of Xuan Ming and that he was actually the former god of winter.

But during this period, although she couldn't figure out his identity, after several double cultivations, she completely recognized that this was definitely a powerful character she couldn't afford to offend. Even the sword abyss beside him who had just entered the demon, with his help, in just a few months of cultivation, was almost on par with her demon cultivation who had been cultivating for thousands of years.

Just when Feng Huanling in the Shenlong country gave birth to her and Long Yucang's dragon and phoenix fetus without danger, Xuan Ming and his party finally arrived in Kyoto, the ice city of Xuanwu Kingdom.

At that time, Xuan Zhuo, who had completely controlled the power of the emperor of the Xuanwu Kingdom, was fighting with the new favorite concubine in the dormitory.

When she saw the two men and a woman who seemed to appear out of thin air, the favorite concubine screamed first, and when the peach-colored Xuanzhuo impatiently followed the voice, the evil fire in her body was instantly extinguished, and it was already a thousand miles in the blink of an eye.

"You, how did you get in?"

Xuan Zhuo grabbed a robe and put it on his body to cover his ugliness, he was originally very annoyed when he saw Long Jingming, if it weren't for this guy's untrustworthiness, he wouldn't have had to deal with his imperial brother Xuan Shuo for so long to completely take his throne.

But first, he had heard that Long Jingming had also been usurped by King Cheyue in the Shenlong Kingdom, and secondly, he had obviously received the news of Emperor Xuan's death, but he saw a living person, and what was even more strange was that the facial features were the same, but the momentum and temperament of the whole person were not the same as in the past.

If Long Jingming in the past was just a ruthless person, then he in front of him just gave people the feeling of being a cold-blooded and ruthless demon, a real demon!

"The deity is not interested in your throne, but if you want to conquer the entire Yuangui Continent, you must have a starting point. Your Xuanwu Northern Land is related to me, so the deity decided to start a revenge plan from you. ”

Xuan Ming stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air, and the favorite concubine of the Burning Emperor, who was trying to escape secretly, flew to his hand involuntarily, and then saw that the blood veins on the back of his hand that grabbed her neck surged slightly, and in an instant, the originally delicate flower-like person turned into a crumpled black corpse.

Xuan Zhuo, who had never seen such a method, was immediately frightened and his legs weakened, and the spring breeze at the corners of his eyebrows, which was more delicate than a woman, was no longer only frightened, but also obediently put away his fox-like cunning, for fear that if he was a little weak, he would become the next dry corpse in the hands of the other party.

A few days later, Xuan Zhuo officially ceded the position of Emperor of Xuanwu Kingdom to Xuan Ming, and there were naturally many old ministers in the court who did not know the inside story, but soon all the opposition was replaced by horror, and the old ministers who opposed the most fiercely earlier had turned into a dried corpse that seemed to have been drained of blood.

Although absorbing the essence of these mortals is a drop in the bucket for the cultivation of Xuan Ming, it is obviously extremely effective in deterring others.

After arranging the will to order the entire Xuanwu Kingdom to recruit troops on a large scale, Xuan Ming handed over the remaining specific chores to Xuan Zhuo to do, and he returned to the harem to continue to intensify his cultivation.

If he just wants to conquer the human beings of this continent, with his current level of recovery of the primordial god, it is more than enough, but the ultimate opponent he will face in the end is the son of the Emperor of Heaven, that is the moon god Shanchen who has occupied the glory of the Three Realms, even if the primordial god has not been fully recovered, it is not a god that he can underestimate.

What's more, from the human world to the demon world and then to the current human world, they have been fighting for thousands of years, and taking it lightly at any time will only make them suffer!

Xuan Ming returned to the emperor's bedroom, pushed Leng Xiangyuan, who was looking through the ancient scrolls in the study, on the bookcase, and regardless of whether she was ready or not, he directly tore all the barriers and rushed himself into her.

No matter how long he has been through this, Leng Xiangyuan still can't bear such a pitiless forcible occupation, and he can't help but cry out in pain, but he can't get the slightest pity from the demon on his body. Because he doesn't have any humanity at all, and he doesn't treat her as a "person" at all, I'm afraid that even if he is regarded as a furnace, he can't find a more suitable furnace and has to make do with it for the time being.

This kind of thought made Leng Xiangyuan, a thousand-year-old demon cultivator who should have been accustomed to ruthlessness and cruelty, unable to suppress the cold all over her body, and her body that couldn't get hot would only make her suffer more pain and torture under Xuan Ming's body, as if she was pierced by an incomparably sharp and cold blade again and again.

When this torture was over, the ghostly and uncertain Jian Yuan appeared in the study, and he didn't even glance at the snow-white female body that was still trembling on the bookcase, but reported to the master with an expressionless face: "There is a woman who calls herself Zi Ling who asks to see her. ”

Xuan Ming raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this name, which was already a surprising enough expression for him after the Yuan Shen woke up.

So after a while, a beautiful woman with a full aura and only a layer of purple veil appeared in the study.

Leng Xiangyuan, who had eased some strength, barely stood up and looked over, and immediately said with surprise on his face: "Feng Qingwan? You, why did you come to Xuanwu Kingdom? ”

Just by a glance, he knew that this demon cultivator had just double-cultivated with the demon god, and Zi Ling was so unhappy in his heart, so he didn't bother to pay attention to her question, so he only took the initiative to send his soft and white body to Xuan Ming's arms, and said angrily: "I haven't seen you for more than a hundred years in the blink of an eye, but Zi Ling wants to annoy the adult." ”

Xuan Ming was unmoved by the warm fragrant nephrite in his arms, and asked coldly: "You are from the Divine Dragon Kingdom, I heard that Feng Huanling gave birth to a pair of dragon and phoenix fetuses for Shan Chen?" The reincarnation of previous lives was not so blessed, the pair of dragon and phoenix twins, have you ever explored? ”

Her primordial spirit has not yet been awakened, so now she is still just Feng Huanling, or Feng Huanling with Yan Wushuang's soul.

However, the child born to the two of them made him have to pay attention to it, after all, it was a situation that had never occurred in all past reincarnations!

Although he was dissatisfied with the indifference of the Demon God Lord to him, Zi Ling did not dare to show the slightest displeasure, and still smiled softly: "The slave family naturally went to visit, but the mana of the moon god is too strong, even if the slave family tries hard, they are still kicked out in the end." However, before the two children were about to give birth, the slave family had the opportunity to get close and visit, and it seemed that ......"

It's not that Zi Ling deliberately wants to sell Guanzi, but she really can't find the right words to describe it for a while.

Xuan Ming's patience has never been much, although he also knew that Zi Ling would never dare to deliberately sell off with him, he still impatiently grabbed the snow on her chest through the thin purple veil.

"Hmm......" Zi Ling whispered as if in pain, and her snow-like face was instantly dyed with a layer of delicate red, "My lord spare my life, slave family, slave family...... The Feng Huan Linghuai was obviously a twin, but the slave family only found out that one of them was full of aura, and the other, the other was no different from an ordinary baby. However, the slave family thought in his heart that it might be that the slave family's mana was insufficient, so he didn't find out the real reality. ”

Hearing this, Xuan Ming let go of the purple spirit in his arms, and walked straight out of the study with a gloomy face.