"Come on, Momiji eats more meat."

"Momiji, drink some more soup."

"Senior sister, this mushroom tastes good, you can have some."

The Zhuge brothers, Yan Chixia and his wife, all saw that Yan Hongye was just hiding the demons in her heart, and she frequently served vegetables at the dinner table.

Yan Hongye's pretty face was frozen, and she was indifferent to the care of her father and mother and the two brothers.

Put it in your own bowl and eat it yourself. On the contrary, even rice can be eaten with relish!

"Qiye, this little devil, is really harmful." After eating a meal of about a stick of incense, the sky was already completely dark, Yan Chixia saw that her daughter did not behave out of line, and said hatefully.

"He actually exposed the public case of Wan Jianyi in Qingyunmen a hundred years ago, and also washed the Tianyin Temple in blood, and ran to the capital to make trouble."

"If Lao Yan sees him again, he will definitely not let him go."

Hearing her husband mention Qiye, Sima Sanniang first glared at him resentfully, and then focused on her daughter.

"Mother, I'm fine." Yan Hongye put down the chopsticks that were brought to her mouth, and said astringently, sadness and pain crossed between her eyebrows, "Just like you and my father told me, it's time for the matter between me and Qiye to end." ”

"No matter what his background is, since he is now the Demon Lord of the Yin Moon Dynasty and the number one enemy of the righteous path in the world, I must make a break with him."

"Momiji, it's good if you understand." Sima Sanniang, who knew her daughter's strong personality on the outside and soft on the inside, was still worried when she heard this, but she was slightly relieved.

Yan Chixia's bearded face also relaxed.

"Momiji, you say that, it really makes me sad, have you forgotten our flowers before the moon and the sea and the mountains are swearing?"

At the same time that Yan Chixia and the others breathed a sigh of relief, a pure demonic qi suddenly surged from the spacious valley.

The demonic aura is vast and noble, as if he is the emperor of demons, and his frivolous voice is unusually familiar.

Syllable!

Yan Chixia threw down the rice bowl in her hand and rushed out of the room, Sima Sanniang, Zhuge brothers, also changed color.

Only Yan Hongye, hearing the voice of the man who made her love and hate, the jade finger subconsciously exerted force, and tightly pinched the chopsticks in her hand, and the wooden chopsticks were actually pinched into powder by her.

"Yan Chixia, Sima Sanniang." When Yan Chixia and the others came to the valley, they saw a man wearing a white power suit, a handsome face, and a pitch-black long sword at his waist.

After more than a month, the injuries suffered by Ming Xiaoyang in the battle with the Holy Maiden of the Three Realms have completely healed. The pure and vast demonic qi made it as strong as Yan Chixia, and Sima Sanniang couldn't help but change color.

The cultivation of demonic skills is almost endless, and the aura and cold qi between heaven and earth are constantly inhaled into the body, and quickly turned into their own power.

Almost every other breath, his magic skills would improve at least.

Late Shenyuan!

This young man who has just turned nineteen years old has actually entered the late stage of the Shenyuan Realm, and there is absolutely no one in the world who is his opponent.

Except, that man!

Thinking of that person, Yan Chixia and his wife looked at each other, and in each other's eyes, they couldn't help but be resolute.

Today, even if you fight to the death, you have to give the other party fatal injuries.

Behind Ming Xiaoyang, there was also a middle-aged man in a white robe, majestic and elegant, whose demonic cultivation was also extremely exquisite.

Although he has not stepped into the abyss, he has already entered the pinnacle of the sea of knowledge.

The national teacher of the Yin Moon Dynasty - the mirror is missing.

At this time, most of Jing Wuyuan's attention was placed in the cave ** in Panlong Valley, and in this cave, there were relatives who had been with him for hundreds of years.

Whew!

Cursed by the Queen Mother of the Lunar Moon, the blue devil who can only maintain the body of the demon dragon for the rest of his life and cannot turn into his original form seems to have sensed the arrival of his brother, and in the cave**, a dragon groan, and a huge head opened the lid and appeared in front of everyone.

The brother and sister who had been separated for more than ten years looked at each other, and joy and excitement appeared in each other's eyes, and Jing Wuyuan subconsciously murmured: "Sister." ”

"Sister?" Hearing Jing Wuyuan's name for the Blue Devil, Yan Chixia and his wife, Zhuge Liuyun, all had a hellish expression.

The blue devil is actually the sister of the mirror.

Doesn't that mean that Zhuge Liuyun is the nephew of the mirror!

The blue devil's huge dragon body jumped out of the cave**, spreading a pair of huge wings, as if to hug his brother again.

Jing didn't have the chance to see his sister's unspeakable appearance, a trace of distress appeared in his eyes, and his body changed violently.

In the blink of an eye, a white dragon with a head of dozens of feet, a few points larger than the thirty zhang dragon body of the Blue Devil, appeared.

A pair of dragon wings spread out, hugging their sister tightly.

The brother and sister two dragons hugged each other, constantly snorting, and a loud dragon groan came out of their mouths, echoing in the Panlong Valley.

Huge teardrops continued to roll down the eyes of the two dragons, dripping to the ground, making the otherwise dry ground unusually wet.

In the dragon groan full of complicated feelings, a pair of huge dragon eyes gradually became wrong, and the eyes that glanced at Ming Xiaoyang were full of shock.

I don't know how long it has been, the huge dragon body of the mirror has shrunk, and it has become the white-clothed Confucian again, and the blue devil is standing there, motionless.

"Holy Monarch, you ......" Jing didn't have a chance to return to Ming Xiaoyang's back, and shouted in disbelief.

"Teacher Jing, don't say it." Ming Xiaoyang raised a hand and gestured to the mirror, "This Holy Monarch knows what you want to say, but he doesn't want to hear about it at all. ”

"Uncle." Zhuge Liuyun's eyes widened, he looked at the mirror without a chance, and said in an extremely complicated tone.

What happened recently is really a big stimulus for Zhuge Liuyun.

He is actually the son of a man and a demon, the blue devil is his mother, and his favorite sister Red Leaf's real fateful marriage is his half-brother.

Now, another uncle has emerged, and he is actually the national teacher of the Yinyue Dynasty - the mirror is missing, if it weren't for Zhuge Liuyun's big heart, he might have collapsed.

"Flowing clouds." Jing Wuyuan has learned the identity of this kid who has met several times from the dragon language of the Blue Devil, and he is his nephew.

In an instant, Zhuge Liuyun's eyes were much gentler, and he nodded affectionately.

Although this pair of uncles and nephews are close relatives, their feelings for each other are really indifferent, and they don't know what to say when they call each other.

"Teacher Jing, this Shengjun didn't bring you here to let you recognize your relatives." Ming Xiaoyang's helpless words broke the stagnant atmosphere between Jing Wuyuan and Zhuge Liuyun, and said so.

"Ben Shengjun?" Hearing Ming Xiaoyang's self-proclaimed, Zhuge Liuyun, who had already been unable to bear it anymore, sneered and sneered, "Are you really the Seven Nights Holy Monarch of the Yin Moon Dynasty?" ”

"Seven Nights, you probably don't know yet, do you? The real Seven Nights had already been miscarried in the belly of the Queen Mother of the Lunar Moon, and you were nothing more than a wild seed that she picked up from nowhere! ”