The succession ceremony of the new demon emperor continued, and after the ceremony, as his father, he moved to Fengming Palace.

"Wu'er—" He smiled heartily, and looked at the young man in a red shirt in the main hall with a pleasant face.

The young man paused and turned slowly.

But seeing that the eyebrows and eyes are exquisite, and the faces of all living beings are upside down, bewitching and youthful coexist, charming and natural. The tail of the phoenix's eyes was red and sinking, bright and dripping, and there seemed to be a mist in his eyes.

He actually saw countless fragmented shadows in the eyes of his young son, which was strange and abnormal.

"You are?"

Donghuang Fenghua didn't say anything, but he saw the words that the other party wanted to convey from those eyes.

"I am your father." He smiled stiffly and said softly.

"You're going to take me out?" Donghuang Fenghua is still silent, and a smile appears in his eyes.

"This" has turned into a human form, it is not impossible to let the young son appear in front of everyone at this time, he nodded with a smile.

Immediately afterwards, a strange thing appeared, he actually took a step involuntarily, saw his hand push open the door of the hall, and heard his own voice come out slowly.

"From now on, all prohibitions in Fengming Palace will be lifted!"

The young son actually used soul magic on him, and he was shocked.

In a gorgeous and extravagant hall, the man in front of the Hidden King was worried, she frowned two rather sharp eyebrows, and asked with casual concern: "Recently, you have been worried about the affairs of the Eastern Emperor?" ”

The man just sighed, but didn't answer.

King Yin removed the displeasure in his eyes, looked at him calmly, and said again: "My little daughter has been thinking about him since she saw Fenghua a few days ago, so why don't you let him marry into the Yin family?" ”

The man finally turned around, looked back, and stared at the Hidden King with an incredulous look. How can the youngest son say that he is also his own son, the true god bloodline, the most noble and ancient phoenix clan in the world, how can he be compared with the ordinary people of the demon clan.

"But Fenghua is different from those male banshees after all, and he can't give birth to an heir for the hidden family, so it's not appropriate this time." The old demon emperor put his hands between his sleeves, weighing the words and refusing them gently.

The disdain in King Yin's eyes was even worse, but with a kind and easy-going smile, he said heartily: "It's okay, as long as Fenghua and Yanran are happy with each other, why not?" ”

Thinking of the young son's innate different pupils, over time, he will be able to control others as he pleases. This old demon emperor is worried that the demon world will change hands, but also to prevent the young son from plotting in the future, if he can take the opportunity to send the young son out, first, he can control the hidden king, and second, he doesn't have to worry about raising tigers.

As long as the young son can restrain the hidden king's side, and now send people away, he will be able to avoid worries. What's more, in order to stabilize those hereditary families, he voluntarily married the sister of the Hidden King as the demon queen, as his son, why not sacrifice like this.

Thinking of this, the old demon emperor curled his lips and smiled: "Then let's do it according to the meaning of the Hidden King." ”

The picture turns again, in a fragrant women's boudoir, after Donghuang Fenghua was sent by his father, the outside of the house was immediately banned.

After a while, a beautiful and bewitching woman pushed open the door and walked in with a smile, holding a tray in her hand.

"Husband, after drinking this glass of wine, you are my hidden man." She chuckled coquettishly, her eyes aggressive and persistent.

Donghuang Fenghua just remembered his father's advice, did not doubt him, picked up the wine bottle, and drank it.

"You know, how long have I been waiting for this moment, phoenix blood, finally got it"

In a drowsy state, he only saw the woman's arrogant and distorted face, her eyes gradually closed, and she fell heavily to the ground.

I woke up again, cold, damp, and smelly.

Pain was the only thing he felt.

The air was filled with blood, and the echo of water droplets splashed in his ears, and he lowered his eyes, no, it was not water, but the blood that meandered down his body, like a stream gurgling, shrouded in darkness and night fire, beautiful, enchanting, decadent.

With warmth, accompanied by exhaustion, this is the bloom of life towards the end, just like the depths of the vermilion corridor, the snow, the carved window lattice outside the wind and snow of the red plum, gorgeous and dazzling.

And the blood flowing from his body is obviously contained in a special container without falling to the ground, which is to drain the last drop of phoenix blood on his body until he fails and dies, who is so ruthless.

He tried to move, and every small movement was a heart-rending pain. He looked behind him, but saw that the chains extending from the wall were covered with curse marks, cold and solid, like a dormant snake, biting its wings, penetrating through the flesh and bones, and penetrating through the wings on his back, submerging into the bloody artifact.

The woman actually thought of taking blood from the wings of the phoenix, and when he died of exhaustion, there was not a trace of it on his body, and she was vicious and thoughtful, and these people planned everything to lure him in.

What is it that can make these people mad!

The door opened, and a slender figure was reflected in the bottom of his eyes, still so bright and moving, dressed in brocade clothes. And he, embarrassed, with a pale and withered face disappeared into the darkness.

"Thanks to you, I can continue to live." She smiled and said, staring at the pair of long, narrow phoenix eyes that were undiminished, and snorted softly, "Are you hating me, don't forget, you are just an outcast, and I, the queen of the Hidden King, have thousands of favors in one." What is the Demon Emperor, and what about the bloodline of the Ancient True God, it is not yet a bowl of medicine soup for Miss Ben! ”

"Do you know why you are a dignified phoenix clan, but you were born unable to speak?" She smiled sarcastically, as if remembering an inconsequential matter, and brushed the slightly wrinkled folds of her clothes on her chest, "That's because you were forbidden by my mother when you were in your mother's womb, just to get the world's holy medicine phoenix blood in the future to cure my stubborn disease, but I didn't expect that the Demon Emperor really regarded you as an idiot, it was really stupid!" ”

She smiled openly, so sarcastically, so harshly.

The cold wind swept in low, and the red shirt spread out, like a blood-colored begonia blooming beautifully. He couldn't imagine that he had been calculated and coveted since before he was born, and he was unwilling to let it grow cold in this cold and damp dungeon!

At the moment when Yin Yanran turned around, he moved, raised a pair of clean and smooth hands, and quickly slashed at his phoenix feather wings, and suddenly there was a burst of bone-shattering sounds in the dead silence, which made people feel creepy.

Yin Yanran hurriedly turned around, and saw that his eyes were red, his hands were red, and he broke his wings and pulled out the iron chain with flesh and blood, which was shocking!

She had never seen anyone so cruel to herself, to see him staggering with bloodthirsty hatred.

"Now, raise your hand and slash at your heart."

The man's lips twitched, but there was no sound, and his cold and indifferent eyes were full of danger.

Yin Yanran was shocked by the light in her eyes, and the Lingtai was stunned, and she raised her palm stiffly, and in this bloody and thick night, it was decisively split.

That night, the fire was full of fire, and there were guards of the hidden prince chasing him everywhere, and he couldn't turn into a phoenix prototype with his wings broken, so he escaped by night. All he remembered was that he was like a paper kite broken by the wind, stumbling through the dark woods, and the cold wind howling in his ears kept him the only shred of clarity he had.

At this moment, a break broke out in the hustle and bustle, and the voice was majestic and solemn, making him inexplicably familiar.

The wind rose suddenly, the dead leaves flew up, and a huge and thick wall seemed to condense in front of him, cutting off his way of escape. He raised his eyes, but saw that the man's eyebrows and eyes were vicissitudes, Hua was draped, and a pair of eyes containing heavy anger locked him tightly, and the green muscles were protruding, and he was furious.

"Son!" He shouted angrily.

I still remember the first time we met, my father called him "my son" compassionately, but in an instant, he regarded him as a mustard and abandoned him like a clog. But he doesn't resent or hate, presumably his father was just deceived by traitors.

"Why don't you go and make amends to King Hidden soon!"

Donghuang Fenghua looked reluctant, turned around and wanted to leave again.

"Son, your crime of seriously injuring the daughter of the Hidden King is unforgivable, if she has three long and two short, you will die with your life!"

He froze and looked at the familiar and strange man in front of him

The scene changes, and the picture is finally frozen in a dark and dead world.

Inside the Eastern Emperor Bell, the meridian bones around his body were all broken, as if he had been run over heavily, and he watched his blood flow into the dark golden bell wall, merging with those complicated totem incantations. The bell rang in my ears, and every time it rang, it was a pain that crushed the flesh and blood.

He couldn't move, his eyes looked at the bell wall blankly, he knew that the Eastern Emperor Bell would be sacrificed with blood every hundreds of years, this was his father's choice, this was the explanation to the Hidden King.

In the eyes of his dearest and beloved, it turned out that he was so humble and so redundant.

The bell wall was red in his eyes, and the undead boiled and roared after feeling the blood, competing to devour his faint breath. When he was gasping, a fresh breeze suddenly blew in the suffocation, dispelling the noise, just like closing the door at the same time, blocking the noise far away, and the bell disappeared.

Donghuang Fenghua laboriously opened his eyes, and in his sight, he saw that the totems on the bell wall were impregnated with phoenix blood, showing a golden dazzling brilliance, and countless golden silk threads crisscrossed and crisscrossed, and finally converged into a dancing picture.

Feng Shan Song, Phoenix Dance. The reason why many years have passed, no one can control this Eastern Emperor Bell, but because the first generation of demon emperors is a rarer phoenix in the world, and those later demon emperors of the past dynasties are phoenixes, no one has learned to dance, and they have never thought that this Eastern Emperor Bell can only be bound by phoenix blood.

Born after his death, he became the destined lord of the Eastern Emperor Bell.

At this moment, Yin Yanran was completely immersed in the picture created by the Eastern Emperor Fenghua, and felt every pain and despair experienced by the other party as if she were there.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on her smooth forehead, and the blood beads dripped down, and the bones on her body were broken and broken under the crushing of the bell, like a porcelain doll, so vulnerable.

This pain has been spreading and continuing, making people run and despair, and the dull bell ringing in the ears seems to come from the distant side, bloody and blood-red in the eyes.

She is like the slender young man in the picture, lying motionless in the ancient clock, clearly feeling the blood flowing from under her body, merging until the soul dissipates and the flesh is cast into the bell wall to be freed. The pain of this moment made her want to kill herself.