Yin Yanran's face turned cold under the other party's sneer, the hand holding the bow and crossbow trembled slightly, the tension in his eyes turned into anger in an instant, and he waved the Bright Moon Bow between the lightning and flint, and the move was ruthless.

The pain of broken wrists will not be tolerated!

Bai Meisheng slowly took a few steps back and stood still, a pair of narrow phoenix eyes swept from the bow and crossbow held in one hand to the woman with a resentful face, her eyebrows lowered as if she was compassionate, but the words she said made people feel like an ice cave.

"Since the Bright Moon Bow has recognized you as the master, the emperor can only take your life."

Yin Yanran looked at him in disbelief, this was still the unspeakable young son of the Feng clan back then? Is this the outcast who can easily decide his life and death with just one thought?

How could this be, how could he be so reckless in front of her!

The bow and crossbow in his hand slashed towards the Demon Emperor with the momentum of thunder, the degree was so fast, the power was so great, the air was squeezed and deformed, and countless small lights were like fireworks, and the cold light shimmered.

Bai Meisheng swept backwards and jumped into the air, not caring about the woman at the end of the strong crossbow: "The emperor is curious, he can't pull the holy weapon of the bowstring, how do you deal with it?" ”

The man's unique gorgeous voice said lazily, his phoenix eyes narrowed, and when he saw her approaching step by step, he teased her, raised his wrist, and untied the red rope between his wrists.

"This Donghuang Bell suppresses countless undead, the evil spirit is too heavy, use the flesh and blood of Miss Yanran to sacrifice the bell, you will also die a well-deserved death."

As soon as the words fell, the dark golden bell instantly became larger when it was thrown into the air, simple and solemn, and there was a faint sound of the bell.

Yin Yanran looked up in panic, and in her sight, the Donghuang Bell was like a huge whirlpool, the bell sounded in her ears, mixed with the sound of the wind, and the spiritual power in her body was churning and raging, her breath was disordered, and her internal organs were all trembling and shattering in this bell.

She took advantage of the last trace of the Lingtai Qingqing to sacrifice the Bright Moon Bow to open the defensive barrier.

Bai Meisheng's slightly raised eyes swept obliquely, and the phoenix feather pattern in the corner of the eye was bright red, making people like seeing the phoenix pecking fragrant wood, the fire of a star bursting out, the phoenix fan spark, and the wisps of cigarette smoke rising.

Yin Yanran saw him spread his arms in an extremely soothing posture, and his blood-red clothes were hunting and agitating, bright and bewitching. The frosty face of the moon was hidden in the green silk, half bright, half dim.

The fingertips of the thin jade inlay suddenly converged, clenched, and the water surface wrinkled like a brocade like fish scales, and the waves rose one after another, jumping.

The phoenix carving on the Donghuang Bell seemed to be given life, and there were bursts of melodious chirping, and the sound was heard closely, and it was actually bloody.

The surrounding illusions were squeezing and deforming, and she even felt the Bright Moon Bow in her hand trembling under the powerful pressure, and in the extremely dazzling golden light, she saw the face of the upside-down beings, with a happy smile, and saw his lips lightly open and move.

"Does it hurt?"

He said softly.

The defenses held up by the Bright Moon Bow collapsed and disillusioned, and the bells, cries, and whimpering like a boiling and roaring tide, surging in, so noisy and noisy, until it climbed to an insurmountable peak, and suddenly, the sound was silenced.

It's like falling into an abyss where there is no light, no life, the ultimate blackness, the ultimate quietness.

It's like being crushed all over. Pain was the only thing she felt.

In the darkness, a beam of light folded above his head, and Yin Yanran raised his head, his vision and consciousness gradually converged.

In the Donghuang Bell, there is a rope hanging above the head, the Donghua Fenghua is as enchanting as ever, leaning on the rope in a comfortable and casual attitude, the two bends seem to be frowning and not frowning far mountain eyebrows, a pair of eyes that seem to be smiling but not smiling, but in the eyes of Yin Yanran, such as the cold of the abyss, the pain of peeling the skin!

This man, with a casual and playful gaze, admired a person's struggle on the verge of death.

"Does it hurt?" He asked again.

Yin Yanran looked into those demagogic eyes, as if she saw the firelight in the sky, crying miserably, and blood flowed all over the ground under the shattered slender body.

Those scenes changed one by one in front of her eyes, and she gradually lost consciousness, as if she was in the midst of those flying pictures. And she is the slender figure, watching herself being ridiculed and feared.

"Feng is good at singing, Phoenix is good at dancing, but the young son of this emperor has been in the shape of a fledgling since he was born, stupid and dull, unable to cry, I don't know what the Hidden King has?"

The woman on the other side looked at the young son in the arms of the Demon Emperor, and said with a cold smile: "Not long after the birth of this phoenix, my sister passed away, which is really an ominous omen, the Demon Emperor might as well confine it in the Fengming Palace, to curb the evil, and guard the Eastern Emperor Bell." ”

"This" The Demon Emperor twisted his eyebrows and tossed and turned.

The Eastern Emperor Bell has been the supreme thing of the demon world since the beginning of its creation, and it is also the natal spiritual object of the first demon emperor. But after the Lich War, the ancestral witch fell, the demon world collapsed, and the Eastern Emperor Zhong due to the suppression of the Divine Vein clan, devouring countless undead, the evil qi was too heavy, but it became a fierce god weapon that destroyed the world and was sealed in Fengming Palace.

Except for the first generation of the Demon Emperor, no one can control this ancient bell anymore. If the young son is abandoned in Fengming Palace, it is reasonable and reasonable, and it is inappropriate.

Thinking of this, he looked at the Hidden King again.

Compared with the decline of the demon royal family after the Lich War, the hereditary families have risen one after another, especially the Yin family, which monopolized most of the demon world, and supported the army with self-respect.

Naturally, he can't rebel against the will of the Hidden King, at least, not right now.

"Then according to the will of the hidden king." He summoned his attendants and sent the young phoenix down.

Picture transformation, inside the Fengming Palace.

The young phoenix has been guarding the Fengming Palace alone for a hundred years, except for a few attendants who occasionally come to the attic to take care of him, and he doesn't even know where the wall is separated, there are his loved ones.

Time passed in a flash, and at the ceremony of passing the throne to the eldest son, Donghuang Fengshuo, Fengming Palace suddenly came with the news that the youngest son, Donghuang Fenghua, had turned into a human form.

The Demon Emperor was in a slight trance, in his memory, he had not seen his young son for many years, and he didn't know if the conjured human form had the style he had back then.

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 young son 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.