The girl's tender arms wrapped around his neck and hugged him a little jerky.

"Phantom Country......" The soldier muttered, the burning flame in his eyes gradually extinguished, and suddenly became calm.

Years of military service and the struggle in the maelstrom of power in the empire have given him great endurance and self-control.

"What's the matter?" asked him in a low voice of the beautiful woman, her voice soft and submissive, her voice still as beautiful as ever, but no longer irresistibly seductive to him.

The young marshal of the empire didn't say anything, the red and blue demon pupils had a suppressed look, but they didn't say anything, they silently lay down beside her, turned their backs, "Sleep." He said only these two words, and then fell silent, and after a while he fell asleep with even breathing.

He has developed the ability to fall asleep quickly wherever he is.

But she couldn't.

She didn't understand what was happening, the man who was so passionate about her a moment ago was as cold as ice in an instant.

She looked at his broad back and listened to his even snort, he could leave her alone in the dark night, sleeping so deeply!

Tears flowed silently.

From childhood to adulthood, she grew up in brocade clothes and jade food, everyone was respectful to her, she was very talented, highly perceptive, and practiced to the high level of the five systems of illusion at a young age, and was considered by the people in the country to be the most potential continuator.

She was born beautiful, and there was no shortage of suitors, but those illusory teenagers who came one after another couldn't make her happy, and what was too easy to get made her feel bored for some reason.

But for some reason, when she met this silent, calm man like an iceberg, she was suddenly moved.

She wasn't unaware of his reputation for killing.

But when feelings come like a tide, who is immune to disaster?

She is not a fireworks woman, she has the most jade and ice body, but she is willing to serve this man at the first sight.

However, the other party didn't want her.

Her tears flowed silently.

She choked carefully, trying not to be heard.

After sobbing for a while, she slowly sat up and got up in her clothes.

She looked at the man lying on her side, her eyes slowly becoming as calm as a night star.

She is a person who is high up and in the center of power, she must know how to restrain her emotions very much, she can't indulge her feelings, even if she loves again.

She looked at Yechen's back, her eyes gradually becoming cold and resolute.

Then the two hands waved, the slender ten fingers danced, and a series of seals were formed on the chest, the handprints seemed to be ancient spells from ancient times, extremely complicated, mysterious, between the dancing of the ten fingers, strings of starlight appeared and disappeared with the traces of the fingertips.

The moonlight was shining from the sky, and something was growing in the dark night.

The figure of the woman in purple slowly stood up, with nothing to support, and gradually floated into the air, her face was dignified, her red lips were slightly opened, and she chanted a series of ancient incantations in the ancient language of the Phantom Race, which she did not understand:

O yin spirit above the nine shadows, the god of the Divine Tree of Illusion,

Hear my prayers,

Give me your breath, give me a freeze that is colder than death,

I am willing to sacrifice my flesh and blood and youth to activate the forbidden curse of the rotation of all things,

Lift the curse of his blood, and no one will be destroyed,

Let's show the eternal calamity and ultimate beauty that even the spellcaster doesn't know,

As far as I wish, a snow-white landscape,

As far as I wish, a world of dissipation,

All I want, everything stops, stops, stops!

It is the most sinister illusion forbidden spell - the Wheel of Illusion Spell, which uses the caster's own flesh and youth as a sacrifice to sacrifice to the Nine Heavens Yin Spirit and the Illusory Tree, the god believed in by the Phantom Clan, asking them to eliminate the power of the curse "Blood Yingchuan" on the recipient.

Blood Chonghua used blood as a sacrifice and planted the blood curse, the highest curse of the blood clan, on Yechen's body.

She wanted to return with something more important, using her own flesh and youth as a sacrifice to lift this extremely powerful blood curse for Yechen.

With the chanting of the incantation, the surrounding trees made a rustling sound, and there was no wind, and a large number of shadows seemed to emerge in the dark night, staring at the sacrificial girl, her eyes were full of greed.

Something seemed to grow out of the girl's chest, gradually extending upwards to form the shadow of a tree.

Until the tree was fully formed, with a tall canopy and knotted roots, it was—the shadow of the Tree of Illusion!

As the shadow of the tree grew bigger and bigger, the expression on the girl's face gradually withered, as if the shadow had sucked the vitality and flesh, the muscles quickly collapsed, losing vitality, and her beautiful face was also undergoing strange changes, as if every moment was robbing away the youth of the general, and after a while, her body had undergone great changes.

Then, the shadows of the surrounding trees shifted again, and moonlight poured down overhead.

The body of the woman in purple also fell from the air, as if she had lost the support of her strength, and fell heavily to the ground. She fell to the ground, her hands touching her cheeks, a look of horror on her face, and struggled to crawl to the edge of the lake, looking down at her own reflection in the water.

The moon rippled in the waters of the lake, reflecting her countenance.

A long exclamation of "Ah——hh

Yechen endured it until the first ray of light appeared in the sky, and he slowly raised his head.

He didn't actually sleep all night.

He heard her sobbing behind him, he heard her chanting ancient incantations, and he heard the strange rustling of all kinds of sounds in the forest.

But he kept his eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, and did not open them.

If she is unwilling to take his life, then she will take it.

At that moment, he thought so.

But she didn't.

Instead of taking his life, she made a great sacrifice to lift the blood curse from him with the Wheel of Illusion Curse!

When she performed the spell, he already felt that some kind of shackles imprisoned in his body were invisibly opened, and the blood began to flow evenly, he no longer had a crazy desire for blood, and he returned to a normal person.

He knew that she would have sacrificed so much in exchange for breaking the spell for him.

His fingers gripped the ground, his body shaking, and he cried silently.

This is the first person other than his mother and the white wolf who is willing to sacrifice himself to save him, and he can't love her well, not even to say thank you to her in person!

At that time, the Demon Lord patted him on the shoulder and said: "The Phantom Spirit Country is the last piece of land on the map of the Star Fall Continent that has not been trampled by the demon clan's iron hooves, after this battle, I will appoint you as the hussar general, lead a million demon army, the division of the three armies, let you drive away, sweep the Phantom Spirit Country, unify the Star Fall Continent, you and I will become a tyrant that has never been seen before!"

"The Battle of the Phantom Kingdom is the battle of the Conquering Lan Empire, creating a precedent for a generation of empires, and it is very important!"

"Yechen, you are the pillar of the empire, the young marshal of the three armies, I regard you as a brother and sister, and I will entrust such a great cause to you, you must not bear me!"

"Yes!" Yechen, dressed in black flame armor and black cloak, knelt down in front of the Demon Lord, and Lang Lang responded.

The woman of the Phantom Clan, richly dressed, practiced five high-level illusions, in the Phantom Spirit Country, even if she was not an important minister with authority, she was also a very important person, once the two countries went to war, how would they face each other?

He can only cut off the love thread and snuff out the love that has just sprouted in the bud with his own hands, so as not to soften his heart in the future.

Once a person's heart is soft, it is like a sword with a gap.

And the Demon Lord of the Zhenglan Empire will not ask for a sword that is no longer sharp.

What the Demon Lord cultivates is the sword of the emperor, the sword of the king is ruthless, and if he wants to become the sword in his hand, he must also be ruthless!

Yechen slowly got up from the ground, as if he had been drained of strength.

The morning sun shone down from the trees, the birds chirped, and the lake in the distance rippled gently, like the waves of her eyes when she looked at him.

And she, like the morning dew in the forest, has disappeared suddenly.

Just as she came quietly, when she left, it was also silent.

Yechen suddenly fell to the ground and cried bitterly.

He cried so sadly, not only for the person who had just left, but also for the past of how much love had been missing in these many years of forbearance.

Why did fate treat him like this, and after he had lost the only thing he could have, he once again cruelly took away what had been sent to him!

No, he gave it with his own willing hands!

He was willing to sacrifice it!

For the sake of his ambition, he voluntarily offered what little affection he had as a human being, as a sacrifice of power and desire!

He wiped away his tears and stood up from the ground.

The lake is still the same, the woods are still the same, but in his eyes, the lake is no longer gentle, and the woods are no longer swaying.

Because his heart has no mercy.

As soon as his footsteps moved, he was hit by a hard object on the ground, bent down to pick it up, and held it in his hand, which was actually the jade pendant he threw away yesterday.

A mountain-shaped jade pendant with an ancient form and the shape of a teardrop in the middle.

He put away the jade pendant and put it in his arms.

This is the only emotional memorial in his life, and since then, he has been buried deep in a corner of his heart, never to be remembered.

He returned to the army.

The three armies shouted: "General Yechen!

He rode on a tall horse, heroic, and his cold eyes swept over the huge demon army, and the soldiers looked at the cold, iron-fisted, and ruthless general in front of them in awe, but they didn't know that he had just experienced the tempering of ice and fire, as if he had walked back from hell.