Ye Wentian was hung in the air, silently bowing his head, without a little anger in his body.

No one noticed that the heart of the Great Demon King in the chest was changing, and five layers of white-gold light film wrapped the heart, and each layer was engraved with complex divine texts, sealing the terrifying energy and demonic nature in the heart.

At this moment, the outermost layer of light dimmed, and after a burst of flickering, it suddenly shattered and dissipated like glass. After this layer of light film shattered and dissipated, the beating of the heart instantly accelerated, and the black and red blood frantically surged to the blood vessels of the whole body, bringing with it the violent energy and the desire to kill and devour.

The ghost boy had already begun to sharpen his knife, and his saliva was dripping down his face.

A low and seductive voice sounded in Ye Wentian's consciousness: "You are too weak, the weak will become the food of the strong, this is the iron rule of all things!"

"Yes, I'm still weak, but I've been trying to get stronger!"

"Yes, then why are you still tortured like this by a mere ghost king? You are too weak, too weak, too weak......"

"Who are you?"

"I am the devil in your heart!"

"Are you tempting me? You want to twist my beliefs and dreams!"

"Faith, dreams, what the hell is this! Without supreme power, everything is fake, it is fake! You don't even have the strength to protect yourself now, let alone protect the people around you, let alone any dreams! In the face of absolute power, these can be crushed with one foot!"

Ye Wentian was silent.

The ghost boy was about to take the knife, but the ghost king suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute, I'll add some more ingredients, otherwise it won't taste good! This kid has resisted so much these days, and the meat must be rancid! You raise his face." ”

The ghost boy agreed, and broke Ye Wentian's face hard.

The ghost king silently read a few words, and the space around him suddenly became hazy, and his four arms grabbed in the air, pulling out four figures.

Ye Wentian looked over indifferently and immediately recognized these four figures, which turned out to be: father Ye Tianzi, mother Jin Yuli, female marshal Teresa and Xiao Xinglian.

"Youluo Ghost Pupil!" The Youluo Ghost King shouted, and two blue lights shot directly into Ye Wentian's eyes, and Ye Wentian's eyes were covered with a layer of blue.

"One is your father, one is your mother, one is the woman you love, and the other is your sister, now I'm going to kill one of them, sue me, which one do you choose?"

"Xiaotian, choose me, kill me, you can't let Ah Li die again!" Ye Tianzi struggled and roared.

"Xiaotian, is this what you will look like when you grow up? I can finally see you again, you were only a little old back then, my mother really can't let go!" Jin Yuli stretched out his hand and gently stroked Ye Wentian's cheek, his eyes were full of relief and reluctance, "Xiaotian, my mother is dead, I'm not afraid to die again, choose me!"

"Honey, choose me! You must not choose your parents! Anyway, if I don't choose to transform, I will explode and die sooner or later, it's the same if you die early or later, choose me!" Teresa gently stroked Ye Wentian's lips, her fingers cold and soft.

"Elect...... I ......" Xiao Xinglian's voice was a little hoarse, but firm and unshakable, and there was a strong reluctance and attachment in his eyes looking at Ye Wentian.

A cold teardrop slipped down the corner of Ye Wentian's eyes, mixed with the blood stains on the ground.

"Whoever you choose, tell me who I choose!I'll count to three, if I don't choose, I'll all be pinched to death!" Seeing Ye Wentian's expression change, the Youluo Ghost King suddenly laughed excitedly, "One!" The giant claws slowly tightened, and the faces of the four of them turned red.

"Xiaotian, choose me, I am your father!

"Choose me, Xiaotian, my mother is satisfied to look at you!"

"Don't hesitate, dear!"

"Elect...... I ......"

"Two!" the Ghost King shouted, his giant claws clenched again, and a clicking sound came from the necks of the four.

In Ye Wentian's consciousness, the tempting voice smiled in a low voice: "See, you don't even have the power to protect at all!"

"Do you think I'm hallucinating? I know it's all fake, but I finally see my mother again......"

"She's long dead!Can you protect the others?How long can your father live under the pursuit of the Soul Splitting Sect, and the woman you love will soon face a transformation, can you rescue her and protect her, and don't let her become a plaything?Can you, can you, can you?" the voice almost roared.

"I can't, so I'm going to get stronger!"

"Then accept me, accept me, accept me!"

Ye Wentian closed his eyes: "Is it going to take this road after all? Whose fault is this?"

"It's your fault, your fault!"

"No, it's not me who is wrong, it's ...... This world!" Ye Wentian let go of all his thoughts and struggles, and fell towards the dark abyss, "Come on, let's merge......! My naïve ......"

The ghost king trembled excitedly: "Hurry up, I'm going to count three, I'm really going to count three!"

Suddenly the wind rose in the empty cavern, and the whistling wind rumbled and echoed.

"What's going on, where is the wind!" the ghost boy looked around vigilantly.

There was a pungent smell of sulfur in the air, and black-red flames suddenly appeared on Ye Wentian's body, black smoke billowed up, and a powerful and evil terrifying aura emanated from him, forming a black cyclone that revolved wildly around him.

The ghost boy suddenly let out a miserable howl, and staggered to the ground, his hands were full of black and red flames, no matter how he pounced, they could not be extinguished, and the flames were extremely hot, and they rushed up his arms.

"Lord, save me, save me!!" the ghost boy rolled all over the ground, and his whole body began to burn, like a black-red torch.

"Abyssal Fire!How is this possible!You're obviously human!" the Ghost King stepped back in horror.

"Three!" The difference is that this voice was shouted from Ye Wentian's mouth, the momentum on his body is getting stronger and stronger, and the flames are getting more and more intense, because his spiritual power is blocked, he has not turned into the body of the fire element, but his flesh and blood body is safe and sound in the terrifying heat.

The chains of restraint gradually melted in the high temperature, and Ye Wentian landed on one foot and stood firmly.

The raging flames rose into the sky, Ye Wentian's left eye suddenly opened, the red eyes were like the magma of the abyss, the whites of the dark eyes were like the dead night, the fine and dense lines spread along the eye sockets and crawled all over the side face, and the three crescent-shaped blood lines crossed the bridge of the nose with two horizontal and one vertical, which was particularly eye-catching.

The ears began to sharpen, the foreheads on both sides were raised high, and two black and red horns broke through the skin, sticking out a full thirty centimeters long, and a blazing flame burned in the middle of the horns.

"You're not human, you're an abyss demon, you're a demon!" the Ghost King sat down on the ground, Fang Cai's powerful cruelty was completely gone, and all that was left was trembling and fear from the soul.

The corners of Ye Wentian's mouth hooked a cruel arc: "Now, it's my turn!"