Yan Jing was a little surprised: "Aren't there the eyes and ears of the demon lord here?"

"It doesn't matter." Yan Fenghuan shook his head, "Whether he has eyes or ears, he only has the two choices I gave."

Her voice was softer, but she was sure.

Yan Jing's heart was shocked, and countless thoughts popped up in his mind almost instantly.

Finally he suppressed his excitement and the first question he asked was, "Your Excellency, why did you just say 'ten days'?"

Judging from the information they knew, the two choices given by Yan Fenghuan unilaterally sounded very arrogant.

But as the head of the Yan family, Yan Fenghuan still said this at the moment, then he absolutely trusted.

The only thing that disturbed him was the date she gave.

At first glance, it sounds that these ten days are the tolerance limit given by Yan Fenghuan, but Yan Fenghuan knows better than anyone how much he hates the demon clan, if there is a way to end their lair in one fell swoop, Yan Jing believes that Yan Fenghuan will not wait for a moment.

Sure enough, when Yan Fenghuan heard Yan Jing's question, he suddenly turned around and smiled at him, as if he was praising his acuity.

Yan Jing had some ominous premonitions in his heart.

And immediately after, Yan Fenghuan didn't answer him directly, but suddenly asked, "Yan Jing, do you want to meet your ancestors?"

When he asked this, Yan Fenghuan's eyebrows were crooked, and there was a smile in his eyes, which was different from everything he had seen before.

In the smile, there is a kind of cheerfulness and relaxation that has never been shown in Yan Fenghuan.

"What...... Isn't it?" Yan Jing was stunned for a moment, but then the question was stuck in his throat-

He saw Yan Fenghuan raise her left hand, the sleeves of her clothes slipping off, revealing her white wrists and some staggered scars.

The moonlight shone on her wrist, illuminating a small cloud of black mist gushing out of her wrist.

Immediately after, a bizarre scene appeared.

The black mist slowly opened up like the petals of a blooming flower, and finally it really resembled a blooming lotus flower, swaying slightly in the night breeze.

The black mist became solid, like a small jade black lotus, through which the moonlight flowed with clear light and shadow.

Perhaps the moonlight was too beautiful, and Yan Jing actually felt that something that was originally so terrifying seemed quiet and elegant at the moment.

Yan Jing's heart moved, his spiritual power covered his eyes, and his spiritual sense was completely mobilized, and he finally found that there were some strange fluctuations in the stamens of the flowers-

"This is, Soul ......," Yan Jing muttered in dismay.

As if to confirm his words, the black jade petals shook a little more, and the fluctuations in the center of its stamen became stronger and stronger, and the moonlight converged there.

After a few breaths, the light suddenly bloomed, and a sound similar to glass shattering sounded, and then the eyes shone back -

Where the light disappeared, the black lotus disappeared, and Yan Jing only saw a woman in red, her long black hair was tied up high by a silver crown, goose egg cheeks, the bridge of the nose was high, and her black eyes were deep and cold.

She was suspended in mid-air, as if she was a little distracted, but her eyes suddenly widened when her eyes fell on Yan Fenghuan below.

"It's been a long time." Yan Fenghuan supported his waist with one hand and looked back with a smile, "General Yan."

Yan Jing's eyes widened, and he finally remembered the identity of this woman-

The daughter of the first generation of the head of their Yan family, the young head of the family who once died for Yan Fenghuan, Yan Shuyu!

"The twenty-second generation of the unfilial sons of the Yan clan are respectful, and they meet the ancestors!"

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「……」

He bowed this time, and at the same time gave Yan Fenghuan and Yan Shuyu a whole day.

Yan Fenghuan's forehead jumped twice: "Cough, get up first!"

Although this "ancestor" was what she said, she really didn't think about it, after all, if you really want to talk about it, although Yan Shuyu's bloodline is from the generation of the ancestors of the Yan family, she has no descendants, and at this moment she only has the memory of the year.

For her, it was basically equivalent to a person who was old enough to be her father, suddenly kneeling in front of her and shouting ancestors.

It's really ...... It's hard to put into words.

Yan Jing naturally listened to Yan Fenghuan's words, and got up again, but after glancing at Yan Shuyu, he still bowed his head respectfully.

Obviously, he accepted his identity as the twenty-second generation well.

Thanks to him, the originally solemn scene suddenly became joyful.

Yan Feng smiled and shook his head helplessly.

And here, Yan Shuyu also calmed down after the initial period of stunned.

She bowed her head slightly to Yan Jing as a greeting, but obviously didn't have the heart to dwell on the issue of seniority first, her figure floated straight in front of Yan Fenghuan, and called softly: "Your Excellency."

Her tone was respectful, but she didn't mean to kneel down and bow again, obviously remembering what Yan Fenghuan had said.

The smile in Yan Fenghuan's eyes softened and nodded.

Yan Shuyu regained her composure, her dark eyes stared straight at Yan Fenghuan, and confirmed very seriously: "I ...... this time Is resurrection a hindrance to you?"

As if expecting her to ask this, Yan Feng welcomed her gaze, and quickly shook his head with a smile: "None."

Yan Shuyu kept watching her every move, and seeing this, she exhaled lightly: "That's good...... Thank you, Your Excellency!"

Yan Fenghuan didn't argue with her about how this favor was calculated, and seeing that she didn't intend to care about her own problems at all, she directly took the initiative to say: "Your soul was damaged back then, and you have been chaotic in the demon body for thousands of years, and now you are reborn, you still need to cultivate, don't use your spiritual sense and power for the time being."

Yan Shuyu was stunned and a little hesitant.

"Don't worry, I have the absolute power to protect myself now."

Hearing Yan Fenghuan say this, Yan Shuyu was also relieved, and then she responded.

"Your Excellency, what are you...... How?" At this moment, Yan Jingcai felt shocked in hindsight, his eyes widened, and he asked in a trembling voice.

As the head of the Yan family, he was the one who had completely obtained the inheritance after the eighth order, and he was very clear about Yan Shuyu's situation.

The creatures in this world, the cycle of life and death, are basically reincarnated.

But Yan Shuyu can't.

She was tortured by Ling Chi and could not be completely corpsed, her flesh and blood were completely devoured by the divine fire, and her soul was also shattered by external forces, and there was no possibility of re-entering reincarnation.

Later, Yan Fenghuan, who woke up from a serious injury, fell into the demon and used the devouring power of the demon clan to collect most of Yan Shuyu's broken souls scattered between heaven and earth.

However, the broken soul is weak and thoughtless, and it can be relied upon when it encounters driftwood, let alone the demons who are good at devouring.

Therefore, although Yan Fenghuan recovered most of Yan Shuyu's soul, she could only stay in the demon body in the end.

For thousands of years, even though Yan Fenghuan's strength has been growing, there has never been a way to completely separate the Broken Soul from the Demon Race.

Today, however......

Looking at Yan Shuyu with lowered eyes, Yan Jing's thoughts returned to reality, thinking of the topic they had talked about before, and he suddenly thought of one thing: "Is this related to the 'ten-day, deadline you gave?'

Yan Fenghuan smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth and nodded.

To Yan Jing's surprise, Yan Fenghuan didn't stop at the point, she saw that the two were silent in thought, and smiled: "Don't scruple, there's nothing that can't be said."

Both eyes immediately turned to her.

"The ten-day period is not so much for the Demon Lord as it is for me. I left the level ahead of schedule, resulting in the inheritance power of the Demon Origin God, and it will take me at least ten days to fully fuse."

"Demon Primordial?" Yan Jing is very unfamiliar with this word.

"Yes." "During the flood period, everything was chaotic, and the gods who were born with spirits were lonely and independent of the world for thousands of years. Gradually, like the great god Nuwa, there are more and more gods seeking other beings, and the one who dreams of the gods is also one of them."

Yan Shuyu said in a low voice, "So he succeeded, like the great god Nuwa?"

Not to seek, but to create.

Although it was a question, there was already some affirmation in her eyes.

"Not bad." Yan Fenghuan smiled at her, "She succeeded, and she created it herself

Created a strong and resilient demon."

Yan Jing was shocked: "Why have you never heard of this deity?"

The great god of Nuwa made people from the soil, and his merits are holy, and he has been recited to this day, if he also created a race, there is no reason to be nameless.

"It was she who gave up her godship."

"What?!"

"This Demon Origin God has put a lot of effort into giving the Demon Race many abilities that surpass other races, but the original intention is only to make this race have enough ability to survive and continue. But as time passed, they drifted away from her expectations."

"The demons are desperate for power, and they are destined to fall into endless strife and killing one day, and I realized this from the great god of dreams." Speaking of this, Yan Fenghuan's eyes suddenly had some admiration, "Therefore, when they devoured their own kind for the first time to gain power, she took action to end the entire demon race."

Yan Jing was stunned and speechless.

Shuyu took a soft breath, "What a terrifying determination."

It's not easy to create a race, and even if rationally speaking, the demon race is actually a very superior race.

As a creator, it is really admirable to be able to make decisions so quickly.

"yes." Yan Fenghuan also sighed, "If that group of demons is allowed to grow, I'm afraid there won't be so many god-level powerhouses in the post-spirit era."

"What batch?" Yan Jing asked, but suddenly realized that something was wrong, "Strange! Since this god has put an end to the demon race, why will there still be a demon race in the post-spirit era?"

Yan Fenghuan: "She did destroy all the demons, but she couldn't erase the many traces they left in the world. That's why she gave up her divine position and a body of divine power to keep her hands behind to deal with the resurgent demons."

"What's the back?" Yan Jingxin shuddered and asked softly.

"Nightmare Wind Thunder and Secret Inheritance." Words are happy.

Yan Shuyu was surprised: "Is the Yin Wind Thunder actually created?"

Yan Fenghuan shook his head: "It's not completely fabricated out of thin air, she used her divine power to refine a few Void Thunder Seeds, and then put them in the underground magma to absorb the power of the center of the earth for tens of thousands of years. When the demon reappears, it will also be born."

Yan Jing suddenly said, "No wonder the Yin Wind Thunder and the Demon Race are of the same origin."

It's all made by one person, can it be different?

"Is that the secret inheritance the one you said would take ten days to fuse?"

Words are joyful.

"So, with these two things, you can completely balance the demons?"

Yan Fenghuan nodded again.

Then he was anxious: "Then why don't you wait ten days later, and invite the demon lord now, isn't ......?"

Yan Jing's words were not finished, but he was dumb when he met Yan Fenghuan's gaze.

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