"Demon Lord, do you have any other feelings in your heart! Isn't there anything other than the ambition to become stronger, and there is not the slightest other pursuit and ideal in your heart? ”

Among the people who heard the words, Yan Chixia stared at Yang Jiao with burning eyes.

"Dominating the Three Realms, isn't that the ideal of my Yin Moon Dynasty!"

There was a cold light in the corners of Yang Jiao's eyes.

"You...... The devil is deep and incorrigible! ”

Yan Chixia was choked and said angrily.

"The joys and sorrows of people are not the same, and after listening to the story of the so-called seven generations of resentful couples, I only feel noisy."

Yang Jiao's expression was indifferent and casual.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room instantly solidified, and it began to be silent, and the people present really didn't know what to say to this ruthless demon lord.

Sometimes, Yan Chixia and the others were very confused, whether this Yin Moon Demon Lord had also practiced the secret trick of Xuanxin.

His ruthless appearance is simply inferior to Yan Hongye, who has gone mad.

At this time, Zhuge Wuwei broke the deadlock.

"Seven Nights Demon Lord, you just said that letting the Lunar Moon Dynasty dominate the Three Realms is just a dream passed down from the first generation of your Lunar Moon Dynasty Demon Lord overnight, because of love and hatred."

"After all, it's not your own idea at all, don't you have your own dreams?"

Yang Jiao's eyes flashed slightly, dream? What dreams do the dying and struggling have?

After a while, Sima Sanniang saw that Yang Jiao hadn't spoken for a long time, and immediately felt a little surprised:

"Demon Lord, you really don't even have your own dreams!"

"There are thousands of floating worlds, and there are three of my loves."

"Fairness, Justice and Strength."

"Dreams? But in vain! ”

Yang Jiao's cold eyes were full of profundity, as if he remembered what happened to him in the main world.

"Hahaha."

In vain, Yan Chixia let out a burst of laughter, with a slight sarcasm in her tone:

"Fairness and justice? Demon bandits, dare to say anything about fairness and justice! ”

"Demon Lord, would you write these words? I'm afraid that only the word strength is what you really want. ”

"Summer insects can't talk about ice, and cockroaches don't know spring and autumn."

Yang Jiao glanced at him, then stopped speaking, and Yan Chixia also stopped talking, and her face was depressed.

Suddenly realized that in the end, I still didn't figure out who was the real resentment of the seventh generation.

Su Tianxin sighed:

"Since we can't find out who is the Seventh Resentful Couple, let's first figure out how to get out of the City of Tears."

"After hundreds of years, the city without tears is now difficult for me to suppress."

"I'm afraid that everyone won't last long, and they will be wept by the growing sadness in the city, and then the cadres will be reborn and their lives will be in danger."

"For today's plan, the only way to stop the demon with love, let Yan Hongye, who is the seventh marriage, fall in love with Wuwei, so as to resolve Yan Hongye's madness.

"This can also allow her to completely practice the mysteries of the Xuanxin, kill the cadres, and let everyone get out of the city without tears."

Hearing this, most people looked at Yan Hongye with complicated eyes, they couldn't imagine how she could fall in love with Zhuge Wuwei in a short period of time when she was emotionless now.

At this time, Sima Sanniang got up and stood up:

"Come on, let's go out first, leave some private space for them, and have a good chat."

Yang Jiao got up suddenly, and as the intensity of the sadness in the City of Tears continued to increase, the speed at which he absorbed the power of grief and grief also accelerated.

In the dark, it touched the heartstrings of that inspiration, forcing him not to want to waste time here.

What's more, the sadness in the city has deepened so abnormally, not because it is not because of its continuous absorption.

Therefore, Yang Jiao left quickly without saying a word.

"Look, this demon lord is quite eye-catching!"

Sima Sanniang said with a smile, didn't hesitate, and left with a few other people.

"Bearded, what are you still rubbing, now it's all you left."

Suddenly, Sima Sanniang looked at Yan Chixia in the house, and she looked hesitant, and immediately shouted.

"Oops, here, here."

Yan Chixia endured the twist in her heart, and walked out reluctantly, if it weren't for her daughter's life in danger, see who would dare to hit her precious daughter's attention.

"Yan Hongye."

Zhuge Wuwei saw that Yan Hongye also wanted to step out of the room, and immediately stopped her.

Then he walked in front of Yan Hongye and stared at her with clear and sincere eyes:

"Let's try to get started."

Seeing Yan Hongye's expression, he was stunned for a moment, and continued:

"I mean, let's try to fall in love with each other."

"Less nonsense, have you forgotten, I'm an emotionless person."

Yan Hongye's eyebrows and eyes were cold, and she wanted to leave sideways after speaking.

"It's not, it's the only way to cure you."

Zhuge Wuwei hurried a few steps, followed behind Yan Hongye and shouted affectionately.

"Perhaps, in such a short period of time, it is simply impossible."

"However, at this time, everyone can only hope for a miracle to happen, and if we don't try, the miracle will not come at all."

Suddenly, Yan Hongye stopped, turned around and stared at Zhuge Wuwei with sharp eyes:

"Do you want me to use the mysteries to kill the general, and then get out of here?"

Zhuge Wuwei's eyes were like a clear spring, and he said slowly:

"The most important thing is that if you truly love each other, not only can you cure your illness, but we will not be lonely in the future."

"Okay, then let's try."

Yan Hongye's eyes crossed a temporary fluctuation that was not easy to detect.

"But how do you get started?"

Zhuge Wuwei said helplessly with a little distress.

......

Three days later, in the City of No Tears, in a hidden chamber.

At the center of Yang Jiao's eyebrows, it seems to be the power of incarnation of a bottomless abyss, encroaching on the sadness and grievances of the tearless city like a storm.

His entire body couldn't help but exude a gloomy and gloomy demonic aura.

At this time, the endless demonic qi in Yang Jiao's knowledge of the sea primordial god had already begun to roar over the river and the sea.

It seems to be about to erupt violently.

It's not too late, it's not too late.

Yang Jiao was like an incarnation of a funnel, sucking the power of grief and grief in the city into his body quickly.

"Whew!"

I saw that he knew the endless demonic energy in the sea yuan god, under the effect of the sad demonic energy of the city without tears.

In an instant, a raging fire ignited, turning into an endless sea of fire, and a monstrous gloomy and cold fire burst out in the sea of knowledge.

When the gloomy cold fire overwhelmingly enveloped Yang Jiao's Yuan Shen, because of the practice of slashing the sky and drawing the sword, the sword intent that was full of the Yuan Shen came out without 0 showing weakness.

As the two sides fought openly and secretly, the sword technique of slashing the sky and drawing swords was difficult to support after all, and it was gradually wrapped in endless gloomy and cold firelight, blending with it.

The fire that contains the sword intent of the sword slashing technique is sharper and stronger, and it is domineering.

Slowly began to spread throughout the sea of knowledge.

There is only the place where the Yin Monument is projected, and it is not covered.

Then it overflowed into the sea of knowledge, invading Yang Jiao's limbs and bones, muscles, bones, blood marrow meridians and acupoints around his body.

In the end, even the Heavenly Demon Sacred Armor Sutra, which was originally operating on its own in the body, gradually changed its original trajectory under the invasion of firelight, and spread to all corners of the body with it.

When Yang Jiao's whole body was filled with gloomy and cold firelight, his body was radiant, like colorful black.

From the inside out, there is a repressed and deep demonic nature.

Suddenly, a seemingly boundless dark cloud appeared over the city of tears.

The clouds flashed and thundered, and there was a roar.

As a result, the city is dull and depressing, like a big stone in the heart, and there is a possibility of being out of breath at any time.

Suddenly, in a corner of the city, a pillar of dark light rose from the ground, directly piercing through the dark clouds in the sky.

"Boom!"

In an instant, a fierce and overwhelming coercion swept through the entire city.