Sikong sneered lightly, and there was a faint depth of astringency in his eyes.

"The blood in our bones will no longer flow as alive as humans, and the hearts under our chests will be dead forever, and in the end, the soul in this body is only living on bloodthirsty instincts. ”

He chuckled: "I have spent a long and boring time in loneliness, but I still feel throbbing at the words of that little girl of the Ninth Meridian." ”

His fingertips rubbed the rim of the glass, and the bright red liquid contained his scarlet pupils.

"In this world, no one will feel sad and worried because the corpse demon cannot taste the flavors of the world, and human beings will only spit on the corpse demon to live on blood and feed on people.

Mo said that at the last moment of death, there will be humans who will take the initiative to offer blood food. I have seen countless human monks, all the time, even at the last moment, thinking about how to cut off my head, dig out my heart, and dedicate it to the high and shining Immortal Venerable. ”

He tapped his heart, and under Kona's gaze, he smiled and said: "It has never been us who has decided that we are demons, but the hundred immortal sects in this world. ”

After taking the last sip of wine in his glass, he threw the golden bottle casually, his eyes killing like night.

"So, how do you know for sure that the boy has lost all his memories? ”

Without waiting for Xingwu to speak, he hooked his lips and smiled: "I advise you to answer my question seriously, otherwise, I don't mind breaking the contract and taking your life here, so that the lost bones can lie back again." ”

Konoi looked at the blood stains left on the ground between the battle arenas, and he walked over slowly, his black robe fluttering like floating sand at night.

He squatted down, wiped a trace of blood from his fingers, and said, "Eyes, his eyes are too clean, those are not the eyes that a corpse demon can have." ”

Sikong hummed meaningfully: "Indeed, the corpse demon is a person who is desperate for a tragic death and has experienced all kinds of suffering, so that he can maintain the immortality of his resentful spirit, and then be assimilated and resurrected by the corpse demon ancestor.

Corpses and demons are all evil and evil beings, and what is hidden in the dark and dirty eyes is what the human heart is most afraid of seeing. Because you have lost your memory, your eyes are as clear as a child, and the explanation you give is perfect. ”

The finger he had placed on the armrest of the throne lifted lightly and fell, and a bit of the remnant of the cup that had fallen from the golden bottle was suspended and turned into a very thin and long line of blood.

The blood line flew out, but the wind was like a sudden storm, and the sound of a terrifying rumbling wind erupted.

With a pop, Kono's left arm snapped and flew out with a puddle of blood.

The blood in the pupils of the sky seemed to go away with the storm, and quickly dissipated into a beautiful white-gold patch, making a shuddering wave, like a sea in a stormy night.

His tone was deep and dangerous: "The explanation is perfect, but you're lying to me." ”

Fortunately, the blood from the wound on his left arm was soaring, but he slowly got up as if he didn't feel pain, and walked to the distance to pick up his broken arm.

He looked at the sky calmly and calmly, and suddenly showed a smile: "It hurts, do you want to die once." ”

Sikong exaggerated and pretentiously raised his forehead and said, "This is really in line with the smile of a wicked person like you." ”

Xing Wu tugged at the corners of his mouth, and Mori's white teeth loomed.

"Having said that, my younger brother is really too interesting, the corpse demon talent 'devouring' has always been possessed by Xiao Li, and he can actually awaken the talent of the same attribute as Xiao Li, this is really a question worth pondering. Sikong smiled happily.

Konoi repaired his broken arm and said, "What's even more interesting is that he was actually able to pull out the Sword Mind Seal of the Immortal Realm Supreme Zhu Slash. Distinct ......"

His eyes narrowed deeply, and the dark eyes of darkness flowed with an unpredictable light: "It's impossible. ”

He crossed his fingers and placed his chin comfortably on top of his folded hands.

"I'm looking forward to it, my father has not created a new descendant for a long time, and even I am about to forget the appearance of my fifteen younger brothers after a long time. ”

Xing Wu snorted coldly: "You have been deprived of your surname, and the generals of the Corpse King no longer recognize you as the Blood Clan of the Corpse Demon King.

Although you are the first descendant of the generals, your name has long been selectively forgotten by those sixteen people, you are the 'sinner' of the corpse demon clan, this father, is not what you can call now. ”

Sikong's face was stunned, but it was rare that he didn't answer and went back sarcastically.

Yu Koai continued: "If you, who have killed fifteen siblings, still want to successfully kill the remaining two descendants of the corpse demon king's blood and thus gain the perverted pleasure of the soul, I would like to advise you to cherish your hard-won freedom, because from now on, times are beginning to change. ”

Sikong frowned and said, "It's really an abstract word of consolation. ”

Konoshi showed a weird smile: "For the sake of my good mood tonight, I might as well tell you another secret." ”

Sikong looked at him with deep eyes.

Xing Wu disappeared into the darkness with that black robe, and threw down the last words of the night.

"Lord Demon Lord has recovered and woken up, and the Demon Territory of the Underworld, which has been shattered for 100,000 years, has been recovered by Lord Demon Lord alone.

The ancient seventy-two prison demon generals also all surrendered to the king, and now the Northern Demon Sect, His Majesty will use the body of a human being, manifest the saints, control the Demon Sect, and conquer the three sects in the world. As for you, do it yourself. ”

Sikong looked at Hei Yan, and a stormy moonlit night gradually brewed under his eyes.

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The autumn wind is blowing, and the ancient forest is deep.

Because of this danger, there are people who visit, and the moss on the heavy valley wall spreads unscrupulously, making it even more desolate and silent.

Out of the enchantment array range of the chaotic valley, it is a dense forest mountain danger.

There is a big lake outside the mountain, and at this moment it is falling quietly and gently raining, and the thin rain falls into the blue and secluded big lake, which is not obvious, and the ripples are dense.

Next to a huge ancient tree, the rugged and wild roots of the tree break through the ground and protrude, exposed to the surface, and the black-brown roots have deep dry cracks on the surface, symbolizing the relentless erosion of mottled years.

Wen Hanwei half-leaned on the ancient tree, sat cross-legged on the root of the tree in white clothes stained with blood, closed her eyes and breathed to calm down her injuries.

Brian stood quietly and did not make a sound.

The white rabbit he picked up was lying next to his boots, his head resting on the top of his boots, as if he was drowsy and not in good spirits.

Wen Hanwei was seriously injured, which does not mean how weak she was in this fight.

It's just that the sky is too powerful, and it is in such a dark realm, fighting will only be more disadvantageous to Wen Hanwei.

She needs a long time to repair her pranayama.

The sky shimmered.

Heaven and earth ushered in the first light of the long night of expulsion.

Wen Hanwei did not recover from her injury, but she pinched a spiritual trick in her hand, collected the exercises to regulate pranayama, and stopped meditating.