The ghostly gaze is obscure like a storm and angry rain: "In just 10,000 years, the old departments that were loyal to the emperor in the past were disintegrated and disintegrated one by one, a reincarnation, the blood baby ghost tree, and the god realm spread that the emperor's bones were buried in the Santu River, becoming one of the white bones collected in the bone-eating spirit box. ”

Netherworld slowly got up and walked to the window lattice, watching the clouds roll up the starlight outside the window, and the throne hung in the sky above the long night of the eternal starry sky.

"I've been watching this scene in the Divine Realm for more than 300,000 years, and I'm already tired of seeing it, if it weren't for the belief that Wu Qi Evil can create miracles again, do you think that your father will still care about the name of the gods, and be bound to these nine heavens. ”

Yousheng was dumbfounded.

Netherworld sighed: "The old soldier is no longer there, when he returns, Sheng'er, do you want him to be empty behind him?"

The light of the fine starfoam floating in the sky outside the window sprinkled into the window lattice and fell into her clear black eyes.

Yousheng slowly lowered his eyes, and the plain hand in his sleeve tightened, loosened and tightened: "Father means ......"

Netherworld's gaze fell into the sea of stars, and his expression was indifferent: "Don't meddle in the affairs of the spirit world, Taicang Ancient Dragon, it is a matter of the world, if you are trapped, even if you pour out the power of the entire star field for your father, it will be difficult to protect you." ”

Yousheng's face turned slightly pale, and his voice trembled slightly: "Is the existence of the Taicang Ancient Dragon really a big taboo that even a character like my father cannot touch?"

Netherworld slowly closed his eyes and said: "A billion years ago, the heavens and the earth had not yet opened, regardless of the seven realms and Kyushu, the chaotic world, the lord of the ancient wilderness, a total of nine gods, the ancient god scroll did not record the title of these nine gods, only that the nine gods were immortal and immortal into the holy realm of great creation, immortal and immortal......"

Netherworld sighed lightly, and a faint sarcasm appeared between his eyebrows: "But in the Seven Realms today, Sheng'er, have you ever seen a trace of the Nine Gods' half-point breath?"

Yousheng's heart was shocked, and it was difficult to say for a while.

Nether slowly spat out a heavy voice: "That's because the nine gods were all robbed of their existence by two flowers born from nothingness. ”

Yousheng was cold all over his body, and the simple words of the dark world aroused the deepest fear in the goddess's heart.

The nine Chaos Clan Gods who had entered the Holy Clan were wiped out by the two flowers so lightly.

The dark eyes turned to look at it, and his black eyes were like the abyss: "Two forbidden flowers, one of them, was eaten by the dragon, and since then, the descendants of this dragon are born, and they will be born from the lotus." ”

"Since it is a taboo, it can be destroyed and cannot be protected. ”

Yousheng opened his mouth wide and was speechless.

There is no more half-point in my heart to return to the lower realm.

......

......

The mountains are covered with snow, and the residual red is like a touch of embers on the earth.

The bright candles in the south reflect the cold pines that do not wither in winter.

Rolling mountains, there are red lights reflecting the snow, looking from afar, like a very long red line, there is no end to weave the crimson beauty of the white snow of the mountains.

Guanlong Mountain, the place where the ancient demon venerable lives.

There is no golden splendor of the palace in the world, and the extravagant scene of glazed treasure tiles, but it is a bright lantern and demon fire to light the road, which is more atmospheric and beautiful.

Black Mountain White Snow, Minglang Mountain Pavilion.

The sun has long since departed in the west, heavens

The color is faint and dark, far from visible.

The bright lights were shining, and Cang Lian was lying in a black dress with hot gold and hot trim in the beauty of the mountain pavilion, and the night snow and cold wind blew her eyebrows, eyes and clothes, and she was left with frost and coolness.

In the cold pavilion, a brazier is placed on the ground, and a few pieces of winter potatoes are placed on the edge of the brazier, which is roasted and fragrant, and the warm and sweet potato juice oozes out of the cracked brown skin like honey.

The winter potatoes have been saved, but she has no intention of eating, her ruthless gaze swept over the green shirt ink shadow outside the cold pavilion, the beautiful face did not have a trace of expression, and the firelight reflected her eyes that were as lacquered as a long night.

Without saying a word, her temperament is undoubtedly a peerless cold arrogance and loneliness.

The man in the green shirt stepped on the snow, with a warm smile on his face, his clothes were lightly fluttering, and his hair was dyed with snow.

He approached the Han Pavilion ten paces away, then paused, and looked down at the shadow that belonged to him in the snow.

The shadow of the gods, falling into the mortal dust.

Although the snow was white, he still felt that he was stained with dust.

The man had a smile on his face that was warmer than the night breeze, and said slowly: "Thanks to the blessing of the Demon Venerable, this is the first time that this gentleman has been dressed in mortal clothes, to be honest, it feels like tearing off an ugly and lowly beast skin bag and putting it on his body, which makes people really want to complete the task now and leave this red and turbid world." ”

The green shadow drifted away, and Ah Wan stood quietly in the corner of the cold pavilion, looking up at a spider web on the pavilion beam above his head that was frozen and broken by the cold wind.

The moth had already fallen to death, but the spider weaving the trap had not been able to taste the food of the net, and was frozen to death and hung on the web, lonely and shaky by the cold wind of the night.

If it weren't for the moths hunting, the spiders hid in warm caves, endured hunger in their lower stomachs, and waited for the twilight and spring equinox, then they would not have died in this cold day.

Hearing the man's seemingly gentle and polite voice, in fact, it was secretly murderous.

Ah Wan shook his head slowly.

Obviously, this assumption does not exist.

For the viper spider living in the dark venomous cave, the hunger in the belly and the desire in the heart will always override the cold life and death.

Regarding the man's sarcastic words, Ah Wan's green eyes rippled with a luster that was softer than the bright light, and he smiled softly and harmlessly:

"It's okay if Lord Shenjun doesn't like to dress, if you take it off, there are few people on the mountain, and no one will care about your adult's habit and ugliness. ”

With such an innocent and serious expression, she said such a stinging word, and for a while, I really didn't know if she was seriously advising or secretly ridiculing.

All in all, the man only felt a punch on the cotton, and his mood was blocked and stuffy.

He glanced at the woman lightly, with white clothes in green clothes, crow feathers and black hair, and a clean and dusty temperament between her eyebrows and eyes, she was actually a Yousheng immortal, where was there still half a bit of worldly demonic spirit at all.

But it was such a clean and pure woman, under the man's frowning gaze, she turned around and slowly squatted down, ignoring the hem of her clothes that spread out like a green lotus and fell to the ground, stained with dust.

His plain and white hand reached into the outside of the brazier, and he was not afraid to pick up the charred winter potatoes that had been roasted in his coat.

Squatting on the ground, his eyebrows and eyes were serious, with a hint of focused smile, the tips of his slender and white fingers elegantly brushed off the burnt black potato skin, and the white fingertips like porcelain were suddenly blackened.

After dialing the winter potatoes, he took out a clean green handkerchief from his waist and wrapped the winter potatoes, and as if the gods outside the pavilion were nothing, he handed the winter potatoes in his hand to the demon lord in the beauty bed.

She squatted in front of her with obedient eyebrows and eyes, opened a pair of green vertical pupils, and said in a warm voice: "Master, eat potatoes." ”

The demon beauty on the couch is like a lazy and elegant big cat, with a casual posture of opening her eyes, lowering her head and biting the soft and sweet potato meat with her red lips, like a goose holding Danxia.

It's just that her appetite is not very high, swallowing the soft and glutinous sweetness in her mouth, she doesn't continue, and she looks sad and can't swallow back to the beauty bed, and her thin white fingers twist the snow-white velvet fur and cover her delicate body.

Under the eyelashes, the pair of dark eyes of the polar night were slightly lowered in the shadows of the night, and she glanced at the noble god monarch outside the pavilion with a look of pride, and the contempt and annoyance between her eyebrows and eyes were not concealed at all, she pushed Ah Juan's cold wrist and curled up in the velvet blanket like an anorexic small animal.

Ah Juan squatted on the ground with a well-behaved and good-tempered appearance, looked at the woman on the couch, and said softly: "Shizun hasn't eaten well for some days. ”

Her lazy and bewitching voice was slightly cold by the night wind and snow: "The deity is really tasteless." ”

The slender fingers circled the dark embroidery pattern of the snow-white velvet fur layer, which was the appearance of a fox, and the demon lord sighed softly: "It's been two years, and I haven't eaten a bite of the tender and lovely little demon for two years." The slender fingers suddenly tightened the fox between the velvet blankets.

She sighed faintly, her eyes as misty as the moonlight: "The deity misses him." ”

Ah Wan finally couldn't stop the good-tempered appearance on his face, and a blood vessel jumped in the corner of his forehead.

Compared with Lord Demon Venerable's reluctance to miss the little fox demon, Ah Wan is extremely unhappy with him and extremely bored.

If it weren't for this stinky fox, she would have left with Cang Lian, and with the help of her power as a Taicang Ancient Dragon, she would have opened the Dragon Tomb Forbidden Land and obtained what she wanted.

Why did he waste his time here in vain, guarding the loneliness and emptiness all day long, and only thinking about the useless demon lord of a man for two whole years.

Because of the twin spell bones, the contractual relationship, she can transform into three thousand clones to fall into the realms of all parties to seek great things, but the body is difficult to leave this realm, and there is a great tendency to delay her future plans.

Now, even the people from the God Realm have come, although Ah Juan relies on the Great Wheel Ming Palace, he is naturally not afraid of the danger of his life.

But now facing the Brilliant Gods, her hidden identity is very likely to be revealed, and once the life of the God Slayer is revealed, she will become the number one target of the God Realm.

Things seem to be getting more and more troublesome.

Under the pressure and crisis, Ah Wan did not see any heavy color on his face, and his face remained as usual.

Lord Shenjun, who had been ignored by the two of them for a long time, slowly narrowed his eyes, and the snowflakes that were swept in the night wind no longer fell against the wind, and the snowflakes were sharply suspended in the air by some magical power, cold and slaughtering.

Cang Lian raised his bare hand tiredly, and he scattered with the momentum of heaven and earth that his aura changed, and the sky was like a blade full of cold and devouring snowflakes, and there was no fire and self-immolation of black flames.

In the cold air, the frost was gone, but burned by an extremely terrifying heat, and the space could not bear to twist slightly.

Cang Lian half propped himself up, looked at him with a slightly cold gaze, his face was cold and bored, and said: "It's really annoying, except for the little demon, the other messy cats and dogs don't want to take a second look." ”