The dark eyes of Netherworld are as dark as storm and storm: "In just ten thousand years, the old subordinates who were loyal to the emperor's son were collapsed and collapsed one by one. In a cycle of reincarnation, the blood baby ghost tree, the divine realm was circulated and the emperor's son buried his bones in the Santu River, becoming one of the white bones collected in the bone-eating spirit box. At this point, the power of the name has dispersed, and countless old subordinates of the emperor's son who were reborn in the name of rebirth. Sheng'er felt that Wu Qixie could not return to the divine realm, but he did not think so as his father."

Youming slowly stood up, walked to the window frame, and watched the flowing clouds rolling the stars outside the window, and the throne was hanging in the air above the eternal starry sky.

"I have been watching this scene in the God Realm for more than 300,000 years, and I am tired of it. If I hadn't believed that Wu Qixie could create miracles again, you would think that as a father, you would still care about the name of a mere God Lord and be bound by these nine heavens."

Yousheng was silent.

Youming sighed, "The old soldiers in the past are no longer there. When he returns, Sheng'er, do you want to leave him empty?"

The tiny star foam from the sky outside the window sprinkled into the window frame and fell into her clear black eyes.

You Sheng slowly lowered his eyes, his plain hands in his sleeves became looser and looser, and he became tighter: "What my father meant..."

The Nether's eyes fell into the sea of ​​stars, and his expression was cold: "Don't interfere in the matter of the spiritual world. The Tai Cang Ancient Dragon is related to the people of the world. If you fall into it, even if you give all 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 Taicang Ancient Dragon really a big taboo that even a person like his father cannot touch?"

Wei Ming slowly closed his eyes and said, "Billions of millions of years ago, the heaven and earth had not yet opened, and there was no distinction between the seven realms and nine states, the chaos world, the master of the ancient wilderness, and the nine gods were divided into nine gods. The ancient god scroll did not record the title of these nine gods. He only knew that the nine gods were all immortal and immortal and entered the great creation realm of saints, immortal and immortal..."

Youming sniffed lightly, and a faint sarcasm appeared between his eyebrows: "But among the seven realms today, Sheng'er, have you ever seen the trace of the nine gods' half-point breath?"

Yousheng was shocked and could not speak for a moment.

Youming slowly exhaled a heavy voice: "That's because the Nine Gods were all taken away by two flowers born from nothingness."

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

The nine saints of the Chaos Gods were wiped out by two flowers in such a light description.

Looking around in the underworld, the dark eyes were like abyss and sea: "Two forbidden flowers, one of which was eaten by a dragon. From then on, the descendants of this dragon will be born with lotus."

"Since it should be a taboo, it can be destroyed, but it cannot be protected."

You Sheng opened his mouth wide and speechless.

There is no more heart to re-lower the world in my heart.

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

The bright candle in the south reflects the cold pine that has not withered in winter and is particularly lonely.

In the continuous mountains, there are red lights reflecting the snow. From a distance, it looks like a very long red line, which weaves the crimson beauty of the white snow in Cangshan without end.

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

There is no luxurious scene of the imperial palace on earth, the glorious and glazed tiles, but it is a beautiful light and demon fire that is more grand and elegant.

Black Mountain Snow, Minglang Mountain Pavilion.

The sun has already left westward, the sky

The color is bleak and dark, far away.

The bright lights were shining, and Cang Lian was wearing a rolling gold-stening black skirt and lying on the beauty couch in the mountain pavilion. The cold wind blew across her eyebrows, eyes and clothes, and she was covered in cold frost.

In the cold pavilion, there is a burning brazier on the ground. There are a few pieces of winter potatoes on the edge of the brazier, which makes the potatoes smell full of roasted fragrance. The warm and sweet potato juice seeps out of the cracked brown skin like honey. You don’t have to taste it with your tongue, so you know that this potato must be too soft, glutinous and sweet.

The winter potatoes were already potatoes, but Cang Lian had no intention of eating them. Her ruthless eyes flashed over the blue-shirted ink shadow outside Hanting. Her beautiful face had no expression, and the flames reflected her eyes as painted as the long night.

Without saying anything, her temperament is undoubtedly the peerless and gorgeous cold and arrogant lonely frost.

The man in blue clothes came over the snow with a gentle smile on his face, his clothes were light and his hair was dyed with snow. Although he was wearing ordinary clothes, he could not hide the temperament of the immortal spirit in his bones.

He walked ten steps away from Hanting, and stopped and looked down at his own shadow in the snow.

The shadow of the gods falls into the mortal world.

Even though the snow is pure and white, he still feels stained with dust.

The man had a smile that was warmer than Ye Feng's face and said slowly: "I am the blessing of the demon master. This is the first time I am wearing mortal costumes. To be honest, it feels like I was tearing off an ugly and lowly beast's skin and putting it on my body. It makes people really want to complete the task immediately and leave this world of turbidity."

The green shadow floated away, Awan stood quietly in a corner of the Han Pavilion, looking up at a spider web that was broken by the cold wind on the pavilion beam above her head.

The moth has fallen into the net and dies, but the spider weaving the trap has not tasted the food. It is frozen to death and hung on the spider web, blown lonely and swayed by the cold wind at night.

If it weren't for hunting moths, the spider hiding in the warm cave, enduring hunger in his lower abdomen, and waiting for the evening snow and vernal equinox, then wouldn't he die in this cold and ice weather?

I heard the man's seemingly gentle and polite voice, but actually hidden murderous intent.

Awan shook her head slowly.

Obviously, this assumption does not exist.

For the poisonous snake spider living in the dark poisonous hole, the hunger in the belly and the desire in the heart will always surpass the cold life and death.

Regarding the man's sarcastic words, A Wan's green eyes rippled with a softer luster than a bright lamp, and she smiled softly in a very pure and harmless way:

"It's okay if the Lord God doesn't like to dress. If you take it off, there are few people on the mountain, and no one cares about the adults who are so obsessed with it."

With such an innocent and serious expression and saying such a sarcastic word, I really don’t know whether she is seriously admonishing or sarcastic.

In short, the man only felt a punch hitting the cotton, and his mood was blocked and stuffy.

He glanced at the woman in a faint look. She had a blue dress and white dress, crow feathers and ink hair, and her clean and eccentric temperament between her eyebrows and eyes was actually the fairy, and there was no trace of the demonic spirit in the world.

But just such a clean and innocent woman, as the man frowned and looked at her, she turned around and squatted down slowly, regardless of the hem of her clothes that dispersed like a green lotus, drooping to the ground, stained by dust.

The plain and fair hands reached into the outside of the brazier, and I was not afraid of picking up the charred winter potatoes that had been roasted on the coat.

Squatting on the ground, with serious eyebrows and eyes, a hint of concentration, and the slender and white fingertips gracefully pushed away the charred potato skin, and the white fingertips of porcelain were immediately dyed black.

After picking up the winter potato, he took out a clean green squid from his waist and wrapped it. He looked at the gods outside the pavilion and handed the winter potato in his hand to the demon master in the beauty's bed.

She squatted in front of her with obedient and gentle eyebrows, opened her green vertical pupils and said warmly: "Master, eat potatoes."

The beauty of the demon on the couch is like a lazy and elegant big cat, with her posture scattered and opened her eyes, lowering her head and biting the soft and sweet potato meat with her red lips, just like a geese holding a danyun.

But she seemed to have no appetite. She swallowed the soft and sweet taste in her mouth and stopped. She looked back to the beauty couch with a sad look that she could not eat. Her fine white fingers twisted the snow-white fur coat over her delicate and delicate body.

Under her eyelashes, the polar black eyes of the night were slightly drooping in the shadows under the night. She glanced at the noble god outside the pavilion with a depressed expression. The contempt and laziness between her eyebrows and eyes were not concealed at all. She pushed Awan's cold wrists, curled up in a fur blanket like an anorexia animal.

A Wan squatted on the ground with a well-behaved and kind-hearted look, looking at the woman on the couch, and said gently: "Master, I haven't had a good meal some days."

Her lazy and confusing voice was slightly cold by the wind and snow at night: "I am really tasteless."

The slender fingers circled the dark embroidery patterns of the snow-white velvet fur. The embroidery patterns looked like a fox. Lord Demon Lord sighed softly: "It's been two years, and I haven't eaten a bite of the tender little demon in two years." The slender fingers suddenly tightened the fox between the fur blanket.

She sighed quietly, her eyes as blurred as the moonlight: "I miss him."

A Wan finally couldn't hold her good temper on her face, and a blood vessel on her forehead leaped.

Compared to the reluctance of the demon Lord to give up the little fox demon and to eat the marrow and know the taste, Awan was extremely unhappy and very annoyed with him.

If it weren't for this stinky fox, she would have taken Cang Lian away long ago, and with the help of her power as the ancient dragon of Tai Cang, she would open the forbidden area of ​​the Dragon Tomb and get what she wanted.

Why do you waste time here, guarding the lonely and empty whole day, and only knowing how to think of men for two whole years.

Because of the contractual relationship between the two life curse bones, her three thousand clones could fall into various realms to seek great things to seize the Tao, but her original body was difficult to get out of this state, which had a great delay in the major plans she had planned in the future.

Now, even the people from the God Realm have come. Although Awan relies on the Dalun Ming Palace, he is naturally not afraid of life danger.

But now facing the glorious gods, her hidden identity is very likely to reveal traces. Once the fate of the god killer is exposed, she will become the number one target of hunting in the god world.

Things seem to be getting more and more troublesome.

Under the stress and crisis, A Wan's face was no heavy expression, and her face was still the same.

Lord God, who had been neglected by the two of them for a long time, slowly narrowed his eyes. The snowflakes that were swept in the night wind no longer fell in the wind. The snowflakes were hanging in the air by some magical power, and were cold and solemnly killed.

Cang Lianjian raised his plain hand, and he dispersed with the momentum of the world with his aura. The sky was like a blade full of cold snowflakes, and the fireless burned itself into a black flame.

In the cold air, the frost and coldness are no longer there, but are burned by an extremely terrifying high temperature, and the space cannot withstand it slightly twisted.
Chapter completed!