long night walk

Chapter 550
The resentful demon clan, following the explosion and igniting of this magic power in an instant, were completely extinct in the demon world.

Such a resolute, tragic, desperate assassination will miss again.

Ning Feiyan couldn't even afford to see the appearance of the grudge, and he had already disappeared in this world.

An unimaginably terrifying force invaded her body, and Ning Feiyan clearly heard the sound of her bones being shattered.

With a puff, she spat out blood, fell forward, and fell on the cold stone steps.

The skin on the entire back began to slowly crack open countless slender openings, and the cold and sinister force penetrated from those wounds, as if it was constantly picking open her flesh and blood.

The incomparable pain was enough to tear everything apart. In the face of such pain, Ning Feiyan suddenly felt that the sum of the tortures and pains he had suffered before was not worth mentioning.

She lay down on the steps, coughing up black blood from her mouth.

Large swathes of blood continued to flow out from under the clothes, trickled down the stone steps, and seeped into the cracks in the stones.

At this moment, she couldn't even control her own breath. The mountain was filled with thick fog, and countless colorful butterflies danced in the fog. It was the collapse of the original power from the Soul Shaman of Four Rivers.

Ning Feiyan was deeply shrouded and controlled by the majestic and unstoppable awe-inspiring sense of destruction.

She avoided unnecessary movements as much as possible to cause more trauma to her body.

But even so, even the weakest beating from the heart would tear those long, thin wounds on the back even deeper.

In such a desperate situation, Ning Feiyan forced her consciousness to be sober and calm. This is undoubtedly a very painful process. Being sober means enduring all the pain, fear, and death.

She was not despaired because of this, because she knew that She Moli could kill gods and demons, even if the real demon king was here, he would have a narrow escape.

She should have lost her soul the moment She Moli exploded in her body, but she didn't, miraculously struggled and survived.

Ning Feiyan knew that it was the effect of the feather that the old devil left her. Of course, the Nine Secret Death Scroll could not save her life under She Moli's destructive power.

It was the golden flower in Xuanting's sky, the mysterious flower that nourished the consciousness of the old devil's remnant soul, which subtly changed the king's feather, and was able to resist the explosion of the magic power.

Although her current situation is still dangerous, she may fall at any time.

But at least she is still alive right now. Since she is alive, there is still hope. Ning Feiyan will not give up any possibility of life.

Countless noisy footsteps could be heard in the dense forest outside the cave, and the flames reflected the long night. It was obvious that the assassination of the grudge had exposed the perfect aura that he had been hiding all along.

Ning Feiyan stretched out her trembling palms and propped her body up on the ground. Just such a simple movement made the wound on her back bleed more violently, and her pale cheeks were covered with sweat.

Resisting the severe pain of tearing her body, she raised her hand to calm down the chaos of the mist and butterflies flying in the forest, and clenched her teeth to cover up the breath of Sihe. I can't wait to die by myself.

She struggled to get up, and looked expressionlessly at the dark crowd of demons, headed by Erhe Zongxin, who rushed here one after another.

The sharp and terrified shouts of all the demons: "Protect! Protect!"

"The devil is assassinated! The corpse-killing guards are strictly guarded, and they will be punished when they see the offender!"

The demons were shocked and terrified. The Palace of Nether Continent had allowed a resentful demon to linger in it for such a long time.

The matter of the resentment demon clan refining the magic power has not been rumored, only the demon king and the demon clan spies in the memorial book know about it, and the supposed demon clan don't know what happened just now.

But looking at the stern appearance of the demon king covered in blood outside the Xuanting cave in the forbidden area, he guessed that the hateful demon just now had injured His Majesty's holy body.

An old man from the demon race dressed as a doctor came out, and said anxiously: "How is your majesty's Eucharist injury? Dare to ask your majesty's gracious minister to treat your majesty's injury."

Ning Feiyan only stopped his approaching pace with a cold look, the eyes were fierce and cold, and she said coldly: "The mere stream of resentful demons can know the realm of Xuanting and lurk here. Is this how you guard the city of Nether Continent?"

Erhe Zhuanxin took a look at Ning Feiyan, and frowned secretly, although the resentful demon clan's refining Shemoli was ordered by His Majesty Shaojun.

But the real assassination day should be at the King's Return Banquet, how could he suddenly attack today?

What's even more incredible is that she survived after being severely injured by She Moli.

Is His Majesty's cultivation now strong enough to compete with She Moli?
While he was thinking silently, above the long steps, Ning Feiyan's cold eyes fell on him from afar.

Erhe felt a chill down his spine, only to hear her voice full of fury and hostility: "If it weren't for people from my clan in the royal city to cooperate inside and outside, I don't think the resentful demon would be able to find such forbidden places as Xuanting Cave Mansion."

Er He's heart tightened, and he said calmly, "Your Majesty, calm down. If there is such a rebellion within our clan, I will definitely not tolerate it! It's just that your Majesty is seriously injured at this moment, so we should focus on the Eucharist as soon as possible." Treatment is."

Ning Feiyan's eyes turned scarlet: "Master Erhe just avoids the less important, because he wants to let our clan's rebellion hide its tail, and continue to hide under my nose?!"

Seeing that she was really angry, Bu Xin even felt that His Majesty's serious injury may have touched the scales of rebellion, so he couldn't continue to say anything, so he had to take everyone back to search for the rebellion in the city.

And without His Majesty's permission, all the doctors of the Demon Race dared not get close to take the initiative to treat her. Everyone could see the killing intent in her eyes.

When the demon king is angry, it can be said that all directions will be destroyed.

No one dared to make her unhappy at this time.

The gathered demons dispersed quickly like birds and beasts, and went to perform their duties.

Ning Feiyan looked at the deep night, and the feigned murderous aura in her eyes was gradually taken over by slumped weakness. She lowered her head and vomited two mouthfuls of blood, and was about to turn back to the Hades to suppress the raging injuries in her body.

However, God's will does not obey people's complaints, and a deep rumbling thunder sounded from the distant sky. In the terrifying lightning from all over the sky, black demonic energy swept across and split most of the sky.

The mysterious and dark aura crossed the borders of mountains and rivers, and was returning to the direction of Mingzhou with an astonishing speed and domineering posture.

Ning Feiyan's complexion was pale, and her teeth felt cold.

There was still one day left before the three-day appointment, and she had already returned.

Her eyes suddenly lost all life, and the mental pressure of death made her extremely tired and heavy. Knowing that today it is impossible to protect herself in the identity of the Demon Lord, she did not stop and walked towards Chaomu Hall without hesitation. The direction flies away.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of the demon king's return, he hid in the night, dripping with blood, but was very vigilant and careful not to leave any traces on the ground.

On the cliff, the figure of Yihe Shuci, who had left early, appeared vaguely in the dark shadows. She seemed to have a pair of devil-like pupils, cold and deep, able to understand Ning Feiyan's turmoil, indifference The thin blue-gray lips suddenly evoked a cruel arc.

When the Demon Lord returned to the city hall, there was already an uproar in all directions. The streets and alleys under the king's city were full of demon soldiers, and there were even demon generals stationed there.

They are checking and interrogating from house to house. Although Wangcheng is not a mess at the moment, there has not been such a big commotion in Wangcheng for many years.

The demon energy in the sky billowed into a ferocious dragon, and the demon monarch stood on the dragon's head, his black robe was like ink, and he watched everything that happened in the city calmly with his cool eyes.

She didn't hold back her aura, so Erhe was shocked, and hurried over, looked shocked and moved at His Majesty the Demon Lord who was completely unharmed, and said in disbelief, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty?"

The devil's bewitching eyes rolled slightly, and his tone was as calm as the still water under an ancient well: "The royal city is so lively today."

With a numb scalp in his heart, he asked cautiously: "Why did your Majesty come back from the outside world? Aren't these few days the days to go to Xuanting Cave Mansion?"

The Demon Lord hummed lightly: "I went to Qingzhou for a trip, and I just returned today."

Now Bunny has fully confirmed that the Majesty he just met in Xuanting Cave Mansion is a fake.

Who is so daring, dare to transform into the appearance of His Majesty the Demon Lord, and sneak into the ancient forbidden place of the Demon Race?

What exactly is that man trying to do?
How did she do it?

His whole heart was in a mess, His Royal Highness Shaojun cut off his own arm, and even reluctantly sacrificed the resentful demon clan of the dark forces left by the old devil for him. great calamity.

Who would have thought that after giving up the magic power, all the resentful demons were wiped out from top to bottom, and in return, the wicked beasts who came from nowhere were seriously injured.

Such a precious shemali is wasted in vain for no apparent reason.

In the future, if I want to assassinate the Demon Lord, I'm afraid it will be even more difficult.

His heart was full of hatred, and he was so distressed that he huddled together, but he didn't dare to show his face. He said solemnly: "Today, there is a resentful demon lurking, trying to kill His Majesty the Demon King. Being seriously injured by him, thinking about it this way, someone must have acted recklessly and turned into His Majesty's appearance to trespass the forbidden area."

There was no surprise on Majesty Mojun's face, and a faint shadow was cast under the lowered eyelids. Such a simple action made Bunny suddenly feel that the atmosphere was not right and became depressed.

Hearing the Demon Lord chuckle, her right hand slowly protruded out from the sleeve edge, and she held a golden flower with pistils on her fingertips. Her fingers were all white and fair, with distinct knuckles, and it was hard to distinguish the flower for a while Or hand, who is more seductive.

She held the flower in front of her eyes, and there was an imperceptible hostility in her enchanting long and narrow eyes. She narrowed her eyes slightly and said calmly: "Since he was seriously injured, it is not difficult to find this person in the city. Isn't it?"

In the dark night, the ever-burning lanterns flickered faintly, and there were clusters of fireflies walking in front of the temple.

Ning Feiyan returned to Chaomu Palace, took off her bloody clothes and burned them, and changed into a clean and loose moon-white nightgown, which was loosely loose on her body, making her shoulders even weaker and thinner.

She lit incense in the room to cover up the smell of blood all over her body.

The red makeup standing in front of the hall was quite at a loss. She watched Feiyan rummaging through the hall extremely anxiously and irritablely. Blood was gushing uncontrollably from her lips and nose, which reflected her pale and haggard face. There is even a faint sense of death, as if he might fall down at any time.

Hongzhuang had never seen Ning Feiyan in such a state of embarrassment, her eyes turned red quickly, she hurried forward and said with a choked voice, "Sister, what are you looking for, I will help you."

Ning Feiyan stopped searching for an instant, and Youyou raised her cold eyes, looked at her with a sneer and said, "Help me? What are you going to do to help me? Your face was completely ruined back then, and you escaped from that scene." The catastrophe, even the Four Rivers Palace is where I go for you. On the surface, Milu wants to marry a young concubine, but the whole family knows that what he wants is a furnace that can withstand the suffering of his body. So under the preference of your parents, I will complete this marriage contract for you, from childhood to adulthood, I did not prevent any disaster of yours for you."

The door of the hall was not closed, the cold wind swept through, and the cold Chaomu Hall was silent.

Hong Zhuang froze in place, suddenly felt a little cold in her body, as if she had received a hot slap on the cheek, she had no way to refute, let alone feel ashamed.

Because what Ning Feiyan said was the truth.

There was a hint of sarcasm in Ning Feiyan's eyes, and his words hurt people like sharp arrows: "I never asked you to do anything for me by my side, why did you get caught up in this ridiculous self-movement, you think I hate Is it the face under your mask?"

Hong Zhuang stood there numbly, her throat seemed to be blocked by something hard and sour, her eyes became more and more red: "Sister..."

Ning Feiyan lowered her head, unable to see her expression clearly in the shadows, but could only hear her hateful words slowly uttered.

"What I hate the most is your hypocritical appearance. You want to cry to your mother. I feel disgusted when I see it."

Although Ning Feiyan said her heart was indifferent, she seldom used such vicious words to hurt others. When she said disgusting, it must be really disgusting.

Hong Zhuang suddenly felt that she was like an invisible stain, she didn't dare to stay here any longer, she tidied up her last bit of self-esteem in a panic, and left Chaomu Hall as fast as she could escape.

The night outside the hall was getting darker, and the long night seemed to have no end in sight.

Ning Feiyan didn't take a second look at Hong Zhuang, she found a brazier and lit a charcoal fire.

Take out a forest white fang that is as long as an adult's arm from the Qiankun bag, and roast it with a raging fire.

The tips of the fangs are turning strangely black and purple at a speed visible to the naked eye, glowing with a vicious light, like crystals.

At this time, the palace window was suddenly pushed open, and the cold rain was sporadic, wet the window sill.

Bai Lian entered the hall through the window, and at first sight, he saw Ning Feiyan sitting peacefully on the bench. Her breath was extremely weak, almost dying, but her eyes were extremely bright, reflecting the carbon stove, deep in her pupils It was as if there was a flame that could not be extinguished.

He frowned and looked at the sharp and long fangs in her hand, the tip was like poisoned juice, deep purple and black, it was extremely uncomfortable to look at.

Ning Feiyan glanced sideways at Bai Lian, and did not accuse him of failing to fulfill the agreement between them, but said calmly, "I need you to do me a favor."

Bai Lian took a look at her face, his eyes moved slightly, he frowned and walked quickly behind her, he pulled up the edge of her collar with his fingers, and saw her horrific back, full of resentment. strong.

(End of this chapter)