Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

The shape of the eyes of the person on the bed was originally beautiful, narrow and beautiful, with thick eyelashes spreading out. The dark eyes are like obsidian that has been polished and rounded, and whenever they look at him in a dream, they seem to overflow with a clear stream.

There is gentleness and deepness in the light of the eyes.

Teach people nostalgia.

-But it is not the same as it is now, golden and dazzling, with a noble and awe-inspiring meaning, which makes people instinctively want to retreat and dare not offend.

Chen Weiyuan leaned on the edge of the bed with one hand and could stop his movements.

But he just got too close.

Unexpectedly, not only the eyes were stung by the brilliant gold color, but also a terrible sense of oppression came from the depths of the bloodline.

The man looked at him indifferently with golden eyes.

Chen Weiyuan suddenly felt a strange feeling.

This person looked at him like a divine phoenix flying high in the sky, looking at the ants on the ground.

The other party only said one word.

"roll."

The voice was muffled and light, showing weakness after a serious injury.

Chen Weiyuan's heart jumped in horror, trembling in his back.

He took a step back almost embarrassedly, and after a moment of reaction, there was a trace of disbelief in his eyes.

How could it be so.

He actually felt the opposing body's blood pressure suppressing him.

The bloodline of the Primordial Inheritance, only the same ancient bloodline can be suppressed.

He has been the purest and outstanding heir of the Chen Clan's bloodline power for hundreds of years, even if Ye Xuanguang can't completely suppress him, why did Ye Yunlan.

He looked at Ye Yunlan's golden eyes.

…Very similar to the sign of the rebirth of the Ye family’s blood.

Moreover, Ye Yunlan had the same surname as Ye, and then reminiscent of Ye Xuanguang's special attitude towards Ye Yunlan, a guess was faintly formed in his mind.

But he still found it incredible.

-Ye Clan has passed on for thousands of years, and only has Ye Xuanguang whose bloodline is pure enough to be able to return to the ancestors. If there is another such pure bloodline, how can he be left out?

The man on the bed has slowly straightened up, with long black hair draped in his snow-white shirt and thin shoulders.

Outside Feizhou’s window was a sea of ​​clouds on the day, but the man’s long and narrow golden pupils were more intense than those on the day, and the scarlet mole at the end of his eyes was like a flash of light on his pale face.

Unlike the usual pale and weak, Ye Yunlan now has a thick and oppressive magnificence and unspeakable dignity.

Chen Weiyuan flicked a glimpse of surprise in his eyes, but he quickly gathered his mind, forced blood from his fingertips, and quickly moved in the void.

—He wants to know whether Ye Yunlan is a member of the Ye Clan. "Ping Er, dare to spy on my fate?"

Suddenly, the man's muffled voice rang in his ears.

The blood line peeking at fate in his hand suddenly broke.

Chen Weiyuan suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood due to the spell backlash. He looked up in amazement and saw the person on the bed looking at him blankly.

The pale and slender hand lifted towards him, clearly looking so soft, but it seemed to have the mighty power to shake the world.

Chen Weiyuan's cultivation base had already stepped into the transition, only half a step before he could shed the world, but at this time, there was an illusion that he would be pinched to death by the opponent.

There was a muffled thunder outside the window.

The man in bed coughed violently with his head down.

The blood penetrated his fingers and dyed his snow-white sleeves red.

The golden light under his eyes was slowly fading, as did the thick blood power aura on his body, and finally he only lifted the end of his eyes and glanced at him without emotion.

The muffled thunder subsided.

The person on the bed closed his eyes again.

The oppression in the room gradually disappeared, and Chen Weiyuan let out a sigh of relief, his expression cloudy.

He walked slowly over, looked at the person on the bed, and wanted to get closer to test each other, thinking about the warning in the other's eyes, but after all, he didn't move.

I quickly thought about all kinds of talents just now, what caused them to change.

He thought of a possibility.

It was the sacred wood essence that Ye Xuanguang had just served this person.

As a family of the ancients, he knows many secrets of ancient times.

When the demon Lord Divine Phoenix wanted to lead the whole clan to ascend, the blood was sprinkled with the sycamore tree he once inhabited. Now that sycamore tree is left in the ancestral land of the Ye Clan and is the sacred tree of the Ye Clan.

The essence of the holy wood is a healing holy product, which contains the essence and blood of the divine phoenix, which can be brought back to life by ordinary people if it is taken, but if the person who takes it has the blood of the leaf race, it may also be attracted by the essence and blood of the divine phoenix.

Therefore, Ye Yunlan would temporarily return to his ancestors, giving him such oppression.

This is the most reasonable explanation that Chen Weiyuan came up with.

But the prerequisite for everything is that Ye Yunlan himself is a member of the Ye Clan, and his bloodline has the potential to return to his ancestors.

This potential is extremely rare.

With the potential to return to ancestors, as long as it can infuse enough blood, it is possible to return to ancestors.

And if he returned to his ancestors, Ye Yunlan would return to the Ye Clan, and could even compete with Ye Xuanguang for the position of inheritance.

Chen Weiyuan remembered the prophecy of Divine Phoenix coming to the world in the Ye Clan's heavenly book.

Ye Xuanguang is a man of destiny recognized by the entire Ye clan.

But Ye Yunlan...is it possible too?

"Yunlan..." He murmured, staring at the faces of the people on the bed, "You really gave me a big surprise."

He has been thinking since the two completely different calculation results of the future Taoist couple came out.

Xu Qingyue is beautiful and innocent, has no motives, and admires him very much. She still has the support of the Xu Family Patriarch. She is an excellent candidate for the Chen Family's Mother. Even though Ye Yunlan is superb in the kendo realm, he is just a mortal who has lost his cultivation.

According to his behavior, there is no need to think about how to choose.

But he still hesitated.

Perhaps it is because of the entangled dreams these days, the love and unwillingness in the dreams, perhaps because he was looking at this person in the small town teahouse at the time, and he was surprised by the other person’s face at first sight, or maybe it was the other person in front of the moon shadow wall. The attitude of ignoring him rarely aroused his interest.

Chen Weiyuan always sneered at the word love at first sight.

But at this moment he had to admit that he was really tempted by Ye Yunlan.

And, if his guess is true.

He may be able to have a phoenix as his wife.

He remembered the scene in his dream.

The man was dressed in a mysterious robe, leaning in his arms like a baby bird, and took away all the spikes, soft and beautiful.

The black pupils looking at him, cold and gentle, taught him nostalgia.

But if that pupil can turn into a brilliant golden color, he will restrain his dignity and majesty, and call him "husband" in a low voice.

…Maybe it is also an extremely wonderful thing.

-On the east side of Tianchi, a seam broke open, revealing a deep hole.

In the deep pit, a raging flame was burning, and there was a crimson light that shot directly into the sky.

"Such a big movement, there must be a strange treasure born here!"

"This treasure was born with such a magnificent vision, could it be the best spirit treasure?!"

"It's more than the best, Tianchi Mountain has tens of thousands of years, a treasure that can be buried in the mountain for thousands of years without failing, maybe it is a legendary fairy."

At this moment, the pit was surrounded by monks.

Many are whispering and talking.

The disciple of Mozong who was responsible for maintaining the order of this session of the Daoist Conference was so busy, "Friends of Daoism, you can't go in." A disciple of Mozong stood in front of several people who wanted to break into the pit.

"Why?" someone asked, "Treasures are originally obtained by those who are predestined. Do you disciples of Mozong use this for favoritism and monopolize the treasure?"

The crowd around the audience also spoke out with dissatisfaction.

"I think Mo Zong made this idea. Such a treasure is probably rare in the Six Dao Sects."

"I pride myself on the righteous way of the immortal door, but I didn't expect that there are treacherous people in it."

"Yeah yeah…"

"Not so." The Mozong disciple wiped the sweat from his head, "It's really too dangerous inside, and monks can easily die when entering. The reason why I want to prevent everyone from entering is to protect everyone's safety! "

The person who walked in the front sneered, "In the spiritual world, if you want to get treasures, which one does not need to fight for? Which one is completely safe?"

"Little girl, if you are afraid of danger, go home and eat for a few more years."

The disciple of Mozong who stepped forward to discourage his eyes blushed slightly.

"Ayao, forget it." A Mo Zong boy next to him pulled his senior sister's robe.

The female disciple of Mozong stubbornly said: "I didn't lie to you! It's really dangerous inside!"

"Stop talking nonsense, get out of the way!" The cultivator in front directly pushed the Mo Zong disciple.

The female disciple Mozong staggered a few steps and fell to the ground.

The cultivators looked at the scarlet ray of Lingbao in the center of the deep pit, and their eyes were full of greed.

Crimson flames covered several of them.

The female disciple Mozong sighed and closed her eyes.

A few screams suddenly came from the deep pit, and the monks who entered fled, but their faces and bodies, as well as the magical weapons at hand, were burning.

"Who will save us!"

"This fire is burning... the fire is burning our souls!"

However, these people had not completely escaped from the pit, they had turned into black ashes, floating in the void.

The crowd of onlookers was silent.

The boy Mo Zong leaned forward and took his senior sister's hand, and cursed in a low voice: "A group of idiots who don't listen to persuasion."

But I saw someone walking by him again.

From his perspective, only the black hem of the opponent can be seen.

"Hey! Wait a minute, don't you see the fate of the few people just now?" Mo Zong boy hurriedly called the other party, trying to chase and stop him. The senior sister suddenly took his hand.

The boy turned his head and saw his senior sister shook her head at him.

The man in Xuanfu stopped.

The voice was low and not loud, but it spread for several miles.

"Here is temporarily taken over by the Yaori Royal Family, and no one, etc., will quickly retreat."

Mo Zong shao opened his eyes wide.

As Mozong, one of the six Taoist schools, they even knew the danger of the giant pit. He didn't dare to announce in front of the monks from all over the world that he would take over the place where the treasure was born. Why is this person?

"Why?"

Someone asked this question for him, "Treasures are available to everyone, even if it is the Royal Family of the Sun, there is no exclusivity!"

"Why do you say..."

The Xuanyi person repeated it lightly.

Standing on the edge of the huge pit, with his back facing everyone, he glanced at the place where the few people had turned to ashes.

Then he raised his hand and made a gesture.

Suddenly a squally wind swept across.

In the distance, there was a raging fire burning half of the sky.

Looking closely, countless flame beasts came across the sky, surrounding the place.

Every Yan Lin beast has considerable strength in the transformation stage.

The Yanlin Beast King is equivalent to crossing the catastrophe.

And now in the sky, there are hundreds of Yanlin Beasts.

Xuanyiren's robe hung up in the wind.

He turned around.

A pair of brilliant gold eyes, more scorching than the sun in the high sky.

"This thing has a connection with my Yaori royal family," said Xuanyi, standing with his hand holding his hand.

—When Ye Yunlan is awake, he only feels a splitting headache.

The scorched land and huge city in the dream gave him an extremely unreal illusion, but the desolate sadness he felt was so real.

Ye Yunlan was a little confused between reality and dreams.

After a long delay, he recovered.

The meridians have the pain after the burning, and the chest is also aching. But the screaming sound of the fire phoenix in the body has ceased.

The sudden injury seems to have stabilized slightly.

He stood up, frowned slightly, and looked around.

The entrance is a strange room.

Incense is burning in the room, and every inch of decoration is extremely gorgeous, embroidered with dark gold flying phoenix.

I can see the sea of ​​clouds outside the window from my side.

...How could he be on other people's flying boat.

Suddenly there was a creak, the door was pushed open, and someone walked in.

"Junior Brother is awake?"

He Lanze walked quickly to the bed, his face full of worries.

Ye Yunlan: "I...what happened before."

He Lanze said: "Before the Tianchi Mountain veins changed, the junior brother's injury was induced, and it happened that the Prince of the day helped him to stabilize the injury. I have managed to contact the Sect Master and come here to heal your injuries."

He Lanze didn't see it. Ye Yunlan furrowed his brows when he mentioned the "Prince of the Sun".

He Lanze held the elixir that he had just brewed in his hand, which was mixed with countless precious spiritual materials, exuding a bitter medicinal smell.

He picked up the spoon and blew in lightly, and said, "It's just that before the arrival of the master, the younger brother must drink the medicine. Now your body meridians can be protected by the medicinal properties of the elixir." In the corner of the room, a message suddenly spread out. Mild voice.

"The elixir is bitter after all, Yunlan, why don't you try my Hundred Flower Nelling Dew Pill. This pill is made from the nectar of a hundred kinds of spirit flowers. It is very easy to take and will also help your injury."

Someone walked out of the dark.

Chen Weiyuan walked to Ye Yunlan's bed, Qing Jun's face was just right with gentle concern.

The slender hand stretched out, and a pill that exuded a sweet fragrance was lying in the palm of the palm.

He Lanze was taken aback: "Chen Weiyuan? Haven't you already left?"

"After I left, I was concerned about Yunlan's situation, so I turned back." Chen Weiyuan glanced at He Lanze with a smile, "Isn't it the same with Dao Fellow Helan?"

"Junior Brother, this person is unruly towards you, don't pick up his medicine." He Lanze frowned, "Come on, Junior Brother, your injury is important. Drink the medicine first."

The sweet-smelling pill and the medicine spoon containing the liquid medicine were handed to the front.

Ye Yunlan did not answer.

He only looked down at the lines on his palm, then raised his eyes and asked faintly.

"Where are my flowers?"

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