Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

The night is dark.

Thick shadows covered his back.

"Don't think about it." Suddenly he raised his hand to the lap of his clothes and grasped it tightly with his skinny hand, and said viciously, "Xianchang, you don't want to leave me again."

The hand held in his palm was thin and cold. He was suddenly thankful that he had tied this person tightly with a cloth strip early on. With the current strength of the opponent, he couldn't break free.

——If it weren’t stopped by reason, he even wanted to rub this person into the flesh and blood, so that the soul and body of this person would be merged with himself and be unique, leaving this person with only one in his eyes and heart. People can only depend on him for life and death, and never be separated.

He had already anticipated that this person? Then what harsh words would he say, so that he would leave this person? One person? Run away.

......Just like that in the same year, in the Ninth Rank Refining Demon Array.

But the person behind him just kept repeating in a low voice: "Sir, leave...here."

His five fingers were clenched and loosened, and he suddenly realized that just as he was climbing from the bottom of the tower to the top of the tower before, this person kept muttering "pain" repeatedly. This person's consciousness may always be there. Not fully awake.

Yes.

Being suppressed in the darkness for a hundred years, forced to go back and forth in hope and despair time and time again, ordinary people? Has already been crazy, how can it be so easy to recover?

In spite of this, this person's muddled consciousness still protruded a little bit from the broken body with difficulty, just to tell him... to leave here.

The hostility in his heart suddenly calmed down.

"Xianchang, you are my person?."

"No matter what you say, I won't? I will leave you behind."

He held the person's thin and cold fingertips, conveying a little warmth from the past.

"Believe me."

He raised his head and looked at the Zhou Tianxing star formation that enveloped half of the Western Continent.

They stood in the center of the formation, the mighty galaxy carrying the majestic power between the heaven and the earth, condensed into a net, and wanted to keep them here forever.

The self-appointed cultivation base in the body needs to rely on the power of the soul to break through, and now that the power of the soul is exhausted, he needs time to recover.

But he has no time.

Only one way left.

No one knows that since he came out of Demon Abyss, he has been suppressing the magic thoughts in his body.

Day after day, year after year.

But despite this, countless filthy and evil thoughts in the human world continue to gather at him. He is a gathering of "evil" in the world, and he should be killed and bring disaster to the world.

He has been out of control for longer and longer, and his behavior has become more brutal and cruel. The magic door is up and down, and he is frightened.

Until he met the person behind him, he was surprised to find that-just want to hold this person, smell the fragrance of this person's body, and his tyrannical and disorderly magical thoughts would magically calm down.

And when this person fiddled with the qin, even the most wicked, filthy, cruel and perverse things on him would obediently shrink aside, dare not to be disturbed.

His spiritual power was exhausted and his cultivation base was sealed.

But where there is light, there will be shadows.

Where there are people, there will be filth, evil thoughts, and desires.

And these are his real source of strength.

He looked at the Taoist monks who came from the sky and the world, and looked at him. Fawu was a monk who was blessed by the formation and exuded an immeasurable light of the Buddha.

"You people of the Taoist school? Always say that you want to suppress the devil star," his eyebrows full of hostility surged? A hint of sarcasm, "but you don't? Know that the real demon has not yet been born, how can we suppress it?"

There is no way: "The benefactor has been in charge of the demon for more than a hundred years, and he has committed countless evils. It is universally recognized as a peerless evil demon. People? People?

"Okay. Since you are like this, you want to suppress demons..."

His eyes were red as if blood was flowing, but the fearful darkness inside kept condensing.

He raised his chin with a sneer, and nodded towards the countless Taoist monks in Fawuhe Skyline.

"The deity satisfies you."

He loosened his clenched fingers.

At the same time, there is another secret, evil, and incompatible restriction in the body besides self-proclaimed cultivation base.

As if silently, the sky became darker, as if even the starlight could not shine through the night to the earth?.

In the thick night, Fa Wuxin felt uneasy.

Suddenly, there was thunder roaring in the sky.

——Thunder roared in the distance.

Driving Huo Luan, Yao Ri Yingwei, who was about to rush to the place where the prince crossed the calamity in the distance, suddenly looked back, but his eyes widened by the shock of the foreground.

After using the power of the holy wood, Ye Yunlan was already a little bit of dust in his eyes.

But what did he see?

He saw this person who he regarded as an ant, who had long been deprived of the power of blood, and now completely cut off the causal involvement with the Ye Clan?. Actually standing in the countless golden lines of cause and effect, An,?, Wu, and Chao.

--How can it be!

The sacred wood phoenix tree was once watered by the blood of the demon lord, and the remaining power, even after ten thousand years, is still extremely powerful, and can even touch the causal order of the heavens, and this power. Even the strong of the Transcendence Realm must be terrified.

The demon lord, Divine Phoenix, was the closest existence in this world to "immortals".

This is also the support on which their Ye Clan has been able to obtain a great right to speak among the ancient clans.

But now this cognition was slowly shattered by the situation in front of him.

The Yaori Hidden Guard watched in horror as Ye Yunlan walked in the golden silk thread, and once the sacred wood power that ordinary people couldn't resist touched him, it would turn into flying light and penetrate into his body.

And at the same time, Ye Yunlan's dark eyes became brighter and brighter, and even gradually... dazzling golden glow appeared.

How could it be...no? Yes...

This situation horrified him even more than when he turned around and saw that the power of the holy wood could not harm Ye Yunlan.

Golden eyes-this is clearly a sign of the rebirth of the Ye Clan's blood! But even among the Ye Clan, they exhausted the resources of the entire clan to provide support. After so many years, a blood-returning Ye Xuanguang was born within a short period of time. They were regarded by the entire clan as the God of Destiny. Seek to grow smoothly, ascend to the throne, and be admired and worshipped by the whole family.

Ye Yunlan's blood has already been exhausted. How can he have such a sacred and noble symbol?

Ye Yunlan walked closer and closer.

Among the countless golden threads interlaced, this man dressed in white, with black hair flying, holding a sword in his hand. The sharp tip of the sword pointed diagonally at the ground, glowing coldly.

Those golden eyes shot straight over, and Ju Ling, who had seen countless powers for thousands of years, felt weak in his legs and feet.

Those who can become the Hidden Guards of the Sun are all people in the Ye Clan who have had an extremely good source of blood. If this is the case, they can rely on soaking a very small amount of saprophytic flower juice to keep their bodies and souls immortal. Get the "longevity" in another sense?

He is the most outstanding existence in the lineage of the 72nd generation of the Ye Clan. Before becoming the Yaori Hidden Guard, he was once the sacred elder of the Yaori Clan. He still remembers that the Ye Clan juniors liked to call him "Elder Zixin". .

But now, Ye Zixin felt the suppression of the power of blood.

A beast is more spiritual than a human. The Huo Luan that he is driving under his crotch makes a crisp cry, and then slowly descends to the ground, lowering the beast's body, making a posture of surrender and pleasing.

Ye Yunlan has stood in front of him.

Xueliang's long sword was lifted and pointed at his neck, and the golden blaze poured out from his long eyes, which made his eyes hurt.

Ye Zixin suddenly remembered what Ye Di said before leaving the Imperial Palace on Sunday.

"The birth of Phoenix Star will be accompanied by disasters. The great calamity is coming, and the predictions of the heavenly book are not tolerated. You are a sword for my Ye Clan, and I should remove my worries for my clan."

Ye Di raised his sleeves, and a white figure appeared in the water mirror. He closed his eyes and fell asleep on the bed. His complexion was extremely pale and sick, but his eyes were extremely beautiful.

Ye Zixin has served the Ye Clan for thousands of years and has never seen such an amazing face.

"He is the spirit root of the ice system. It is the'unknown' that appeared in the inheritance of the Ye Clan's bloodline. He was once divided into the power of the Xuanguang small half bloodline. Without him, Xuanguang should have returned to the ancestors on the day of birth? . Become a true bloodline of the heavenly rank, but it’s not too late, and now it’s not too late to make up for it."

Emperor Ye waved away the water mirror and said indifferently.

"He is now completely useless. He is just an ordinary mortal. He has no power to bind chickens. I allow you to mobilize the power of the holy wood. Wipe it out."

"Remember. What I want is to'disappear' completely."

Ye Zi bowed his heart and accepted the task.

At that time, although it was a pity that such a face might not appear again in the future, he didn't think it was such a difficult task. Even, he looked at the person in the water mirror? Lying on the bed? That weak appearance, maybe he hadn't arrived yet, he wouldn't have to do it himself, maybe this person was already dead.

And now, Ye Zixin's pupils contracted, looking at the sharp point of the sword pointing at her neck, and the power of the blood that suppressed his cold sweat, Ye Di's words swirled in her mind.

He is just an ordinary mortal, and he has no power to bind a chicken.

One, ordinary, mortal?.

The hand has no power to bind the chicken.

Ye Zixin: "..."

Ye Yunlan from? I don’t? I know how the Yaori Hidden Guard, who is so tightly wrapped in a sacred armor, is in front of me.

He likes flowers.

But on the other side, it was the smell of rotting flowers that he hated the most.

His eyes have been completely covered by the golden color, revealing a kind of indifference and dignity that can hardly be described.

He felt angry.

It's not that his father, Ju, who is angry with his own blood, insists on killing him, but another kind of deeper and sad anger.

This anger spread along with his consciousness, spreading into the network of intertwined golden silk threads around him.

Those silk threads seemed to sense his emotions, and many of them were wrapped around his sword-holding wrist. They gently swayed to get close, seeming to want to slow down his anger.

Ye Yunlan raised his hand and stroked the silk thread of his wrist, and then looked at Ye Zixin, who was under the pressure of the bloodline.

Those golden pupils seemed to be able to penetrate everything.

"The body that should have died a thousand years ago, shouldn't it stay in this world?"

"I will give you a long sleep."

What does he want to do?

Ye Zixin's pupils widened, and she found a golden thread approaching him, like a willow silk swaying in the wind.

It's a sickle that kills you.

The line of cause and effect originates from the sacred tree of the Ye tribe, no matter what? Will it harm the people of the Ye tribe?-this is the theorem!

"Do not?……"

Ye Zixinmang? Lowered his head, the silk thread had penetrated his chest.

He slowly flew into the void like dust, leaving no trace.

And the person standing in front of him just closed his eyes wearily.

"I hate rotting? Flowers."

The author has something to say: Ye Zixin: Damn it! Ye Di hurt me!