long night walk

Chapter 157 The Fifteen Royal Family
Sikong snorted softly, and there was a hint of deep sorrow in his eyes.

"The blood in our bones will no longer flow as freshly as human beings, and the heart under the chest will be forever dead. In the end, the soul in this body is only living on the bloodthirsty instinct."

He chuckled lightly: "After spending long and boring years in solitude, I still feel throbbing for a word from that little girl of the Ninth Scripture."

The pulp of his finger stroked the rim of the glass of wine delicately, and the bright red liquid filled his scarlet pupils.

"In this world, no one will feel sad or worried because the corpse demon cannot taste all the flavors of the world. Humans will only spurn the corpse demon for being born of blood and eating people.

Don't say that at the last moment of death, there will be human beings offering blood food on their own initiative.I have seen countless human monks, all the time, even at the last moment, thinking about how to cut off my head, dig out my heart, and dedicate it to the high and shining immortal Zhu Zhan. "

He nodded his heart, and under Xing Wu's gaze, he smiled and said: "The one who decides us to be demons has never been ourselves, but the hundreds of fairy schools in this world."

Sikong drank the last sip of wine in the glass in one breath, he threw away the golden bottle, his eyes were as murderous as night.

"So? How did you determine that the boy lost all his memories?"

Without waiting for Xing Wu to speak, he hooked his lips and smiled: "I advise you to answer my question seriously, otherwise, I don't mind breaking the contract and taking your life here, so that the lost bones can lie back down again."

Xing Wu looked at the bloodstains left on the ground in the battle field just now, and walked slowly over, his black robe fluttering like floating sand at night.

He squatted down, wiped a smear of blood with his fingers, and said: "The eyes, his eyes are too clean, they are not the eyes that a corpse demon can have."

Sikong hummed meaningfully: "Indeed, the corpse demon is desperate for a tragic death. Only after experiencing all kinds of hardships can he maintain his resentful spirit and be assimilated and revived by the corpse demon ancestor.

Corpse demons are all fierce and evil existences, and what is hidden in the dark and dirty eyes is what people are most afraid of seeing.Because I lost my memory, my eyes are as clear as a child's. The explanation you gave is perfect. "

His finger resting on the armrest of the throne lightly lifted and then fell, and a little residual liquid in the golden cup that fell on the ground floated up and turned into a very thin and long blood line.

The bloodline flew out, but the wind that was blown up was like a sudden storm, erupting with a terrifying sound of rumbling wind gusts.

With a puff, Xingwu's left arm snapped off at the root, and flew out with a cloud of blood.

The blood in Sikong's eyes seemed to follow the storm, and quickly dissipated into a beautiful white gold, making trembling waves, just like the sea in a stormy night.

His tone was deep and dangerous: "The explanation is perfect, but you are lying to me."

Fortunately, there was no blood from the wound on his left arm, but he slowly got up as if he didn't feel the pain, and walked to the distance to pick up his severed arm.

He looked at Sikong calmly and calmly, and suddenly showed a smile: "It hurts, do you want to die again?"

Sikong held his forehead exaggeratedly and said, "This really fits the smile of a villain like you."

Xing Wu twitched the corners of his mouth, his white teeth looming.

"Speaking of which, my younger brother is really very interesting. The corpse demon talent 'swallow' has always been possessed by Xiaoli. He can awaken the talent of the same attribute as Xiaoli. This is really a thought-provoking question." Sikong smiled happily and expected.

Fortunately, he repaired his broken arm, and said: "What's more interesting is that he was able to pull out the seal of the sword thought of Zhu Zhan, the Supreme Being of the Immortal Realm. Clearly..."

He narrowed his eyes deeply, and there was an unpredictable light in the dark eyes: "This is impossible."

Sikong crossed his fingers and rested his chin comfortably on the folded hands.

"I'm really looking forward to it. It's been a long time, Father. It's been a long time since I created any new descendants. It's been so long that even I almost forgot what my fifteen younger brothers looked like."

Fortunately, he snorted coldly: "You have been deprived of your surname, and the corpse king's generals no longer recognize you as the blood clan of the corpse demon king. Back then, when the immortals and demons fought against each other, only sixteen monarchs were recorded in the roster of the corpse demon royal family." member.

Although you are the first descendant of the generals, your name has long been selectively forgotten by those 16 people. You are a "sinner" in the corpse demon clan. You can't call me "father" now. "

Sikong's face froze, but it was rare that he didn't answer the words and go back ironically.

Zai Xingwu continued: "If you, who have killed fifteen brothers and sisters, still want to kill the remaining two blood descendants of the corpse demon king to gain spiritual pleasure, I would like to advise you to cherish your hard-won freedom, because times begin to change from now on."

Sikong frowned and said, "It's really an abstract words of comfort."

Fortunately, there was a strange smile: "Seeing that I am in a good mood tonight, I might as well tell you another secret."

Sikong narrowed his eyes and looked at him.

Fortunately, he disappeared on the eve of the darkness with that black robe in his arms, leaving behind his last words tonight.

"Lord Demon Lord wakes up, the Netherland Demon Territory, which has been disintegrated for 10 years, has been recovered by Lord Demon Lord alone.

The ancient 72 magic generals of prison magic also surrendered to the emperor. Now the Northern Kingdom Demon Sect, His Majesty will use the human body to manifest the sage in the world, control and lead the Demon Sect, and conquer the three sects of the world.As for you, take care of yourself. "

Sikong looked at Heiyan, his eyes gradually filled with a stormy night.

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The autumn wind is rustling, and the ancient forest is deep.

Because this place is dangerously visited by people, the moss on the heavy valley wall spread unscrupulously, making it even more desolate and silent in the wilderness.

Beyond the barrier formation range of Chaotic Valley, there are dense forests and dangerous mountains.

There is a big lake outside the mountain, and it is raining quietly at this moment, and the thin rain falls into the blue and faint big lake, the waves are not obvious, and the ripples are dense.

Beside a huge ancient tree, the rough and strong tree roots protruded from the ground and were exposed to the surface. The surface of the dark brown tree roots has deep cracks, which symbolizes the ruthless erosion of the mottled years.

Wen Hanwei half leaned on the ancient tree, sitting cross-legged on the root of the tree in white clothes stained with blood, closing her eyes and adjusting her breath to calm down the injury.

Bai Lian stood aside quietly without making a sound.

The white rabbit that was picked up was lying beside his boots, with its head resting on the top of his boots, it seemed to be drowsy and not in good spirits.

Wen Hanwei was seriously injured, which doesn't mean how weak she was in this battle.

It's just because Sikong is too powerful, and in such a dark environment, it will only be more unfavorable for Wen Hanwei to fight.

She takes a long time to fix her pranayama.

The sky shimmered.

The world ushers in the first smear of expulsion of the long night.

Wen Hanwei's injury hadn't recovered, but she pinched a "Shou Ling Jue" with her hand, restrained her exercises, adjusted her breath, and stopped meditating.

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