long night walk

Chapter 549 Precision Assassination
The ancient palace seemed to have fallen into an eternal silence.

The dust that has not been disturbed for thousands of years is floating in this space, like a mist, covering the ancient and mysterious history of the temple.

Ning Feiyan's fingertips slowly slid across the texture of the mural, and the Heluo in the center of the second mural seemed to be awakened, and the flame-like gilt color was ignited inch by inch under her finger, and the brilliant and gorgeous flowing fire Like a wave, it burns Heluotu and sweeps it across.

Countless golden streams of light burst out from the murals. At a glance, the murals, which are so huge that they reach the sky, are extraordinarily sacred and beautiful.

There is no palace to cover the dome. What is strange is a vast and magnificent ocean sky. This sky does not know where it comes from. It is reflected by the golden flowing fire into a vast universe. It is ever-changing. Sometimes the stars are bright, and sometimes the sky Silence.

Like life and death, yin and yang, withering, prosperous, and declining alternately reincarnate.

Ning Feiyan closed her eyes peacefully, carefully comprehending that the sky, the sky, and the universe reflected the river of the demon world. At this moment, she felt the wonder of the birth of the heaven and the earth, and the life and death of yin and yang.

The power of the magic river in her body slowly penetrated into the river in the mural, and the golden flowing fire continued to spread, and finally returned to a dark altar in front of the mural.

The altar is not big, but the mouth of the altar is as deep as an abyss, like the mouth of a devil's abyss, and the flowing fire falls into it, and the gorgeous light is instantly swallowed up.

Soon, a new energy flowed from the altar.

That energy is dark, evil, cold, and dead, like the fire of hell burning in the Santu River.

The black fireworks rose fiercely, and soon the golden meaning on the mural was covered and covered. The painting that looked very sacred and great a moment ago seemed like a world of great demons for a while.

The cold and evil breath penetrated Ning Feiyan's palm, eroding her breath. In an instant, she lost control of her body, and even all her senses to the outside world disappeared.

The cold and evil black flame wrapped her body, Ning Feiyan didn't lose her mind and panic, until the black flame penetrated into her skin as if without substance, and she suddenly sensed a lot of information about Erhe on the mural.

The power of six rivers has the same root and origin.

She calmly controlled her emotions and did not feel the slightest hostility towards this mural, while the cold black flame penetrated into her skin and slowly flowed through her meridians without destroying the vitality in her body .

The process of realizing the power of the river hidden in the murals is extremely long.

The day passed without a sound.

The fine dust and ash in the air were incinerated into a jet-black stream of broken fire.

Ning Feiyan suddenly opened her eyes, the dark pupils reflected the icy black flames, she curled her lips into a smile, and said softly, "I found it."

In the lonely and dark mural, she found a spot of bright red in the center of the riverbed. During this day and night, she deduced it countless times in the illusion of her own consciousness, and found this cinnabar color like blood from her heart.

She raised her finger lightly, and lightly tapped the redness with her fingertips, the black flames lingering around her disappeared in an instant, and the murals in front of her also returned to their original thick and ancient colors.

Ning Feiyan smiled knowingly, all six rivers have unique and unique names, but for the river owner, this name is the biggest secret that he should guard.

Of course, besides Yihe Shuci, she has two river names, Immortal and Demon Soldier. She has never deliberately concealed this name, which shows how arrogant her temper is.

She didn't worry at all that exposing He's name would shake her own strength and status, she didn't bother to cover it up.

But the other river masters couldn't be as lawless as she was.

But at this moment, Ning Feiyan already knew thoroughly what Erhe's name was.

Killing River.

This is a river that proves the Tao through killing. Only by completely abandoning human nature, conscience, and killing the heart can one enter the Tao.

The more murderous it is, the more powerful it is.

No wonder this buried heart has only lived under Shuci for thousands of years, and Erhe's status cannot be shaken.

But just because he is extremely powerful, this slight weakness is also extremely fatal.

Ning Feiyan carefully watched the bright red spot on the river map slowly disappearing with the quicksand, and the smile in her eyes became deeper and deeper.

Since enlightenment is achieved through killing, there is naturally no reason to pick up the things that have been discarded. That little bit of red like blood from the heart may be hiding the last ray of kindness towards someone.

Ning Feiyan already knew how to deal with Erhe Jianxin.

She already knew his secret, counting the time, there are still two days left.

Next, it is His Majesty's secret.

Ning Feiyan rose lightly, with a figure as light as a speck of dust, standing on a towering and magnificent pillar, but even so, the dome above the palace was still far away and untouchable.

With a serious expression, she observed the trajectory of the galaxy above her head. Countless purple-winged monster butterflies danced silently from the sleeves of her toga.

So Ning Feiyan started a grand deduction technique, looking for it in the ever-changing life and death of the dome.

This sky seems to record the system operation of the heavens and all ages. Ning Feiyan worked extremely hard to deduce it, and his spiritual consciousness was rapidly collapsing like an avalanche.

She seemed to see the first doomsday darkness, the shadow that occupied all the light in the sky, the long night.

In the end, the starry sky died away, and the whole world began to reshape in the silence. Those fallen star fragments turned into the pure starlight of the world, and the mottled glow bloomed a flower in the darkness.

A golden flower that Ning Feiyan has never seen in this world blooms quietly in the long night.

When the pistils are spit out and the petals are blooming, part of the rhyme in the heart of the flower is holding a ray of remnant soul spirit.

Just a wisp, so weak that it seems that the wind will disperse.

But it is such a weak ray of spiritual consciousness that is being kept in this vast ancient universe of long night.

The faint mist transformed by the purple butterfly was lightly dyed by the stamen, and the remnant soul sleeping in the golden flower seemed to have suddenly absorbed the nutrients that nourished it from the long-dried petals.

A deep purple consciousness suddenly rose from the stamens, greedily biting Ning Feiyan's consciousness, and frantically absorbing it.

Ning Feiyan's deduction process was extremely mentally exhausting, but now it suddenly appeared, her face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her body standing on the pillars was even a little precarious.

The consciousness of the remnant soul was very weak, but Ning Feiyan found that she couldn't resist in front of it, as if she was born to be suppressed by that remnant soul, she widened her eyes and looked at the sky slowly spit out In the blooming soul, the fear deep in her heart surged out uncontrollably. She looked at the golden flower in the sky in shock and lost her words.

Faced with the fear brought to her by the remnant soul in the golden flower, Ning Feiyan didn't know how to make a choice for a while.

This kind of fear makes people extremely disturbed. The most correct way to protect herself at this moment is to cut off the gecko's tail and abandon the lost consciousness. Even if the magic essence is damaged, she should stay away from the flower immediately.

Ning Feiyan forcibly stabilized her mind and remained silent for a long time. When she raised her head again, the pain and fear looming in her eyes were gradually replaced by a resolute madness.

Her face was extremely pale, her body was trembling slightly, and the madness on her face was so unreasonable.

The spiritual consciousness scattered in the hall did not attempt to recall it, nor did it cut off the connection between the body and the spiritual consciousness. Ning Feiyan staggered to a firm figure, put her fingers together into a sword, pressed against her heart, gritted her teeth and whispered Said: "Shenzang, open!"

There is a huge treasure in everyone's body, but there is no key to open this treasure before the cultivation level and the opportunity.

If the door is forcibly destroyed and opened wide, then this door will never be closed, and the energy, longevity, talent, and potential in Shenzang can only be allowed to pass away.

Her eyebrows were cracked, and blood was winding down her white nose.

This is not a gecko docking its tail, it is clearly feeding the tiger with its body.

The divine storehouse is wide open, and the qi mechanism is chaotically discharged.

The consciousness of the remnant soul in that golden flower slowly came to life.

That consciousness was not strong, but it was huge and terrifying, sweeping away all of Ning Feiyan's leaked consciousness.

"The familiar power of the soul-shaman, as one of the six rivers in the demon world, can break the order and appear in the realm of Xuanting, I am very surprised."

Soul Shaman is the name of Four Rivers.

Ning Feiyan consumed a lot of energy, her body was on the verge of falling, and her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. However, she did not lose her posture. She knelt down on the pillars calmly and gracefully. Her heart was beating violently, but her voice was extremely calm and peaceful: " Sihe would rather Feiyan pay homage to His Majesty Qinluo."

Qin Luo is the taboo name of the old devil king of the previous generation.

It was the father of His Majesty the current demon king, the dead king who died in the battle between gods and demons.

Ning Feiyan had always suspected that there was something wrong with the death of the old devil, and today Xuan Ting and his party really answered her guess.

Who would have thought that in this world, there is still a remnant of the old devil's soul, but His Majesty the devil has concealed this matter tightly.

"The succubus inheriting the Demon River is a rare event that I have seen in my life, and it ranks fourth, and its rank is really not low."

The thoughts in the golden flower stopped absorbing the power of her consciousness, obviously recognizing that Ning Feiyan had no hostility towards him.

Ning Feiyan's pale face was flushed with excitement, and said: "If the whole demon world knows that His Majesty Qin Luo is still alive, the morale will definitely increase. Why don't you worry about not being able to conquer the Six Realms and ascend to the throne of the Divine Cauldron?"

"I have long since perished, and what is in front of you now is nothing more than a lingering remnant. No one has entered this realm of Xuanting for a thousand years. Is my son Milu still safe?"

Ning Feiyan pretended to hesitate and said: "After His Majesty Qinluo was killed in battle, Shaojun Milu offended the corpse demon royal family and was beaten back to its original form to seal and the ancient cave of ten thousand demons, which hurt the foundation. They have been abandoned by Shaojun's protectors recently Rescued and returned to the Demon Realm, everything is fine."

The old devil's consciousness was strangely silent for a long time.

"You mean Young Master Milu, after thousands of years, my son has not ascended to the orthodox throne, is he just Young Lord?"

Ning Feiyan caught a strange and strange atmosphere, and said with a slightly surprised look: "Your Majesty Qinluo, when you died, you passed the throne to your daughter, not the young monarch. Have you...forgot?"

The idea of ​​the old demon lord implied fury: "If she hadn't spent 3000 years of life, beheaded herself, and used the demon lord to protect my son from disasters, how could I pass the throne to a miscellaneous man?" Blood abandonment? She promised me that she would return the throne to my son after a thousand years, and she broke her promise?!"

Ning Feiyan set off a turbulent wave in his heart, never thought that there would be such a cause and effect in the birth of the new king back then.

But if this is the case, why does His Majesty the Demon Lord keep tigers as a threat, and keep a wisp of the old Demon Lord's remnants in the golden flower?

She faintly felt that this matter was far from simple, and that woman must have hidden deeper plans and conspiracies.

Ning Feiyan was waiting to ask more questions, when all of a sudden, the stars in the sky began to change horribly, the 48 pillars of the huge hall shook violently, trembling countless dust, like splashing everywhere.

The patterns on the six murals also seemed to be disturbed by some kind of power, and gradually faded away. Even the outline of the golden flower in the sky became extremely ethereal, like an illusion, and the old devil's remaining spiritual thoughts almost disappeared. It's almost impossible to sense it.

This is...someone is forcibly breaking open the gate of Xuanting!

Looking at the entire demon world, the only one who can do this is Yihe Shuci.

The price of forcibly breaking down the door was extremely terrible. Ning Feiyan couldn't understand what kind of event happened in the Demon Realm, and she even let her do it herself.

Ning Feiyan's eyes were slightly cold, she wiped away the blood between her brows, stood up straight and said excitedly, "Your Majesty Qin Luo, your daughter violated her oath and oppressed His Highness Shaojun all these years. It has been broken, and it is almost impossible to regain the throne. I am the candidate appointed by His Royal Highness, the young concubine, and I risked my life to come here today, just to find a chance for my Highness to turn against the wind. I also ask His Highness Qin Luo to give me some advice. "

When the old devil's consciousness was about to dissipate, when he heard the words 'Your Highness, Young Concubine', he condensed again, and went towards Ning Feiyan to detect it. He really sensed the forbidden seal belonging to the young concubine in her body, and he His attitude also became milder.

The golden flower trembled in the wind, and the stamens seemed to reveal a strand of golden liquid, which quickly turned into a red-golden feather as it fell, floating in front of Ning Feiyan.

"I can't help you too much now, I can't help you too much. I can only condense this piece of king's feather with sacrifice, which contains the secret of my kung fu 'Nine Secret Death Scroll'. You hand this feather over to me. Give it to my son, it will make him temper the King Wing Demon Bone again."

Ning Fei carefully put away the golden feather, slightly closed his long eyes, and said in a warm voice: "I respect the sacred order!"

"Also, although my remnants will disappear, the main soul is still there. Only the rebellious girl knows where my main soul is. It is a sword, a silver sword. As the concubine of my son, you , must do everything possible to learn the whereabouts of the sword from her mouth, only in this way can I come back to the world..."

Saying the last extremely important message, that remnant thought could not bear the weakness of exhaustion after all, and turned into a little bit of starlight, dissipating in the night sky, only that golden flower, which remained unchanged from ancient times, bloomed meanderingly.

After confirming that the old devil's consciousness had completely disappeared from this situation, Ning Feiyan crushed the golden feather without hesitation, allowing the king-level mysterious skills to blend into his body little by little.

The Nine-Secret Death Scroll is indeed miraculously powerful. The door to the Divine Treasure that she forcibly opened just now stabilized quickly at the moment when the exercises were integrated into her body, and the lost spiritual consciousness was also replenished to perfection.

It is true that she bears the forbidden seal of the young concubine of the demon clan, but when did she say that she is really going to marry Na Milu?
If you hand over this piece of feather and let Milu grow stronger, you will fall into a powerless situation and let yourself be slaughtered?

I'm really sorry, she, Ning Feiyan, doesn't have such a strong sense of mission.

As for the old devil entrusting her to find the little sword that sealed his master's soul, Ning Feiyan didn't have that much time to spare. She gained a lot today, and the same will inevitably attract the suspicion of His Majesty the devil, so why should she be here? Provoking her again in this hot season will make her suspicious.

Moreover, the death of the old devil would benefit her even more.

Now she already has two masters above her, why bother to find a bigger and more terrifying master for herself.

What she would rather be is the blazing flames in the sky, the scorching sun like me, and being unrestrained, rather than being a dog for people to live forever and be ordered around by others.

The commotion from the outside world grew louder.

On the eve of Yihe Shuci breaking through the door, Ning Feiyan re-imagined the appearance of the demon king, opened the door of the cave with Gouyu, and used the breath of the feather to create a perfect demon king's aura, and walked out with cold eyes .

On the huge rock, the pale girl standing like a ghost is expressionless, her lips have a touch of poisonous gray color, and she is full of lifelessness. Dancing in the wind constantly.

She looked at Ning Feiyan quietly, not feeling at all how disrespectful her actions just now were, and slowly said: "Your Majesty, the thirteen tribes of Qingzhou are in danger, and the demon king of the Flood Dragon Clan is driving straight in, approaching the city of Mingzhou King." Come, I hope His Majesty can decide on a countermeasure."

Ning Feiyan's expression was indifferent: "There is your Shu speech in the king's city, there are two rivers to bury your heart, and the four rivers Ning Feiyan must be as solid as gold. For such trivial matters, I came to disturb my practice. It seems that I am really too indulgent on weekdays." I'm following you!"

Shu Ci's face remained unchanged, and he said calmly: "The war is a national matter, how can it be a small matter, this time the dragon demon king has changed his cultivation base from the past, and there is no peace everywhere. It is a hundred times more vicious than other spirits in the world, and the capital of the king city is bound to be chaotic, Shuci is bold, and I hope that your majesty can sit in the town and strengthen my power!"

Ning Feiyan didn't dare to waste time with her here. Shu Ci's eyes are vicious. If she stays with her for a long time, she will definitely be noticed. She pretended to be impatient and responded lightly: "I will deal with it myself, River Lord, you can retreat now."

"Yes." Shu Ci bowed his head and retreated, skimming into the deep cliff, his figure disappeared quickly.

Ning Feiyan was about to hide her figure and change her identity as a demon king.

At this moment, in the abyss below the cave behind her, a strong aura of evil resentment suddenly rose, and a scarlet bead was silently hidden in the darkness.

All this happened so fast that She Moli, who was one hundred thousand resentful demons, unexpectedly hid in the city of Nether Continent at some point.

And the patriarch of the resentful demon resolutely blew himself up in an instant, and successfully sent the bead into Ning Feiyan's body.

This is a long-planned assassination.

It was a top secret that the Demon King went to Lanzhou, and she announced to the outside world that she would enter the Xuanting Cave Mansion to practice.

But who would have thought that the foreign demons would be able to stay here early.

At the cost of genocide, Perfect successfully completed the assassination.

But no one knew that the Demon Lord was actually hers.

(End of this chapter)