long night walk

Chapter 557
The abandoned demon girl beheaded the demon emperor's head and sealed it in Beiyuan again, but she didn't take action to extinguish the curse flames in the forest where the succubi lived together.

The fire continued, devouring thousands of forests and fields like a fiery snake.

The mountains and rivers of the past, the glory of yesterday, most of them were destroyed overnight, and I don't know how many people can survive in the forest covered by demon fire.

Ning Guanying, as the succubus lord, has the mission and responsibility to guard Beiyuan Forest.

The succubus was born in Changsen and raised in Wanshui. The demon fire is chaotic, and the demons are crippled. What's more tragic is that they have no way out.

If this raging demon fire engulfs and burns the entire forest of Beiyuan, the ownerless monster fire absorbs the aura of Beiyuan's earth veins, and a new monster with consciousness will inevitably be born in the continuous fire.

At that time, not to mention Beiyuan, even other demonic lands will be harmed by it, so the succubus clan will definitely leave an eternal infamy on this continent.

Therefore, Ning Guanying united with the whole family, swore to the death to seal the mountain, and isolate all the demonic aura of the world from the forest.

In this way, the forest of Beiyuan, a place where Fengshui is flourishing, will inevitably fall into scorched and dead silence for thousands of years, and the land is barren and difficult to support life.

The long river gradually falls, the dawn stars sink, the mountains are silent in the northern wilds, and the fire is silent.

In the fire and wind, Ning Feiyan stepped on the river and returned home, and her feet were like stepping on the Milky Way and Tianshui slowly.

She stepped on the waves with one step, and the mountains and rivers seemed to collapse, and the demonic river was filled with water, and the endless demon flames that stretched for thousands of miles were destroyed at this moment.

The fierce demon fire was sucked into the river, spreading rapidly like ink stains on paper, and then faded away.

The fire that devoured thousands of mountains and ancient forests was swept away by the flowing water, and finally fell into the palm of Ning Feiyan, turning into a clear blaze of fire.

Life in the light, and finally into a weapon.

The demon fire artifact obediently bowed its head to her and turned into a gleaming scimitar, as thin as a butterfly's wing, beautiful and close to a demon.

Seeing this scene, Bai Lian understood Ning Feiyan's intentions.

She handed the Ermo mantra to Beiyuan Demon Emperor, who turned his words into a curse to avenge the Demon Realm. The curse fire devoured most of Beiyuan's forest's source of spiritual energy, and finally became a self-generated spiritual weapon of heaven and earth.

The Naermo mantra has been in her body since she was born, and Ning Feiyan naturally has a hundred ways to subdue it.

Ning Guanying was stunned for a while, looking at the messy and scorched Siye Mountains and forests, he couldn't understand what happened.

He was furious: "You rebellious son! In order to fulfill your own ambitions, you even sacrificed and mutilated your own people! Madman! You are such a madman. Are you not afraid of retribution for acting like this?!"

Ning Feiyan turned her wrist lightly, and the scimitar in her palm flickered with spiritual light, turning into a silver bracelet.

She slowly put the silver ring around her wrist, and looked at him with a half-smile: "Father's heart is not very fair, why is he so unreasonable."

She stretched out her hand under the cold moonlight, turned it over and looked carefully, that hand was white and beautiful, indeed it looked like the slender nephrite of a woman from a boudoir family playing a piano and hairpin.

She smiled faintly and said: "My hands are exceptionally clean, and they have never been stained with the blood of my fellow clansmen."

Ning Guanying was trembling with anger, if he hadn't been afraid of the long river of dark and devilish energy beneath her, he would have almost wished to rush over and tear her into pieces: "Nonsense, full of nonsense!"

Ning Feiyan looked calmly at the panic-stricken congee crowd, she smiled, stepped forward a few steps and was about to speak.

At this moment, the trails of dead leaves fluttering in the forest suddenly became disordered, and a swift spiritual arrow tore the leaves into dust.

In the light and shadow, the smile on Ning Feiyan's face was wiped away like smoke, she caught the trajectory of the arrow's edge from the corner of her eye, but let the barbed sword edge pour into her shoulder bone coldly.

Blood dripped into the black river water.

She looked away quickly, and looked at the woman standing on the ancient tree with a smirk on her face. Her eyes were vigilant and filled with hatred, as if she saw a wolf that was about to invade their home, and she wanted to eat its flesh and suck its blood. .

And Ning Feiyan just watched her silently without speaking, her shoulders turned shockingly red, and her thin lips, which were originally beautiful, also lost their color.

Her pale thin lips moved slightly, and she sighed softly: "Why is there so much bitterness and hatred? As I said, I have never touched the lives of people of the same clan."

Madam Ning said sadly: "Sophistry! You have been impure since you were young, and those people in the clan have bullied you, humiliated you, beat and scolded you, even I don't like you, how much we prefer Hongzhuang, you have How much you hate us.

The insane things you do now are all because of your jealousy and resentment. I can only blame my soft-heartedness. When I gave birth to such a wicked person like you, why didn't I strangle you to death! "

Hearing this, Baili said with peace of mind that Ning Feiyan was sent by her own hands to Nanhuang Demon Land to become a proton. After ten years of separation, how can she be so sure that her mind is impure?

After all, guilt and guilty conscience still haunt her. In her heart, she thinks that she is harsh to her, and at the same time, she also thinks that the child who is harsh to her must have only hatred but no love for her relatives in her hometown.

So how can it compare to the red makeup who has been purely doted on by their side.

Since this woman clearly knows that her eccentricity will make people jealous and crazy, and it is very easy for people to make a wrong move, why is she so stubborn and even stingy with a little care.

It's too late to rein in the horse at the cliff, and it's too late to replenish the boat when it reaches the heart of the river.

But now that she has fallen into the river, she still doesn't even have the heart to make up for it.

She sternly scolded Ning Feiyan for being crazy, but how could she know who made the same mistake again and again, and made a big mistake.

The sparse and fallen forest leaves cut the moonlight into countless tiny shimmering fragments.

Ning Feiyan took advantage of the gleam of light to understand the hatred in the woman's eyes carefully.

There seemed to be a hint of helplessness in her eyes, and it was fleeting: "I think that everything I do is not out of resentment, A Niang said that I was jealous and distorted because of your preference.

But I know that it is unreasonable to be jealous and resentful. You and my father have given me birth and adoption. Even though you think I was born unknown, you have kept me to this day, and I have always remembered this love in my heart. "

"I said that I don't move the life of my family, I am not talking nonsense."

"People's hearts are evil, and their nature is selfish." Ning Feiyan said lightly, "If that kid from the Yan family didn't come to provoke me, why would it be here?"

She glanced at Ning Guiying, and there was no smile in her eyes: "Back then, I was entrusted by my grandfather to inherit the stone of evil poison. My father knew that all the captured people of the same clan would be examined and treated, so why did he forget me alone?" ?”

Ning Guiying's pupils suddenly contracted violently, she looked at her in shock and bewildered, and said incoherently: "You mean...you mean..."

Ning Feiyan calmly said: "How can I be safe with a poisonous stone in my body? You will never imagine how difficult I was during those days."

Her tone was light and indifferent, but her raised eyes were extremely deep and compelling.

"Blood burns, tendons and veins are broken, these are all good times. What is really desperate is that I dare not touch a drop of water, dare not eat a bite of food, because the consequences of willfulness will burn me inside and out, and I will die." Better to die."

"But Aunt, you..."

Ning Feiyan paused for a moment, her eyes curled up, but she no longer smiled: "The pancakes I gave me that night were really delicious."

The human heart is not made of iron, even Mrs. Ning, her eyes widened and she lost her words.

Ning Feiyan suppressed his expression, and said again: "Father, you are right, I grew up in the southern wilderness, I know how to protect myself, I am not afraid of pain, I am not afraid of suffering, but this does not mean that I have no temper.

If it wasn't for that boy from the Yan family in the tribe who tried to strangle me by the well, how could he be contaminated with the blood I spit out and be infected with the demon poison. Since I am the host of the poisonous stone, the symptoms of infection are naturally different from others. "

"When he bullied me, his parents and elders all watched him coldly, like watching him torture and kill an animal, and my father accused me of killing my own people, but how could I know that it was my own people who killed me first.

I just learned to be as cold-eyed and silent as them, watching the evil poison in his body raging and spreading, and finally because of their selfishness and ugliness, they secretly sealed up those infected bodies for fear of contaminating themselves.

So much so that when the demon emperor is alive, no one can care about those who are locked up. Therefore, those fellow clansmen who harmed me and deceived me have no way out and are buried in the sea of ​​flames. Isn't this their own fault? "

Ning Feiyan sighed again: "In my father's eyes, they were very sad when they died, but in my eyes, they thought the same as they did in the past. They were just poultry and wild dogs. Who is worth getting angry about? Facts have proved that I am more promising than this group of trash, right?"

Under Ning Feiyan's few words, she stripped herself clean.

What's even more frightening is that Ning Guanying also gradually loosened his mind, and looked at her hesitantly: "But after all, the forest of Beiyuan was destroyed once, and the people of the clan suffered heavy casualties. It's over after all..."

"Passed?" Ning Feiyan raised her eyebrows lightly, she spread her palm, and immediately a fang of the emperor and two pearls as bright red as gems appeared on her palm.

Seeing this, Ning Guanying was shocked and lost his voice, he lost his composure and took two steps forward, looking longingly at the thing in her hand: "This turned out to be... This turned out to be..."

Ning Feiyan said lightly: "The emperor's fangs, and the source of the god Sishui."

"The 500-year cultivation of the Great Emperor is sealed in the fangs. Before entering the Four Rivers Palace, I have already refined 500 years of cultivation. As for the origin of the god, isn't it what my father has been thinking about? It is a sacred object bestowed by the emperor.

Back then, all the succubus clan poured out, so they were able to snatch this object from the emperor's body, blessing all spirits in the forest, but this object was later swallowed by the demon emperor's aura in the seal.

He is useless to Shenyuan, but he asks our family to sacrifice a thousand succubi for him to eat every year in exchange for the power of Shenyuan. He broke the seal on the eve of the eve, and I exchanged the lives of those [-] poultry and wild dogs for this thing, father Do you still think I did something wrong? "

Ning Guanying never thought that one day the succubus clan would be able to fully control the power of the legendary god source, how could this not make people ecstatic.

Not to mention one hundred thousand succubi, in order to nourish the emperor, the ancestors of other clans sacrificed the lives of 30 souls of the same clan, just to gain a future.

He almost couldn't control his emotions: "Okay! Very good! My good daughter is doing this very well."

He looked crazy, and even rushed to Mrs. Ning, slapped her on the ground, and angrily reprimanded: "As a mother, you are fighting with your own child with sharp weapons. How can you behave like this?"

The change in the situation made Mrs. Ning put away her longbow in anticipation.

In Ning Feiyan's impression, Ning Guanying has always been a calm and dignified person, but today he lost his composure like those villains and wild dogs.

Sure enough, in the face of real interests, everyone's nature is like this.

Since we are born in the oven of this world, why bother to abandon this hypocrisy and seek that misty truth.

Ning Feiyan smiled indifferently, only now did she realize that the forest where she was born and raised was such a boring place.

With a flick of her fingers, she flicked a bead in the palm of her hand into Hong Zhuang's arms, and said lightly, "I was born, I was raised, I was hated, and I was abandoned. I am thinking of this kindness. It's just this kindness..."

With her backhand, she pulled out the spirit sword in her body expressionlessly, and the sharpness of the barb cut through tendons and bones, bringing out bloody red flesh: "Should it be considered that the merits and demerits of this arrow are equal?"

The sky is clear, the river is frosty, and the moon is white.

All the pictures in front of me are fixed here.

Bai Lian stood in this illusion, and he looked up at the dying moon.

The moonlight illuminated the shadow, and the shadow under his feet suddenly twisted.

A man wrapped in mist, holding Ye Epiphyllum in his hand, floated out, his face could not be seen clearly, and there was a little sparkle in his collar.

"Get acquainted, the Lord of the Three Rivers in the Demon Realm, Wang Yi." His voice was indescribably clean and clear, and he could not sense any demonic energy from his whole body. Looking at his outline, he looked more like a refined and beautiful young man who came out of the troubled world.

Bai Li'an did not expect that the person who set up the trick tonight turned out to be the most mysterious Sanhe Wangyi.

It is said that this person sleeps in an unknown place, even if he is summoned by the demon king, he has resisted several times and failed to respond, but today, for some reason, he unexpectedly appeared in this illusion.

Bai Lian looked at him and said calmly: "Do people who have slept for a long time wake up and like to do some boring things?"

The man in front of him smiled silently, he raised his arm, and the white night-blooming epiphyllum that his fingertips were holding on to turned into a long silver sword, the sword's aura was like a silk-wrapped front, showing a bit of lingering softness in the moonlight Gorgeous beauty comes.

He said with a smile: "I don't like Bury Xin very much. If someone can kill him at the King's Return Banquet for me, I can really sleep well in the future. Therefore, today I have a special banquet for the Lord of Four Rivers and the Lord of the Four Rivers. Lord Liuhe came here to watch the sword."

Bai Lian looked at the sword in his hand, but did not speak.

"This sword is called Xiangsi Great Punishment. It can cut Wanxiangmeng. As long as Liuhe Lord is willing to hold the sword and kill the person in the dream, he can break through the realm."

To break the realm, what is broken is the illusion, and it is also the realm of cultivation.

Bai Lian didn't take the sword, but said sincerely: "It's better for you to kill Dream Breaker yourself, and then kill Buxin."

It didn't fall into his plan to kill people with a knife, none of the Six Rivers in the Demon Realm is a fuel-efficient lamp, and the Three Rivers Wangyi, if it is said that he came here today is just a gift of a dream.

who believes.

Faced with rejection, Wang Yi didn't feel annoyed, he played with the long sword in his hand lightly, and said with a soft smile: "Your Excellency may not know something, love silk is a big punishment, love silk is lovesickness, cutting dreams and thinking, as long as you have feelings If you use the sword to slash Sihe today, you can inherit her magic river power and leave this place."

"Of course, I'm fair. On the other side, the Master of Four Rivers must be watching your past carefully. When the story is blown away, the other me will also give you a sword."

His laughter continued slowly: "You must have seen this person's temperament with your own eyes. If she sees a sword, she will not be indecisive like you. She is a benevolent woman."

"If she kills you in a dream, Jun's future fate will rot and perish together with this sea of ​​night epiphyllum flowers."

"That makes sense." Bai Lian nodded, seemingly frightened by him, but also convinced, he took the sword of punishment very simply, and under the expectant and smiling eyes of the man, he swung the sword out, Cut the man in front of him into countless fragments.

He looked at the sharpness lingering on the sword, and said lightly: "It's extremely boring."

Sanhe Wangyi's consciousness began to fade away from this dream, and finally, his erratic and helpless voice sounded: "It's really surprising that you didn't waver and hesitate at all. I don't know whether to say that you are scary or naive. , it’s quite different from those in the past.”

naive?
Bai Lian raised the long sword in his hand, and the mirror-like blade reflected a pair of dark and calm eyebrows.

He has just seen through this dream, and the choice is his own, not the alternative answer given by others.

He put the sword edge between his necks, looked at Ning Feiyan's frozen picture with a calm expression, and suddenly sneered: "Liar, there is no girl who is not afraid of pain."

Bai Lian frowned slightly, and was about to end this boring illusion.

At this moment, thousands of butterflies rose from the still forest, and a white and cold palm pierced through the butterflies. It very lightly wiped off the force on the sword, grabbed the hilt, turned the blade over, and used the smooth side to touch it. Jian Jing knocked on Bai Li'an's head lightly and gently.

The familiar lazy voice sounded in my ears: "This kind of suicide is not suitable for you at all, Mr. Cangjian."

(End of this chapter)