deadly mantra

Chapter 756 Who has seen the real Yan Xiu again?
That year, the Queen of Hell passed away and the Emperor of Hell died for his love.

How to cultivate the only bloodline left by the Yama clan?
This problem troubled the old Emperor of Hell for a day. Then, the old Emperor of Hell gathered everyone and spent a year to complete the life plan of the new Emperor of Hell.

In order to strictly implement the almost crazy plan in a step-by-step manner, the old King of Hell selected a total of 180 seven people from the Seven Kingdoms to serve as "strict teachers".

Among those people, none of them are ordinary people, and none of them are soft-hearted.

Who dares to slack off in the future of the Yama clan?
Even the old King of Hell himself couldn't afford the slightest accident.

The old King of Hell often said that reaching the ultimate state is just to endure a "loneliness".Facing the passage of time in life, the most fearful thing is being "unable to compete".

Fortunately among misfortunes, little Yan Xiu is indeed a descendant of the Yama clan.

With astonishing speed, he completely exceeded everyone's expectations of him, and repeatedly refreshed the understanding of those strict masters.

Ten years later, the strict masters went crazy because they had no more knowledge to impart to the little Yama.

The old Emperor of Hell began to say again that he had cultivated an unprecedented God Emperor for the Seven Kingdoms and the Emperor of Hell clan, but he seemed to have forgotten to ask, little Yan Xiu, do you need a day just for yourself?
At that time, Xiao Yan Xiu raised his head from the pile of documents, with a faint smile on his lips, and asked calmly:
Grandpa, am I a child?
At that time, little Yama was only ten years old.

According to his age, he is just a child.

A child who has not experienced any taste of childhood spends his childhood like this.

In his youth, Yan Xiu was mature, prudent, gentle, decisive in killing, knowledgeable about the past and present. He had the world in his heart and the marriage contract that the old Emperor of Hell made for him.

Over the years, he had always thought that this was the Emperor of Hell.

But now he suddenly realized that it was not so much that Gui Slave had never seen Emperor Yan lose control as it was that Yan Xiu had never shown his true emotions.

In the eyes of everyone, Yan Xiu is the God Emperor, the emperor who transcends perfection, and the Yama Buddha Xiu whom everyone admires.

But is it really so?

The ghost slave's body was trembling, but his brain was spinning extremely clearly -

Could it be that the Yan Emperor that all of them had known all along was the one that Yan Xiu was willing to let them see.What about the real Yan Xiu?
Where are you hiding?

Who has seen it before?
Shui Qingchen's deep and plain voice sounded like it was coming from the darkest depths of the ocean floor, and every word was like a huge hammer, hammering the ghost slave into an even more terrifying abyss:

"Before going down the mountain, Demon Emperor Xiao Ling asked me for a promise as Xiaoyin's father. At that time, I thought he would want me to protect Xiaoyin's safety and peace of mind, but no. Xiao Ling only said two words. One word - 'Save her'."

Shui Qingchen gently touched her eyebrows with his fingertips and said:

"Xiao Ling cares more about his daughter than anyone thought. I didn't understand at the time. He is the Demon Emperor. Why should I save his daughter?"

"Tonight, I finally understand why Xiao Ling is willing to lower his body and beg me."

"Gui slave, Xiao Ling is indeed Xiao Ling. He didn't find the wrong person."

"In this world, I am really the only one who can save her."

The voice is deep, and if you listen carefully, you can still find a hint of laughter.

Shui Qingchen spoke calmly and indifferently, but Gui Nu did not dare to think deeply about the meaning behind these words.

After a while, Shui Qingchen stood up holding Ji Fanyin with a smile on his lips:
"Xiaoyin has been wronged and asked me to think of other ways to relieve her anger."

He glanced sideways and said calmly:

"Then... break the bones one by one, whip them one hundred and eight times, cramp them, pull out the bones, wait until the last drop of blood is gone, and then throw them away to feed the wolves."

The ghost slave's hoarse voice was broken in his throat and could hardly be heard clearly:

"Yes……"

(End of this chapter)