love across the three realms

Chapter 691 There Are Many Kinds of Love (4)

Yan Feng's red eyes looked at the baby in his arms, the baby was extremely beautiful, neither crying nor fussing, his eyes met with spirit.

Yan Feng raised the corners of his lips: "Baby, it was you~ Mother gave you life, and now only you can mend her remaining soul, father will not force you, everything is up to you to choose."

He put down the baby and let him climb on the ground, Chen Xing's soul was like a small transparent lamp, flickering slightly in mid-air.

The little baby showed a nostalgic look towards Yi Po, he turned his head and raised the corners of his lips slightly towards the tall man, unexpectedly it was exactly the same as Yan Feng's expression before, he crawled in front of Yi Po, stretched out his chubby little hand, Putting it together in the fleshy palm, a uniform and powerful golden light penetrated from the little baby's body, enveloping the entire body.

Yipo became round and crystal clear again, and when the golden light dissipated, the baby also disappeared into the air.

There were slight ups and downs in Yan Feng's eyes, but a faint smile slowly leaked out: "Good boy, you are worthy of being the child of Yan Feng and Chen Xing. If you are destined to be with us tens of thousands of years later, I will pay you back for your father who saved your mother today." Feelings."

Yan Feng embraced Chen Xing's soul, and suddenly turned to the army of immortal gods who had surrounded him and never left: "As you can see, the demon god has passed away and will no longer be a threat to you. The demon world will rise immediately and retreat to the extreme north. For 3 years, I will no longer care about the affairs of the Three Realms. I am no longer a demon king!"

He gently held Chen Xing Yipo in his hand, and said softly: "Xing'er, I will sleep with you. After tens of thousands of years, we will start again."

In the snow and rain all over the sky, the beautiful demon king Yanfeng, with black and golden robes fluttering, and black hair that reached the ground fluttered in all directions. He was holding a newborn baby in his arms, his eyes were bloody, and his forehead was condensed. With a little blood, the red halo began to spread, separating him from the world. His lips closed and closed slightly, and he uttered an ancient and rhythmic spell.

"Blood Curse, Blood Curse——" The chaotic and terrified voices came, but they couldn't shake the choice he made.

His beautiful face was half stern and half gentle.

In the red color soaring to the sky, the demon king Yanfeng disappeared in front of him.

An inconspicuous gleam of light enveloped a few crystal clear balls, one of which was white, and six black with golden brilliance. They pierced through the red flames and flew towards the land of consonance in the south.

On the way, a giant roc flew by, and its huge wings brought a gust of wind. A gap was torn apart by the wind, and the white one was knocked out from the gap, while the other six were turned around by the wind. , flying away towards the far west.

Tens of thousands of years is an unimaginable length of time for human beings.

In the mirror, only the sun rises and the moon sets, and the stars move.

In the Three Realms, the demon race returned to the dark night, and the god race disappeared. Only the fairy race remained, and the human race was derived.

And the far west is under the unified control of their heaven.

In that year, there was a baby boy in the heaven. He had golden eyes, long black hair, and handsome facial features.

Although he had six wings on his back and was respected as a seraph, his eyes always had a hint of arrogance and unruly. The Lord God named him Lucifer, hoping that he would be like a bright star, the son of the morning.

1000 years later, in the ancient east, the heavenly book of the fairy clan began to change again, this time pointing to Queer, the youngest daughter of the leader of the Suzaku clan in the south who had just been born.

(End of this chapter)