Chapter 549: The Demon Lord Returns to the City
The resentful demon clan, as this magic power exploded and ignited in an instant, was completely extinct in the demon world.
Such a decisive, tragic and desperate assassination can fail again.
Ning Feiyan didn't even have time to look at the appearance of the resentful demon, and he had already disappeared into ashes between the world.
An unimaginable terrifying force invaded her body, and Ning Feiyan clearly heard the sound of her bones being shattered.
With a pop, she vomited blood, fell forward, and fell on the cold stone steps.
The skin on her entire back began to slowly open countless slender openings, and the cold and sinister power penetrated from her wounds, as if it was constantly picking apart her bones, flesh, and internal organs.
The unparalleled pain was enough to tear everything apart. In the face of such pain, Ning Feiyan suddenly felt that the torture and pain he had suffered were simply not worth mentioning in front of this.
She lay down on the steps, choking and coughing out black blood.
A large amount of blood continued to drip out from under his clothes, dripping on the stone steps and seeping into the cracks in the stone.
At this moment, she couldn't even control her breath. A heavy fog filled the mountains, and countless colorful butterflies danced in the fog. It was the original power from the Four Rivers Shaman Soul that was collapsing.
Ning Feiyan was deeply enveloped and controlled by the majestic and uncontrollable sense of solemn destruction.
She tried her best to avoid unnecessary movements that would cause greater trauma to her body.
But even so, even the weakest beating from the heart will tear the slender wounds on the back deeper.
In such a desperate situation, Ning Feiyan forced his consciousness to wake up and calm down. This was undoubtedly a very painful process. Being awake meant enduring all the pain, fear, and death.
She did not despair because of this, because she knew that Shemali could kill gods and demons, and even if the demon king's true body was here, he would still have a narrow escape.
She should have been shaken out of her mind the moment Shemali exploded in her body, but she didn't and miraculously struggled to survive.
Ning Feiyan knew that it was the function of the feather left to her by the old devil. Of course, the Nine Secret Death Scroll could not save her life from the destructive power of Shemoli.
It was the golden flower in the sky of Xuanting. The mysterious flower that nourished the consciousness of the old devil’s remnant soul caused some subtle changes in that monarch’s feather, and it was able to withstand the evil spirit. An explosion of profit.
Although her situation is still dangerous at the moment, she may die at any time.
But at least she is still alive for now. Since she is alive, there is still hope. Ning Feiyan will not give up any possibility of survival.
Countless noisy footsteps came from the dense forest outside the cave, and the firelight shone into the long night. Apparently, the assassination of the resentful demon exposed the perfect aura that he had always concealed.
Ning Feiyan stretched out her trembling palms and pushed herself up on the ground. Such a simple movement caused the wound on her back to bleed more violently, and her pale cheeks were covered with wetness. sweat.
Enduring the severe pain of tearing her body, she raised her hand to calm down all the chaos of flying mist butterflies in the forest. She gritted her teeth to hide Sihe's aura, and for a moment her body was like a raging fire. It was so painful that I wanted to kill myself.
She stood up with difficulty and watched expressionlessly as a group of dark demons, led by Erhe Burial Heart, rushed here one after another.
The sharp and frightened shouts of the demons spread everywhere: "Protect! Protect!"
"The demon king has been assassinated! Corpse-killing guards are guarding all sides, and any offenders will be punished!"
The demons They were shocked and frightened in their hearts. In the Hades Palace, a resentful demon had been allowed to stay in the palace for so long. They didn't notice it at all, and they actually allowed it to succeed.
The matter of the Resentment Demon Clan refining Shemali was not known to the outside world. Only the Demon Lord and the Demon Clan spies who submitted the report knew about it. The other Demon Clan did not know what happened just now.
But looking at the miserable appearance of the Demon Lord covered in blood outside the forbidden Xuanting Cave, I guessed that the hateful resentful demon just now had actually injured His Majesty's holy body.
An old demon man dressed as a doctor came out and said anxiously: "How is the injury of His Majesty's Holy Body? I boldly ask for your Majesty's permission to treat your injury."
Ning Feiyan only used a cold His eyes stopped him from approaching, and his eyes were filled with evil energy and chilled to the bones. Cool, she said coldly: "A mere resentful demon can actually know the realm of Xuanting and lurk here. Is this how you protect the city of Hades?"
Erhe Buried Heart Watch He glanced at Ning Feiyan and frowned secretly, although the Resentful Demon Clan's refining of Shemoli was under the instruction of His Majesty the Young Master.
But the real day of the assassination was supposed to be at the banquet of your return. How could he suddenly take action today?
What is even more incredible is that she was able to survive despite being severely injured by Shemali.
Is His Majesty's cultivation now so strong that he can compete with Shemali?
While he was thinking silently, Ning Feiyan's cold eyes fell on him from afar on the long stairs.
A shiver ran down Erhe's heart as she heard her voice full of rage and cruelty: "If it weren't for the people of my clan in the royal city who should cooperate with each other inside and outside, I don't think the resentful demon would have the ability to find Xuanting. The cave is such a forbidden place."
Erhe Burial's heart tightened, and he said calmly: "Your Majesty, please calm down. If you are really so rebellious, I will not tolerate it! However, His Majesty is seriously injured at this moment, so he should be treated as soon as possible with the Holy Body."
Ning Feiyan's eyes were fierce and scarlet: "Erhe. Do you want to hide your traitorous nature and continue to hide it under my nose?”
Seeing that she was really angry, even His Majesty was afraid that his serious injury would touch his back, so he couldn't continue to say anything, so he had to lead everyone to retreat and search for the rebels in the city.
Without His Majesty's permission, the demon doctors did not dare to get close and take the initiative to treat her. Everyone could see the murderous intent in her eyes.
When the demon king is angry, it can be said that all directions are destroyed.
No one dares to make her unhappy at this time.
The gathered demons quickly dispersed like birds and beasts, each going to perform their duties.
Ning Feiyan looked at the deep night, the disguised murderous aura in her eyes gradually giving way to slumped weakness. She lowered her head and vomited out two mouthfuls of blood, and was about to return to the Hades Palace to suppress the raging injuries in her body.
But God's will did not follow human complaints, and deep rumbling thunder came from the distant sky. In the terrifying lightning in the sky, black evil energy swept across and split most of the sky.
The mysterious and powerful aura has crossed the borders of mountains, rivers and countries, and is returning in the direction of Hades with astonishing speed and domineering attitude.
Ning Feiyan looked pale and felt her teeth were cold.
She was back one day before the three-day appointment. Her eyes suddenly lost all life, and the mental pressure of death made her extremely tired and heavy. Knowing that it was no longer possible to protect herself under the identity of the Demon Lord, she did not make any stops and headed towards the Chaomu Hall without hesitation. The direction flew away.
Taking advantage of the opportunity of the Demon Lord's return, he hid himself in the night, dripping with blood, but was very vigilant and careful not to leave any traces on the ground.
On the cliff, the figure of Yihe Shuci, who had left early, appeared vaguely in the dim shadows. She seemed to have a pair of devil-like eyes, cold and deep, discerning Ning Fei. The smoke was palpitating, and the cold blue-grey thin lips suddenly curved into a cruel arc.
When the Demon Lord returned to the city palace, there was already an uproar everywhere. The streets and alleys under the royal city were filled with demon soldiers, and there were even demon generals stationed there.
We are going door to door for interrogation. Although the royal city is not a mess at the moment, there has not been such a big commotion in the royal city for many years.
The demonic energy in the sky rolled into a ferocious demonic dragon. The demonic king stood on the dragon's head, his black robe was like ink, and his cool eyes calmly watched everything happening in the city.
She did not restrain her aura, so Erhe was frightened and rushed over. He looked at His Majesty the Demon Lord who was covered in chills but unharmed in shock, and said in disbelief: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty ?”
The devil’s enchanting eyes turned slightly, and his tone was as calm as the still water under the ancient well: "The royal city is so lively today."
Zang Xin's scalp was numb and he asked cautiously: "Why did your Majesty come back to the city from the outside world? Isn't it the day to go to Xuanting Cave Mansion in the past few days?"
The Demon Lord said lightly: "I went to Qingzhou and just returned today."
Now Zang Xin has completely confirmed that the majesty he just met in Xuanting Cave is fake.
Who is so bold as to dare to transform into His Majesty the Demon Lord and sneak into the ancient forbidden land of the Demon Clan?
What exactly does that person want to do?
How did she do it?
Burning Heart was in a state of confusion. His Highness Shaojun cut off one of his arms and even reluctantly sacrificed the Old Demon Lord for the sake of the Anbu force, the Resentful Demon Clan, who wanted to refine Shemali at all costs. The earth must also get rid of this great scourge.
Who would have thought that after giving up the power of the Demon Demon, all members of the Resentful Demon clan were wiped out, only to be seriously injured by evil beasts who did not know where they came from.
Such a precious piece of samadhi was wasted in vain.
It will be even more difficult to assassinate the Demon King in the future.
The hatred in his heart was overwhelming, and he was clenched with heartache, but he did not dare to show it on his face. He solemnly said: "Today, there is a resentful demon lurking, trying to kill His Majesty the Demon Lord. I will wait for you in Xuan. In front of Tingdong Mansion, it was found that His Majesty was seriously injured. Thinking of this, someone must be bold. He acted recklessly and turned into His Majesty, trespassing into the forbidden area. "
There was no sign of surprise on His Majesty's face. His eyes were lowered and cast a faint shadow. Such a simple action made a huge difference. Zang Xin suddenly felt that the atmosphere was not right and became depressing.
I heard the Demon Lord chuckle, and her right hand slowly came out from the edge of her sleeve. She held a golden flower with pistils on her fingertips. Her fingers were all long and white, and the knuckles were distinct. It was difficult to distinguish the flowers for a while. Who is more eye-catching, or hands?
She held the flower in front of her eyes, with a trace of imperceptible anger in her enchanting and narrow eyes. She narrowed her eyes slightly and said calmly: "Since I was seriously injured, how can I find this person in the city?" It's not difficult for people, isn't it? "
In the dark night, the evergreen lamps swayed faintly, and there were fireflies walking in clusters in front of the temple.
Ning Feiyan returned to the Chaomu Palace, took off her bloody clothes and put on a clean and loose moon-white nightgown, which was casually loose on her body, making her shoulders become even weaker and thinner.
She lit incense in the room to cover up the smell of blood.
Hongzhuang, who was standing in front of the hall, was quite at a loss. She looked at Feiyan who was rummaging around in the hall with extreme anxiety and irritability. Blood was pouring out of his lips and nose uncontrollably, making his face pale and haggard. There was a vague sense of despair and death, and he looked like he might fall down at any time.
Hongzhuang has never seen Ning Feiyan in such a miserable state. Her eyes turned red quickly. She hurriedly stepped forward and said with a choked voice: "Sister, what are you looking for? I can help you."
Ning Feiyan's rummaging movement paused for an instant. She raised a pair of cold eyes, looked at her and sneered: "Help me? What can you do to help me? Your face was completely ruined back then. After escaping that disaster, I even went to the Palace of the Four Rivers for you. Milu ostensibly wanted to marry a young concubine, but the whole clan knew that what he wanted was a furnace that could withstand the suffering that was gnawing back at him, so he asked his parents to Due to your preference, it is up to me to complete this engagement for you. From childhood to adulthood, I have not prevented any disaster for you."
The palace door was not closed, and the cold wind swept across it, making it cold. The morning and evening hall was silent.
Hongzhuang froze in place, suddenly feeling a little cold in her body, and her cheek seemed to have received a hot slap. She had no way to refute, and she was absolutely ashamed and ashamed.
Because everything Ning Feiyan said was true.
There was a hint of sarcasm in Ning Feiyan's eyes, and her words were as hurtful as sharp arrows: "I never asked you to do anything for me by my side, so why do you have to fall into this ridiculous self? Touched, do you think it’s the face under your mask that I hate?”
< br>Hongzhuang stood there numbly, her throat seemed to be blocked by something hard and sour, her eyes became increasingly red: "Sister..."
Ning Feiyan lowered her head , her expression couldn't be seen clearly in the shadows, and she could only hear her hateful words slowly spoken.
"What I hate the most is your pretentious look. If you want to shed tears, go to your mother to cry. I feel disgusted when I see you."
Although Ning Feiyan is said to be cold-hearted, she rarely hurts others with such vicious words. If she says it's disgusting, it must be really disgusting.
Hongzhuang suddenly felt like a stain that could not be seen. She did not dare to stay here for a moment longer. She packed up her last bit of self-esteem in embarrassment and left Chaomu Palace as fast as she could escape.
The night outside the palace is getting darker, and the long night seems to have no end in sight.
Ning Feiyan didn't take a second look at Hongzhuang. She found a brazier and burned the charcoal fire.
Take out a forest white fang as long as an adult's arm from the Qiankun Bag and roast it with a fierce fire.
The tips of the fangs are turning strangely black and purple at a speed visible to the naked eye, glowing with a vicious light, like crystals.
At this time, the palace window was suddenly pushed open, and sporadic cold rain wet the window sill.
Bailian climbed through the window and entered the hall. The first thing he saw was Ning Feiyan sitting calmly on the bench. Her breath was extremely weak and she was almost dying, but her eyes were extremely bright, reflecting the Carbon furnace, there seems to be a flame deep in the pupils that cannot be extinguished.
He frowned and looked at the sharp and long fang in her hand. The tip was like venom-quenched juice, and the color was deep purple and black. It was extremely uncomfortable to look at.
Ning Feiyan glanced sideways at Balian, but did not accuse him of failing to fulfill their agreement, and said calmly: "I need you to do me a favor."
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Balian glanced at her face, his eyes moved slightly, he frowned and quickly came behind her, and pulled up the edge of her collar with his fingers, only to see her horrible back, filled with resentment. strong.
(End of this chapter)