Chapter 548 Precision Assassination
The ancient palace seemed to have fallen into eternal silence.
Dust that has not been disturbed for thousands of years floats freely in this space, like mist, covering the ancient and mysterious history of the temple.
Ning Feiyan’s fingertips slowly traced the texture of the mural. He Luo in the center of the second mural seemed to be awakened, and the gilded color like flames appeared inch by inch under her fingers. Ignite, the brilliant and gorgeous flowing fire is like waves, sweeping the Heluo map on fire.
Countless golden flowing fire rays of light bloomed from the murals. At a glance, the murals were as huge as the sky and were gilded and gorgeous. They were exceptionally sacred and beautiful.
There is no palace covering the dome. What is strange is a vast and magnificent ocean sky. I don’t know where this sky comes from. It is reflected by the golden flowing fire into a vast ocean of universe. It is ever-changing. One moment, the stars are shining, and the other is the sky. Silence.
Like the yin and yang of life and death, withering, prosperity, and decline alternate with each other.
Ning Feiyan closed her eyes and realized carefully that the sky, the sky, the universe, and the universe reflected the river of the demon world. At this moment, she felt the wonder of the combination of heaven and earth, and the ups and downs of yin and yang alternating between life and death.
The power of the demonic river in her body slowly penetrated into the river in the mural. The golden flowing fire continued to spread, and finally fell into a dark altar in front of the mural.
The altar is not big, but the mouth of the altar is as dark as an abyss, like a devil's abyss. Fire falls into it, and the brilliant light is instantly swallowed up.
Soon, a new energy flowed out of the altar.
The energy was dark, evil, cold, and dead, like the fire of hell burning in the Santu River.
Black fireworks rose fiercely, and soon the gold on the mural covered the flow. The painting that looked very sacred and great a moment ago seemed like a world of great demons.
The cold and evil breath penetrated Ning Feiyan's palm, eroding her breath. In an instant, she lost control of her body, and even her senses to the outside world disappeared.
The cold and evil black flames enveloped her body. Ning Feiyan did not lose her composure or panic, until the black flames penetrated into her skin as if they were insubstantial. Facing the Erhe on the mural, she suddenly A lot of information was sensed.
The power of the six rivers comes from the same source.
She calmly controlled her emotions and did not show any hostility towards the mural. The cold black inflammation penetrated into her skin and slowly flowed through her meridians, but Do not destroy the vitality in her body.
The process of understanding the power of the river hidden in the murals is extremely long.
One day passed silently.
The fine dust in the air burned into black sparks.
Ning Feiyan suddenly opened her eyes, and her dark eyes reflected the cold black flames. She smiled and said softly and slowly: "Found it."
Among the dark murals, she found the one in the center of the river bed. A little crimson, during this day and night, she deduced it countless times in the illusion of her consciousness, and found this cinnabar color that was like the blood of her heart.
She raised her fingers lightly and tapped the red color with her fingertips. The black flame lingering around her body disappeared in an instant, and the mural in front of her returned to its original thick and ancient colors. .
Ning Feiyan smiled knowingly, each of the six rivers has an intrinsically special name, but for the river owner, this name is the biggest secret that he should protect.
Of course, apart from Yihe Shuci, she has two river names, namely Immortal and Demon Soldier. She has never deliberately concealed this name, which shows how proud and arrogant she is.
She was not worried at all that revealing the name of the river would affect her power and status, and she did not bother to hide it.
But other river owners cannot be as lawless as her.
But at this moment, Ning Feiyan already knew completely what Erhe’s name was.
The Killing River.
This is a river that proves the Tao through killing. Only by completely abandoning human nature, conscience, and murderous intentions can one enter the Tao.
The more murderous it is, the more powerful it is.
It’s no wonder that for thousands of years, this place has only been under Shuci, and Erhe’s status cannot be shaken.
But precisely because he is extremely powerful, this slight weakness is also extremely fatal.
Ning Feiyan watched carefully as the bright red color on the river map slowly disappeared with the quicksand, and the smile in her eyes became deeper and deeper.
Since he achieved enlightenment with his murderous intention, there is naturally no reason to pick up the things he once abandoned. The redness of his heart, which is as red as the blood in his heart, may be hiding his last kind thoughts towards someone.
Ning Feiyan already knew how to deal with Erhe Zhanxin.
She already knows his secret. Counting the time, there are still two days.
Next, is the secret of His Majesty the Demon Lord.
Ning Feiyan rose up, her figure as light as dust, standing on a towering and spectacular palace pillar, but even so, the dome above the palace was still too far away to be touched.
She observed the trajectory of the stars above her head with a solemn expression. Countless purple-winged demon butterflies danced silently out of her broad sleeves. The butterfly wings fluttered in the wind and turned into mist, and the misty mist penetrated deep into the sky. .
So Ning Feiyan began to carry out a huge deduction technique, searching for the constant changes in the life, death and prosperity of the dome.
This sky seems to record the system operation of the heavens and the world. Ning Feiyan struggled to deduce it, and his 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.
Finally, the starry sky faded away, and the whole world began to be reshaped in the silence. Those fallen star fragments turned into the pure starlight of the world, and the mottled light bloomed into a flower in the darkness.
A golden flower that Ning Feiyan had never seen before in this world bloomed quietly in the long night.
When the pistil blooms, the heart part of the flower is filled with a ray of remnant soul.
Just a wisp, as weak as the wind will blow away.
But it is such a weak spiritual consciousness that is being nurtured in this vast ancient universe of the night.
The mist transformed by the purple butterfly was lightly dyed by the stamens, and the remaining soul sleeping in the golden flower seemed as if the long-dried petals suddenly absorbed the nutrients that nourished it.
A deep purple consciousness suddenly rose up in the flower stamens, greedily biting Ning Feiyan's consciousness, and absorbed it crazily.
Ning Feiyan's deduction process was already extremely exhausting, but now something strange happened suddenly. Her face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her body standing on the palace pillar was even a little shaky.
The consciousness of the remnant soul was very weak, but Ning Feiyan found that she could not resist in front of it, as if she was born to be suppressed by the remnant soul. She widened her eyes and looked at the sky The soul slowly blossomed above her, and the fear deep in her heart surged out uncontrollably. She looked at the golden flower in the sky in shock, speechless.
Facing the fear brought to her by the remnant soul in the golden flower, Ning Feiyan didn't know how to make a decision.
This kind of fear makes people extremely uneasy. The most correct way for Mingzhe to protect herself at this moment is to cut off the tail of the gecko and abandon the consciousness lost outside the body. Even if the demonic element is damaged as a result, she should stay away as soon as possible. That flower.
Ning Feiyan forcibly stabilized her mind and remained silent for a long time. When she looked up again, the pain and fear in her eyes were gradually replaced by a sense of decisive 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 try to recall, nor did it cut off the connection between the body and the spiritual consciousness. Ning Feiyan stood up unsteadily, put his two fingers together into a sword, and pressed hard against In his heart, he gritted his teeth and whispered: "Shenzang, open!"
Everyone's body contains a huge treasure, but the cultivation level has not been reached, the opportunity has not arrived, and there is no key to open this treasure. The treasure is wide open.
If the door is forcibly destroyed and opened wide, then the door will never be able to be closed, and the energy, longevity, talent, and potential in the Shenzang can only be allowed to continue to flow away.
Her eyebrows were cracked, and blood was flowing down the bridge of her white nose.
This is not a gecko with its tail cut off, it is clearly feeding the tiger with its body.
The divine treasure is wide open, and the energy is flowing freely. The consciousness of the remaining soul in the golden flower slowly awakened.
That consciousness was not powerful, but it was huge and terrifying, sweeping up all Ning Feiyan's leaked consciousness.
“The familiar power of Shaman Soul. As one of the six rivers in the demon world, I am very surprised to be able to break the order and appear in the realm of Xuanting.”
Shaman Soul is the name of the Four Rivers.
Ning Feiyan consumed a lot of smoke, her body was shaky, and her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. However, despite this, she did not lose her manners, and knelt down on the pillars calmly and gracefully, her heart beating violently, but her voice was still It is extremely calm and peaceful: "The Four Rivers are rather than smoke, and I pay homage to His Majesty Qinluo."
Qinluo is the taboo name of the old demon king of the previous generation.
It is the father of the current Demon Lord, who died in the battle between gods and demons.
Ning Feiyan has always suspected that there was something fishy in the death of the old devil. Today, Xuanting and his party really fulfilled her suspicion.
Who would have thought that in this world, there is still a remnant soul of the old Demon Lord that has not been extinguished, but His Majesty the Demon Lord has concealed this matter.
"The succubus inherits the Demon River, which is a rare thing I have seen in my life, and it is ranked fourth, and the level is really not low."
The thoughts in the golden flower stopped absorbing her The power of divine consciousness obviously recognized that Ning Feiyan had no hostility towards him.
Ning Feiyan’s pale face was flushed with excitement, and he said: “If everyone in the demon world knows the news that His Majesty Qinluo is still alive, their morale will definitely rise. Why worry about not being able to conquer the six realms and ascend the throne? "Shending."
"I have perished long ago. What is in front of you now is just a lingering memory. No one has entered this realm of Xuanting for thousands of years. Is my son Milu still safe now?" ”
Ning Feiyan pretended to hesitate and said: "After His Majesty Qinluo died in the battle, Young Master Milu angered the Corpse Demon King and was beaten back to its original form, sealed and trapped in the Ancient Cave of Ten Thousand Demons. It damaged its foundation and was abandoned by Young Master's protector recently. After being rescued and returned to the demon world, everything is fine."
The old demon king's consciousness was strangely silent for a long time.
“You are telling me that Young Master Milu, after thousands of years, my son has not yet ascended to the legitimate throne, and is only Young Master?”
Ning Feiyan caught something strange. In the atmosphere, he looked slightly surprised and said: "Your Majesty Qinluo, when you passed away, you passed the throne to your daughter, not the young master, you... forgot Do you remember?”
The old demon king’s thoughts contained a hint of anger: “If she hadn’t spent three thousand years of life, beheaded herself, and used the body of the demon king to protect my son from the disaster, I would How could she pass the throne to a bastard and abandoned demon? She promised me that she would return the throne to my son after a thousand years, but she broke her promise!"
Ning Feiyan's heart was filled with turmoil. She never thought that there would be such a cause and effect in the birth of the new king.
But if this is the case, why does His Majesty the Demon Lord want to raise a tiger to cause trouble and keep the old Demon Lord's residual thoughts in that golden flower?
She vaguely felt that this matter was by no means simple, and that woman must have hidden deeper plans and conspiracies.
Ning Feiyan was waiting to ask more questions when suddenly, the stars in the sky began to undergo terrifying and chaotic changes. The forty-eight pillars of the huge hall shook violently, and countless dust trembled, like splashing everywhere.
The patterns on the six murals seemed to be disturbed by some kind of power, slowly fading away and dispersing. Even the outline of the golden flower in the sky became extremely ethereal, like an illusion. The old devil The remaining spiritual thoughts are almost impossible to detect.
This is... someone is forcibly breaking open the Xuanting door!
Looking at the entire demon world, the only one who can do this is Yihe Shuci.
The cost of forcing a door open was extremely terrifying. Ning Feiyan could not understand what a major event had happened in the demon world, but she actually took action herself.
Ning Feiyan’s eyes were slightly cold, she wiped the blood from her eyebrows, stood up straight and said excitedly: “Your Majesty Qinluo, your daughter has violated her oath and suppressed His Highness Shaojun everywhere over the years. Today’s Shaojun is a demon My wings have been destroyed, my spine has been broken, and it is almost impossible to regain the throne. I am the person appointed by your Highness, the Young Concubine. I risk my life to come here today just to be my Highness. Looking for an opportunity to make a comeback, I also ask His Highness Qinluo to give me some advice."
When the old devil heard the words 'Your Highness, Young Concubine', he was about to leave. He condensed again and headed towards Ning Feiyan. Sure enough, he sensed the forbidden seal belonging to the young concubine in her body, and his attitude became gentle.
The golden flower trembled in the wind, and its stamens seemed to be exposed, exuding a wisp of golden liquid. As the liquid fell, it quickly turned into a red-gold feather, floating in front of Ning Feiyan.
"I can't help you much now because I can't help you much. I can only use sacrifice to separate my remaining thoughts and condense this piece of Kata-kun's Feather, which contains the secret of my technique, the Nine Secret Death Scroll. ', if you give this feather to my son, he will Re-tempering the demonic bones of the king's wings."
Ning Feiyanzhuang put away the golden feather, closed his long eyes slightly, and said warmly: "I will obey the holy order!"
"Also, although my regrets will disappear, the main soul Still, only that rebellious girl knows where the soul of my Lord is. It is a sword, a silver sword. As my concubine, you must do everything you can to learn about that sword from her. My whereabouts, only in this way can I return to this world... ..."
Speaking out the last extremely important information, the residual thought could not bear the weakness of consumption and turned into a little starlight, dissipating in the night sky. Only that golden flower remained forever. Unchanging, meandering and blooming.
After confirming that the old devil's consciousness had completely disappeared from this state, Ning Feiyan crushed the golden feather without hesitation and allowed the king-level mysterious skills to be integrated into his body bit by bit.
The Nine Secret Death Scroll is indeed magical and powerful. The door to the divine treasure that she just opened by force stabilized quickly the moment the technique was integrated into her body, and the lost consciousness was restored 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 was really going to marry Na Milu?
If you hand over this piece of feather and let Milu grow, will you fall into a situation where you are unable to compete and be slaughtered?
I'm really sorry, Ning Feiyan doesn't have such a strong sense of mission.
As for the old demon king who asked her to find the little sword that sealed his main soul, Ning Feiyan didn't have that spare time. She had gained a lot today, and the same would inevitably arouse the suspicion of the demon king. Why should she? Provoking her again in such a dire time will arouse her suspicion.
Moreover, the death of the old devil would be more beneficial to her.
Now that she already has two masters oppressing her, why bother to find a bigger and more terrifying master for herself.
What she would rather Feiyan want is the blazing sky and the scorching sun like me, free and unrestrained, rather than being a dog that can be ordered around for eternity.
The noise coming from the outside world is getting louder.
On the eve of Yihe Shuci breaking through the door, Ning Feiyan transformed into the devil again, opened the door of the cave with magatama, and drew up the perfect devil's aura with the breath of the feather, and walked out with cold eyes. .
Atop the huge rock, a pale girl stood like a ghost with an expressionless face. Her lips were a poisonous blue-gray color, and her whole body was full of death. Her tattered gray robe had not been washed for an unknown period of time. She looked at Some are sloppy and messy, fluttering in the mountain wind.
She looked at Ning Feiyan quietly, not feeling at all how disrespectful her behavior just now was, and slowly said: "Your Majesty, the Thirteenth Division of Qingzhou is in danger, and the Demon King of the Dragon Clan is marching in. , approaching the underworld I hope your majesty can decide on a countermeasure when I come to Zhouwang City."
Ning Feiyan looked coldly: "With you Shu Ci in the royal city, and the two rivers of Burial of Heart, and the four rivers of Ning Feiyan, they must be impregnable. Such small things come Disturbing my practice, it seems that I really indulge you too much on weekdays!"
Shu Ci's expression did not change, and he said calmly: "The war is a national matter, how can it be such a small matter? This time the Dragon Demon King has cultivated his power! A change from the past, injustice everywhere Jing, if the barrier of the royal city is really broken, the evil spirits sealed under the royal city are a hundred times more ferocious than the evil spirits in other realms, and the capital of the royal city will inevitably be in chaos. Shu Ci is brave, and I hope that your majesty can sit down and strengthen my power!"
Ning Feiyan didn't dare to spend time with her here. Shu Ci had a venomous eye. If he stayed with her for a long time, he would definitely be noticed. She pretended to be impatient and responded lightly: "I will handle this matter myself. River Lord, you can retreat."
"Yes." Shu Ci bowed his head and retreated, and quickly disappeared into the deep cliff.
Ning Feiyan was about to hide his figure and take on the identity of this demon king.
At this moment, in the abyss below the cave behind her, a strong aura of demonic resentment suddenly rose, and a scarlet bead was silently hidden in the darkness.
All this happened so fast, the Shemali of the hundred thousand resentful demons was hidden in the Hades King City at some point.
And the leader of the Resentment Demon suddenly self-destructed and successfully sent the bead into Ning Feiyan's body.
This was a long-planned assassination.
The Demon Lord’s trip to Lanzhou is a top secret, announcing to the outside world that she will enter the Xuanting Cave to practice.
But who would have thought that foreign demons could actually stay here so early.
The assassination was completed successfully at the cost of annihilation.
But no one knew that the Demon Lord was actually hers.
(End of this chapter)