Chapter 556 The merits and demerits balance
The abandoned demon girl cut off the demon emperor's head and sealed it again in the North Abyss, but did not take action to extinguish the demon curse fire in the forest where the succubi lived.
The fire continued, swallowing up thousands of forests and fields like a fire snake.
The mountains and rivers of the past were glorious yesterday, but most of them were destroyed overnight. I don’t know how many people in the forest covered by the demon fire can survive.
Ning Guanying, as the succubus demon lord, has the mission and obligation to protect the forest of Beiyuan.
The succubus was born in the long forest and raised in thousands of waters. The demons and fires are chaotic, and all the demons are destroyed. What is even more tragic is that they have no way out.
If this blazing demon fire is allowed to devour and burn the entire forest of Beiyuan, then the ownerless demon fire thing will absorb the spiritual energy of Beiyuan's earth veins, and consciousness will inevitably be born in the continuous fire. The new spirit of monsters.
By then, not to mention Beiyuan, even other demonic lands will suffer. In this way, the succubus clan will surely leave an eternal infamy on this continent.
Therefore, Ning Guanying united with the whole clan and vowed to die to form a seal and seal the mountain, isolating all the devil's breath and spiritual energy from the world outside the forest sea.
In this way, the Beiyuan Forest, a place where Feng Shui is flourishing, will inevitably fall into a state of scorch and death for thousands of years, and the land will be barren and unable to support life.
The long river is gradually setting, the dawn stars are sinking, the mountains are silent and the northern fields are silent, and the fire is silent.
In the fast fire and wind, I would rather step on the river than smoke and return, as if I were stepping on the slowly flowing stars and heavenly water.
She stepped on the waves, and the mountains and rivers seemed to collapse. The demonic river was filled with water, and the endless demon fire was destroyed at this moment.
The fierce demonic fire was swept into the river water, spread quickly 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 in Ning Feiyan's palm, turning into a clear blazing fire.
The creature in the light finally becomes a weapon.
The demonic fire weapon obediently bowed to her and turned into a shining scimitar, as thin as a butterfly wing, beautiful and almost demonic.
Seeing this scene, Bailian understood Ning Feiyan’s intention.
She gave the Ermo Mantra to the Demon Emperor of Beiyuan. The Demon Emperor turned his words into a curse to take revenge on the demon world. The curse fire swallowed up the spiritual energy source of most of the forest in Beiyuan, and finally refined himself to become a self-born spirit in the world. device.
The Namo mantra has been in her body since she was born. Ning Feiyan naturally has a hundred ways to subdue it.
Ning Guanying was stunned for a long time, looking at the messy and withered mountains and forests, still unable to understand what happened.
He was furious: "You traitor! In order to fulfill your own ambitions, you sacrificed and killed your own people! Madman! You are really a madman. Aren't you afraid of retribution for doing this?!"
Ning Feiyan turned her wrist lightly, and the scimitar with fire splashing in her palm flickered and turned into a silver bracelet.
She slowly circled the silver ring around her wrist and looked at him with a half-smile: "It's okay that my father has an unfair heart. How can he be so ignorant?"
She stretched out her hand under the cold moonlight, turned it over and took a closer look. The hand was white and beautiful, indeed like the slender jade used by a woman from a boudoir family to play the piano and hairpin.
She smiled faintly and said: "My hands are extremely clean, and they have not been stained by the blood of my fellow tribesmen."
Ning Guanying was so angry that he was shaking all over. If he hadn't been afraid of what was beneath her, Deeply demonic Changhe, he almost wanted to rush over and tear her into pieces: "You are talking nonsense!"
Ning Feiyan looked calmly at the panic-stricken people, she smiled, and took a few steps forward. Just about to speak.
At this moment, the paths of the dead leaves fluttering in the wind in the forest were suddenly disordered, and a swift spiritual arrow tore the heavy leaves into dust.
In the light and shadow, the smile on Ning Feiyan's face wiped away like smoke. She caught the arrow's trajectory with her peripheral vision, but coldly let the barb-covered sword penetrate into her shoulder bone. middle.
Blood dripped into the ink-colored river water.
She quickly looked away and looked at the woman standing on the ancient tree with a sinister expression on her face. Her eyes were wary and full of hatred. It was as if she saw a bad wolf about to invade their home and wanted to eat it. Its flesh, suck its blood.
Ning Feiyan just looked at her silently without speaking, his shoulders turned shockingly red, and his originally pretty thin lips lost their color.
Her pale thin lips moved slightly, and she sighed softly: "Why do you have such hatred and hatred? I have said that I will never touch the lives of people of the same clan."
Mrs. Ning said sadly: "Sophistry! You have not been pure in mind since you were a child. Those people in the clan have bullied you, humiliated you, beaten and scolded you. Even I don't like you. How much we prefer red makeup, you have Hate us so much.
The crazy things you are doing now are all because of your jealousy and resentment. It’s only my fault that I was soft-hearted and didn’t strangle you to death when you gave birth to such an evil thing! "
Hearing this, Bailian said, she personally sent Ning Feiyan to the Southern Wilderness Demonic Land to become a hostage. After ten years of separation, how could she be so sure that her thoughts were impure?< br>
After all, she still felt guilty and guilty. In her heart, she thought she was being harsh on her, and she also believed that the children she treated harshly had a negative impact on their homeland. Relatives must only have hatred but no love.
How can this be compared to Hong Zhuang who is so innocently loved by their side?
Since this woman clearly knows her partiality, it will make people jealous. Crazy, it is easy for people to make a mistake, so why should they be so stubborn and show no concern at all?
It's too late to rein in the horse at the edge of the cliff, and it's too late to mend the boat when it reaches the middle of the river.
But now that she has fallen off her horse and fallen into the river, she doesn't even have the slightest intention to make amends.
She sternly scolded Ning Feiyan for being crazy, but how could she know who was making the wrong mistake over and over again?
The sparse and falling forest leaves cut the moonlight into countless tiny shimmering fragments.
Ning Feiyan used that glimmer of light to understand the hatred in the woman's eyes.
There seemed to be a hint of helplessness in her eyes, and it passed quickly: "I think that everything I did was not out of resentment. My mother-in-law said that I was jealous and twisted because of your preference.
But I know it. Jealousy and resentment are totally unreasonable. You and my father had the gift of giving birth to me and the love of adoption. Even though you think my birth is unknown, you still keep me here and this love is always in my heart.”
< br>"I said I don't It’s not a lie to take the life of a fellow clan member.”
“The human heart is evil and selfish.” Ning Feiyan said calmly: “If the boy from the Yan family hadn’t come to provoke me, why would this happen?”
Her eyes Guang glanced at Ning and responded, the smile no longer in his eyes: "Back then, I was entrusted by my grandfather to inherit the poisonous stone. My father knew that he would check and treat all the captured people of the same clan, so why did he forget about me alone? ”
Ning Guiying's pupils suddenly shrank violently, and he looked at her in shock and confusion, speaking incoherently: "You mean...you mean..."
Ning Feiyan said calmly: "How can you do this if you are carrying a poisonous stone? Are you safe? You can never imagine how difficult it was for me during those days."
Her tone was light and indifferent, but her eyes were extremely deep and compelling.
“My blood and bones are burning, my muscles and veins are broken and aching, these are all easy to live with. What is really despairing is that I dare not touch a drop of water or take a bite of food, because the consequences of my willfulness will make me The whole body is burned, life is worse than death."
"But Aniang, you..."
Ning Feiyan paused for a moment, his eyes curled up, but there was no smile left: "The cooking cakes given to me that night were really delicious."
People's hearts are not made of iron, but Ning Feiyan Madam, her eyes widened and she was speechless.
Ning Feiyan calmed her expression and said: "Father, you are right. I grew up in the southern wilderness and know how to protect myself. I am not afraid of pain or suffering. But this does not mean I have no temper. If the boy from the Yan family hadn't tried to strangle me to death by the well, how could the blood I spit out be contaminated? Being infected with the demonic poison, since I am the host of the poisonous stone, the symptoms of the infection are naturally different from others."
"When he bullied me, his parents and elders looked on coldly, as if they were watching him murder. An animal, my father blamed me for killing my own kind, but how could I know that it was actually my own kind that killed me first?
I was just imitating them and being cold-eyed and silent, watching the poison in his body spreading wildly. In the end, just because they were selfish and ugly, they secretly sealed up all the infected human bodies to avoid contaminating themselves.
So much so that when the Demon Emperor was about to die, no one could care about those people who were imprisoned. Therefore, those of my own race who had bullied me and bullied me were helpless and perished in the sea of fire. Isn’t this the fault of themselves? "
Ning Feiyan sighed again: "In my father's eyes, they were very sad and sad when they died, but in my eyes, it was the same as they thought in the past. What they died was just some poultry and wild dogs. This Who is worth getting angry about? Facts have proved that I am more promising than this group of rubbish, right? ”
With a few words from Ning Feiyan, she took off her clothes completely.
What’s even more frightening is that Ning Guanying gradually loosened her mind and looked at him hesitantly. She: "But in the end, the forest of Beiyuan was destroyed, and the clan members suffered heavy casualties. It will be difficult for our succubus clan to rise again. What you did has finally passed..."
"Passed?" Ning Feiyan raised her eyebrows lightly, she opened her palms, and immediately an emperor's fangs and two bright red beads appeared on her palms.
Seeing this, Ning Guanying was shocked and lost her voice. She stumbled forward two steps and looked at the thing in her hand longingly: "This turns out to be... This turns out to be..."< br>
Ning Feiyan said calmly: "The emperor's fangs and the source of Sishui."
"The emperor's fifteen hundred years of cultivation are sealed in the fangs. In front of the Sihe King's Palace, I have been refining my cultivation for five hundred years. As for the origin of this god, isn't it the thing that my father has longed for? At that time, all the succubus clan came out, and they were able to snatch this object from the emperor's body, which blessed all the spirits in the forest. However, the object was later swallowed by the demon emperor's energy in the seal.
He is useless to the source of God, but he requires our tribe to sacrifice a thousand succubus every year for him to eat in exchange for the power of the source of God. On the eve of his breaking the seal, I exchanged the lives of one hundred thousand poultry and wild dogs for this thing, father. Do you still think I did something wrong now? ”
Ning Guanying never thought that the succubus clan would one day be able to fully control the legendary power of the gods. How could this not make people ecstatic.
Not to mention one hundred thousand succubi. , in order to replenish the emperor, the ancestors of his clan sacrificed a total of 300,000 of their clan's essence lives, just to gain a future.
He could hardly control his emotions: "Okay. well! Very good! My good daughter did this very well. "
He looked crazy, and even rushed to Mrs. Ning, slapped her on the ground, and reprimanded angrily: "As a mother, how can you be so rude when you use weapons against your own children? . ”
The change of situation made Mrs. Ning put away her long bow.
In Ning Feiyan's impression, Ning Guanying has always been a calm and dignified person, but today he lost his composure and was no different from those villains and wild dogs.
Sure enough, in the face of real interests, everyone's nature is like this.
Since we were born in the oven of heaven and earth, why bother to abandon this hypocrisy and seek that ethereal reality.
Ning Feiyan smiled indifferently. Only now did she realize that the forest where she was born and raised turned out to be such a boring place.
With a flick of her finger, she flicked a bead in her palm into Hongzhuang's arms, and said calmly: "Give me birth, raise me, hate me, abandon me. I remember this kindness and treat it as a gratitude without resentment. It’s just this kindness..."
She pulled out the spiritual sword from her body with a backhand expressionlessly. The sharpness of the barb cut the muscles and bones, bringing out the miserable red flesh and blood: "Should we consider the merits and demerits of this arrow to be equal to each other?"< br>
The sky is clear, the river is frosty, and the moon is white.
Every scene in front of you is frozen here.
Bailian stood in this illusion. He raised his head and glanced at the passing moon.
The moonlight illuminated his shadow, and the shadow under his feet suddenly twisted.
A man wrapped in mist emerged with a night-bloom in his hand. His appearance could not be seen clearly, but there was a little sparkle on his collar.
“Let’s get to know Wang Yi, the Lord of the Three Rivers in the Demon World.” His voice was indescribably clean and clear, and he couldn’t sense any demonic energy in his body. Looking at his outline, it looked more like he was walking in the turbulent world of the human world. A refined and elegant young man.
Bailian did not expect that the person who set up the trap tonight was actually the most mysterious Sanhe Wangyi.
It is said that this person is sleeping in an unknown place. Even when called by the Demon Lord, he has refused to respond several times. But today, for some unknown reason, he appears in this illusion.
Balian looked at him and said calmly: "Do people who have been sleeping for a long time like to do some boring things when they wake up?"
The man in front of him smiled silently, he raised his arm, and his fingertips were persistent The white Night Epiphyllum turned into a long silver sword, and the sword energy was like silk wrapped around the edge, showing a somewhat lingering and soft gorgeous beauty in the moonlight.
He smiled and said: "I don't like Burial Heart very much. If someone can kill him for me at the Jungui Banquet, I can really have a good sleep in the future. Therefore, we have a special banquet today. , invited the Lord of the Four Rivers and the Lord of the Sixth River to come here to watch the sword."
Bailian looked at the sword in his hand and said nothing.
“This sword is called Xiangsi Daxing, and it can kill all dreams. As long as the Lord of the Six Rivers is willing to hold the sword and kill the person in the dream, he can break out of the dream.”
Breaking the realm, breaking the illusion, is also the realm of cultivation.
Bailian did not take the sword, but said sincerely: "Why don't you kill the dream and break the realm yourself, and then kill the buried heart."
It didn't hit him and he borrowed the sword to kill someone. According to the plan, none of the six rivers in the demon world is a fuel-efficient lamp. If these three rivers are Wang Yi, he is just here today to give him the opportunity to dream.
Who believes it.
Wang Yi was not upset when he was rejected. He gently played with the long sword in his hand and said with a soft smile: "You may not know something. Love silk is a great punishment. Love silk is lovesickness. Dreams are cut off. Thinking, this sword can kill anyone who has feelings. If you hold the sword and kill Sihe today, you can inherit the power of her demon river and leave this place."
"Of course, I am fair. On the other side, the Lord of the Four Rivers must also be taking a closer look at your past. When the story is over, the other I will also bring a sword and give it to you."
His The laughter continued slowly: "What kind of character this person is, I believe you have seen it with your own eyes. If she saw a sword, she would not be as indecisive as you, a woman's kindness."
"She If I kill you in a dream, your future fate will rot and perish together with this sea of night flowers."
" That makes sense." Balian nodded, seeming to be frightened by him. As if he was convinced, he took the sword of punishment very simply. Under the man's expectant and smiling eyes, he swung the sword out and chopped the man in front of him into countless fragments.
He looked at the sharp threads lingering on the sword and said lightly: "It's extremely boring."
Sanhe Wangyi's consciousness began to fade away from this dream. Finally, his erratic and helpless voice sounded: "It's really surprising that you didn't hesitate at all. I don't know whether to call you scary or naive. This Lord of the Six Rivers , but it’s quite different from those in the past.”
Are you naive?
Bailian 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 that others are confusing and forcing him to give.
He put the blade of the sword across his neck, looked at Ning Feiyan with a calm expression and put it down, and suddenly sneered: "Liar, how can a girl not be afraid of pain?"
Balian's brows furrowed slightly, and he was about to end this boring fantasy.
At this moment, thousands of butterflies arose in the still forest, and a white and cold palm came through the butterflies, very lightly detached the force on the sword, grabbed the hilt, and turned the sword over. , and hit Balian on the head with the smooth sword mirror.
The familiar lazy tone sounded in my ears: "Suicide is not suitable for you at all, Mr. Hidden Sword."
(End of this chapter)