The new demon emperor's throne transmission ceremony continued. After the ceremony, he, as the father, moved to Fengming Palace.81 Chinese website

"My son--" he smiled heartily and looked at the boy in a red shirt hanging down in the hall with a kind look.

The boy paused and turned slowly.

But seeing the delicate eyebrows and eyes of the faces of the people, the charm and immaturity coexist, and the charming and charming are natural. The corners of the phoenix eyes are winding red, bright and dripping, and there seems to be fog in his eyes. When he sees the expression in his eyes clearly, he is stunned.

He actually saw countless fragmented shadows in his youngest son's eyes, which were extremely strange.

"Who are you?"

Donghuang Fenghua did not speak out, but he could see from those eyes that the other party wanted to convey the words.

"I am your father." He smiled stiffly and said in a warm voice.

"Come and take me out?" Donghuang Fenghua still said nothing, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

"This..." Since he had turned into a human form, it was okay to let the young son appear in front of everyone. He nodded with a smile.

Immediately afterwards, something strange happened. He couldn't help but take a step, saw his hand pushing open the door of the hall, and heard his voice coming out slowly.

"From now on, all restrictions in Fengming Palace will be lifted!"

The youngest son actually used soul-catching technique on him, and he was shocked.

In a gorgeous and luxurious hall, the man in front of King Yin was worried. She frowned and looked casually and asked with concern: "Is he frowning about the matter of Donghuang Fenghua recently?"

The man just sighed and had not answered yet.

King Yin calmed down his displeasure in his eyes, looked at him calmly, and said again: "My little girl has been obsessed with him since she saw Fenghua a few days ago. Why not let him marry into the Yin family?"

The man finally turned around, looked back, and used an incredible look to the hidden king who was determined to win. The youngest son was his son, the blood of the true god, and the most noble and ancient Phoenix clan in the world. How could he be compared with ordinary people of the demon clan?

"But Fenghua is different from those male demons after all, and he cannot give birth to children for the Yin family. This is not appropriate." The old demon emperor put his hands together between his sleeves, weighed the words and said warmly.

The contempt in the eyes of King Hidden was even more serious, but he smiled kindly and said cheerfully: "It's okay, as long as Fenghua and Yanran are happy with each other, what's wrong?"

Thinking of the innate strange eyes of the youngest son, in time, he can control others as much as he wants. This old demon king who is worried about the change of ownership in the demon world, he must also prevent his youngest son from making bad plans in the future. If he can take the opportunity to send his youngest son out, he can control the hidden king, and secondly, he doesn’t have to worry about raising a tiger.

As long as the youngest son can restrain the Yin King, he will be able to save his worries now. What's more, in order to stabilize those hereditary families, he voluntarily married the Yin King's sister as the demon queen. As his son, what's wrong with sacrifice in this way?

Thinking of this, the old demon king bent his lips and smiled, "Then let's do it according to the Yin King's wishes."

The picture turned again. In a woman's boudoir with a fragrant fragrance, Donghuang Fenghua was sent by her father, and the outside of the house was immediately banned.

After a while, a beautiful and charming woman pushed open the door and walked in with a smile, holding a tray in her hand.

"Husband, after drinking this glass of wine, you are my Yin Yanran's man." She laughed sweetly, her eyes invasive and persistent.

Donghuang Fenghua just kept in mind the advice of his father, and without doubt he was there, he picked up the wine bottle and put it in the drink.

"Do you know, how long did I wait for this moment? Phoenix Blood finally got it..."

In a daze, he only saw the woman's sloppy and distorted face, his eyes gradually closed and he fell heavily to the ground.

Wake up again, cold, damp, and fishy.

Pain was his only feeling.

The air was filled with rich blood, and the echo of water dripping in his ears echoed in his ears. He lowered his eyes, no, this was not water, but the blood winding down his body, like a stream flowing, covering the darkness and night fire, beautiful, charming, and decay.

Accompanied by warmth and exhaustion, this is the blooming of life towards the end, just like the snowy red plums deep in the red corridor, which are shining with the wind and snow outside the carved window frames, which are gorgeous and dazzling.

The blood flowing from his body was obviously filled in a special container without falling to the ground. This was to flow the last drop of phoenix blood on his body until it was exhausted and died. Who was so cruel?

He tried to move, and every small movement was heart-wrenching pain. He looked behind him, but saw the iron chains extending from the wall covered with curse seals, cold and solid, like a dormant snake, biting its wings, penetrating its flesh and blood, and piercing out from the wings on his back, sank into the blood-filled artifact.

The woman actually thought of taking blood from the phoenix's wings. When he died of exhaustion, there was no trace on his body. She was vicious and meticulous. These people planned everything just to lure him to come.

What exactly is it for? It can make these people crazy!

The door opened, and a slender figure appeared in his eyes, which was still so bright and charming, with a gorgeous dress. And he was in a mess, and his pale and withered face disappeared into the darkness.

"Thanks to you, I can continue to live." She smiled sweetly, glanced at the long and narrow phoenix eyes that were still bright, and shouted softly, "Are you hating me? Don't forget that you are just an abandoned child, and I, the descendant of King Yin, have gathered thousands of favors. What is the Demon King? So what about the blood of the ancient true god? It's not a bowl of medicine for me now!"

"I know why you are a phoenix clan, but you are born to be speechless?" She smiled wryly, and stroked the slightly wrinkled folds of your chest as if recalling an irrelevant thing. "That's because my mother gave a forbidden spell when you were in the womb. It was just to get the world's holy medicine Phoenix Blood in the future to cure my stubborn disease. Unexpectedly, the Demon King really regarded you as a fool, and it was so stupid!"

She smiled flamboyantly, so sarcastic and so harsh.

The cold wind rushes in, and the red shirt blooms in a storm, like a beautiful and blooming blood-colored crabapple. He can't imagine that he has been plotted and coveted since he was born. In this cold and wet dungeon, he is unwilling to give up!

Just as Yin Yanran turned around, he moved, raised a pair of clean and moist hands, and quickly slashed at his phoenix feather wings. In the silence and depression, a burst of bone-breaking sound suddenly appeared, making people creepy.

Yin Yanran hurriedly turned around and saw his red eyes and red hands breaking his wings and pulling out the iron chain with flesh and blood. It was shocking!

She had never seen anyone so cruel to her, and saw him staggeringly, with bloodthirsty hatred.

"Now, raise your hand and slash at your heart."

The man's lips moved, but there was no sound. The cold and cold eyes were filled with dangerous messages.

Yin Yanran was shocked by her eyes, and the spiritual platform was in a daze. She raised her palm stiffly, and in this bloody and rich night, she slashed down.

That night, fire was everywhere, and the hidden king's personal guards were chasing him. His wings were broken and he could not transform into a phoenix prototype and escaped while the night was shivering. He only remembered that he was like a kite with a broken line in the wind, stumbled in the dark woods, and the howling cold wind in his ears kept him the only slightest bit of clarity.

Just at this moment, a sudden shout burst out from the noise, and the sound was solemn that he was inexplicably familiar with it.

The strong wind suddenly rose, the dead leaves flew, and a huge thick wall seemed to condense in front of him, breaking his way to escape. He looked up, but saw the man's eyebrows and eyes drooping, his pair of pupils with heavy anger locked tightly on him, and his veins were rising and he was furious.

"Sad son!" he shouted angrily.

I still remember when I first met, my father called him "my son" with compassion. In a blink of an eye, he regarded him as a mustard of grass and abandoned him as a worn-out clog. But he did not complain or hate him, and I guess his father was just blinded by the traitor.

"Why don't you go to apologize to the Hidden King!"

Donghuang Fenghua showed no wish and turned around and wanted to leave again.

"Sir, you are unforgivable to seriously hurt the daughter of King Yin. If she has a bad fortune, you will pay your life!"

He was stunned and looked at the familiar and strange man in front of him...

The scene changes, and the picture finally freezes in a dark and silent world.

In the Donghuang Bell, the meridians and bones of his body were broken as if they were being crushed heavily, watching his blood flow into the black and golden bell wall, integrating with the complex totem spells. The bell sounded in his ears, and every time he rang, it was a pain that crushed the flesh.

He couldn't move and looked at the clock blankly. He knew that the Donghuang Bell would have a blood sacrifice for living every few hundred years. This was the father's choice, and this was the explanation to the hidden king.

In the eyes of his closest relatives and beloved, it turns out that he is so humble and so redundant.

The eyes were red inside the clock wall. The undead roared and snarled after feeling the blood, snarling and swallowing his faint breath. While he was breathing, a breeze suddenly brushed through his suffocation, dispelling the noise, just like closing the door and blocking the noise from afar, and the bell disappeared.

Donghuang Fenghua opened his eyes with great effort. In his sight, he saw the totems on the clock wall appearing dazzling golden light under the phoenix blood. Countless golden silk threads crisscrossed and finally gathered into a dancing scene.

Feng is good at singing, phoenix dances. The reason why no one can control this Donghuang Bell after many years is that the first demon emperor was a rare phoenix in the world. However, no one of the later demon emperors who were phoenixes in the past dynasties practiced dancing, and never thought that this Donghuang Bell could only be bound by phoenix blood.

He was killed and reborn, and he became the destined lord of Donghuangzhong.

At this moment, Yin Yanran was completely immersed in the picture created by Donghuang Fenghua, feeling every bit of pain and despair that the other party experienced in an immersive way.

Fine sweat beads emerged from her smooth forehead, and blood beads dripped down. The bones on her body were crushed by the sound of the bell, like a porcelain doll, so vulnerable.

This pain continues to spread, making people run into despair, and the dull bell that resounds in my ears seem to come from the distant end, with blood and bloody eyes.

She was like the slender boy in the picture, lying motionless in the ancient clock, clearly feeling the blood flowing out from under her body and blending in until her soul dissipates and the flesh and blood casts into the clock wall to be liberated. The pain at this moment made her want to commit suicide.
Chapter completed!