Paranoia and fall! The world-weary young master amazes the cultivation world

[Yan Qi'an is the reincarnation of the devil]

When Ning Xiyuan returned to the upper spiritual world, the system told Ning Xiyuan about this matter.

【If the devil comes to this world...】

You will get all the inheritance including the memory of the demon god.

As the seventh prince of the demon clan in the upper spiritual world, these short twenty-two years are nothing but a passing cloud compared to the tens of millions of years that the demon god has lived.

Yan Qian is the devil.

But the devil is not necessarily Yan Qian'an.

The inheritance is over, Yan Qi'an...

The system hesitated to speak.

The host has finally survived, what if that bastard Demon God denies his guilt and doesn't take the host seriously?

The host was furious...

In a fit of anger...

"What are you thinking?"

Ning Xiyuan rolled her eyes. She knew the system could see it.

She wanted to die before, and she wouldn't change for anyone.

I don’t want to die now, and I won’t change because of anyone.

not to mention--

"This is a good opportunity, isn't it?"

Ning Xiyuan looked at the purple demonic energy rising into the sky, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

She also wanted to know what weight she held in Yan Qian'an's heart.

After returning to the upper spiritual world, Ning Xiyuan was not in a hurry to rush to the place where the evil energy gathered.

Her steps were unfocused, and even her thoughts became unfocused.

The Devil...

The divine world under the rule of the old heavenly way was lax, with basically no rules or discipline, let alone morality.

At that time, various forces were fighting against each other, and the gods were devouring and occupying each other.

The devil's reputation for bellicosity is deeply rooted in people's hearts.

She had never seen the devil. When she was born, the devil had already turned to ashes.

[Host, aren't you anxious? ]

The system was jumping around in a panic.

Ning Xiyuan: "What's the hurry?"

What difference does it make if she goes early or late for this kind of thing?

[The demon god has a fierce reputation. What if he forgets our friendship and attacks us?! ]

The main reason is that they are afraid that the host will suffer losses.

The best advice is to kill the demon while it's vulnerable, just in case.

Even if it’s Yan Qi’an.

This is not the time to be in love!

Ning Xiyuan: ???

"What does it have to do with me?"

Ning Xiyuan was always curious about what kind of person the owner of the system was and how he could have developed such a strange system.

When the devil comes to the world, the people who should be most afraid are those in the realm of gods.

And the system underestimated her.

In this world, it is never about who lives longer or who is more powerful.

A mere demon...

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Demon altar.

The altar built with thousands of steps directly widens the distance between the secular world and the gods.

It is a solemn and sacred place, even a little eerie and terrifying, and the descendants of the demons have been offering sacrifices here for generations.

But today.

They welcomed the real God.

Demon.

The explosive aura of the demon's advent caused countless demons within a hundred miles to grow stronger and evolve without them noticing.

The war in the Demon Realm, which had not yet been completely settled, stopped. They seemed to have received the most primitive call, and their souls trembled as if they were guided.

They spontaneously appeared under the altar.

The entire altar was shrouded in black mist and nothing could be seen, but all the kneeling movements were neat and pious enough.

There were also people from the cultivation world coming.

What drives them here is fear and dread.

It is the instinct to look up to God.

The devil is also a god.

Even they knelt here in an orderly manner, facing the unclear black fog, and truly felt that they were as small as ants and weeds.

Even the blessed land of all directions could not give them such a pure feeling of oppression.

God transcends the boundaries between monks, demons, and even all races.

The inheritance ended, and the black mist and the demonic energy that was rising into the sky also dissipated.

The man standing on the altar opened his eyes.

The golden pupils were filled with indifference and coldness.

A born king.

It is natural for everyone to kneel down.

The demon god lowered his eyes indifferently, looking at all the people kneeling at his feet, with demonic energy circling in his palms.

It was just a casual little action for the devil, but it made others feel unbearable oppression.

It feels like a mountain pressing down on my head, making it impossible for me to straighten my back.

Why alive again?

like..

There is a strong desire and craving to come into the world.

What does he want?

This is what Ning Xiyuan saw when he appeared.

The man stood on the altar, with a lingering solemnity between his brows.

In fact, there is no change in appearance.

But there are still obvious differences.

The aura of the superior is revealed naturally, and the killer's indifference is deep in the soul.

The contempt for life is expressed vividly.

It seemed that as long as he was unhappy, he could crush this fragile world with ease.

Especially those golden eyes.

Behind the sacredness and nobility, there is calmness, numbness and coldness.

Ning Xiyuan hesitated for a moment.

【Ah ah ah ah! 】

The system screams.

Because it felt a strong threat, when the demon looked towards Ning Xiyuan, it seemed that it had nowhere to escape.

It was discovered!

The system wailed.

It finally felt fear from the bottom of its heart.

Ning Xiyuan walked towards Yan Qi'an without hesitation.

The surging evil energy unexpectedly became calm, and it condensed into strands, like countless tentacles appearing out of thin air.

Black.

The evil spirit that could kill people in an instant carefully rubbed Ning Xiyuan's wrists, palms, and cheeks.

Intimate, vying with each other.

The demon god lowered his eyes and saw the girl walking slowly towards him.

He recognized her.

The memories of the seventh prince of the upper spiritual world also remain in his mind.

Twenty-two years is just a blink of an eye for the demon god who has lived for tens of millions of years.

He knew about their relationship.

But so what.

He is not Yan Qian'an.

Yan Qian'an is just his reincarnation, he is the devil.

"Shh!"

The sword filled with demonic energy suddenly flew up, with the tip of the sword pointing downward, pointing at the girl who kept walking.

Just one step away, the girl's left foot will step onto the altar.

system:! ! ! !

Ning Xiyuan retracted her foot, looked up and smiled at the almighty demon god.

The God-Slaying Sword at his waist began to move.

Buzzing, full of fighting spirit.

"Why don't you kneel?" The demon's voice was cold, revealing a hint of murderous intent.

It is an offense for mortals to look directly at gods.

He could grind her to dust.

Ning Xiyuan: "So what."

She pressed down the restless Sword of the Gods, and the next second, she stepped onto the first step of the altar.

Ning Xiyuan walked towards the sharp sword tip in the air.

"Are you going to kill me?"

The girl's smiling voice drifted in the wind, seemingly able to bewitch people.

The demon god's expression was cold and numb, but a subtle chill was spreading in his heart, making him feel itchy and painful.

Uncontrolled heart.

There was a hint of impatience in the demon's eyes: "So what?"

He seemed to be imitating the girl's tone of voice, so childish and terribly so.

Then the magic sword flashed in front of the little girl, as if to prove his words, and took another step forward to pierce the living heart without mercy.

When the atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point, the demonic energy on the magic sword surged and gathered at the tip of the sword.

Then suddenly a small black flower bloomed.

The petals swayed in the wind, rubbing against Ning Xiyuan's fingertips in a flattering manner.

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

Demon: “…”

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