The villain master got pregnant after being whitewashed [Transmigration Book]

These worshipers had never seen the rumored demon lord, but they had sensed his aura. The absolute blood suppression awakened the awe in the demon's bones and blood. Under the eyes of everyone, they bowed to Ye Ling.

The rough and honest man raised his thick eyebrows, looked at the slender Ye Ling and chuckled, "Just you? Your lord?"

Before the words were finished, the kowtowing demon suddenly lost control and jumped up like crazy. Regardless of the scars all over his body, he flashed his fangs and flew towards the man.

The scene was out of control for a while, the man was shaved face by more than a dozen desperate believers, howling like a pig, he drew his knife and slashed four times, blood spurted and sprayed on the green light grass.

Ye Linghao turned his wrist slightly, and the green sword came out of his hand, flying in the air and moving straight forward, the big knife in the man's hand was shaken with a ding, circled for a circle, and landed firmly in Ye Ling's palm again.

With the green sword in its sheath, the immortal stood with his hands behind his back, his elegant white clothes swaying gently in the wind, two strands of green hair hanging down from his temples, and the wooden hairpin bun lifted up the soft green hair, exuding an indifferent and refined spirit that cannot be stained.

His wrist was so shaken that he couldn't hold the knife, the man deliberately kicked the big knife aside, stared at the big eyes like a bull, and listened to the little servant who hurried over whispered a few words in his ear, smiled ironically, and challenged him coldly. road,

"It turned out to be the famous 'Shuangyue Xianzun', you really deserve to be the 'Devil's Living Bodhisattva', not only saved a wolf cub, but even these captives couldn't bear to be wronged—!"

Hearing a hissing gasp, a pale golden thread appeared on the man's neck at some point, clinging to his skin, and a set of bloodstains had already been drawn on the protruding Adam's apple, and the blood beads flowed along the golden thread as thick as reddish hair .

Behind Ye Ling, Yu Lian's expression was icy cold, and the silk thread in his palm was tightened. The man staggered a few steps in embarrassment, crying and ordering someone to save him.

"If you don't want to die, just shut up."

With a turn of the palm, the silk thread where the spiritual power was gathered broke, and the man fell to the ground exhausted, his vocal cords were damaged and he couldn't speak, and he coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood when he gasped for breath.

The Yao Clan and the Phoenix Clan have been at odds for a hundred years, Yu Lian's actions undoubtedly gave all the Huang Clan present a resounding slap in the face; Xuanzhou jumped up, pointed at Yu Lian and roared, "Yu Lian, you are too deceitful! Don't blame me for being ruthless! "

As if listening to a big joke, the young man sneered, his sleeves fluttered,

"If it wasn't for Master being here, do you think this king would like to come to this rotten place?"

At this time, without the order of the two princes, the heavily armed soldiers of the Huang clan rushed up together, surrounded Ye Ling and Yu Lian tightly, their eyes were full of anger.

The young man was not afraid at all, and the chill in his eyes deepened. In the trembling silence, his third eye slowly opened on his forehead, the blue hair danced, and the sky that was still clear and clear a moment ago flashed and thundered instantly.

Tens of thousands of wildly dancing hairs are suspended in the air, spreading and growing rapidly like tentacles, as if they were just before, wrapping around the soldier's neck at an unexpected speed, tightening, and the head falls to the ground.

Hundreds of bloody heads fell to the ground at the same time, and a few rolled down to the feet of a noble child in the distance, and the child burst into a piercing scream instantly.

"The monster army is stationed outside the city. If anyone dares to speak rudely again today, this king will make the Phoenix clan disappear immediately."

"The two clans fought without beheading the captives. Today is indeed what my clan did," the eldest prince Xuanyuan held Xuanyuan, and retreated the soldiers who wanted to rush forward. He got up and bowed to Yu Lian, "Xuanyuan said He apologizes to you."

After speaking, he bowed deeply to Ye Ling again, "Please don't mind the immortal."

The young man's face softened, he put away his cold breath, retreated behind Ye Ling, lowered his eyes and said respectfully, "I'm tired from hunting, Master, please go and rest first."

Ye Ling looked at the young man with long eyelashes drooping slightly, and nodded slightly. After the two completely upset the hunting, they retreated safely.

As he walked out of the forest, Ye Ling couldn't help thinking that this could be considered a feint.

So he couldn't help smiling, and said sincerely, "Thank you, Yu Lian."

When the fairy laughed, the corners of his eyes were raised, and his slightly cold facial features unfolded with the curvature of his lips, and his whole body became active; lower your eyes,

"Master, don't say that, everything about this disciple is yours, as long as you—"

Ye Ling patted the young man on the shoulder, the smile faded from his eyes, and asked quietly about Jing Xi's recent movements.

In the past two days, he heard a lot of gossip in the palace, saying that Jingxi went crazy for some reason, and directly attacked the devil emperor's lair, as if he was beating desperately.

Ye Ling couldn't think of a reason.

The young man looked calm, "He went to get the wick."

"Wick?"

"Master, do you still remember the soul-protecting lamp that integrated your spiritual knowledge back then?" Yu Lian nodded and explained patiently, "Jing Xi only got the lamp body, but the wick was hidden by the devil."

"The two things are one, and although they can be separated from each other, if the Devil Emperor forcibly destroys the wick, then the soul lamp will also go out."

"Give me the wick."

The dark hall was quiet, but the screams of fighting could be heard from outside the hall. Corpses were scattered all over the huge golden hall. A young man in a high position was holding a sharp sword. His handsome face was stained with blood, and an inch-long wound on his neck was oozing black. Blood, a pair of red eyes seemed to drip blood at any time.

A middle-aged man was sitting slumped on the throne, with a black sword stabbed in his chest, and the wound continued to ooze blood; his facial features were twisted and hideous due to pain, and black blood was constantly coughing up from the corner of his mouth.

With a sharp laugh, he spat at the young man, "Even if you kill me, you won't get the wick, because I've already given him to 'Black Robe'."

Seeing the murderous intent in the young man's eyes, the man looked up to the sky and laughed, his eyes filled with a sense of revenge, "Jing Xi, Jing Xi, do you know why you can never beat me?"

"Because once a person has a weakness, no matter how powerful his strength is, he can be defeated instantly."

"If you can't find the wick for a day, that 'Ye Ling' can only wait for death every day, and you will never be able to sleep peacefully in the dark."

"Even if I die, thinking that you can only live a life that is worse than death, I will die without regret hahahahaha——"

There was a cold light in the young man's eyes, his teeth were clenched, and his slender fingers clenched into the hilt of the sword, directly piercing the man's chest.

"...Then you go to die."

A hoarse roar spread in the hall, the young man's eyes were red, he was panting rapidly at a corpse, his chest heaved up and down rapidly, and he said hoarsely without raising his head, "Speak up if you have something to say."

Ten feet away, a general ran in tremblingly, looked at the Rakshasa-like man, and shuddered, "My lord, those prisoners outside should—"

"Kill it," the young man raised his head, revealing a pair of blood-red eyes like hungry wolves, shining in the dim light, "Throw them all into the blood refining pool."

The news of Jing Xi's capture of the Demon City quickly spread in the four worlds, and the matter of Ah You also temporarily came to an end.

Yu Lian's performance successfully made everyone of the Phoenix Clan see clearly that compared to the Dragon Clan, Ye Ling, the master of the overlord of the demon and demon realms, is the one who can truly protect Ah You, and even the entire Monster Clan.Therefore, after that day, no matter the imperial court officials or servants, they were all extremely humble to Ye Ling, and Ayou's matter was compromised almost without dispute.

It's just that Ayou needs to stay in the Huang Clan. First, her coming-of-age ceremony is not far away, so she should receive some etiquette. Second, as long as Ayou is in the Huang Clan, the Yao Clan will also be protected.

Ye Ling knew it in his heart, seeing the intimacy between Ah You and Xuan Yuan, he had been here for more than half a month, and it was time to go back.

After that day, Yu Lian started running around again, and she was too busy these few days to take care of Ye Ling, so Ye Ling packed her bags by herself, left a letter, and asked the royal horse to return.

The Yao clan is located in a barren land of yellow sand, and Ye Ling looked at the long stretch of yellow sand all the way, but he didn't feel lonely, on the contrary, he felt a sense of relief.

Walking to an inn to rest, Ye Ling just stepped into the inn with one foot, and saw Xuan Yuan sitting on a wooden chair in a state of distress, with an anxious expression on his face.

Seeing Ye Ling coming in, the man's eyes flashed a trace of surprise, he strode forward quickly, and he seemed a little embarrassed when he opened his mouth, "Xianzun...are you in a hurry to go back now?"

Ye Ling frowned, and didn't like to be seen by others, "If you have something to say, please speak up."

Seeing this, Xuanzhou could only sigh softly, and said with a wry smile, "The Lord of the Demon Race has led his army to attack the city gate again, and I want to take you back by name."

"Our people have repeatedly emphasized that you have left, but that person still doesn't believe it, and insists on handing over the Phoenix Clan, Xuanyuan has no choice but to—"

Ye Ling remained silent, knowing the purpose of Jing Xi's move.

With his cultivation base and influence, finding out his position is just a piece of cake; these unreasonable dignitaries are just used to threaten him.

He just wondered how Jing Xi came so quickly, it was only yesterday that he gathered his army to attack the Devil Emperor.

Walking out of the inn, Ye Ling faced the empty sandy land, and didn't even bother to turn on the detection mode, so she called softly, "Come out."

A tall and dusty figure walked slowly in the endless sand, as if he had just come off the battlefield, half of the robe behind the young man's shoulders was torn, his body was full of sword scars, even the blood on his face Too late to wipe.

Very embarrassed.

The dark red eyes were dim, but the moment Ye Ling looked at him, they quickly ignited a raging fire, burning the young man to death.

"Jingxi, I said that I don't like being threatened by others—"

Before he could say anything, Ye Ling suddenly fell into a scorching hot hug. The young man hugged him tightly, his body was as tight as a string that was about to break at any moment, and the left hand holding the back of Ye Ling's head was trembling uncontrollably .

He is afraid.

The tip of his nose was filled with a disgusting smell of blood, and at this moment, Ye Ling seemed to lose the strength to complain and get angry, his hands dropped, allowing the young man to bury him in front of his firm and powerful chest.

He heard himself say calmly, "Jing Xi, don't cry."

"Master, I'm actually very scared." The murderous hell demon buried his head deeply in Ye Ling's neck and shoulders, and his plain white clothes were wet with hot tears. After a long time, the young man asked him softly:

"Can you not go and stay by my side."

The author has something to say: Today is the pitiful Xiaojing QAQ

(Second correction is in progress owo)