Evil god self-cultivation

In "Twilight of the Gods", Ye Li casually sat on the throne, resting his chin and looking at the pitch-black godhead in his hand until it absorbed the last wisp of mist around him.

Below the throne, Sith's godhead is the same? After absorbing the last wisp of mist, the dark black eyes flashed? A red streamer, and slowly looked up? To Ye Li.

The inheritance mist in Ragnarok has been absorbed by the two of them, which also means that soon, they will... decide? The real winner, the winner can get the god position, and the half of the inheritance in the opponent's body black mist.

"Let's go back first, there are still 24 hours before the war begins." Ye Li chuckled and got up, and patted Sith on the shoulder when he passed by Sith, but was suddenly grabbed by Sith's wrist.

"Do it again?" Sith's voice was calm, and when he turned his head, Ye Li saw the blood in his eyes.

"Pfft,"

Ye Li laughed out loud, narrowing his blood-red eyes slightly, he knew what Sith wanted at this moment, he wanted his blood.

As a subordinate vampire, every day he thinks about committing the following crimes. If he is in the identity of Ishuya, this guy should have been stepped on by Ishuya to teach him a lesson.

"You're really greedy, though? Anyway, there's more time, come on, if you can win this time, how about I make an exception and let you drink fresh?"

Ye Li's voice was gentle, and his light red lips opened and closed, bewitched by the true god of desire, just like a demon in the abyss, inducing and stimulating the deepest desire in others.

The result was very good, Sith seemed to be completely tempted, the blood red in his eyes became deeper and deeper, he nodded slightly, and his eyes fell on Ye Libai's slender neck.

His vision is so good that he can clearly see Ye Li's light red and blue blood vessels.

But? It's a pity that Ye Li's neck was never touched by others. He took two steps back and casually brought out the final sword at his waist, and cut through the blood vessels in the inner wrist of his left hand without hesitation.

Then the golden blood slowly overflowed? With a temptation that made Sith feel nervous.

"Come on," Ye Li let the blood drip from his left hand, and aimed at Sith with the final sword in one hand, his whole body was full of tempting blood in Sith's perception.

Sith raised his black sharp gun and attacked Ye Li. He seemed to really want to taste Ye Li's fresh blood, so that his actions seemed a little impatient.

The movements of the two were extremely swift and fierce. Ye Li did not repair the injury on his wrist, but deliberately prevented the self-recovery of the divine body, allowing the wound to continuously overflow? Golden blood spilled with his movements.

Ye Li's final sword slashed towards Sith's neck, and the latter quickly blocked it with a dagger.

Suddenly, a drop of blood from the wound on Ye Li's left hand was shaken to Sith's mouth. The golden blood had a strong fragrance, and Sith couldn't help but lick it clean.

"Is it good to drink?" Ye Li blinked his eyes and asked Sith with a smile.

The blood in the eyes of the latter became more and more intense, showing a somewhat excited smile, pushing away Ye Li's final sword, throwing away the dagger, and waving the spear much more fiercely than before.

"Great taste."

The weapons of the two kept colliding with fierce sparks. Ye Li's attack was directed at Sith's vitals every time. The latter held a black gun and wanted to distance himself.

But where would Ye Li give him a chance? Sith took a step back, and he took a step forward. He didn't give the opponent a chance to distance himself. The attack of the final sword didn't stop for a moment, and his body flickered around Sith.

Just suddenly, Sith bit his lips hard, and then his eyes were filled with blood, and he caught Ye Li's movement in an instant, and held Ye Li's final sword with the tip of his spear.

Ye Li's body stopped by the wall, and Sith immediately grabbed his other handle. The strength of the two was huge, and there was a coercion between the confrontation, which instantly caused the ground under their feet to collapse.

They were deadlocked for a while, Ye Li's golden eyes smiled, "It seems to be a little bit worse."

After absorbing the black mist inherited from Ragnarok, if it's just melee combat, the strength of the two is close, and it's difficult to tell the winner, unless the opponent is distracted or intentionally releases water.

Sith also knew that the battle would be indistinguishable. His eyes fell on the wound on Ye Li's wrist, and under Ye Li's surprised gaze, he bit it lightly.

The sound of blood swallowing followed, and the confrontation between the two also released their weapons. Ye Li blinked his blood-red eyes, and complained:

"It's a bit cheeky, Sith, you haven't won yet."

Sith gently raised his head, his dark eyes revealed a sense of satisfaction, and he gently kissed Ye Li's injured wrist, and the injury there recovered quickly without leaving any scars.

"It's just a pity that the blood was wasted. I couldn't hold it back for a while. I'm sorry, it's my fault." He bowed his head apologetically and apologized, released Ye Li's wrist, and summoned the dagger that he had lost before.

"Maybe you can stab me to relieve my anger." He handed the dagger to Ye Li, but Ye Li just smiled lightly, raised his hand and patted Sith on the head,

"No need to vent your anger, I'm not angry, it's quite a pleasure to fight with you."

Apart from Sith, Ye Li couldn't find anyone who could play so much fun. He had asked Wan Snake and Tiana to practice with him, but none of them dared to fight. Heavy hands, for fear of hurting a single strand of Ye Li's hair.

Not to mention Sophia and the others, they didn't even dare to speak forcefully to Ye Li, for fear of disturbing him and making Ye Li feel like he was being protected like a piece of porcelain.

"How does it taste? My blood?" Ye Li retracted the final sword into its scabbard, then gently tidied up the jet-black hair on his forehead, unfastened his hair belt and tied it again, and asked Sith in a gentle voice.

"It's like... the taste of red wine." Sith recalled the wonderful taste just now, licked his fangs lightly, the blood in his eyes was unbearable,

"In terms of taste, it has a faint vanilla ice cream flavor."

"Vanilla ice cream?" Hearing this, Ye Li raised his finger, took Sith's knife and made a small cut, gently held it in his mouth, and tasted his own blood.

But unfortunately, Ye Li didn't taste the taste of his own blood. He wiped his fingers and threw the dagger back to Sith, waving his hand, "I'm leaving, see you in the battle of the gods?"

"I'll wait for you." Sith caught the dagger, and his gaze fell on Ye Li's far away back, with the admiration and infatuation that Ye Li could not see? Invisible?

How unbelievable, he fell in love with everything about Ye Li, blood, character, voice, appearance, godhead, everything was so perfect, it made his heart itch.

Sith gently raised his hand to cover his cheeks, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was completely uncontrollable. He must win, just because of Ye Li.

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Northern Starfield.

Ye Li took off his dusty and stained clothes and threw them to the robot. He stood under the shower, with his eyes closed and drenched in the warm water, his jet-black hair sticking to his back.

After rinsing off the stains on his body, Ye Li turned off the shower, went to the nearby bathtub to soak, gently rubbed the pitch-black ear fins, and spit out two bubbles.

The jet-black hair was scattered behind him, Ye Li gently raised his hand to summon the godhead, stood up and leaned against the wooden floor behind him, supported his head with one hand, tilted his head slightly,

"God." Ye Liyin opened his red lips slightly, spit out this word, his blood-colored eyes seemed to see countless stars in the universe through his godhead.

In that void, only God can do as he pleases.

So he had to become a god.

Ye Li's eyes were firm, and then he withdrew his godhead and called the split body, and raised his finger, "Blueberry ice cream, with chocolate? Powder."

Split body was wearing pajamas, Wen Yan nodded slightly to get ice cream for Ye Li, and then slept on the bed in the bedroom to help Ye Li warm the bed.

It was already an hour after Ye Lipao felt comfortable, he stretched himself contentedly, curled up under the blanket and hugged his warm separate body.

Although his bed has a self-heating system, there are people warm and comfortable in that kind of thing.

As winter approaches, Ye Li likes to sleep with warm things in his arms, but doesn't like air conditioning and heating equipment much.

Before going to bed, Ye Li suddenly received a call from Ye Qin.

He sat up and connected the phone, Yeqin's voice came from the "virtual screen",

"Brother, I've already booked tickets for the playground, and it's three days away."

On the other end of the phone, Ye Qin was blowing the wind on the balcony, he buried his head lightly, and after waiting for Ye Li's response, he whispered,

"I heard what Mr. Blair said, brother, no matter what happens, I will stand by your side, and I have already comprehended the way of life and death, and it won't be long before I can go further."

Ye Qin knew that Ye Li was going to solve a problem that belonged to him. As a practitioner of Taoism, he knew very well that some things need to be solved by Ye Li himself.

As Ye Li's younger brother, Ye Qin gave Ye Li 100% trust, and he never doubted what Ye Li said.

"Don't worry, Aqin, I'll go with you." Ye Li's voice was gentle with a smile, and he wouldn't break the promise he made.

the next day.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Ye Li softly hummed the mysterious mermaid song, watered and trimmed the flowers and plants in the garden, cut off a rose and sniffed it lightly, and then brought it to the living room and placed it in a nutrient solution vase for decoration.

【Number 04, The War of the Gods: The End, will start in one hour, please be prepared. 】

Sacred Geometry's prompt was cold and undulating, Ye Li gently took off the apron on his body and put it aside, went to the kitchen to prepare dinner with Split Body.

Only Ye Li enjoyed the sumptuous dinner. He drank the last sip of red wine, looked at the full moon outside the window with his blood-colored eyes, and came to the white space after the countdown of sacred geometry ended.

【There are no restrictions, no rules, number 04 in this duel. This is the final battle. Your goal is to kill your opponent and win. 】

【After the victory, you will usher in the coronation of the gods and ascend the only supreme god. 】

[Note: Now you have 3 minutes to consider whether to quit? Give up. 】

[Sacred Geometry, I wish you a long journey. 】

Ye Li naturally chose to continue the war, the god position is just one step away.

As his body dissipated into particles and re-condensed, he stood on the edge of a huge floating island, with lush green grass growing under his feet, and a dark ancient city in the distance.

This seems to be the place where Ye Li confronted Sith last time, but Ye Li looked down and found that the entire universe of the secret realm was enlarged by sacred geometry.

Not only has the number of floating islands doubled, but the hardness of the entire secret realm is comparable to a large universe. Below the many floating islands is a golden void with no gravity.

Perhaps this is the result of so many days of hard work on sacred geometry.

Ye Li was wearing a white overcoat, which fell between his thighs, and there were delicate linings inside, which looked elegant and good-looking on him.

That is, it may become a battle loss as soon as the battle starts.