After shrinking, I bent my foe [Cultivation]

The blood of the Yaozu lingers, and the old and new in the prison are replaced very quickly.

Enter today, tomorrow a batch of corpses will go out.

The new patriarchs of the White Tiger Clan and the Golden Crow Clan have been criticized for a long time for being cold-blooded and cruel.

Candles flickered on both sides, and the corridor in the prison was dark and had no end in sight.The stench filled the air, breaking into people's hearts along with the painful and desperate screams and wailing in the cells.

The black dress embroidered with complex gold patterns dragged the floor, and the silver chain around her waist was cold. The woman curled her lips slightly when she heard the screams lingering in her ears, and a morbid joy and satisfaction flashed in her vertical pupils.

She walked slowly into a cage, brushed the white hair around her ears casually, and casually raised her eyes to look at the Yaozu in the center who was nailed to death by black iron chains and tied to a stone pillar.

"Stay safe."

The woman tilted her head, stretched out her fingertips to lazily fiddle with the burning iron in the flames, and gently pinched its long handle.

"...Yan... Zhi. Recall..."

The Yaozu who was bound by the chains had a pair of golden pupils. At this moment, he was staring at her, wishing he could swallow her alive.

"Elder Li."

With a slight smile, Yan Zhiyi called out.

She picked up the long handle, and the scorched red hot brand that was burned by the fire appeared in the air, making a sizzling sound.

This is the Golden Crow Flame, which will never be extinguished for ten thousand years.

"Gu has always wondered why you have worked so hard for the White Tiger Clan for a long time, but why do you want to betray at this time?"

Yan Zhiyi sighed softly, with a sad look on his brows.

"You do not know?"

Li Qingyuan sneered and spat out blood.

"Your mother is confused and gave you the surname Yan. How can a demon from the Golden Crow Clan be the patriarch of the White Tiger Clan?!"

"The Qian clan has only been king for tens of thousands of years because of a little bit of unique talent. Now that there is an ignorant child left behind, how can He De occupy the head of the clan again?!"

Li Qingyuan stared at the slightly discolored woman in front of him with malicious mockery, and let out a muffled laugh.

"The monster clan is in danger, and it's time for a replacement. Why didn't I wait for the position of patriarch?!"

"Yan Zhiyi, look back, how many of the Manchus admire you?!"

Li Qingyuan laughed loudly, clenched his fingertips tightly, and the chains that bound him kept vibrating with his movements, making a clear and deafening sound.

The woman closed her eyes, and the sharpness between her brows slowly faded away, leaving only a pale and helpless look.She raised her fingertips and rubbed the center of her brows, and asked him in a weary and bitter voice: "Even if you don't accept me...you have to think about it for the White Tiger Clan. There are constant external turmoil and internal strife..."

She paused, as if she couldn't continue, she only lowered her eyebrows and sighed.

"If you're like this, aren't you afraid that I'll kill you?"

"Kill? Heh, you can kill us, but you can't stop talking."

Li Qingyuan sneered: "Furthermore, do you dare to kill us?"

"Murting the clansmen, killing the elders. Yan Zhiyi, can you afford all these mistakes?"

The woman's silence and weakness made him feel more confident.

Yan Zhiyi lowered her eyes and pursed her lips, waved her hand lightly, loosening the chains on his limbs.

This is to let him go.

No matter where the crime of murdering the tribe is placed, it is unforgivable.

Li Qingyuan staggered unknowingly when his limbs were restrained for a long time.But he quickly stood firm, glanced lightly at the woman in front of him, moved his wrist, lowered his eyes to suppress the mockery and killing intent in his pupils.

Li Qingyuan didn't speak any more, he pulled the corners of his lips, clenched his fingertips a little bit, and slowly walked towards the door of the cage.

"... Is there... any elder who didn't join you?"

In the end, the naive and stupid child suddenly opened his mouth and asked him softly with a hint of hope.

Li Qingyuan smiled.

He didn't turn his head, but asked her mockingly: "What do you think?"

The elders belonging to Qian Lan's faction all sacrificed themselves along with her, covering up the pursuit of the White Tiger Clan and saving the rest of the clan.

As for the remaining elders... How many patriarchs are willing to assist a patriarch with a different surname?

Li Qingyuan couldn't help but smile after thinking about it at this moment.

The dilemma for the young patriarch.

It was the mistake of that shrewd and intelligent old patriarch.

As long as they step out of this prison door, the White Tiger Clan will usher in a new situation.

Just thinking about it made his blood boil.

However, the hot heart didn't last long.

A cold, sharp sword pierced his chest.

The woman raised her eyes and scolded with a low smile behind him:

"idiot."

The long sword slowly spun in his heart, shattering it completely.

Little by little, the blade was withdrawn from his completely shattered heart. At the last moment of his life, he opened his eyes wide and fell to the ground, seeing the black skirt brushing beside him in the darkness.

Someone crushed his neck inch by inch with the toes, and spoke to him calmly.

"Gu has been thinking, how good it would be if you were the ones who sacrificed and died."

"That's all right. But since you survived, you insisted on seeking death. Do you really think that you are alone and dare not touch you?"

"Killing one is killing, and killing two is killing. Even if you are all killed, who would dare to put a beak in front of you."

"Kill until nothing can be killed, and the rest of this clan are naturally those who support Gu."

The elder Yaozu stared intently, the scarlet blood from the corners of his lips could not stop flowing out, he was extremely embarrassed and could not rest in peace.

The woman looked at him calmly with lowered eyes, and stretched out her fingertips to grab the soul that flew out of the body and wanted to escape.Then the fingertips slowly clenched, forcibly devouring it, and transforming it into his own strength.

She is only a hundred years old, and her cultivation is not as powerful as those seniors.If you want to improve your strength quickly and secure your position, you can only find other ways.

Yan Zhiyi knew what was said about her outside.

Cruel and cold-blooded, ruthless and bloodthirsty.

Among the unbearable reputations in the world, calling her accounted for half of them.

It doesn't matter.

She just regrets why she didn't find these ways earlier.

"killed."

The woman frowned slightly, still holding the dyed long sword in her hand, and walked out of the prison step by step.

She spoke lightly to the void.

Kill it, kill them all.

No one can touch the peace and vitality that her close relatives bought with their lives.

A person who tried in vain to destroy the peace of the Yaozu.

All to die.

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Under the sacrificial altar, in the formation, in the realm invisible to everyone, the phantom of the demon god slowly appeared.

"Welcome to my realm."

In the void, a female voice with a faint smile sounded slowly.

A figure gradually appeared in front of the demon god phantom.

With snow-white hair hanging loose, he was still wearing the white robe with golden patterns.

But the expression between his brows and eyes is completely different.

"Yan Zhiyi."

The demon god moved those vertical pupils, and looked at her coldly.

Yan Zhiyi frowned and smiled lightly, carelessly raised her fingertips to brush the hair beside her ears.

"Should I call you a demon god, or..."

"Avatar of Heaven's Dao?"

She looked at the demon god phantom's cold, dead-looking expression, her eyes dimmed, and the fingertips in her sleeves moved slightly, the invisible space in front of her split and swallowed the sudden attack of the demon god phantom.

"You already knew me?"

The demon god frowned, and slowly revealed a long whip in his hand.

"Who would have thought that the demon god that the demon clan worships and worships is actually a clone of the Dao of Heaven, planning to devour the luck and primordial spirit of the demon clan?"

Yan Zhiyi narrowed her eyes slightly, and there was a bit of playfulness and hostility between her brows.

"As I said, this is my domain."

She sighed, as if she saw a child who was difficult to communicate and stupid.

"Don't play this game in my field."

Yan Zhiyi lightly raised her fingertips and crushed the long whip in the hands of the demon god Xuying.

What is needed to create a field?

First, a pillar is needed.

"madman!"

Finally, the demon god's calm and contemptuous expression could no longer be maintained.

"You refined your own demon pill... No, what else did you do?!"

"Not many, just some souls who died under my hands."

The little girl in the white robe hooked her lips and smiled.

She showed her sweet dimples, but the expression on her face was sickly and calm madness and bottomless darkness.

Time flows back and the world is reborn.

The demon emperor's soul saw the self that was still in the eggshell.

Her last pawn.

It is her own demon pill.

Yan Zhiyi dug out her own demon pill with her own hands, refined it, and made it into the pillars of this domain together with the souls she collected who died under her hands.

She cut off a piece of her own soul, stored it in this field, and buried this field in the formation under the altar, waiting for the trigger of her own arrival in the future.

A powerful spirit, a weak body can't bear it.

She needs a buffer of time and opportunity to repair.

And the lower bound is an excellent choice.

The reincarnation of the lower realm, the rebirth ability of the Golden Crow's bloodline, is enough for her to make a perfect transition to the upper realm.

However... the Demon Emperor had planned thousands of times, but he never expected that there would be an unexpected mistake.

"In order to catch you, I have thought about it for a thousand years."

Yan Zhiyi raised her fingertips again, her eyebrows pressed slightly, and she lost the last interest in this phantom of the demon god.

The space is solidified and the domain is closed.

The ferocious appearance of the demon god became her final expression.

The girl in the white robe looked at her coldly, and closed her eyes little by little.

Yan Zhiyi is forcibly devouring the power belonging to the demon god.

She wants to refine this avatar of Heavenly Dao.

The tendons were crushed inch by inch by the huge force, and reshaped again and again.

Going back and forth like this, the vitality is endless.

The expression on her face was calm and indifferent, as if she was not going through such torture-like refinement.

The snow-white robe was stained with blood droplets.

On the sacrificial altar, amidst the light, a figure covered in blood slowly appeared and fell to the ground.

"Ball ball!"

Qian Lan Yanxi recognized her child at a glance. At this time, her eyes were scarlet, and she couldn't tell whether it was happiness or a heartache that came up first.

They surrounded them in an instant, and Yan Xi spread her wings in an instant, bent down to pick up her child, and flew towards the clan in an instant.

Together with her, Qian Lan didn't even have time to think about the other people on the altar, and just kept sending spiritual power to her child.

However, she soon found out.

Although her child's veins were in disorder, they were being repaired extremely quickly and at a frightening speed.

There was a flash in Qian Lan's eyes, she tightly pursed her lips, and said nothing.

"Uneasy little bastard."

She was angry and distressed, and couldn't help but gently pinched the tip of the unconscious little boy's nose.

Yan Zhiyi actually calculated the endurance of her body to devour the soul of the refining demon god, but she just needed to sleep a little longer.

When she woke up, she saw her mother and grandmother standing by her bed with red eyes and a little haggard. When she saw her eyes open, her expression brightened.

"Is there any discomfort?"

Yan Xi stroked her cheek lightly, and asked her pale child softly.

"……No."

Yan Zhiyi stared blankly at these two familiar and unfamiliar faces, and before she could react, the soreness on the tip of her nose and eye sockets came up first.

"What's wrong? Does it still hurt?"

Even Qian Lan, who had a stern face and wanted to teach the restless little boy a good lesson, was defeated by the little girl's red eyes dripping with tears, and asked her in a low voice with a panicked frown.

"……pain."

Their children stared at them with red eyes, crying with aggrieved voices and crying like coquettish children.

No matter how cruel my mother is, I can't bear it.

Not to mention the two mothers who doted on the cubs to the core.

Yan Xi didn't know what wronged her Qiuqiu to cry like this, but her heart ached, she bent down and carefully hugged her child into her arms, and kissed her forehead comfortingly.

"Don't be afraid of Qiuqiu, mother and mother are all here."

Yan Xi coaxed softly.

Yan Zhiyi closed her eyes, trying to endure the sourness and cowardly and childish tears welling up one after another.

Just like a thousand times before.

But this time, she pursed her lips tightly, but she couldn't hold back the tears and sourness that gushed out and made her almost helpless.

In the end, the young child buried his head in his mother's arms, trembling and sobbing uncontrollably.

"……pain……"

"...I hurt..."

Seeing her relatives sacrificed to death with her own eyes but being powerless, her heart would also ache.

Every time she refines someone else's soul to forcibly break through her own cultivation, her tendons will be shattered and reshaped, and she will also suffer from severe pain.

Moving forward in the midst of killing, being criticized by the world, being spurned and insulted by others, she also hurts.

Digging out her own demon pill to refine it, she can also feel the pain.

Year after year, decade after decade.

Not painless, just numb.

Because no one will hug Qiuqiu to comfort him not to cry, no one will coax him with candied haws.

That's why the Demon Emperor is born cold-blooded and cruel, knows no pain, and never sheds tears.

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