The Demon Lord has too many aliases

Su Xinghan looked around, suddenly stood up, raised his hand and put on a black robe, picked up the Chaomu Divine Sword, and jumped down.

He flew across the sea of ​​fire, heading towards the people in the imperial city who still didn't know what was going on.

Under the face covered by the mask of gods and ghosts, there was only a pair of eyes as pure as ink, but at this time, they revealed an indescribable emptiness and loneliness.

The spiritual energy that had previously been absorbed by an entire Qinchuan surged within his body, making the aura around him extremely vast.

Resolve cause and effect with the unrivaled grace of succession, and all the sin of destroying the country is attributed to one person? ...That person's arrangement may be very good, but he doesn't want to.

·In the ninth year of Xuan Hong Tu's reign, the princes raised their armies and the Dayou Kingdom was destroyed.

But there is a piece of news faintly circulating in the world, which is an unofficial rumor that has never been recorded in official history.

Lord Bi Luotian set fire to Youdu and cut off the dragon's veins with one sword.

Dayouguozuo, this is the end.

Soon after, Lord Biluotian disappeared.

Bi Luotian, who once wreaked havoc in the world and suppressed both good and evil, disappeared and never appeared in the world again.

A hundred years later, the Xuantian Peak was almost completely destroyed. A descendant of the hidden lineage reappeared, and established the Xuantian Peak Taoist lineage again above Qinchuan and in the sky.

This world has opened a new chapter.

Chapter 169 Lifetime Wishes (1) The night is deep and the moon is bright in the sky.

In the wilderness, the aftermath of a horrific battle plowed the surrounding ground into pits, and the sky was filled with countless dense cracks.

The unwilling screams of the Holy Lord of Xuantian Peak before his death seemed to still be echoing between heaven and earth. The shattered fragments of different space swept out like infinite wind blades, staining the body of the man in white who flew towards Yan Wei Tower with blood red.

The mysterious general outline of the Tian Mending Technique shines brightly, swallowing up all the violent energy around it. The diffuse golden light ripples through the layers of space, swallowing up several figures.

But just a few breaths later, Lian Di appeared again.

Yan Weilou stepped over Liandi, who was glowing with golden light, and reappeared in this familiar time and space.

He put away the outline of the Heaven-Mending Technique, raised his eyes, and immediately saw the man in white swooping towards him, as well as the blood splattering on his body.

Without thinking, Yan Weilou took the person into his arms, taking into account the injury, and used very little force.

"Ayan..." The person in his arms sighed, as if he couldn't feel any pain, but his arms were tightly wrapped around him.

She was so forceful that she almost squeezed her whole body into his arms, as if he would disappear in the next moment.

"...You're back.

"Perhaps for Yan Weilou, he was just separated from Su Xinghan one moment, and reunited the next moment.

But Xiu Xinghan knew that was not the case.

When the familiar space Liandi appeared, he saw Yan Weilou being swallowed up by the space Liandi, as if the scene eight hundred years ago was reappearing. A moment of fear and suffocation gripped his heart tightly, almost making him forget it. breathe.

He almost thought he was going to lose this person again.

It wasn't until Yan Weilou appeared again that Xu Xinghan's brain finally started to work again, and he immediately figured out the cause and effect.

"Have you been to eight hundred years ago?" But he still had no intention of letting go. He just buried his head in the young man's arms and said softly, "...have you seen me?" "Yes.

" Yan Weilou hugged the person with his backhand and lowered his head to look at the person in his arms, "...I see you.

” He laughed lowly.

"Back then, Mingguang was dull, stupid, and adorable.

" Along with the low laughter, Yan Weilou's chest also shook.

Su Xinghan's face was right next to his heart.

Listening to Yan Weilou's unabashed laughter and his words that were either complimentary or derogatory, Su Xinghan opened his eyes wide at a loss, not knowing whether he was more angry or ashamed.

Yan Weilou stared down at him.

Seeing the seductive blush burning on his pale porcelain skin, the tips of his ears turning red; seeing his long eyelashes fluttering, even his eyes filled with bewildered shame and anger; and the slightly opened The soft lips that opened his mouth, but hesitated for a long time and couldn't utter a word; and the arms that were clearly angry, but still tightly wrapped around his waist... He was so well-behaved.

An inexplicable surge of love surged in Yan Weilou's heart, as if it came suddenly, and as if it had been silently brewing for a long time, and finally broke out at this moment.

His heart felt incredibly soft for a moment.

However, compared with the gentle and soft emotions in the past, this one seems to be mixed with some kind of extremely hot, ready to move, blazing flames.

Yan Weilou's eyes wandered down the soft lips, and the beautifully shaped collarbone was covered by white clothes.

The palm of his hand that had been resting peacefully on Su Xinghan's back tightened little by little and pressed against his small waist.

Tsk, I really want to... Unprecedented emotions were burning in his heart. Yan Weilou did not restrain himself. He suddenly lowered his head to Xiu Xinghan's ear, and the hot breath he breathed hit his face.

Yan Weilou whispered something.

A sentence that he never thought would come out of his mouth, an extremely vulgar and obscene word.

Su Xinghan's face had just faded away from its remaining red color when suddenly, with a "boom", it completely burned up.

He glanced at Yan Weilou and nodded slightly.

"……OK.

" Hearing the imperceptible voice of the person in his arms, it was like pouring another ladle of oil on top of the flames, and Yan Weilou's breathing quickened slightly.

His chest heaved violently, and all kinds of indescribable images in his mind surged almost uncontrollably.

But the moment his fingers touched the other person's collar and he saw the dots of blood on the white clothes, he finally calmed down.

He suddenly changed his posture, picked up the person, and swept towards a forest in the distance.

Raising his hand to take a picture, the strong wind blew through the entire forest, blowing down countless leaves. They were densely packed together in mid-air, forming a soft green carpet, and then fell lightly to the ground.

Yan Weilou placed people on it.

"Don't move, let me see your injuries.

" Raising his hand to hold down the restless Su Xinghan, Yan Weilou tore open his clothes, and at the same time poured out a bunch of bottles and jars from the Qiankun Ring. Every bottle of elixir among them would be worth putting in the Jianghu. It is a rare treasure.

Now they are all lying on the ground.

Soft green leaves spread on the ground. Su Xinghan's cloud-like black hair spread out in all directions. A few strands of hair crossed his collarbone. The jet-black hair contrasted with the fair to almost transparent skin, and there was a strange feeling. Beauty.

His face was pale, with a face carved out of ice and snow, with clear eyes and a picturesque face, like a statue of a god high in the palace, with a divinity that is difficult to describe in the world.

At a glance, one almost thinks they are seeing the reclusive immortal in the storybook.

However, at this moment, the banished immortal was pushed to the ground, his clothes were half-taken off, revealing his delicate porcelain skin and the densely bleeding wounds. The shape of the wounds was like a leaf, with interlaced red marks all over it. On it...Xu Xinghan raised his head slightly, opened his lips slightly, and looked at Yan Weilou with innocent and helpless eyes.

The quiet moonlight fell down, and his whole body was bathed in the moonlight, as if he was glowing.

"...Fuck!" Unable to control himself, Yan Weilou uttered a curse word. He took a deep breath and suddenly reached out to cover his wet eyes.

“Don’t tease me.

""? ? ? "Xu Xinghan blinked in confusion, and the long eyelashes lightly brushed across the palm of his hand.