Traveling through the heavens starting from the prequel of Lotus Lantern

"Demon Lord, do you have any other feelings in your heart? Apart from the ambition to become stronger, don't you have any other pursuits and ideals in your heart?"

Among the people who heard this, Yan Chixia stared at Yang Jiao angrily.

"Dominating the three realms is not the ideal of my Yin Yue Dynasty!"

A cold light shone from the corners of Yang Jiao's eyes.

"You are so demonic that you are incurable!"

Yan Chixia choked and said angrily.

"People's sorrows and joys are not the same. After listening to the story of this so-called seven-generation grudge, I just feel noisy."

Yang Jiao's expression was indifferent and casual.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere in the room suddenly solidified and became silent. The people here really didn't know what to say to this ruthless devil.

Sometimes, Yan Chixia and others are very confused as to whether the Yin Yue Demon Lord has also practiced the Mysterious Heart Secret Technique.

His ruthless look was even worse than that of the possessed Yan Hongye.

At this time, Zhuge Wuwei broke the deadlock.

"Seven Nights Demon Lord, what you just said about letting the Yin Yue Dynasty dominate the three realms is just a dream passed down by the first generation Demon Lord of your Yin Yue Dynasty because of love and hatred."

"In the final analysis, it's not your own idea at all. Don't you have your own dream?"

Yang Jiao's eyes flashed slightly, dream? What dreams can there be for those who are dying and struggling?

After a while, Sima Sanniang was slightly surprised when she saw that Yang Jiao had not spoken for a long time:

"Demon Lord, you really don't even have your own dreams, do you?"

"There are thousands of things in this world, but there are three that I love."

"Fairness, justice and strength."

"A dream? It's just a fantasy!"

Yang Jiao's cold and handsome eyes were full of depth, as if he was remembering his own experience in the main world.

"Hahaha."

In vain, Yan Chixia laughed loudly, with a slightly sarcastic tone:

"Fairness and justice? How dare demonic gangsters talk about fairness and justice!"

"Demon Lord, can you write these words? I'm afraid only the word strength is what you really want."

"Summer insects cannot speak of ice, and crickets do not know spring and autumn."

Yang Jiao glanced at him and stopped talking, while Yan Chixia also stopped her activities and looked dejected.

Suddenly I realized that in the end, I still didn’t figure out who the real seven generations of enemies were.

Su Tianxin sighed:

"Since we can't find out who is the Seventh Generation Rage, let's first figure out how to get out of the City Without Tears."

"After hundreds of years in the City Without Tears, even I can't suppress it now."

"I'm afraid that everyone won't be able to hold on for long before they cry due to the growing sadness in the city. By then, Gan will be reborn, and his life will be at risk."

"For the present, we can only find a way to quell the demon with love, so that Yan Hongye and Wuwei, who have been married for seven generations, can fall in love with each other, so as to resolve Yan Hongye's obsession.

"This will also allow her to thoroughly practice the mysterious secrets of Xuanxin, kill the generals, and let everyone get out of the city without tears."

Hearing this, most people looked at Yan Hongye with complicated eyes. They couldn't imagine how she could fall in love with Zhuge Wuwei in a short period of time without any emotion.

At this time, Sima Sanniang stood up and said:

"Come on, let's all go out first and give them some private space to have a good chat."

Yang Jiao stood up immediately. As the sadness of the City Without Tears continued to increase in intensity, the speed at which he absorbed the power of sadness and sorrow became faster and faster.

Somewhere in the dark, something touched the heartstrings of inspiration, forcing him not to waste any more time here.

What's more, the sadness in the city has deepened so abnormally, probably because I have been absorbing it.

Therefore, Yang Jiao left quickly without saying a word.

"Look, this Demon Lord is quite discerning!"

Sima Sanniang smiled and left without delaying with several others.

"Big Beard, why are you dawdling, you are the only one left now."

Suddenly, Sima Sanniang looked at Yan Chixia in the room, still looking hesitant, and immediately shouted.

"Oh, it's coming, it's coming."

Yan Chixia resisted the twist in her heart and walked out reluctantly. If her daughter's life hadn't been in danger, who would have dared to take advantage of her precious daughter?

"Yan Hongye."

Zhuge Wuwei saw Yan Hongye also want to step out of the room, and immediately stopped her.

Then he walked up to Yan Hongye and stared at her with clear and sincere eyes:

"How about we try to get started."

Seeing Yan Hongye look stunned, he continued:

"I mean, let's try falling in love with each other."

"Stop talking nonsense, have you forgotten, I am an emotionless person."

Yan Hongye's eyebrows were filled with coldness, and she wanted to leave sideways after speaking.

"This is not nonsense, this is the only way to cure you."

Zhuge Wuwei hurriedly took a few steps, followed behind Yan Hongye and shouted affectionately.

"Perhaps, in such a short period of time, it is simply impossible."

"However, at this time, everyone can only hope for a miracle to happen. If we don't try, the miracle will not come at all."

Suddenly, Yan Hongye stopped, turned around and stared at Zhuge Wuwei with sharp eyes:

"You just want me to use the Mysterious Secret of Mysterious Heart to kill generals and then leave here?"

Zhuge Wuwei's eyes were like clear springs and he said slowly:

"The most important thing is that if you truly love each other, not only will your illness be cured, but we will no longer be alone in the future."

"Okay, let's try it."

Yan Hongye didn't know why, but there was an imperceptible fluctuation in her eyes, and she agreed.

"But how to start."

Zhuge Wuwei said helplessly with a slight distress.

Three days later, in the city without tears, in a hidden wing.

Between Yang Jiao's brows, there seemed to be a bottomless abyss, swallowing up the power of sadness and sorrow in the tearless city like a storm.

His whole body couldn't help but emit a dark, dark demonic aura.

At this time, the endless demonic energy in Yang Jiao's consciousness sea soul had begun to roar like an ocean.

It seemed like it was about to explode violently.

Whether it's too late or not, whether it's soon or not.

Yang Jiao seemed to transform into a funnel, sucking the power of sadness and sorrow in the city into his body very quickly.

"Hoo ho!"

I saw the endless demonic energy in his consciousness, under the influence of the sad demonic energy in the City Without Tears.

In an instant, a raging fire ignited, turning into an endless sea of ​​fire, and a torrential dark and cold fire erupted in the sea of ​​consciousness.

When the gloomy and cold fire enveloped Yang Jiao Yuan Shen overwhelmingly, due to his practice of the sword-slaying technique, the sky-throwing sword intent that filled his Yuan Shen emerged unyieldingly.

As the two sides fought overtly and covertly, the sword-fighting technique of Zhantian was finally unable to stand alone, and was gradually enveloped by the endless dark and cold firelight, blending with it.

The fire that contained the sword intention of the sword-slaying technique became sharper and more domineering.

Slowly began to spread to the entire sea of ​​consciousness.

Only the shadow of the Yinming Monument was not covered.

Then it overflowed into the sea of ​​consciousness and invaded Yang Jiao's limbs, bones, muscles, blood, marrow meridians and acupuncture points all over his body.

In the end, even the Heavenly Demon's Holy Armor, which was originally running on its own in the body, gradually changed its original trajectory under the invasion of fire, and followed it to spread to every corner of the body.

When Yang Jiao's whole body was filled with the dark and cold firelight, his body was filled with light, like colorful black.

A depressing and deep demonic nature is revealed from the inside out.

Suddenly, a seemingly endless dark cloud appeared over the City without Tears, covering the sky and the earth.

There was thunder and lightning in the clouds.

It makes the city feel dull and depressing, as if a big stone has been placed in your heart, and you may be out of breath at any time.

Suddenly, in a corner of the city, a dark pillar of light rose from the ground, directly piercing through the dark clouds in the sky.

"boom!"

In an instant, a fierce and powerful pressure swept across the entire city.