The corpse demon's deceased person will cut off the front edge, cut off the memory, and reverse reincarnation.
Although the soul is immortal and unchangeable, the memories of life will be completely wiped out, and even the blood descendants of the Corpse Demon King Clan will not be spared.
Of course, if there are particularly perseverant people who are particularly persistent in their past memories and practice hard for many years to make the corpse bead in their body strong, they will have a chance to find the memory that carries the memory of the past life.
The corpse bead is the foundation of the corpse demon. It takes at least two hundred years of pure yin energy to nourish the body before it is possible to condense a corpse bead.
This has nothing to do with the realm of cultivation during life. Corpse demons have always respected blood. Demon Queen Zhi Yuyan is not a pure-blood corpse demon, so it is naturally impossible to break this iron law.
Above the palace, the heated atmosphere was about to calm down. Milu looked around in panic, looking at everyone's doubtful and hesitant expressions.
He couldn't help but feel anxious. He cracked his knuckles and glared at Balian: "What? Are you questioning my mother's identity?!"
Zang Xin also chuckled and said, "Master Si Chen has very clear records of the ancient events of the Corpse Demon Clan. Those who don't know would think that Sir, like the Demon Queen, has a deep connection with the Corpse Demon Clan?"
Regarding Burial Heart's temptation, Balian did not answer, and said calmly: "The Demon Queen woke up tonight, and it was only an hour before the 'Gourmet Banquet' excavated the royal tomb. In this short hour, the Lord of Burial Heart River Then you can learn from the mouth of the Demon Queen the various conspiracies of the demon kings in the past to kill their parents and seize the throne, and use the means of thunder to summon so many demon ministers to beat the sky drum at night..."
As he spoke, he turned his eyes slightly, looked at Zhan Xin and continued very calmly word by word: "This behavior seems as if the adults could have predicted that the Demon Queen would open her coffin and wake up tonight."
Zang Xin's eyes changed, and then he sneered: "Master Si Chen, this joke is not funny at all."
"So you see me smiling?" Balian looked at him without any emotion on his face.
Zang Xin's face was gloomy: "The Demon Queen is deeply protected by your grace, so she is naturally different from ordinary people."
"Haha." This time, after hearing Xin Xin's explanation, Balian laughed out loud as if it was a joke.
"Since the Lord of the Buried Heart River said that the Demon Queen is deeply blessed by the Lord and is different from ordinary people, okay, then I dare to ask the Demon Queen, when is the birth date of the current Demon Lord, and what is his name?"
"This..." Demon Queen Zhi Yuyan's face was frozen and she didn't know how to answer.
Zhan Xin hurriedly spoke: "Your Majesty is not the daughter of the Demon Queen. He has been living in the wasteland since he was a child. How can you know his birth date?
As for names and taboos, let alone the Demon Queen, even the ministers don’t know your Majesty’s names and taboos, so why should River Master Si Chen make it difficult for others. "
Vaguely, the insinuation that the Demon King's nickname is unforgettable.
Bai Lian was calm: "In that case, let me ask a few simple questions according to Lord Zhanxin's wishes."
Seeing him like that, Zhan Xin suddenly felt something bad in her heart, her mind was spinning, and she was about to stop him.
However, in front of all the demon ministers in the palace, Bai Lian began to question the Demon Queen Zhi Yuyan. Judging from this appearance, it was almost the same as the situation when Zhan Xin and Mi Lu jointly questioned the Demon Lord just now.
"Then let me ask the Demon Queen, do you know your son's name?"
Demon Queen Zhi Yuyan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "How could a mother like me not know my son's name? Mi Lu. My son's name is Mi Lu."
Bai Lian took it step by step and asked, "How many sons and daughters will the Demon Queen have in her lifetime?"
Demon Queen Zhi Yuyan was stunned for a moment, seemingly hesitant, glanced at Milu's eyes, and then said: "Only one son."
Baili'an stepped down the stairs, stopped the eye contact between her and Milu, and asked again: "Then let me ask the Demon Queen, do you know the birth date of Young Master Milu?"
Zhi Yuyan's complexion changed drastically, her body trembled slightly, and she couldn't reply for a while. The scene became extremely dull and depressing. No matter how blind the onlookers were, they could see the strange meaning.
The female devil slowly raised her lips and looked at Balian with interest. She suddenly felt that tonight's court meeting was no longer so annoying.
Zang Xin's eyes had become gloomy, but Mi Lu still had no idea what kind of medicine was sold in Bai Lian's gourd.
He laughed and said like a 'divine help': "It's ridiculous, how can a mother in the world not know the birthday of her son? When my mother was alive, she would take me to my father's Evergreen Hall to celebrate my birthday every year. I remember my birthday better than I still know it myself.”
I don’t know what he was so proud of. When he spoke, he looked in the direction of the Demon Lord in an extremely arrogant manner, as if he was bullying her for not having a mother to care for since she was a child.
His Majesty the Demon King shook his head and said nothing.
"Oh?" Bailian smiled on his lips, looking at the Demon Queen without blinking an eye, and said: "Then I really don't know which day of the year the Demon Queen takes her Highness to the Evergreen Palace to celebrate her birthday. ?”
Zhi Yuyan's body shook violently, her face turned pale, and her blood-stained pupils were a bit at a loss when she was forced to question her. With a trembling voice, she said with difficulty: "I...I don't remember."
Mi Lu's smile suddenly collapsed. Because he didn't remember this sound, the blood in his limbs suddenly boiled and he screamed: "Queen Mother!!!"
"Don't remember?" Balian snorted lightly and said: "The Demon Queen only has one heir, His Highness Shaojun, and she loves her in every possible way. She brings her son to Evergreen every year to celebrate his birthday. How could she just forget about it?"
His eyes were joking: "In this case, it would be too childish for Lord Burial Heart to convict His Majesty the Demon Lord based on the vague and confusing memory of the Demon Queen, right?"
How could Xian Xin, who had been planning so many years of hard work, be willing to be ruined by just a few words? He tightened his fingertips and said in a deep voice: "Even so, Master Si Chen cannot overthrow the power of the Demon Queen just because of a few words." Testimony!"
"Can you be convicted without proof?" Balian asked with a deep look.
At this time, no one in the court dared to question the matter as righteously as before.
If the Demon Queen, who became the Corpse Demon, cannot be a full witness, under the pressure of the Demon Lord and using her methods, it will eventually turn into the crazy words of the corpse with incomplete consciousness.
Zhan Xin sneered and said: "Even if we put aside the murder of the Demon Queen, how should your majesty explain the death of Master Shu Ci in Qing Xiaoshan?
An internal official in the palace saw with his own eyes that His Majesty returned to the palace dressed in blood and holding a silver ring. Could it be that Lord Shuci's death had nothing to do with His Majesty? "
Bailian's expression was still calm: "Did the Lord of the Buried Heart River say that her death meant she was killed? Doesn't the Lord of the Buried Heart River understand that it is so simple to see the corpse after death? With just a blood coat and a silver ring, , then you say that Your Majesty killed Master Shu Ci..."
Balian's eyes suddenly became sharp and cold, staring at the cold eyes under the mask, and asked: "Can I understand that this behavior of your Excellency is to slander His Majesty!"
Zhan Xin's chest rose and fell heavily, and he seemed to be slightly angry: "But before Lord Shu Ci disappeared, I only saw His Majesty!"
"Lord Burial Heart said this was a disappearance! And why do you think Lord Shu Ci is dead? It has only been half a month, and any demon general in the demon world who is practicing in seclusion will disappear for a year and a half. Master Zianxin didn’t witness Master Shuci’s death with his own eyes, so why did he bite him to death? Your Majesty killed Master Shuci!”
Balian's voice was not very loud, but every word struck everyone's heart clearly and calmly:
"Master Zianxin led the crowd to beat the sky drum, is it to seek justice for Master Shuci, or is he plotting evil and treason to force the palace!"
The words startled everyone, and there was silence!
In a moment, the spearhead was reversed, and the name of the terrible felony was pointed at Burial Heart, and His Majesty the Demon Lord, who was denounced by everyone, suddenly became a victim.
Lord Shouhe, who usually looks like he's about to be snatched away and put on an embroidered bed, is gentle and gentle, but his sharp words can actually hold the head of Lord Burial Heart, who is as deep as the sea in the city?
The demon brothers were silent. Seeing that in such a desperate situation, His Majesty was able to get his support and help, he suddenly did not dare to continue to swim in this muddy water, and he was worried about leaving the palace.
Cold sweat gradually fell from under the ghost mask on Zian Xin's face, and there was a faint sound of gnashing of teeth: "Master Si Chen slanders you out of thin air, but there must be evidence!"
Bai Lian said: "Didn't the Lord of the Buried Heart River just slander others out of thin air without any evidence?"
My heart was blocked and I was speechless.
Seeing that the situation was not good, some of the demon ministers finally couldn't help but retreat, and said in a trembling voice: "Burial... Lord Burial Heart, tonight's court meeting was actually a bit confusing. If you think about it carefully, back then... Your Majesty has numerous meritorious deeds and is far superior to Mr. Milu.
At that time, the old monarch had only two heirs to his name. If His Royal Highness Shaojun achieved the throne and was captured by the immortals and sentenced to heavenly punishment, it would be difficult to inherit the consequences of his karma. In this way, His Majesty can naturally ascend the throne with clean hands and without the blood of his own brother. Why should we spend so much time on the throne? "
"Yes, this is true when you think about it carefully. As for killing Lord Shuci, it is even more ridiculous. Who in the devil world doesn't know that Lord Shuci is immortal? Even the old monarch may not be able to kill Lord Shuci by force again. ?”
"Oh, I deserve to die. Because of my confusion, I actually disturbed His Majesty's dream. The meeting at court this night was really boring. Why don't we just retreat and go home to write our own apology letters?"
In the final analysis, it was an unknown source of knowledge, and the well-prepared plan was like a piece of loose sand that was about to be blown away by the wind.
Seeing that the situation was reversed, the female demon king who had been watching the show for a long time finally stood up and couldn't help but smile and said: "My lords, you are here for the night party. If I don't do something, I will be very sorry." What thoughts do you have, my lords?"
While smiling, she walked around the throne, gently swaying her body from side to side, and slowly walked down the jade steps.
The smile on his face was as lazy as a spring pear blossom, but no one knew whether what was hidden under the flower was full of dew or a colorful venomous snake.
When she stepped down the steps, the figure wrapped in a black and gold royal robe suddenly disappeared like night mist.
Then the next moment, the sound of a heavy creaking of the palace door slowly opening echoed.
She didn't know when she appeared at the entrance of the palace, and two gold-inlaid palace doors opened behind her.
The wind and snow poured into the palace, rolling up her clothes. The black and golden phoenix patterns were like soaring golden-feathered phoenixes, hunting and dancing in her sleeves.
The palace door behind her was wide open, and the night sky was covered with flying frost. The endless night was dark, the wind invaded her clothes, and the night was as cold as water.
The sound of heavy objects rolling sounded strangely in the hall.
Where the demonic ministers of the court stood, blood spattered all over the palace, and their heads rolled to the ground like cut melons.
The bowl-sized blood hole on his neck was ferocious and bloody, like a blood spring, with thick demonic blood splashing out from the broken tendons.
The torso, which had lost its head and was still standing in the same position as before, was shaken by the wind and snow, and fell straight down like a tree that had been dug out of its roots.
The female devil's chuckle accentuated the bloody scene. She was still smiling, and her fair face was stained with blood, like a ghost from the underworld.
In her hand, she was holding a head leisurely and leisurely.
The head's face was covered with a fanged ghost mask.
Under the mask, Zang Xin's eyes widened, his pupils suddenly tightened, and his eyelashes trembled slightly in the shadows. In the distance, his headless body was trembling for a moment, and he was panicked like never before.
The smile on the female devil's face did not diminish, and she casually threw the heart-broken head on the ground, and her soft boots fell on his face mercilessly.
The smile is like a candy filled with poisonous arsenic, greasy and sweet, but also chilling to the bones: "Even if you know that you are guilty and disturbed my dream, you should just stay here, right?"
The demons had no idea that the majestic king of a realm, even if his majesty was violated, would dare to kill demon ministers in the palace. This thunderous method and bloody cruelty would drive people crazy.
The demon ministers who were still alive immediately shouted angrily: "Your Majesty is so murderous, aren't you afraid of being separated from your ministers?!"
In response to this hoarse question, His Majesty the Demon Lord calmly raised his head again. The demon minister who spoke was like a piece of harvested leek, flopping to the ground and his head rolling around.
"If we are not of the same mind, how can we be afraid of separation." The female devil's faint smile caught everyone's eyes and revealed her indescribable domineering power.
When the demons saw this, they retreated in panic. Although their faces were frightened, they did not dare to show any anger or dissatisfaction.
"Looking at the looks of you adults, it's obvious that you still haven't clearly understood your own position." The smile on the female devil's face gradually faded, and her eyebrows were calm: "Since I am the king, your life, life and death are also mine. ! In the devil world, I am the only one who is supreme!"
Her gaze fell on everyone, and the hand behind her back slowly lifted up and opened, like it was holding up the sky.
In the snowy night sky outside the palace gate, a purple thunder exploded from the sky, as if tearing the whole world into two. The lightning flash reflected her slender figure, and everything under her was about to melt away. All.
"Who dares to doubt me!"
From the beginning to the end, the demon king never argued with the demon minister, even though Bailian's sharp words could calm everyone.
But she directly explained to these duplicitous demon ministers what real power is.
Real power does not need to distinguish between right and wrong, right and wrong, ethics, evil and good. It only needs to gently raise a hand to make a group of wolfish and ambitious people shut up obediently.
Whatever you do that is legitimate and legitimate will appear insignificant and pale under the palm of this hand.
At this moment, wherever her eyes passed, there were scenes of demonic ministers kneeling down in worship.
She said she didn't have the patience to sing along with this group of people.
All you need to do is let this group of people know that she is a demon king, and there is no need for any reason, just obey her with low eyebrows.
After a while, no one could stand safely except Bailian.
Even her nominally unruly brother and her unparalleled aunt and stepmother have become the people who are worshiped by this court.
The Demon Lord chuckled disdainfully, and the head under her feet seemed to have been crushed into the dust. She glanced down and said, "The Lord of the Heart Burial River may have something to say."
The sound of chattering teeth kept coming from under the mask. His hair was disheveled and his head was severed and bloody.
Although Shu Ci's immortal body was not needed to bury his heart, after all, he was hiding in the demon river, and his vitality naturally did not need those demon ministers, so he did not die suddenly on the spot.
But the head is separated, and the Demon King is stepping on it so tightly. If he doesn't come back for a long time, he may be far away from death.
For a long time, his head trembled, as if he was enduring great pressure and humiliation, and finally he let out a sigh of relief: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, spare your life..."
Abandoning her dignity and begging for mercy, the female devil was particularly merciful and kicked his head back like a charity.
Buried Heart's body fluttered and hit the ground, and he quickly picked up his head and placed it on the bloody broken neck. He saw that the broken tendons were connected quickly, and the bright red silk threads and veins were fused and entangled like tentacles.
After a long time, Zhan Xin took a deep breath and took his head back, as if he was reborn.
A snarling wolf, an obedient domestic dog.
Obviously, the surviving group of people chose the latter.
