Suddenly, his handsome brows frowned slightly, his eyes flashed with magic light, and he suddenly fell into a nightmare. In the dark space, a bright light came out, a blood-red light, and that red light came from a floating crystal fragment.
"Sufeng——" A deep voice came out, as if it came from hell.
"Who are you?"
"magic."
"Devil? What is a demon?"
"The human heart is the devil."
He looked around and found that the sound actually came from the red spar fragment. He saw that there was a trace of black magic lingering on the spar fragment, like a dragon or a snake, shadowy.
"I'm here to take you under the spell!" The voice came again.
"Bewitched? Why do I want to be possessed?"
"After becoming a demon, I can give you everything you desire deep in your heart, hahahaha!"
"Whatever I want, I will take with my own hands. Only the weak will rely on others. Don't even think about trying to control me with this!"
Sufeng's eyes all turned black, and he could see the muscles in his hands tensing up, clenching his fists hard, and then hitting the water. The water flow stirred up red petals and flew down all over the sky, like a red rain of blood.
The water splashed on his face, and he suddenly woke up. Then he felt someone on the roof and roared: "Who?"
At the same time, he held a rose petal between his middle and index fingers and whizzed it towards the roof. The red petal, like a dart, knocked off the roof tiles, and a beautiful black shadow fell down.
At this moment, Su Feng in the room pulled a black robe and wrapped it around his waist. The muscles on his chest were strong and well-proportioned, and were stained with crystal clear water drops. At the same time, the Dragon Breath Sword was already in his hand.
The black figure was graceful and graceful. She reached out and gently lifted the scarf covering her face, revealing an extremely beautiful face.
"Han Ziyue?!" Su Feng was shocked. He didn't have much interaction with Han Ziyue. Why did she sneak into the Regent's Palace? Did you want to assassinate him?
All the questions were lingering in his mind, but he didn't ask her first, because she had taken off her veil and looked at him with her true face. It seemed that she was not here to assassinate him. In this way, she had an ulterior motive for her trip, and he was waiting for her to say it herself.
Han Ziyue said: "Your Highness the Regent, Ziyue is offended. Does your Highness feel that your heart is controlled by a demonic breath?"
She said it bluntly. She was on the roof just now. Although she hadn't had time to peek inside, she could already feel the demonic aura expanding and strengthening.
Sufeng narrowed his magic eyes slightly and said in confusion: "How do you know?"
Han Ziyue said: "Your Highness, is he often confused by the devil's breath?"
Sufeng frowned and said: "It has happened several times before, but this time it's even worse. I can hardly suppress this demonic breath!"
She nodded slightly and said: "To be honest, Ziyue is a descendant of the God Clan. I can feel a powerful demonic aura lingering on His Highness, and this demonic aura comes from the fragments of the Soul of the Ten Gods."
"The soul of the ten gods?!"
"Yes, the Dragon Breath Sword in your hand has the ability to swallow the spiritual power of any divine weapon. The reason why it has such a powerful power is probably related to this. Although you can obtain powerful power with the help of the magic breath, but If this demonic aura is not eliminated, sooner or later it will swallow up your mind, Your Highness."
Sufeng glanced at the Dragon's Breath Sword in his hand. The Dragon's Breath Sword seemed to feel some kind of threat. It was actually trembling slightly and making a slight buzzing sound.
"You mean to say that the power of the Soul of the Ten Gods contains devil's breath, and the devil's breath comes from the Dragon's Breath Sword?"
Han Ziyue nodded and said: "It should be like this. Your Highness has been bound by the Dragon Breath Sword all year round. The devil's breath has invaded His Highness's body and seems to be beginning to control His Highness's consciousness. Fortunately, Your Highness's spiritual thoughts are strong enough, so it I have been unable to control you. However, as the Dragon Breath Sword swallows more and more spiritual power, the demonic breath will become stronger and stronger. The only way is to take out the soul of the ten gods."
Sufeng hesitated and said, "What would happen if the souls of the ten gods were taken out?"
"The Dragon's Breath Sword can still kill people, but its ability to swallow the spiritual power of divine weapons... may no longer exist, and Your Highness the Regent, you will no longer be controlled by this devil's breath."
"You mean that the Dragon's Breath Sword will no longer be able to swallow the spiritual power of divine weapons?"
Han Ziyue nodded and said: "Yes, the devouring ability of the Dragon's Breath Sword originated from the soul of the ten gods."
"I don't want to be controlled by anyone, not even the Soul of the Ten Gods! Han Ziyue, you can take the Soul of the Ten Gods!"
Han Ziyue didn't expect Sufeng to hand over the Soul of the Ten Gods to her, so she quickly bowed her hands and said, "Thank you, Your Highness!"
Han Ziyue nodded, then flicked her orchid finger to her lips, closed her eyes and recited the secret mantra silently. I saw a red aura rising from the dragon's breath sword, and what was in that aura was the fragment of crystal that Sufeng had seen before.
Sufeng frowned slightly and asked, "Is this the spirit of the ten gods?"
Han Ziyue stretched out her hand to take back the Soul of the Ten Gods, nodded and said: "Yes, the fragments of the Soul of the Ten Gods, but they have been contaminated by the devil's breath and need to be purified again."
Early the next morning, Ye Zhenfeng and his party left Hengwu Country.
Now that Han Ziyue has recovered the ability to sense the souls of the ten gods, she will shoulder the heavy responsibility of the Liuhuo clan and continue on the road of collecting the souls of the ten gods.
Ye Zhenfeng didn't want her to be involved in the incident in Dayang Mansion, so he left her on the grounds that she was going back to Ye's house to visit her parents. Before leaving, he gave Han Ziyue a night shadow spirit butterfly. No matter where she was in the end of the world, he could sense her through the night shadow spirit butterfly.
After that, the two teams separated and went their separate ways.
Na Ruotian was very happy all the way, holding the back of his head with both hands, walking happily and humming a tune.
Jiang Xun, who was following him, said in confusion: "Brother Ne Ruotian, why are you so happy?"
"Of course I'm happy that the follower is gone. I'm really worried that he will follow us all the time! Hahaha! Hahaha!"
Jiang Xun tilted his head and said, "Do you mean Mr. Ye by the follower?"
Na Ruotian nodded with a smile: "Otherwise, who else would be there?"
Jiang Xun said: "Don't forget, it's thanks to him that Sister Ziyue can see the light again this time!"
Na Ruotian glared at Jiang Xun and argued: "Zi Yue's eyes can see the light again, thanks to that guy who killed something. He gave the Shark's Death. Does it have anything to do with Ye Zhenfeng?"
The two were arguing and arguing in front, but they didn't notice that Han Ziyue, who was following behind, was getting slower and slower, looking worried.
When Jiang Xun turned around and saw this, he ran over with a smile, held her hand and said, "Sister Ziyue, are you a little disappointed that Mr. Ye didn't follow?"
Han Ziyue smiled slightly, stretched out her finger and tapped Jiang Xun's forehead, and said, "Bad thing, what are you thinking about?"
The clever little ghost Jiang Xun stuck out his tongue and said with a smile: "It's not important what I think. What's important is what are you thinking?"
Han Ziyue's face turned red and she hurriedly lowered her head and said, "What am I thinking about? Of course I am thinking about the souls of the ten gods. Now that I have recovered my sensing ability, I must seize the time to complete the task of finding the souls of the ten gods."
Jiang Xun pouted and said: "Looking at him, he is clearly guilty. Sister Ziyue, Mr. Ye is so good to you, don't you miss him at all?"
Na Ruotian turned around and gave Jiang Xun a headache. He rolled his eyes and said viciously: "Xun'er, why did you mention that kid again for no reason?"
Jiang Xun covered his forehead, narrowed one eye in pain, and said displeasedly: "Brother Ne Ruotian, didn't you mention it first?"
"Huh? Me?" Na Ruotian, a weakling, really stopped in his tracks, looked up at the sky, scratched his head and ears, and began to think seriously.
At this moment, Han Ziyue and Jiang Xun had already walked quietly past him, as if he were nothing but air.
Han Ziyue bit her lips lightly and said, "I always feel that Master Ye suddenly said he was leaving. Something seemed to have happened."
Jiang Xun rolled his eyes at her and said: "Tch, you said you're not worried about Mr. Ye, but I think sister Ziyue, you are just telling the truth. Sister Ziyue, are you... a little bit... in love with Mr. Ye?"
Do you like...him? Han Ziyue asked herself in her heart, was she really in love with Ye Zhenfeng? do not know why? She always felt as if they had known each other for a long time, and now the so-called first meeting was actually just a reunion.
Thinking of this, the moonlight, the sea of wisteria flowers, and the person standing behind her playing the flute came to mind again. However, she still couldn't see clearly who he was.
… …
Ye Zhenfeng and Xie Haixinglan have been drifting on the sea in a boat for more than half a month. During the past half month, Xie Haixinglan has been vomiting all the way, and has lost weight, and the dark circles under his eyes have become deeper. The dignified Netherworld Evil Lord looks as weak and pitiful as Liu Fufeng, which is really funny.
Ye Zhenfeng and Xiao Xie leaned on the bow of the boat, looking at Xie Haixinglan who was lying beside the boat and vomiting wildly. Ye Zhenfeng couldn't help but show contempt on his face, and sighed: "Little apprentice, I finally understand why you don't want to We are entering Jiuzhou, it turns out you are suffering from seasickness! No wonder you don’t want to cross the ocean and invade Jiuzhou, hahaha!”
"Little Master, you really have no sympathy at all! Bah, I'm vomiting!" Xie Haixinglan was scolding on the sea, but he had no power to fight back.
After Xie Haixinglan finished vomiting, he raised his head and glanced at Ye Zhenfeng and Xiaoxie, and then wiped his mouth. Pointing at Xiao Xie, he said fiercely: "Young Master can laugh, but as a demon beast master, what qualifications do you have to laugh at me?"
Xiao Xie sat unceremoniously on the edge of the boat, swaying a pair of cute little feet, and said sternly: "As your little master's war beast, I am a step older than you in terms of seniority!"
"You're bigger!" Xie Haixinglan is the Netherworld Evil Lord and a powerful figure in the world. Isn't it shameless? One punch hit Xiao Xie's head, and a big bump suddenly appeared on Xiao Xie's head.
Xiao Xie's eyes burst into tears, and he looked pitifully at Ye Zhenfeng, wanting to seek his protection in a weak manner.
Unexpectedly, Ye Zhenfeng couldn't help laughing and said: "You asked for it, he is not Na Ruotian!"
