The princess is the ancestor of evil

Chapter 540 Supreme God, Supreme Demon

He spoke unhurriedly, and at some point there was an extra guqin on the Nanmu table.

The slender fingers landed on the strings, flicked slightly, and a few deep piano sounds escaped, which were tightly suppressed.

There were ripples on the lotus pond, which was piercingly cold.

At that time, the holy man turned his head slightly, glanced at the dark distance, and opened his thin lips, "He is here."

As soon as the words fell, there was a wind blowing around again, and the lotus leaves in the pond were swaying.

I don't know if it was the wind or the sound of the zither, but a large lot of lotus leaves around the pavilion fell down.

Until that dark purple streak descended from the darkness and lightly landed on the golden pond, he waved his sleeve lightly, and an invisible wave of air swept out, colliding with the sound of the holy zither.

At that moment, Jinchi even set off a huge wave several meters high.

Then layers of huge waves fell, gradually revealing that ultimate face.

The mist spread, forming a phantom around him.

Wenku was at the bottom of the golden pool, and the undulating power of the pool water could even hit her soul, more painful than the golden chain that pierced her soul.

Wen Ku half-closed his eyes, and could vaguely see the dark purple, which was extremely familiar.

His clothes fluttered, and there was still that touch of red in his arms, which was extremely dazzling.

Wen Ku only felt pain, which was an indescribable pain that he had never experienced before.

It's no less painful than her previous life when she was taken by caesarean section and her body was crushed to pieces.

She opened her mouth, watching him hold the woman in his arms tightly at the bottom of the dark abyss.

The woman leaned in his arms, her long hair fluttering, and the two of them even got entangled with each other.

"Zheng~" The sound of the zither sounded again, and the sound of the zither smoothed the shaking golden pool, leaving only a few ripples.

His long and slender fingers lightly touched the strings, his eyes fell on Fu Yuan, and he waved his fingers casually, and saw golden lotuses gradually appearing on the golden pond, his thin lips moved lightly, "But you figured it out?"

Fu Yuan's whole body was suspended above the golden pond, he glanced at the Holy One, but there was no superfluous expression on his face.

The dark purple sleeves were filled with wind, his fingers moved slightly, but the long sword in his hand did not fall, and he glanced coldly at the saint, "33 Chongtian, from now on, I will have nothing to do with this king."

"Be a good lord of yours, and there will be no more entanglements between me and you."

His voice was chilly, like a layer of frost, piercing to the bone.

'Wen Ku' in his arms couldn't help but looked up at him, opened his mouth, but was hesitant to say anything, just gently rested his head on his arms, and rested his other hand on the back of his hand , caressing slightly.

Fu Yuan's brows and eyes moved slightly, and he glanced at the lightly moving hand on the back of his hand, there was a trace of sadness in his eyes.

Seeing this, the holy venerable just sneered, his sleeves swept over the nanmu table, and he played the piano again, "You remember everything, but you are in a hurry to get rid of it all."

After saying that, his gaze landed on Wenku's stomach again, "Since that's the case, go live the mortal life you want, have children, and be happy for the rest of your life."

Anyway, he'll be back soon.

"Fu Yuan..." At that time, 'Wen Ku' called him again, she strengthened her hand a bit, looked up at Fu Yuan, and said, "I want to go home, go back to our home."

The golden pond has no ripples, it is as calm as a mirror, only the sparse lotus leaves are still swaying, it is an indescribable broken feeling.

Fu Yuan took a glance, his gaze was always indifferent and cold, he didn't know whether he was looking at the surface of the pool or the bottom of the pool.

It seemed that he was alone not looking at the woman in his arms.

In an instant, he nodded.

But the person was still hanging on the golden pond, and did not leave immediately.

The saint squinted his eyes, and raised his thin lips lightly, "Why, is there anything else?"

Fu Yuan stared at him, his eyes were inexplicably incomprehensible, but he didn't say a word, before waving his hands, he turned into a phantom and disappeared into the chaos and darkness.

In the abyss at the bottom of the pool, Wen Ku hangs her head, her long hair hangs loose, there is still an illusion hanging in front of her eyes, and the figure of Fu Yuan is still in the mirror.

The holy venerable played the piano again, and he said slowly, "He longs for the mortal life of having children, and it will take only a few decades for the deity to fulfill him, and for the deity, it is only a short moment."

After all... It will take a lot of effort to extract all the soul power of this evil cultivator, and then extract half of Fu Yuan's soul power back then.

If he was still the Holy One back then, it wouldn't take so long.

But now...it's different, he's not the complete him.

"After all, you are also his beloved. For the rest of the time, this deity will let you watch them love each other, and you have to keep your eyes open to see how he loves 'you' to the bone."

He finally smiled, but his eyes were full of endless coolness, and there was even a trace of hatred.

He is obviously a person who is as dazzling as an exiled immortal, but at this moment, the lingering light around him seems to be entwined by an invisible darkness.

He is superior, and he hates meekness. After so many years, he still can't figure out why a saintly person like Fu Yuan is attracted by that evil cultivator.

All things in the world follow the law of nature, but evil cultivators are the most degrading.

There is a world of difference between them, a difference between clouds and mud, and being together is a big joke.

Fortunately, he is the Dao of the 33 heavens, the law that once controlled Fuyuan, and if Fuyuan is not destroyed, he will never perish.

Thousands of years ago, they could exist in one body and coexist peacefully. Thousands of years later, everything has changed.

This time, he is the master!

He wanted to take back all of Fu Yuan's power and revive 33 Chongtian again.

After all... there is a sky beyond the sky.

Outside of the 33 heavens, there are existences that can stand shoulder to shoulder with it...even, existences that surpass the 33 heavens.

The supreme god, the supreme demon... In this world, he and 33 Chongtian must be the strongest one!
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Mount Jia Luo, when Fu Yuan returned with 'Wen Ku', Mo Yun rushed up immediately.

He grabbed Wen Ku's arm, "Xiao Qiqi, you are finally back!"

If 'Wen Ku' hadn't been hugged, he might have already hugged someone in his arms.

"Damn it, what the hell is that blinding thing? It's so powerful... 33 Zhongtian..." Mo Yun kept asking while grabbing 'Wen Ku''s arm.

He didn't shut up until he met Fu Yuan's cold eyes.

"It's the saint of the 33rd heaven." 'Wen Ku' still spoke, she smiled lightly at Mo Yun, "Don't worry, he doesn't mean me badly, he just wants to see Fu Yuan."

"Now that the matter is over, it will be a peaceful time in the future."

After saying that, she took Fu Yuan's arm again, and smiled at him sweetly, "Fu Yuan, we will live happily ever after, right?"

　It's so hard to have a baby, I'm back, babies have been waiting for a long time
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