Traveling through the heavens from the prequel of the Lotus Lantern

Chapter 26 Breakthrough
"Mojun, do you have any other feelings in your heart! Don't you have any other pursuits and ideals in your heart besides the ambition to become stronger?"

Among the people who heard the words, Yan Chixia stared at Yang Jiao with scorching eyes.

"Dominate the Three Realms, isn't that the ideal of my Yinyue Dynasty!"

The corners of Yang Jiao's eyes shone with a cold light.

"Your demonic nature is so deep that you cannot be cured!"

Yan Chixia choked and said angrily.

"People's sorrows and joys are not interlinked. After listening to the story of the so-called seven generations of resentful couples, I just feel noisy."

Yang Jiao's expression was indifferent and undisciplined.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere in the room froze instantly, and it became silent. The people present really didn't know what to say to this ruthless devil.

Sometimes, Yan Chixia and the others were very confused, whether this Yinyue Demon Lord had also practiced the mysterious art of the heart.

His ruthless appearance was even worse than that of Yan Hongye, who was insane.

At this time, Zhuge Wuwei broke the deadlock.

"Seven Nights Demon Monarch, you just said that the Yinyue Dynasty would rule the Three Realms, but it was just a dream passed down by Yixi, the first generation of the Yinyue Dynasty's Demon Lord, because of love and hatred."

"In the end, it's not your own thoughts at all, don't you have your own dreams?"

Yang Jiao's eyes flickered slightly, a dream?Those who are dying have no dreams to speak of.

After a while, Sima Sanniang was slightly surprised when she saw that Yang Jiao hadn't spoken for a long time:
"Monarch, you really don't even have dreams of your own!"

"There are thousands of things in the world, but there are three of my loves."

"Fairness, justice and strength."

"Dream? It's nothing but illusion!"

Yang Jiao's cold and handsome eyes were full of depth, as if recalling what happened to him in the main world.

"Hahaha."

In vain, Yan Chixia let out a burst of laughter, with a hint of sarcasm in her tone:

"Fairness and justice? Devils and gangsters, how dare you say fairness and justice!"

"Mojun, can you write these words? I am afraid that only the word strength is what you really want."

"Summer worms can't talk about ice, and crickets don't know spring and autumn."

Yang Jiao glanced at him, then stopped talking, and Yan Chixia also died down, with a dejected look on her face.

Suddenly realized that in the end, it was still unclear who was the real resentful couple of the seventh generation.

Su Tianxin sighed:
"Since we can't find out who is the resentful couple of the seventh generation, then we must first figure out how to get out of the City of No Tears."

"The City of No Tears has gone through hundreds of years, and now even I can hardly suppress it."

"I'm afraid everyone won't be able to hold on for long, and they will cry because of the growing sadness in the city. At that time, the general will be reborn, and his life will be in jeopardy."

"For the present plan, the only way is to find a way to stop the demon with love, let Yan Hongye and Wuwei, who are destined to marry for the seventh generation, fall in love with each other, so as to resolve Yan Hongye's obsession.

"This will also allow her to thoroughly practice the mystery of the heart, kill the generals, and let everyone walk out of the city of no tears."

Hearing this, most people looked at Yan Hongye with complicated eyes. They couldn't imagine how she, who has no feelings now, could fall in love with Zhuge Wuwei in a short time.

At this time, Sima Sanniang got up and stood up:
"Come on, let's all go out first, leave some private space for them, and have a good chat."

Yang Jiao got up immediately, and as the intensity of the sadness in the city of no tears continued to increase, the speed at which he absorbed the power of grief and sorrow also accelerated.

Somehow, it touched that thread of inspiration, forcing him not to waste time here.

What's more, the sadness in the city is so abnormally deepened, maybe it's because I keep absorbing it.

Therefore, Yang Jiao left quickly without saying a word.

"Look, this Demon Lord has quite good eyesight!"

Sima Sanniang smiled and left with the others without delay.

"Big Beard, what are you still dawdling about, you are the only one left now."

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

"Oh, here we come, here we come."

Yan Chixia resisted the turmoil in her heart, and walked out reluctantly. If her daughter's life was not in danger, let's see who dared to hit her precious girl's attention.

"Yan Hongye."

Seeing that Yan Hongye wanted to walk out of the room, Zhuge Wuwei immediately stopped her.

Then he walked in front of Yan Hongye, staring at her with clear and sincere eyes:
"Why don't we try to get started."

Seeing Yan Hongye was taken aback, she continued:
"I mean, let's try to fall in love with each other."

"Stop talking nonsense, have you forgotten, I am a person without feelings."

Yan Hongye's brows and eyes were completely cold, and she wanted to leave sideways after she finished 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 never come."

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

"You just want me to use the mysterious art to kill the 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 love each other sincerely, not only will your illness be cured, but we will not be alone in the future."

"Okay, then try it."

Yan Hongye didn't know why, an imperceptible fluctuation flashed across her eyes, and she agreed.

"But how to start."

Zhuge Wuwei said helplessly with a little distress.

Three days later, in the City of No Tears, in a hidden wing.

The place between Yang Jiao's eyebrows seems to be the power of sorrow and grievance that has transformed into a bottomless abyss and engulfed the city of no tears like a storm.

His entire body could not help exuding a dark and dark devilish energy.

At this time, Yang Jiao knew that the endless demonic energy in the Primordial Spirit of the Sea had already started roaring overwhelmingly.

It seemed as if it was about to explode violently.

Say whether it is too late, say whether it is fast or not.

Yang Jiao seemed to be transformed into a funnel, absorbing the power of sorrow and grief in the city into his body extremely quickly.

"Hoohoo!"

I saw the endless demonic energy in his Consciousness Sea Yuanshen, under the influence of the sad demonic energy of the city without tears.

In an instant, a raging fire ignited, turning into an endless sea of ​​flames, and a monstrous gloomy and cold flame burst out in the sea of ​​consciousness.

When the gloomy and cold fire light enveloped Yang Jiao's primordial spirit, due to the practice of cutting the sky and drawing the sword, the primordial spirit was full of sword intent, not to be outdone.

As the two sides fought openly and covertly, the Zhantian Swordsmanship could not be supported by itself in the end, and was gradually wrapped and blended with the endless gloomy and cold firelight.

The flames that contained the intent of Zhantian and Swordsmanship became sharper and more domineering.

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

In other words, only the projection of the Yinming Monument was not covered.

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

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

When Yang Jiao's whole body was filled with gloomy and cold flames, his body was radiant, like colorful black.

From the inside out, there is a repressed and deep demon nature.

Suddenly, a black cloud that seemed to be boundless and covered the sky appeared over the city of no tears.

Thunder and lightning flashed among the clouds, and there was a rumbling sound.

As a result, the city is dull and oppressive, as if a big stone has been placed in the heart, and there is a possibility of being out of breath at any time.

Suddenly, in a corner of the city, a jet-black beam of light rose from the ground, directly piercing through the dark clouds like a sky.

"boom!"

In an instant, a ferocious and vast coercion swept across the entire city.

(End of this chapter)