Time and space in the heavens

Chapter 683: Uncle Jing has no chance (crying for monthly votes!)

"Come on, Hongye, eat more meat."

"Hongye, drink some more soup."

"Junior sister, this mushroom tastes good, please have some."

Brother Zhuge, Yan Chixia and his wife all realized that Yan Hongye was just hiding her inner demons in her heart and frequently served her food at the dinner table.

Yan Hongye's pretty face was frozen, indifferent to the concern of her parents and two senior brothers.

Put it in your own bowl and eat it yourself. On the contrary, even plain rice can be eaten with gusto!
  "This little devil Qiye is really harmful to people." After about one stick of incense was eaten, the sky was completely dark. Yan Chixia said bitterly when she saw that her daughter did not behave out of the ordinary.

"He actually exposed the Qingyun Sect's case of Wan Jianyi a hundred years ago, bloodbathed the entire Tianyin Temple, and went to the capital to cause trouble."

"If I, Lao Yan, see him again, I will definitely not let him go."

Hearing her husband mention Qiye, Sima Sanniang first glared at him angrily, then turned her attention to her daughter.

"Mom, I'm fine." Yan Hongye put down the chopsticks that were brought to her mouth and said in a harsh voice, sadness and pain flashing across her brows, "Just like what you and dad told me, what happened between Qiye and me, It’s time to end.”

"No matter what his background is, since he is now the Demon Lord of the Yin Yue Dynasty and the number one enemy of the righteous path in the world, I must make a break with him."

"Hongye, as long as you understand." Sima Sanniang, who knew her daughter's strong personality on the outside and soft on the inside, was still worried when she heard this, but she breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan Chixia's bearded face also relaxed.

"Hongye, when you say that, it really makes me sad. Have you forgotten our vows of eternal love before the flowers and under the moon?"

Just as Yan Chixia and others breathed a sigh of relief, a pure demonic energy suddenly surged from the spacious valley.

The demonic energy is vast and noble, as if he is the emperor among demons, and the frivolous voice is extremely familiar.

Snapped!
  Yan Chixia threw down her job and rushed out of the room. Sima Sanniang and Brother Zhuge also changed their faces.

Only Yan Hongye, hearing the voice of the man who made her love and hate her, subconsciously exerted force on her jade fingers and squeezed the chopsticks in her hand tightly. The wooden chopsticks were crushed into powder by her.

"Yan Chixia, Sima Sanniang." When Yan Chixia and others came to the valley, they saw a man wearing white clothes with a handsome face and a long black sword on his waist.

After more than a month, Ming Xiaoyang has completely recovered from the injuries he suffered in the battle with the Saint of the Three Realms. The pure and vast demonic energy made Sima Sanniang, who was as powerful as Yan Chixia, couldn't help but change her color.

The cultivation of magic skills is almost endless, and the spiritual energy and cold air between heaven and earth are constantly sucked into the body and quickly turned into one's own skills.

Almost every breath, his magic power will improve at least a little.

The late stage of Shenyuan!

This young man who has just turned nineteen has actually entered the late stage of the Divine Abyss. There is absolutely no one who can match him in this world.

Except, that person!

Thinking of that person, Yan Chixia and his wife looked at each other with determination in each other's eyes.

Today, even if you fight to the death, you still have to inflict fatal damage to the opponent.

Behind Ming Xiaoyang, there stood a majestic and elegant middle-aged man in white robes, who was also extremely skilled in magic skills.

Although he has not entered the divine abyss, he has already reached the peak of the sea of ​​consciousness.

The imperial master of the Yin Yue Dynasty - Jing Wuyuan. At this time, most of Jing Wuyuan's attention was placed on the cave in Panlong Valley. In this cave, there were his relatives who had been together for hundreds of years.

Ouch!

Cursed by the Empress Dowager Yinyue, the Blue Devil could only remain in the body of a dragon for the rest of his life and could not transform into his original form. It seemed that he had also sensed the arrival of his brother. In the cave, he let out a dragon roar and a huge head pushed open the lid. Appeared in front of everyone.

The brother and sister who had been separated for more than ten years looked at each other, with joy and excitement in each other's eyes. Jing Wuyuan murmured more subconsciously: "Sister."

"Sister?" Hearing Jing Wuyuan's address to Blue Devil, Yan Chixia, his wife, and Zhuge Liuyun all looked like they had seen a ghost.

Blue Devil is actually Jing Wuyuan's younger sister.

Doesn't that mean that Zhuge Liuyun is Jing Wuyuan's nephew?
  The Blue Devil's huge dragon body jumped out of the cave, spreading a pair of huge wings, as if he wanted to embrace his biological brother again.

When Jing Wuyuan saw his sister's speechless appearance, a trace of distress appeared in her eyes, and her body changed violently.

In the blink of an eye, a giant white dragon that was dozens of feet tall and slightly larger than the 30-foot dragon body of Blue Devil appeared.

A pair of dragon wings spread out, hugging his sister tightly.

The two dragons, brother and sister, hugged each other, snoring continuously, and let out loud dragon roars from their mouths, which echoed in Panlong Valley.

Huge teardrops kept rolling down from the eyes of the two dragons, dripping onto the ground, making the originally dry ground extremely wet.

Amidst the dragon roars filled with complex emotions, Jing Wuyuan's pair of huge dragon eyes gradually began to look strange, and he glanced at Ming Xiaoyang with shock in his eyes.

I don't know how much time passed, but Jing Wuyuan's huge dragon body shrank and turned into the white-clothed scholar again, while the Blue Devil stood there motionless.

"Holy Lord, you..." Jing Wuyuan returned behind Ming Xiaoyang and shouted in disbelief.

"Teacher Jing, don't say anything." Ming Xiaoyang raised a hand and signaled to Jing Wuyuan, "I know what you want to say, but I don't want to hear about it at all."

"Uncle." Zhuge Liuyun opened his eyes wide, looked at Jing Wuyuan, and called him in a particularly complicated tone.

What happened recently was really a big stimulus to Zhuge Liuyun.

He is actually the son of a human demon, the Blue Demon is his mother, and the real fate of his favorite junior sister Hongye is his half-brother.

Now, another uncle has appeared, and he is actually the national advisor of the Yinyue Dynasty - Jing Wuyuan. If Zhuge Liuyun hadn't been so arrogant, he might have been crushed.

"Liu Yun." Jing Wuyuan has already learned from the blue devil's dragon language the identity of this boy whom he has met several times. He is his nephew.

In an instant, Zhuge Liuyun's eyes became much gentler, and he nodded affectionately.

Although this pair of uncles and nephews are close relatives, their relationship with each other is really indifferent. They called each other and didn't know what to say.

"Teacher Jing, I didn't bring you here just to let you recognize me." Ming Xiaoyang said helplessly, breaking the stagnant atmosphere between Jing Wuyuan and Zhuge Liuyun.

"Is this the Holy Lord?" Zhuge Liuyun, who had already endured it when he heard Ming Xiaoyang's self-proclaimed name, sneered sarcastically, "Are you really the Seven Nights Holy Lord of the Yin Yue Dynasty?"

"Qiye, maybe you don't know yet, right? The real Qiye had already had a miscarriage in Queen Mother Yinyue's belly. You are just a bastard that she picked up from nowhere!"

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