What is the Experience of Getting Married with the Demon Emperor?

"I won't read it."

Luo Qingfeng didn't know who he was talking about this sentence.

inside the field.

The seemingly frail delicate body trembled slightly.

She suddenly realized something.

No.

Maybe she should have realized it earlier.

She should realize that Chen Anning has never lost the memory of the secret realm.

She should have realized that Chen Anning had already guessed her identity, but she never said it out loud.

She should also realize what Yu Yanyan's question in Bijian Villa is implying.

Xiao Nianqing gave a wry smile.

The temple fair a few years ago, the fireworks.

She thought it could last for a long, long time, ten years, 20 years... 30 years, or even longer.

It's just that she never thought that it would be too fast after all.

Xiao Nianqing naturally understood what Chen Anning's words meant.

It doesn't matter to anyone, but Chen Anning—she doesn't want him to see her transformed into a demon.

That look is not beautiful.

So Chen Anning turned her back.

So Xiao Nianqing raised her head.

When the huge beard of the Mara tree was smashed down like a giant hammer——

The evil spirit that turns everything in the world into nothingness and gray and white soars into the sky!

this moment.

The middle-aged man beside the bed table in Dalie Dynasty raised his head.

The old sword master of Daojian Mountain subconsciously clenched his sword.

The national teacher from Lihuo sat upright, with deep eyes, and said nothing.

A certain shadow in the darkness smiled with emotion.

A certain medical fairy in Qianhua Hai was slightly stunned.

The footsteps of the woman in black on the road to Yunhai City froze.

Just in this moment.

Everyone in the Tianxuan Continent looked in the direction of Baihua City in unison.

Just at this moment, they understood one thing——

"She has come back."

354. One black and one white

torrential rain.

Big dark day.

The evil spirit like a black ocean soared into the sky, dyeing the entire sky in a color that belonged only to her.

The city wall was trembling, Baihua City was trembling, and Daojian Mountain was trembling.

The Mara tree was also trembling.

Its branches raised high and smashed towards Baihua City like a heavy hammer froze in the air, and the indescribable evil spirit enveloped its whole body in the blink of an eye.

There was a loud bang.

Like a sharp sword piercing the flesh, like a harpoon piercing a river carp.

Hundreds of roots and tendrils on the Mo Luo tree collapsed and collapsed in unison, and the black blood splashed out immediately, mixing with the rainwater that suddenly fell from the sky and the earth.

Her demons were so terrifying that when thousands of demons rushed around Baihua City, the monks even heard roars, hisses, and howls of ancient beasts...

They seem to be in a battlefield of ancient times, as if they have once again seen those terrifying beasts that only existed in legends tens of thousands of years ago.

"..."

The old sword master stopped the sword formula in his hand.

Su Zizhou put down the dagger in his hand.

The two Heavenly Venerates just silently looked at the source of the demon, they knew... from now on, they are no longer needed on this battlefield.

They just need to watch, like the stunned Luo Qingfeng, and the bewildered Liu Qingqing—watching that seemingly frail woman descend into the world like a demon god.

Normally, Mo Luoshu, who is very sensitive to magic energy, would definitely notice the horror of the woman in front of him, but at this moment, Mo Luoshu still doesn't care.

The Mo Luo tree in the south roared, making a sound that humans could not make, and with its mountain-like body, it slammed into the gate of Baihua City.

Xiao Nianqing raised her head slightly.

There was a strange ruthlessness and extreme coldness in her eyes.

The white and tender right palm was infested by the extreme evil spirit, and the snow-white skin instantly turned scorched black, as if it had been scorched by flames, full of wrinkles and distorted shape.

The scorched black spread to her right shoulder, and climbed up her right neck and cheek little by little, making a small part of her tender skin look like it had been corroded.

In the past, she never cared much about other people's eyes, so it doesn't matter to anyone who looks like this.

But now with Chen Anning... She just didn't want Chen Anning to see herself like this.

It's not beautiful, it's even ugly.

A bit of unwilling bitterness flashed across her eyes, and she turned her right palm to twist the void.

Countless blood threads scattered from the palm, and then condensed and spun under the control of the strong demon, and finally transformed into a sharp sword made of pure blood.

city ​​wall.

Xiao Nianqing's figure suddenly disappeared.

The torrential rain washed away where she was originally, but the blood flowing on the ground seemed to be frozen, unaffected by the rain.

When Xiao Nianqing reappeared, she had already arrived in front of the Mo Luo tree in the south.

That mountain-like body slammed fiercely towards Xiao Nianqing who was in front of Baihua City. To ordinary monks, it was like a whole mountain flying across, and they wanted to resist the mountain with a human body.

But she just raised the sword and dropped it.

Simple action.

Even someone who has never learned swordsmanship can still perfectly restore Xiao Nianqing's sword.

however.

Different from other sword cultivators, the one who wields the sword is the Demon Emperor.

……

Sword falls.

The wind stopped.

The evil spirit surges.

In the eyes of Luo Qingfeng and others, the color between heaven and earth was cut off for an instant.

In the pure gray and white world, the body of the Mara tree was separated from the left and right.

At the same time, a certain hill behind the Mo Luo tree exploded suddenly, and countless clods of soil and gravel shot up into the sky, forming a curtain of dust.

The heavy rain that fell around the Mo Luo tree was evaporated the moment it hit the ground, and even the air in that area was consumed, forming a pure vacuum area in an instant.

The surging Mo Sha rushed to the whole body of the Mo Luo tree, chopped its body to pieces at an extremely fast speed, and then ate it.

The body of the Mo Luo tree separated into two parts rushed towards Baihua City by inertia, but when it was about to touch the city wall, it was cut to pieces by the surging Mo Sha.

Until the end, when the Mo Luo tree really touched Baihua City, only the remaining fly ash fell on the city wall like snow and blew past the ears of Luo Qingfeng and others.

……

silence.

Endless silence.

Luo Qingfeng raised his head in bewilderment, and looked at the female devil with her feet on the void, holding a blood sword, and exuding a terrifying evil spirit all over her body. For a moment, she couldn't be connected with that Mrs. Xiao at all.

The rain is still falling, but no one remembers to open an umbrella.

They all let the raindrops hit their shoulders and soak their hair, hoping to clear their minds and allow themselves to correctly understand the world.

Liu Qingqing was so frightened that her legs trembled, she softly said to Xiao Nianqing who was in the distance:

"This is……"

The voice did not fall.

A cold wind blew past Liu Qingqing's ears.

Xiao Nianqing's left hand, which had not raised the sword, grabbed towards the distant void.

A giant pitch-black hand with a height of [-] meters emerged in the void, its roots were implicated by Mosha, and connected with Xiao Nianqing's left hand.

As if it was an extension of Xiao Nianqing's left hand, the huge Mosha black hand flew towards the east of Baihua City at an extremely fast speed.

It flew past Liu Qingqing and the others, passed over Su Zizhou's head, and finally arrived in front of the Mara tree in the distance.

Xiao Nianqing spread her five fingers, and that giant black hand also spread her five fingers.

Xiao Nianqing tightly grasped the void, while that giant black hand firmly grasped the charging Mo Luo tree in his palm.

The Mo Luoshu's charge only lasted no more than three breaths, and it was stopped abruptly by this big hand, and it was difficult to make any further progress.

The arm of the left hand was also infected by the horrible scorched blackness, Xiao Nianqing's beautiful eyes flickered, and the corner of her mouth smiled bitterly.