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

Weird disguise technique, inexplicable formation, magic weapon beyond common sense.

In the past, Lin Luomian and Du Lanyue were just ants who could only kneel and bow their heads when they saw him, how could they dare to kill him like they are today?

It was as if he wanted to catch these two reptiles, but was repeatedly humiliated.

As a holy ancestor, how can he tolerate it?

Finally resurrected, he still has countless things he wants to do.

He wants to take the divine soul of the ancient sage Tianming, he wants to refine the supreme divine soul body in the world, he wants to climb to the peak of the holy ancestor, or reach a height that no one in history can match.

If there is a realm above the holy ancestor, he also wants to spy on it.

What Feng Anrong is going to do is so sacred, how can he be humiliated by a bunch of ants and dregs here?

"Senior Feng."

The woman's charming voice rang in his ears.

Qiu Yunzheng did not know when she came to Feng Anrong's soul, and she squatted down unhurriedly.

The pallor on the face of this Bei Tianzun has not completely subsided, but even so, she has been constantly using spells in her hands, using a little blood to repair Feng Anrong's injuries.

"It's not the senior's fault, it's because the junior's soul refining technique is not good enough to bring back the senior who was in his heyday."

Feng Anrong didn't answer her, but just stared at Qiu Yunzheng silently.

Qiu Yunzheng looked deeply at the former holy ancestor, and then smiled coquettishly: "The younger generation naturally knows that the senior's strength is more than that, or is it that the senior is worried that you are unable to perform the spell you used back then?"

"It doesn't matter, this junior also knows a thing or two about your technique."

Feng Anrong's expression changed slightly, and he looked at Qiu Yunzheng with a strange look: "You mean to say..."

Qiu Yunzheng just smiled, and immediately took Feng Anrong's hand gently: "If senior Feng is willing, this junior can help you."

here.

Under the ice palace.

The two lunatics stared at each other.

It wasn't until Feng Anrong confirmed that Qiu Yunzheng's eyes were exactly the same as his original self, that he rarely showed a genuine smile.

"it is good."

The corners of Feng Anrong's mouth almost reached the ears, and that almost crazy smile floated on his cheeks.

"Then just like me, abandon that physical body."

Qiu Yunzheng smiled sweetly: "This junior understands."

Finished.

Qiu Yunzheng's delicate figure was suddenly overflowing with blood.

Blood flowed from every hole in her body, and the facial features were filled with blood red.

This skin, which could be regarded as delicate and beautiful, fell limp at this moment, and the white bones turned into gray smoke and wafted out of the mouth.

The physical body seemed to be melted, and after a few breaths of effort, only a layer of skin was left soaked in a pool of blood.

And Qiu Yunzheng's soul was like Feng Anrong's, retaining the appearance of his original body.

She can also use the spirit to manipulate the spirit and Taoism without abandoning the physical body.

This also shows from the side that Qiu Yunzheng did understand the technique of Feng Anrong back then.

"Now--"

Qiu Yunzheng's spirit exuded bursts of gloomy devilish energy.

His smile is like a flower, but the words he spits out are full of murderous intent.

"Let's butcher all those bastards."

……

……

"How does it feel?"

Du Lanyue held Lin Luomian in her arms.

The wind and snow were blowing wildly all around, Du Lanyue had no choice but to use her body to protect Lin Luomian.

"It's alright, little problem."

"Severing both arms is not a small problem."

"I just need some time to fix it."

Lin Luomian sighed helplessly: "But we really need to take a good rest and recuperate. We really don't want to experience that madman again."

Du Lanyue nodded in agreement with Lin Luomian's words: "In any case, our task has been completed."

When the words fell.

In the distance, two figures slowly approached.

Du Lanyue subconsciously entered the alert, but when she saw the head of the marinated egg that even the wind and snow could not cover, her tense nerves immediately relaxed.

Gu Su and Su Zizhou noticed the fall of the two daughters, and rushed over after finishing the mission.

Su Zizhou limped and came to the second daughter. Seeing that Du Lanyue's right leg was also dripping with blood, his eyes were full of kindness: "Hey, your leg was broken too?"

Du Lanyue rolled his eyes at him directly: "Don't compare me with you, the ancestor who is our enemy."

Su Zizhou curled his lips and sat down: "The one over there is not easy to mess with."

Gu Xun didn't bother to care about the broken leg at all, but squatted next to Lin Luomian, looking at this old colleague: "My hands are gone, tsk tsk tsk...it's worse than I was back then."

"Actually nothing."

Lin Luomian shook his head: "It will be fine in a few months."

"Yeah, nothing."

Du Lanyue's eyes were full of sadness, and her tone was so sad that she wanted to grab the ground with her head: "It's nothing more than the fact that I can't see your one-finger magical skills and double..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Luomian directly used the strength of his waist to hit Du Lanyue's chin with a head hammer.

Lin Luo's face was so red that it looked familiar, and she said angrily, "Don't talk nonsense!!"

"Hey hey hey..."

Du Lanyue didn't agree or refute, and just left it there with a foolish smirk.

Lin Luo gave her a coquettish look.

Just when she was about to preach to Du Lanyue again, she was shocked to find that her body was suddenly out of control.

It's not just her, Du Lanyue's smile also froze suddenly.

They try to speak, but find that their vocal cords are stilling uncontrollably.

Their physical bodies began to stagnate, just like when they were dueling with Feng Anrong, their souls and wills lost control of their bodies.

In the underground ice palace in the distance.

The two souls floated up slowly, and the two of them were surrounded by an unimaginably huge demonic energy.

And among these thousands of waves of devilish energy, there are also countless soul magic arts flickering.

boom!

A blast.

The demonic energy rushed straight into the sky, condensing into a black ring in midair.

As the two divine souls unleashed a spell together, the huge black circle quickly expanded to the entire Northern Plains at an unimaginable speed.

for a while.

All sounds are silent.

The movements of the soldiers who were fighting stopped suddenly.

The thunder wolves who were galloping at high speed also stopped their footsteps in astonishment.

It was a bloody and fierce battlefield, but under the influence of this black ring, it suddenly turned into a still picture.

Quiet.

Deathly quiet.

There is no more hustle and bustle and fighting in Beiyuan, only the wind and snow blowing all over the sky.

578. Can psychopaths be affected by mind control? (4000 words)

Requiem.

Feng Anrong, as the ancestor of the demonic way in the past, has reached the state of perfection in his spirit and Taoism.

If Brother Gu Xun does not achieve the Holy Ancestor Realm, then Feng Anrong is the well-deserved No. 1 historical spirit.

Among them, Feng Anrong created a feat worthy of being remembered by history.

Facing the encirclement and suppression of the world's top ten kendo sects alone, he once used a spirit technique.

It is said that this spirit technique is extremely brutal, and its methods are so mysterious and profound that it seems that Feng Anrong is the one who controls the world.

Rao, even the top ten sword sects in the world teamed up to display the sure-killing sword array, which collapsed in front of that weird and unpredictable divine-soul technique.

Feng Anrong also used this technique to kill countless sword masters.

Although Feng Anrong still died under Wan Jian's heart piercing in the end, if the sword masters made a wrong move at that time, history would be ruthlessly rewritten by this holy ancestor.

The name of the soul-spelling technique is—Requiem.

In a real sense, let your own soul will override other people's soul will.

Completely seizing control of the body can even change the concept of some people who are weak in cultivation and unstable in spirit and will.

Before being affected by Requiem, this person may be a person who hates evil and believes in the clear principles of heaven.

But if he was hit by Feng Anrong's requiem technique, he would be affected by Feng Anrong and become a violent, bloodthirsty lunatic who would never be recognized by his relatives.