Author: Thirteen pure onesMachine Translation
Xia Ling returned to the firmament and continent.
She placed Fu Dai’s demon king spirit soul into the demon king’s body.
This was like the last piece of a puzzle.
When the spirit soul fused into the demon king’s body.
Without any warning, the second chain from the body that traversed the firmament and continent was completely broken.
Fresh blood gushed out from the demon King’s heart.
With the experience from last time, Xia Ling took a breath. She mentally prepared herself and arrived under the fresh blood.
The boiling hot blood was still like lava, even though she thought that her spirit body had been trained to be strong enough and suddenly fell under the blood.
The pain still made her entire spirit body tremble.
This time, the power was even stronger.
Even though she had activated the God slayer’s art at the first moment, the thick power had entered her spirit body along the surface of her body, as if a powerful river had been forcefully stuffed into the riverbed of a stream.
The woman in a pure white dress was bathed in the devil blood and was surrounded by the overwhelming devil blood.
Such a power, Hai Hai did not dare to be distracted, only dare to cling tightly to Xia Ling’s spiritual sense.
Closing her eyes tightly, Xia Ling tried her best to absorb the scalding devil blood, and a touch of colorless blood oozed out from the corner of her lips… …
Her mind is a little foggy.
Even if she tried to stay awake, her consciousness could not resist the sensation of her body’s slumber.
She went to sleep.
And while she slept, the demon blood stopped flowing.
Boom, boom, boom… …
The sound of a chain breaking.
The other eight chains that still pierced through the devil King’s heart were directly shattered by this powerful force
The bronze-skinned man opened his eyes and his body shrank.
At this moment, the sleeping pure white soul body naturally drifted into his embrace.
A long black hair was draped over the man’s body.
The man wore a pitch-black robe and returned to his normal size. He did not look as tough as Xia Ling had seen before.
His skin was white, and the aura between his brows was even more mysterious and gloomy.
He looked at Xia Ling in his arms with an intoxicated and gentle gaze.
The laws of the abyss surged within his pure black eyes.
The man’s cold hands touched Xia Ling’s brows and eyes.
He lowered his head, and his thin and cold kiss landed on the woman’s indifferent and Childish Lips.
“Remember, my name is JI yuan. ”
— The ancestor of the abyss, Ji Yuan
The woman’s figure was clearly reflected in his eyes.
His eyes, which had always been cold, were suffused with possessiveness, indifference, and that malicious emotion… …
The tiny soul in his arms had clearly cultivated the legendary forbidden technique.
However, Ji Yuan didn’t want to kill her. Instead, he raised her to see how far she could grow.
He was too lonely.
He watched her live and grow stronger.
Then, she would only belong to him.
Her soul contained the power of the main God. At the same time, the power of the devil King’s blood entwined every bit of her soul.
How wonderful
She was his.
Ji Yuan’s thin lips curled into a dark smile.
Ji Yuan looked at Xia Ling tenderly, his left hand pressing on his chest.
He took out his heart.
The moment his heart left his chest, his face turned pale.
The scalding heart carried some black smoke.
He bit the heart open and allowed the scalding force to struggle in his mouth.
Then, he lowered his head and grabbed Xia Ling’s lips.
Ji Yuan created such a clone to help him overcome the love tribulation.
But now, he was already in the love tribulation and this clone was useless.
Then he would give his life to him.
“Ling Ling, are you happy that you took my life? ”
Xia Ling did not say a word after she fainted.
A black mark formed a mysterious symbol in Xia Ling’s heart.
The symbol gradually quieted down. Xia Ling’s pure white spirit body had an indiscernible aura around it.
Ji Yuan’s thin lips curved into a satisfied smile.
Ji Yuan raised his hand and sealed the firmament world.
