The Anarchic Consort Chapter 571: His Royal Highness’s True Body

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As the boy's voice fell, there was a loud bang!

The black snake entwining Bailijiajue's body was blown to pieces by the power that came from somewhere!

In the **** mist, the sound of da, da, da footsteps came over...

The two wraiths stiffened their movements and turned their heads slowly.

I saw the black boots beating the ground rhythmically, the wind blowing from all directions, and the black robe of Bailijiajue, he stood there, the coldness above, with the smell of evil, permeated Thick black smoke.

The resentful spirit looked at him, his brown pupils slowly widened, as if he had seen something unbelievable, a strong surprise appeared on his face.

He opened his thin, pale lips, trying to speak, but found that his throat was dry and there was no sound at all.

I can only watch Baili Jiajue helplessly, getting closer and closer, getting closer...

Time seemed to stand still.

Bai Li Jiajue's footsteps stopped in front of the two wraith spirits. From this angle, his slender legs looked more upright and powerful. The angular profile was pale with crystal clearness, and it was extremely evil. Compared with the indifferent one, he has a little more indescribable taste.

"Hall, Your Highness..." The wraiths' expressions changed suddenly, and they stretched out their hands and grabbed the clothes on their chests, lying on the ground in pain, breathing for assistance.

Bai Li Jiajue stretched out his hand and picked up one of the resentful spirits. The corners of his mouth that seemed to be smiling and non-smiling was magical: "This temple will give you one last chance. Come and tell me, where did you put her?"

"Yes, in the middle of the river..." The boy's pale face now looked even more purple.

The other resentful spirit was trembling, fearing that Baili Jiajue would hurt his brother, and said with a small face: "His Royal Highness, it’s none of our business, we just made a contract with others. I didn't expect that would be your prey."

"Who do you call your Royal Highness?" When Baili Jiajue lowered his eyes, the demon in his eyes flashed red slightly, and then, with his left hand raised, he threw back the wraith spirit on his hand, amidst the suction of ghosts around him. , Restored the lazy evil smile, his body was full of blood, and even his face was spotted red. At this time, he looked like the overlord who controlled the darkness, without the indifference that was once, but handsome Shocking!

Two resentful spirits stood in a row, afraid to speak any more, just watching the man pacing into the deepest night.

Obviously he is the most evil demon in the world, but he is tired of God's high posture, with an extremely holy face, and his gestures with ascetic grace, deceiving all the people of the world.

Whether it is a demon or a demon, he is full of innate worship for him.

This man once stood outside the Nine Heavens, the Buddha illuminates his body and is embraced by all demons.

The Buddha asked him what he wanted to do.

He said: "I want this day, I can't cover my eyes again,

If you want this place, I can't bury my heart again,

I want all sentient beings to understand what I mean,

All the Buddhas will disappear in smoke! "

Nothing is wrong!

That is their king!

But why, it looks like the king doesn’t recognize them!

Also, hasn't the king disappeared?

How can you become a human?

Moreover, they clearly felt the magic of uncertainty in him.

What the **** is going on here?

The two resentful spirits glanced at each other, and their eyes were filled with doubts.

After the Great War, the exorcists used their flesh and blood to forge a seal.

They escaped because they were born of resentment,

The king's soul was broken into pieces and fell into the world, but his body disappeared forever. No one knows where he went. Whether it is a human or a demon, he thought he would have died long ago...

From the beginning, that person planned to come back.

In a posture that no one can imagine...rebirth!

Squeak...

As Bailijiajue paced, the mist that permeated the night was like shattered glass, cracking lines.

Vaguely a deep staircase appeared in the middle of the river, with torches on all sides, and blue fire light burning on it.

The little man guarding the fire of resentment had a meal, his round eyes widened unbelievably, and his pupils flickered back and forth: "Master, is this breath he?"

The magical beast is not as stable as a villain. The unknown sense of oppression makes its blood boil. The claws seem to have lost their control, shaking tremblingly, and can’t stand upright anymore, just like that. Someone is ordering it to kneel down!

The white-clothed man raised his eyes, and there was a hint of surprise across the corners of his eyes. In the rippling water, his reflections showed his dark eyes like an ancient well, gentle and elegant, but extremely dangerous: "He is still alive!" The words fell, the man. Turning his head and looking at the little man: "What about the time? How much is still missing?"

"It's coming soon." The little man threw another resentful spirit from the torch.

The flame burned more and more vigorously, slowly spreading around the coffin, enveloping Helian Weiwei in it!

The man laughed, bit his finger, and fed blood into Helian Weiwei's mouth, his eyes full of petting.

"Even if that person appears at this time, nothing can be changed. You can't replace the Phoenix girl. Go back to where you originally belonged early, Helian Weiwei."

Boom!

The blue fire is igniting!

Helian Weiwei who came back from **** finally had feelings, but the feeling was like burning skin. She couldn't fit into that body at all, and she felt like she was about to be burned to death. It's hard to be in the flames of hell.

She watched, another Helian Weiwei came out from the lake and stepped closer to the body...

But she didn't have the strength to move, except for the shadow, there was a sea of ​​fire.

Her soul seems to have lost consciousness, and she doesn't know where it has drifted.

It is said that before dying, people will see the silhouettes of previous lives.

What she saw was the little boy standing alone in the nine-fold deep palace.

He was abused by the palace people and could only eat rough food. Even his incomparable mother and queen was not favored. They regarded him as a punching bag, called him to his side, and took them down one by one. Silver needle.

The cold blood flowed out of his fingers. He just leaned on the wooden door, and his long hair was dyed like night ink, scattered on his back, making him look like a fallen elf.

He lowered his eyes, with a faint smile in his self-deprecating tone: "It's really stupid. He knows what the result will be, but it's still so naive."

As he spoke, the boy's black hair surged, covering his **** eyes.

She stood in front of him, feeling distressed after all, and wanted to reach out and hug him.

But weirdly discovered that he actually penetrated his body...