In the dark and silent night, the cold wind howled, and suddenly a few wisps of cold chrysanthemum fragrance floated. In the canyon at the bottom of the cliff where almost no starlight could be seen, the figure of a young man blurred almost into the night.

The young man was dressed in a light blue robe. His face was hidden under the hood and could not be seen clearly. All he could see was his pale chin and the soft and gentle lines of his neck.

He was holding a large golden chrysanthemum stained with dew between his long and wide fingers, while his fingertips were gently drawing circles among the branches and leaves of the golden chrysanthemum.

A bright red and purple demonic energy overflowed from his fingers.

The half-opened chrysanthemums swallowed up the demonic energy in his body and bloomed even more enchantingly.

He smiled softly at the father and son who were struck by lightning, and his voice was as gentle as a humble gentleman:

"The name of this chrysanthemum is 'Smiling Gold'. I think Mr. Ye is most familiar with it. After all, this was your mother's favorite flower during her lifetime. However, outsiders don't know that this 'Smiling Gold' is the inheritance flower of the saints of the Demon Sect.

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"This is impossible!!!" Ye Yichuan knocked away his father who had lost his soul, and stumbled towards the young man with a ferocious face.

"My mother is just an ordinary woman, how could she be the Holy Girl of the Demon Sect as you say!"

The young man smiled softly and did not regard Ye Yichuan, who was glaring at him quickly, as much of a threat.

His figure flashed forward like thin smoke, pulling out several afterimages in the space, passing by Ye Yichuan.

Ye Yichuan's body was deadlocked halfway and could no longer move forward.

He opened his eyes wide and looked down at the huge bloody hole on his chest.

The young man's laughter and his father's sad and angry roar sounded behind him.

The young man's left hand hanging on one side slowly raised, holding a beating bright red heart in his palm.

He poured the blood dripping from his heart onto the 'Smiling Golden Chrysanthemum', and the blooming golden chrysanthemum quickly withered and turned black.

"If your mother hadn't been a saint from the Demon Sect, do you think that as the leader of Sanhe in the Demon Realm, I would be so leisurely and elegant to accompany you in completing this great cause of revenge?"

"Sanhe...Wangyi?!" Ye Qingzhou's eyes were scarlet, and he was almost heartbroken when he heard the young man's words!

It turned out to be one of the top demon rivers in the demon world, Wangyi!

Among the mountains and rivers of Sanhe Wangyi Shenjie and the Demon Realm, he has not appeared in the world for thousands of years. He is the most mysterious and least involved person among the six rivers.

But now, he appears in Tianxi Sword Sect.

"Don't look at me with such a surprised look, I just rarely see the world, it's not that I don't care about the world.

I am different from Zang Xin. He likes to play chess by making moves and stir up troubles. I like to ask questions and look at the chess, and I never make moves easily."

Wang Yi's voice was soft and elegant, not like a demon, but like a gentleman in troubled times.

"But once I make a move, I won't leave any room."

He sighed softly, with no hidden disdain in his tone, but said lightly: "The heart-breaking chess piece lies with Haonong and the martial arts disciples. Although this chess piece falls on the key points, his goal is too clear.

Perseverance leads to narrow vision and difficulty in seeing the constraining sword.

With that old friend here, Haonong is destined to only be able to make half of this move, and it is destined to be difficult to succeed."

Ye Qingzhou was not in the Tianshan Mountains and could not understand what Wang Yi meant at all, but he vaguely understood that Ye Yichuan had become a sharp sword in the hands of this demon to attack the Tianxi Sword Sect.

His eyes were filled with fire, and his heart was filled with pain: "Yun Luo, you arranged this too?!"

Wang Yi held his heart in his hand, blood dripping from it.

The strange thing is that the heart has been separated from the body for a long time, but Ye Yichuan still shows no signs of death.

Wang Yi threw the withered 'Smiling Gold' in his hand on the ground, and then made an astonishing move.

He raised his head and raised his hands. After drinking the blood dripping from his heart, he opened his mouth wide and loosened his palms.

Ye Yichuan's heart slipped into his mouth and was swallowed alive by him.

The scarlet blood stained his pale chin violently, but even so, his noble and pure temperament did not fade even a little because of this bloody intention.

Wang Yi gently licked the blood from his fingertips and chuckled: "Zhou Fangyue was indeed arranged by me to be by your side. She enters the game with love and uses the pieces as chess pieces. Back then, I asked her to play with you when she was deeply in love with you.

, pregnant with a child and left privately.

She pretended to be crazy and acted like a fool, pretending to be abandoned by the heartless person, mentally controlling the children of the Twelve Sword Masters since childhood, planting the seeds of hatred, and establishing the closest and most terrifying opponent for your Tianxi. Isn't it better than that?

The layout of Burial Heart seven hundred years ago was even more wonderful."

He is obviously located in Sanhe, but when he talks about Erhe's burial, he seems to be teasing a junior.

Ye Yichuan's body was shaking, his eyes were glowing red, and he wanted to kill him with a sword: "You lied to me! You all lied to me!!!"

Ye Qingzhou's body was so cold that he felt like he was falling into a cold hell!

The woman whom I have been in love with for two hundred years is actually a fatal murderer sent by the demons to set up a love plot.

The woman who had made him feel guilty for many years and could not forget her was just a show-off to him from beginning to end!

His voice sounded like he was crying blood, and the canoe sword at his waist buzzed, but his voice was far less clear and free than before.

"You demons are really unintentional! The most beautiful love in the world can be used by you to the fullest, hurting people invisible! If you don't achieve your goal, you can use any means, even your own flesh and blood!"

Although Ye Qingzhou has a romantic reputation, he is extremely dedicated to love and carefully places the person in the position in his heart. Who would have thought that the person hiding a devil's heart.

He treats his biological son with even more coldness and ruthlessness, and treats his closest relatives like a cold tool.

Ye Qingzhou's heart was filled with indescribable horror and coldness, and he was even more angry to the extreme.

People all over the world say that Erhe Zhanxin is sinister and vicious, his scheming is as deep as the sea, and he can easily manipulate people's hearts.

But now it seems that the most mysterious and low-key Lord of the Three Rivers has more vicious intentions than that of Buried Heart!

Wang Yi disagreed with the hatred that was so deep into his bones that he said: "The reason why demons are different from humans is that as demons, they don't care about the illusory warmth and coldness of human feelings, let alone being bound by these ridiculous emotions.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Just because there are flaws in your feelings, we will take advantage of the situation and follow the destiny. As for Ye Yichuan..."

Wang Yi wiped the blood from his lips and said with a smile: "He was born as a chess piece. From the very beginning, Zhou Fangyue had already defined him like this in his heart.

She has never had any expectations for him, let alone invested any emotions. She has a clear heart, how could she be burdened by the blood and family ties of you humans?"

What heartbreaking words.

Ye Yichuan stood there blankly, lifeless at all. The hatred that had sustained him through these two hundred years of humiliation was suddenly dug up by someone in an extremely cruel way. His heart, which was filled to the brim, seemed to be suddenly dug out.

Empty, it became a bottomless hole.

For a moment, he felt like he was like a phantom in the water, everything was an illusion.

His mother's crazy appearance kept replaying in his mind, looking at the rice in the field behind her back, telling him how long the world looked like.

He didn't believe that a mother's deep affection and care could be faked.

Yes!

Since my mother is a saint of the Demon Sect, she must have her own mission and her own difficulties. Even if he was not born and grew up according to my mother's expectations, there is no mother in this world who does not love her child.

He didn't believe that during those years of getting along day and night, it was the same every year, and his mother was still the same as before, treating him like a chess piece.

Wang Yi had eaten into his heart and was well aware of Ye Yichuan's complicated emotional changes and his pitiful and humble expectations.

He chuckled, and with such a simple sentence, like a hand of death, he easily pushed Ye Yichuan into the abyss of hell again.

"If your mother really loved you and had compassion for you, how could she hang herself in front of you so decisively? She could be so ruthless to herself, so why do you think she would have true feelings of pity for you?"

boom!!!!!

Something in Ye Yichuan's mind seemed to collapse instantly.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

He hugged his head tightly, blood and tears rushed out of his eyes, and strange black flames burned in his chest, with a strong demonic energy. His whole person was trembling and trembling, and his mind was broken!

Wang Yi stood opposite Ye Yichuan, and countless bright red and sticky air lines began to connect between the two of them, tightly entangled with each other.

Then Wang Yi's body became illusory, like a soul without substance.

Ye Qingzhou's eyes widened suddenly, and an ominous premonition emerged: "What are you going to do..."

Wang Yi smiled softly, and the wind suddenly rose. He lifted a corner of his hood, revealing a pair of ghost-like blue eyes in the shadow: "The name of this river is unknown."

Ye Qingzhou did not allow him to take any further action, shouted angrily, and drew out the sword from his waist!

The sword light exploded, the snow collapsed and the clouds split, splitting the nine dark clouds in the sky into two, cutting out a piece of cold moonlight!

The sword in his hand was like autumn water condensed with moonlight, the shadow of the sword spread all over the sky, and the sword energy was like thunder, rolling down with overwhelming anger.

Wang Yi did not put up a defensive position, and even the demonic energy around his body was completely gone, and he did not pay attention to Ye Qingzhou's attack at all.

He raised his arms and tugged in vain. Ye Yichuan, who was standing behind him, floated in front of him like a weightless fallen leaf, just in time to block the angry sword.

Ye Qingzhou suddenly took a breath of cold air, his pupils trembled, and the force of the rapid counterattack shattered the bones of his wrists, and he was able to deflect the sword edge.

The clear light sword energy had already turned Ye Yichuan's lifeless pale face blue, and the sword intent passed by him overwhelmingly.

He and Wang Yi were both unscathed!

"What a pity the hearts of parents in the world." Wang Yi sighed softly, filled with all kinds of ridicule that he couldn't hide.

Then, as he moved his ten fingers together, his body became more transparent and illusory, submerging into Ye Yichuan's body and disappearing.

From the huge empty blood hole in his chest, blood tendons suddenly twisted out like earthworms.
To be continued...