Monarch of Evernight

Without questioning, the demon emperor blew a black gas and concentrated into a black sphere at the top of his night eyes. A drop of extremely pure and intense dark force condensed during the rotation, dripping down on his night eyes. At each point the dark force falls, the body of the night eye trembles slightly, and immediately spreads a ray of dawn force from her body, which vanishes.

The Dukes looked far away and accidentally revealed their envy. Each point of the dark force is pure and can almost be regarded as the incarnation of the dark source point. If they can get a drop, the understanding of the dark force will inevitably reach a new height, thus breaking through the current rank bottleneck.

After seven drops of dark force in a row, the black sphere finally became worn out, and the voice of the demon emperor revealed a little tiredness, seemingly consuming.

“That's all I can do. Also, I will push the opening of the second big door a month later, hopefully you will be able to recover by then. ”

"One month is enough, no need to wait longer," said Night Eye. ”

“I hope so. In the meantime, it's best to take care of the things that could put you in danger again, and although it's just a projection, I've had a lot of last time. ”

“I'll think about it.” Night eyes sound cold.

Nor did the Emperor force himself, just to warn: "Don't forget what you promised. ”

“Of course I'll remember. ”

The endless darkness has scattered, the pressure has disappeared, and the Demon King's projection has gone away. Both dukes have sweats on their foreheads and a sense of escape from death. The demon emperor arose from the slightest end, his image in the dark holy mountains was the most gentle and humble, yet this dark place, the feeling of life and death, for a strong man like the two dukes, really didn't want to go through it again.

A duke came to Night's Eyes and said, "Your Highness, is there anything we can do for you? ”

“Not yet. But some of the warriors here are dying and need help. ”

“Okay, I'll do it.” After the Duke promised, I couldn't bear to say, “Your Majesty, His Majesty, the Demon Emperor has taken every word very seriously. If you have any involvement with the people, it would be better if you stopped earlier. ”

Night Eyes chilled: “When is it your turn to finger me? ”

Nor was the Duke angry, just saying: "After all, we are responsible for protecting you, but there is nothing we can do if something like that happens again. How important it is to open the door to a new world, but now it's stuck in the second door. Alas, I will not say it, and you should also know that there has long been a voice of dissatisfaction in Parliament. ”

Night Eyes coldly said: "Anyone who is dissatisfied, please come to me! ”

The other Duke listened quietly beside him and could not help but admonish him here: "Your Highness, of course you are not afraid of yourself, nor are they capable of doing anything to you. But what the Demon King said is not really a secret anymore, and many people are wondering about it. For the new world, many old men have waited for thousands of years. Now their lives are coming to an end, and they can do anything crazy. I've heard that some people are already planning on starting with the people and breaking your ties there. ”

Night's eyes flashed with a cold light, "What else do I have to do over there? How are they going to cut it off? ”

The Duke euphemistically said, "I didn't know that. But since the people can find you here, they should also be able to find a target on the people's side. As for whether there is a real connection, you also know that sometimes doing something does not require repeated confirmation. I think that if something like this happens again today, they have more reason to act. ”

Night eyes revealed a slow convergence of homicidal intentions, but the whole person felt more dangerous, she said: “Then tell those old men that I have never been threatened! If they do feel they have lived too long, I can help them. ”

The Duke sighed softly, "Your Highness, this is pointless, and they don't have to be against you. On the contrary, we do feel that you should seriously consider the advice of His Majesty the Emperor. After all, people are too insidious and they are not trying to strangle you twice at a time, and the means are useless. Even the King of Fingers has made a move. You've dodged this one, so what next time? ”

Nocturnal eyes were expressionless, just saying I knew.

The Dukes looked at each other and knew that this was the end of the story, so they went down there to heal the wounded. Throughout the ruins of Fort Deschus, the elite warriors of the bloodline fell to the ground, completely unable to climb up, and even those with strong titles were dying.

The sudden outbreak of terror by the Polar King was simply not within the reach of these inferior bloodlines, and the appearance of the Demon King's projection was another crush on them. The Emperor focuses only on the injuries of the night eyes, so as not to ignore the death and survival of these inferior blood clans, and not to avoid accidentally injuring such a small convergence area.

Night vision was destroyed and walked into the basement of the castle. In the middle of the basement hall, there's a thick, huge cast iron coffin spinning around.

The iron coffin is immersed in a pool of blood, calm and waveless, with a hint of sweetness. The Iron Coffin Blood Pool at Fort Deschus is quite famous and is key to supporting the strength of the strong during the war. When the people awoke, Taizu led the Founding Fathers to occupy the ancient castle, the first thing was to destroy the Iron Coffin Blood Pool, and then the blood clan took back the ancient castle, which took a lot of effort to rebuild.

As he entered the lobby, his eyes turned to the two Viscounts behind him: "Go out and wake me up in three days. ”

“Yes, Your Highness! ”

The heavy-duty palace door closed behind her eyes, and she slowly took off her coat and looked down at her perfect body. Her abdominal wounds have miraculously healed, but where they were originally injured, the flesh of the newborn was almost transparent, and it could be seen that a few of the newly regenerated bones had only a thick finger, far from the desired length. It's just a fleshbone, and the damaged viscera hasn't been repaired at all.

On the skin, there is also a hint of flame swallowed up, and the eyebrows of the night eyes appear to be burning very painfully by the flames. This is the flame of the residual Dawn Force, like the maggots of the epiphyses, burning indelibly. Even the Demon King's means have not been completely purged.

Night's eyes glued to the flame with their fingertips, and a little bit of Mars attached to her fingertips, burning constantly, trying to devour her flesh and force.

She put her fingertips in front of her eyes and looked quietly at Mars as she mocked herself a moment later: “It's really a blood book. Is that how you want me to die? Oh, I don't think I've messed with you yet. ”

This dawn flame is so difficult, naturally it is not an ordinary means to attach to it characteristics similar to the dark racial curse, consuming not only rare and rare materials, but also pieces of the soul of the night eye itself. When she fell into the hands of the military, Chestnut Feng Shui tortured her with a soul grinder, most of them collected a few pieces of her soul.

And now, as the night eyes awaken again, the value of these old soul fragments has increased indefinitely and is incalculable. Since the Empire deserves to invest a little soul fragment and attach cursed attributes with a material equivalent to a superb crystal, it is a must.

It's just how much hatred and hatred do you have to fight so hard? She is not the only one who wants to stop the door from opening in the new world, and she is by no means the best person to deal with it. Is the only reason for this is because of the old stumbling blocks, because of that deep down in her heart, and because of a little goodwill and trust in her people? So she's the easiest one to do it?

Night eyes blew out a trace of blood and extinguished the fire on your fingertips. And the fire in the abdomen is too strong to be extinguished at this moment. Only after three days and three nights of immersion in the Iron Coffin Blood Pool can it be completely extinguished.

The King of Fingers was exceptionally well prepared for the blow, and he may not have anticipated that his eyes had grown to such an extent that he could barely block his blow, but he did not forget to prevent accidents.

This incessant flame of dawn burns away her flesh and blood in just a few moments, thus completely annihilating her. Sending her pre-awakening blood surviving tribe as an assassin would defuse her guard, ease her into a trap, and leave the two dukes in charge of guarding with little time to react.

Perhaps the only mistake the Polar King made was not expecting the Demon King to show up so quickly. Almost as soon as the movement occurred, the Demon King's projection arrived.

The Imperial Emperor is embodied on a continent that is not known, but mostly in the traditional territory of the demonic people, so far across the distant space, and deep into the native family, it is also a significant consumption for the Imperial Emperor. He said that the month of January was not just for his night vision, but also for himself.

Night eyes open the iron coffin, step into the coffin and lie down slowly. While blood immersed in your face, it sounded like a ghost sigh.

Qin Lu, Emperor Du.

In a secluded estate on the outskirts, an old man is sitting on a stone, fishing on a stream. Long fishing lines flutter as streams flow, and afternoon sunlight passes through the treetops, sprinkling on the surface. A few tails of fish in the creek travel back and forth in spiritual motion, occasionally touching the bait, but not easily dropping their mouths.

The old man's eyes were slightly squinted, as if he were awake. He was lying between the mountain waters, suddenly listening to a snap, the fishing line was broken into two pieces, a black gas went up along the broken line, wrapped around the fishing rod, and pounded directly on the old man.

The old man opened his eyes and flashed on the fishing rod. The black gas was enclosed and burned constantly. The flame was strong, but the black gas was extremely persistent and burned for a long time before it was quantified.

This time, the old man finally sat upright, his eyes slightly shrugged, and said to himself: “Is it him who did this himself? Is it more important than you think? ”

“Do you always catch catches today? ”

Nor did the old man return. "What are you doing here if you're not in the middle of nowhere? How many big things are in the world, but it is not time to abandon them. ”

Standing behind the old man is, of course, Hao Dai. At this moment, he was dressed in cloth, his temper was convergent, like an ordinary farmer, and he could not see the supremacy of the Empire of Daqin. He stood at will, not counting the elderly, who never looked back at him, nor did he count the words that the elderly were close to admonishing.