The wind swept dark clouds, the night was shrouding the demon city, the bustling street markets were crowded with people, and the lights were everywhere.

In front of a small stall selling sugar, there was a crowd of people. The stall owner was busy with work, smiling on his face, and shouting to attract more customers.

"Walk by, come and take a look. The Nine Demon Kings personally chose the sweetest man in the demons. It can make you sweeter to your heart with a taste--"

The sweetness between the lips is blooming.

The black-haired young man sitting on the couch raised his head, opened his phoenix eyes slightly, stared at his face that was close to him, and was stunned for a moment.

Zhou Xuanlan bit the small piece of candy man, leaned over and kissed the red lips, and a faint smile appeared in his black eyes.

In Qilin City, Chen Liuxiang sweetened him with the candy man. As a disciple, he would naturally sweeten his master.

The dark eyelashes trembled slightly, and were caught off guard, and his expression was a little at a loss.

Until I found the apprentice in front of me, I noticed that he had overflowed the nervousness on his face, and looked a little proud, as if he had done something amazing and could hide it in his heart for several days.

The mentality of sinking sound changed instantly.

He couldn't stand the stimulation, could not withstand the provocation, and did not fight back, and felt itchy.

So he poked his hands out of the quilt, hooked Zhou Xuanlan's neck, and his handsome and fair face slightly sided, and found a suitable angle.

The tip of the red soft tongue poked out a little and licked the thin lips lightly.

Immediately in silence, I slightly raised my jaw and licked the small piece of candy into a little bit.

Zhou Xuanlan's smile dissipated, and his slender figure froze.

Finally, he saw the young man in a dark underwear put down his hands, his shoulders drooped, and his hair was drooping, and he smiled like a cat stealing fishy fish.

“It’s quite sweet.”

In an instant, it seemed as if there was an invisible little claw that scratched Zhou Xuanlan's heart.

His eyes drooped, and his lips curled up in an unknown curvature.

It took only how long the master forgot.

Before, I was on Nuanyu couch, shook my head and said no. When I couldn't stand it, my handsome face was covered with tears.

Such a pitiful and helpless look made Zhou Xuanlan unable to stop being soft-hearted, but he couldn't help but be crueler. It was not until the person in his arms was almost collapsed by lust and he saw the beautiful and seductive posture that he could let him go with satisfaction.

But now, the person who once pitifully begged for mercy doesn't seem to remember these.

Turning over his body, even the tip of his hair was shouting at Zhou Xuanlan - he was in a slump! It's OK again!

Zhou Xuanlan was silent and wanted to try whether he was really okay again, but after thinking about it, the master just woke up, but it was still fine.

He handed the sugar man who was missing a small piece to Chen Liuxiang's mouth, "Master hasn't said yet, who was the one who came before?"

Chen Liuxiang reached out to take it and said it in detail, but after missing what Ling Ye said, Zhou Xuanlan did not belong to the current demon clan.

After speaking, Chen Liuxiang took out the jade slip and planned to send news to Di Yunyu that the place where Qiongqi was sealed was near the demon capital. Maybe Di Yunyu would have an impression.

As soon as his fingertips gathered his spiritual power, he was about to point it on the jade slip when the door slammed open.

When Xu Xingchen broke into the room, his eyes fell on the jade slip in his hand, his pale face changed drastically, and he cast a spell and knocked it down without hesitation.

"Stop! Don't tell the Emperor's Father!"

The jade slip with golden ears hanged fell on the bedding, and it had not yet touched the sound of spiritual power, but was still dull.

Xu Xingchen quickly walked to the edge of the bed, looking dazed all the way. He calmed down a little when he saw the sound of the sinking sound. He opened his mouth and his lips trembled slightly, "Brother, brother..."

Chen Liuxiang saw that his face was blood-colored, his eyes were covered with ferocious bloodshots, and his brows frowned, "What's wrong, who bullied you?"

Xu Xingchen shook his head vigorously, and suddenly held his hand. His slender fingers were as cold as snow, and he tried hard until they turned white.

He trembled all over and said, "Yes, it's the Emperor's Father--"

The pupils shrank.

After Xu Xingchen left in the afternoon, he went back to his residence to rest, but unexpectedly he was stopped by a man in a civilian halfway through. The other party looked at him with a handsome face, with several black dots on his neck, and smiled gently, calling him Xingchen Shaojun.

Xu Xingchen was alert. At this time, when others on the street saw this, they saluted one after another, and they paid homage to the common man - the Great Demon King and Heng Jiuyin.

Knowing that it was Heng Jiuyin, Xu Xingchen was fearless.

In broad daylight, Heng Jiuyin could still eat him, so he swung his sleeves openly and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Young Master is rarely here in the Demon City, so why not go to the teahouse with me to sit quietly for a while."

The demon king invited him, who dared to slack off? He immediately followed him respectfully. No matter how he was not afraid of it, he had to take into account the other party's face and made up a bunch of nice words and declined.

But Xu Xingchen ignored these things. He was so tired that he thought that Heng Feisan had met before, he had the same father as his son, and had no good impression of Heng Jiuyin, so he said, "One other day, I will go back to rest."

Heng Jiuyin smiled disapprovingly: "Since that's the case, I can only go to find Mr. Chen."

After saying that, he left directly.

When Xu Xingchen heard this, he hurriedly stopped him: "What are you looking for him to do? I am not Shaojun!"

Heng Jiuyin: "Young Master is not going to rest."

Xu Xingchen: "He is resting too!"

Heng Jiuyin chuckled, his tone was inexplicably meaningful, "But I think he would be willing to get up and listen."

Xu Xingchen was agitated by him and aroused his curiosity again. He immediately said, "Okay, go to you, which teahouse... I tell you, except for the Emperor's Father, what I said is the most effective. If you discuss important matters, you really have a good idea when you first choose to find me!"

Heng Jiuyin smiled but didn't say anything, so he took Xu Xingchen to a quiet teahouse.

But he didn't let someone pour tea, so he waved his hand and asked someone to bring several sets of tea sets, all of which should be placed on the table. "Shaojun has a noble status and traveled thousands of miles. He rushed from Shenqi Mountain to Yaodu. It's hard for a mere scroll."

Xu Xingchen looked puzzled: "Why is it hard to have a teleportation array?"

Heng Jiuyin smiled but not laughed. Fortunately, at this time, Xu Xingchen finally reacted as he wished and said vigilantly: "You know the scroll, what exactly do you want to say."

Heng Jiuyin: "The Emperor wants to seal the Qiongqi land, do you know why?"

Xu Xingchen: "It's not one of you yet. I'm so bold that I want to release Qiongqi, so the Emperor's Father asked us to stop it."

Heng Jiuyin shook his head, covered the teacup on the table, picked up another teacup and placed it on it, and folded it slowly.

"You really think anyone can break the seal of the Emperor? In this world, except for the Emperor himself, there is only the eternal beast that is pressed down below."

Xu Xingchen frowned and believed most of the time. With the cultivation of the Emperor's Father, what Heng Jiuyin said was indeed somewhat reasonable.

He thought for a while: "...Anyway, someone has moved the scroll and is ill-intentioned!"

Heng Jiuyin slowly folded the high cup and changed the topic: "How much do you know about Ascension?"

Xu Xingchen was speechless for a long time: "Heng Feican is your son. How much do you know?"

The man in a commoner slapped his mouth slightly, and gave him a food instruction to above, "Ascend to the Tao."

Xu Xingchen: "...everyone who should know knows, you ask me what I do, can you think of seeking the scriptures and finding the wrong person, let alone the demon clan cannot ascend."

Strangely, although the road to ascension is extremely difficult, every few hundred years, there are always monks standing at the top of the mainland who can succeed.

But the demon clan is different. According to records, there are very few demon cultivators who can lead to ascendance of the thunder tribulation, but no one can survive the thunder tribulation so far. It can be said that the entire army has been wiped out and they have all become dead souls under the thunder tribulation.

Heng Jiuyin folded nine cups and said, "There will be another half month, which will be the four hundred years of the day when the Emperor ascended."

Xu Xingchen was stunned. Heng Jiuyin was indeed an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years. He was more detailed than his son, who had been familiar with the life of Emperor Father since childhood, and it was exactly what day he had.

He said, "The Emperor's Father did have ascendant thunder tribulation, and he gave up because of the ferocious beasts appearing."

"The emperor has great kindness in his heart, and I am ashamed of myself." Heng Jiuyin pointed to the high teacup in front of him, "But he is the only one who can do this. If he failed to survive the tribulation, if it were someone else's tiny practice, his cultivation would have been gone for a long time."

Xu Xingchen's heart skipped a beat: "That's natural. The Emperor's father realized the truth in Shenqi Mountain, and no one can compare with him. But... what do you mean by the dispersion of cultivation? If you fail to ascension, isn't you just die in the lower body of the thunder tribulation? As long as you survive the thunder tribulation, you should be fine."

Heng Jiuyin sneered: "Wrong, that's just an appearance." Xu Xingchen suddenly felt a sense of inability to see his expression.

Heng Jiuyin lit a teacup and made a crisp knock: "Ascending not only means reaching another vast world, but also means that this continent can no longer accommodate him. The cultivator who failed to survive the tribulation did not die in the thunder tribulation. It was this continent that deprived him of all the spiritual power given to him."

"In other words, those who fail to survive the tribulation will all disappear and turn into spiritual energy and flow into the world to achieve a certain balance that is popular."

Xu Xingchen's face was terrifyingly pale. If this was the case, wouldn't the Emperor's Father's cultivation have been dissipating?

“No…no,”

He shook his head suddenly, "If it is true as you said, after four hundred years of dispersion, how could the Emperor's Father's cultivation still be at the top of the continent!"

"So he is the Emperor," Heng Jiuyin smiled, "but there is no doubt that he was still greatly affected. If I was right, the Emperor's usual memory would gradually become blurred as his cultivation level disappears, otherwise he would not forget the place where the ferocious beast was sealed and he would do everything possible to find the scroll."

"Although this matter is incredible, it actually sounds simple."

Heng Jiuyin placed another one next to the high-stacked teacup and said, "Ordinary people can reach the realm of ascension with a high level of teacup. However, after the Emperor realized the truth in Shenqi Mountain, his cultivation was like the accumulated height of these nine teacups, which was far beyond the requirements for ascension, so,"

Xu Xingchen looked at Heng Jiuyin and took off the teacup that was high above two, "It will take time, one hundred years, two hundred years, three hundred years... four hundred years."

By the way, Heng Jiuyin pointed at the last teacup, "In the end, he still has the cultivation level of an ordinary person in the Ascension Realm."

Xu Xingchen was stunned for a moment and suddenly reacted, "I understand! I understand! You want to say that the Emperor's Father will not be able to lose his cultivation like those who failed to survive the tribulation and end up in death, because he still has a chance to ascend!"

Xu Xingchen grabbed the remaining teacup tightly, as if holding a life-saving straw, "This is the cultivation level of the Ascension Realm! There will be thunder tribulation!"

Xu Xingchen's expression changed and asked after a while: "Why did you tell me this?"

Heng Jiuyin raised his eyelids: "I have always admired the Emperor, so naturally I don't want him to make mistakes again and again, and missed this last chance again."

Xu Xingchen's face changed and he stood up suddenly: "Why did you miss it? How could you miss it! Tell me clearly quickly!!"
To be continued...