Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

The tranquility of Qingwu Valley is gently sealed by an invisible barrier.

The seal set by Su Chen himself was like a huge cocoon with flowing dark gold and ink runes, which firmly protected the valley, the courtyard, the towering ginkgo tree, and all their sweet memories.

This is the pure land for him and Anan, which cannot be desecrated by war.

In the demon world, beside the abyss of eternal darkness, stands the majestic demon palace - the Palace of Eternal Night.

Unlike the eerie and terrifying appearance imagined, the palace was built with deep black obsidian and dark red blood jade. Its lines were cold and majestic, and it had a majesty that looked down on the world.

When Su Chen, holding Nan Xiang, stepped through the gate burning with dark blue devil flames and appeared in the Demon Palace Square, all the creatures in the Demon Realm who had already received the news, regardless of their status, held their breath and lowered their heads.

The air seemed to freeze.

Countless gazes, some of awe, some of curiosity, and some of inquiry, carefully fell on the bright goose yellow in Su Chen's arms.

Su Chen, their demon lord.

Fifty years ago, this former Buddhist descended upon the demon world with the force of thunder and lightning. With only his own sword, he killed his way through the Nine Netherworlds and Eighteen Hells, and beheaded the tyrannical and ruthless old demon lord who had been entrenched for thousands of years at the bottom of the eternal dark abyss.

That bloody storm is still a horrific legend passed down from mouth to mouth in the demon world.

After he ascended the throne, although he almost ignored worldly affairs and lived in seclusion in Qingwu Valley for many years, the iron law followed by the demon world has never changed - the strong are respected!

Su Chen's power was his supreme authority. No one dared to question it, and no one dared to disrespect it.

At this moment, the demon lord who made the three realms tremble with fear was holding a woman carefully, with a look in his eyes that was so gentle that the creatures in the demon world had never seen before, and that was enough to drown everything.

"Welcome to the Demon Lord! Welcome to the Demon Queen!"

I don’t know who was the first to react, kneeling on one knee and shouting loudly.

The sound waves spread like a tide, sweeping across the entire square in an instant, shaking the demonic energy of the Eternal Dark Abyss to a turmoil:

“Welcome to the Demon Lord! Welcome to the Demon Queen——!”

Nan Xiang was so frightened by the deafening shout that she subconsciously clutched the collar of Su Chen's shirt.

Su Chen tightened his arms in a soothing manner, and his cold eyes swept across the dark crowd below, with an unquestionable pressure:

"From today on, she, Nan Xiang, is my only Demon Queen, the supreme mistress of the demon world. Seeing her is like seeing me."

"I will follow the Demon Lord's orders!"

The response was like a tsunami, with absolute submission.

Su Chen did not stop, holding Nan Xiang in his arms, he walked straight towards the main hall of Eternal Night deep in the Demon Palace, which symbolized supreme power.

The palace door slammed shut behind him, blocking out all the noise from the outside world.

The hall was spacious and magnificent, with a magic crystal lamp burning forever, illuminating everything as bright as day, yet revealing the unique coldness of the demonic realm.

"Anan,"

Su Chen gently placed Nan Xiang on the throne carved from a whole piece of warm jade, and half-knelt in front of her. He held her hand and looked up at her, his eyes filled with blazing anticipation and a firmness that could not be refused.

"Once this battle is over, we will announce it to the three realms and hold our wedding ceremony. I want you to stand by my side legitimately and be my Demon Queen for eternity."

His words were like the hottest oath, branded in Nan Xiang's heart.

She looked at the satisfaction and happiness that almost overflowed from his eyes, but her heart seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, and she felt an indescribable bitterness and panic.

Nan Xiang had no previous memories when she entered this small world, only the memories of this small world before, so she didn't know Chunjuan and Qinglian's plan, but she always felt intuitively that there would be changes in this wedding.

But her Ah Chen has been so tired over the years, so she'd better not talk about the uncertainties and just add to his troubles.

"Okay." Nan Xiang suppressed the turmoil in her heart, tried to put on a bright and affectionate smile, leaned over and kissed his forehead.

"Little monk, I am waiting to be your bride."

There was a hint of sweetness in her voice, but there was a trace of sadness in her eyes that she herself was not even aware of.

Su Chen only felt that his heart was filled with great happiness, and he interpreted that little bit of sadness as the tension before the war.

He kissed her back cherishingly and promised solemnly: "Wait until I come back, Anan."

The demon world is in an uproar over the news of the Demon Lord's wedding.

Countless rare treasures were sent to the Palace of Eternal Night, and skilled craftsmen worked day and night to sew the Demon Queen's wedding dress. The curtains were made of shark silk, and the floor was paved with blood jade. The entire Demon Palace was immersed in an unprecedented festive preparation with the characteristics of the Demon Realm.

Nan Xiang was very well protected by Su Chen, but she also tried her best to cooperate with him in trying on clothes and choosing accessories. Every time she saw the surprise and satisfaction in Su Chen's eyes when he saw her wearing the wedding dress, her heart sank a little more.

The red string between her fingers was entangled and untied by her unconsciously.

The place where three realms meet and order is in chaos - the banks of the Sishui River.

The turbid river water kept rushing along, carrying mud and sand, with rugged rocks and dead old trees on both sides of the river, and the sky was always shrouded in a lead-gray haze.

This is the tacit battlefield of the three realms of immortals, demons and monsters, where the bones of countless creatures are buried.

At this moment, on both sides of the Si River, flags covered the sun and murderous aura rose to the sky.

On the east bank, the coalition forces of immortals and Buddhism.

The remnants of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, led by Qianye Ancient Buddha, had dim Buddha light but were filled with a desperate madness.

Although the Wanfo Sect had experienced an internal turmoil, its foundation was still intact. Due to the timely blockade of the news, other sects were unaware of it. Although the cracks on the surface of the Qianye Ancient Buddha's golden body were covered by secret methods, his aura was still superficial, but it was still possible to prevent others from seeing it.

Luoshui Sect's Shui Yao Zhenren had a solemn expression on his face, and Ling Quezi's eyes were red, as if he wished he could eat the demon opposite alive.

There was a look of worry on the brows of Chu Yinhui from Lingyin Palace. Chu Silian tightly grasped the jade flute, staring at the white figure on the opposite bank with eyes full of resentment.

The monks from other sects, both large and small, gathered together. Although their momentum was strong, they also had a faint sense of uneasiness that was wrapped up in hatred.

West Bank, Demonic Alliance.

The demon army, led by four great demon generals, is lined up in a strict formation. Demonic energy rolls like an ink sea, and the fierce aura soars into the sky.

The leading demon lord Su Chen stood in front of all the demons in a white robe, with his long black hair tied up. The ginkgo mark between his eyebrows looked even more eerie against the backdrop of the demonic aura. His expression was cold and majestic, like a magic needle that stabilizes the sea.

The demon clan, led by the demon king Bai Li, has a relatively loose formation but is full of wild cunning.

Bai Li still had that lazy and evil look on his face, in a dark purple brocade robe with a silver crescent moon mark flashing on it. He looked across at the opposite side with interest, as if he was watching a good show that was about to begin.

"Su Chen! Bai Li!"

The voice of Qianye Ancient Buddha spread across the battlefield with the help of the lion's roar of Buddhism, with hypocrisy and incitement of compassion for the world.

"You have committed perverse acts, colluded with each other to cause trouble, and slaughtered my righteous cultivators. Today is the day for you to be executed! Fellow Taoists, follow me to slay the demons and defend the righteous path!"

"Kill the demons and defend the way!"

Ling Quezi was the first to respond, his voice hoarse and crazy.

The wave of hatred was ignited in an instant, the shouts of the Immortal and Buddha coalition shook the sky, and countless magic weapons and spells lit up, smashing towards the west bank like a rainstorm!

The war is about to break out!

Su Chen's eyes were cold, the magic sword "Duan Chen" in his hand had not yet been unsheathed, but the magic flames around him were already raging.

Bai Li yawned, and the dark blue Nine Netherworld Fire jumped from his fingertips.

However, just when the two torrents were about to collide——

"Wait!"

Bai Li's voice was not loud, but it clearly penetrated the deafening shouts and screams, carrying with it a strange magical power that made the monks charging in the front pause involuntarily.

Bai Li calmly took out a photo stone that was glowing with strange light and flicked his finger.

The photo stone is suspended above the Sishui River, instantly projecting a huge, extremely clear picture!

The scene in the picture was the "Pure Heart Hall" of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect's forbidden area! The compassionate round face of Qianye Ancient Buddha was twisted and hideous at this moment, and he was pressing his skinny palm on the head of a young monk!

The monk's face was filled with pain and despair, and his body shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye. The pure Buddha's energy turned into golden rays of light, which were madly absorbed into Qianye's body!

The indignant roar of the Venerable Jialuo could be heard faintly in the picture: "Qianye! You are killing your fellow disciples!"