Chapter 1952: Solving Futu Yan, Subduing Wan'er, and a

."That's right, the Jun family is powerful, but they can't control everything in the Immortal Realm, let alone in Burial Ground. Besides, the Burial Realm is about to break its seal, and the Jun famil...Apart from Jun Xiaoyao, the other three had solemn expressions.

Thankfully, there are only them here.

Otherwise, if it is passed out and let others know.

This is definitely a groundbreaking event.

The young master of the Yun clan, shrouded in endless brilliance and renowned throughout the boundary sea.

It turned out to be a hidden demon lord's origin inheritor!

This is simply mind-blowing!

Even Wan'er, her mind was blank!

You should know, Jun Xiaoyao is not just the young master of the Yun family.

Still the master of Confucianism

This is practically the sworn enemy of a doomsday cult.

Most importantly, she understood.

She misunderstood everything from beginning to end.

Fu Tu Yan, wasn't a descendant of any demonic lord at all.

He is just a pawn.

"No, this can't be!"

The demonic emperor's origin within him was extracted, and Fu Tu Yan's aura instantly deflated like a punctured ball.

He was already a spoiled son of the Futu Saint Clan before this.

It was only thanks to the power of the Demon Lord's origin that I could barely hold on.

Now, Jun Xiaoyao has taken this power.

It came as a bolt from the blue to him.

Of course, what chilled Fu Tu Yan's heart even more was...

"It turns out, I found the Demon Lord's origin, and it was your doing as well."

Fu Tu's eyes were bloodshot, his teeth gritted together.

"Of course, if it weren't for you, how could you have instigated conflict between the Futu Holy Clan and other Holy Clans"

"The Buddhist Pagoda Clan was wiped out so cleanly, you Buddhist Yan must have played a great part in it."

Jun Xiaoyao's words were simply heart-wrenching.

Let alone Fu Tu Yan himself.

Even Wan'er felt a chill run down her spine.

She was still confused about how the Demon Lord's origin could find a trash like Fu Tu Yan as a host.

Now.

Looking at the thoughtful young man in white before me.

Even Wan'er thought that Jun Xiaoyao was simply the perfect reincarnation of a demonic lord.

Powerful, handsome, noble, unassuming, he has always hidden his identity as the heir to the Demon Lord's legacy.

In comparison, Fu Tu Yan is simply inferior.

Not even qualified to compare.

Working with such people is not too comfortable.

She had even thought before, if she could find a powerful Demon Lord origin inheritor, she would be willing to warm his bed.

And now, seeing Jun Xiaoyao.

Let's not just talk about warming the bed, let's get more daring!

"Damn it, it's you... all of this is your fault..."

The pagoda was so hated that it reached its peak.

Extreme remorse, even washed away his fear.

Jun Xiaoyao shook his head slightly, too lazy to pay attention to the emotions of the chess pieces.

He flicked his wrist, and within the tiny universe he controlled, a wave of laws surged.

Fu Tu Yan, without a doubt, his form transformed into scattered chess pieces, his essence and spirit extinguished.

To resolve the dilemmas of the Buddha, is as easy as brushing off dust.

At this moment, Wan'er spoke with a look of joy.

"Unexpectedly, Young Master Yunxiao turned out to be one of us!"

Upon hearing this, Fan Qing Deng's expression held a hint of caution.

If you are truly free and carefree, then you are hiding very well indeed.

Now, he simply couldn't let himself go.

Even, might do some terrible things to themselves.

After all, Fanqing Deng also knew that the demonic empress's origin within her own body would be incredibly alluring to anyone who inherited the lineage of the Demon Lord.

Jun Xiaoyao's gaze fell on Wan'er, taking her in from head to toe.

Wan'er was tall and slender, with skin as white as condensed milk. Under the black gauze, it was tantalizingly visible and alluring.

In the doomsday cult, she was a renowned witch and beauty, driving countless devotees mad with desire.

However, she is from the Mag Empress lineage and holds a good position, so no one has the qualifications to forcibly claim her.

Before, when she was looked at by Futu Yan's gaze, Wan'er would feel disgust and nausea.

But being gazed at by Jun Xiaoyao in such a way, Wan'er didn't feel the slightest bit of resistance.

Even, being gazed at by such a peerless and perfect man, Wan'er's heart still had a tiny bit of excitement.

Could she really be warming the bed for him

But this tiny spark of joy was immediately extinguished by Jun Xiaoyao's one sentence.

"You must have the wrong person. "

Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly, the space within his grasp tightened slightly, but he didn't release Wan'er.

But, Young Master Yunxiao, you are the owner of the Demon Lord's origin and far more powerful than that Futu Yan.

"You are very likely to be the Demon Lord of the future apocalyptic God Cult!"

"Wan'er's expression changed, and she quickly spoke."

What the heck

Could it be that Jun Xiaoyao is not as black as she imagined

"Jun Xiaoyao languidly said, 'I am the young master of the Yun clan, the lord of Jun Di Ting, the lord of the Xuanhuang universe, and the leader of the Confucian sect.'"

"Do you think I would covet the position of a demon lord in an apocalyptic cult"

Jun Xiaoyao's words left Wan'er speechless.

It seems that way indeed.

But, wouldn't Young Master Yunxiao want to obtain the entirety of the Demon Lord's essence Moreover, the Demon Lord also left a backup plan.

“If you become the Demon Lord, you will have the most powerful power.” Wan’er’s heart was still filled with unwillingness.

"Need I" Jun Xiaoyao asked, his voice laced with confidence.

Wan'er was speechless again.

She wanted to curse.

How did the source of the Demon Lord fall into the hands of a demon who needed it the least

Upon hearing these words, the apprehension in Fan Qing Deng's beautiful eyes gradually subsided.

She also said with a smile: “As expected of the young master of the Yun clan, loyal and courageous, always dedicated to the three teachings and all beings in the realm of the sea.”

Fan Qing Deng really thinks that Jun Xiao Yao has a noble spirit and wasn't tempted by the Demon Lord's power.

But how could she have known that Jun Xiaoyao also intended to use the doomsday cult in his own way.

Although he doesn't necessarily need the power of the Demon Lord.

But Dongfang Ao Yue needs.

"Alright, your name is Wan'er, right Release your sea of consciousness, let me plant a mark, and you'll still have a chance to live."

The Sage lives a life of ease and freedom.

After this pawn of Futou Yan is resolved.

Of course, one needs to find new pawns.

Mo Wuji, the witch, is the perfect new pawn.

She is not only a member of the Demon Queen's lineage but also possesses deep knowledge of the Apocalypse Cult.

It's the perfect layout choice.

Even Jun Xiaoyao needs to rely on Wan'er to gain a deeper understanding of the doomsday cult's structure.

So, he naturally couldn't directly kill Wǎn'ér.

"This..."

Once you open your inner sea and plant a mark, that's basically the rest of your life as a carefree spirit.

No one, regardless of who it is, would want to place their life in someone else's hands.

But does she have a choice

Agree, maybe I can still live.

Disagree, I have to die now.

Perhaps, I have a way, to persuade him, to truly pledge his allegiance to my Church of the Apocalypse.

Suddenly, Wǎn'er had a thought.

Since Fanjun Xiaoyao is also a descendant of the Demon Lord's lineage, she should naturally assist him.

So she didn't hesitate for long, Wan'er directly agreed and opened her Sea of Consciousness.

Jun Xiaoyao also planted a mark as the trend dictated, and then he unfurled the Qiankun within his grasp.

"Master."

Wan'er bowed to Jun Xiaoyao, her curves instantly becoming apparent. Her tone was alluring and captivating.

Jun Xiaoyao remained unmoved. He knew that Wan'er probably still wanted him to turn evil.

He turned his gaze to Fan Qing Deng.

"Unexpectedly, the Buddhist sect is so well-hidden, with a possessor of an unblemished Buddha embryo."

Of course, the young master hadn't expected that the Buddhist nun would actually be the reincarnation of the Demon Queen.

"Young Master Yunxiao, I..."

The faint blue light flickered, as if it wanted to say something but held back.

But, we did share secrets with each other.

"You possess the essence of the Demon Empress, while I have the essence of the Demon Lord."

Jun Xiaoyao stands by the side of Fan Qing's lamp.

< >Fan Qing's expression suddenly changed. < >

Because of the Queen of Demons' origin and the Demon Lord's origin, they are naturally drawn to each other.

The Demon Queen loved the Demon Lord deeply, to the point of committing suicide with him.

So at this moment, Jun Xiaoyao approached, making Fan Qingdeng's heart feel a strange flutter.

The hearts of the Buddha in meditation seemed about to stir with restlessness.

What surprised Fan Qing even more was...

When she suppressed the Demonic Queen's primordial chaos, many phantasmagorias flashed through her mind.

There is one scene in particular.

A peerless demonic figure, hands clasped behind their back, stood tall beneath a blood-red sky.

That kind of aloof, world-conquering aura.

That figure, is the Demon Lord in Mo Hou's memory!ultivation level of this fifteen-year-old Xuan Tian EmperorEveryone felt as if they were in a dream.Are they from the same worldMeditated for fifteen years.Silence is golden, but a brilliant outburst...