Chapter 1935

Except for Jun Xiaoyao, the other three all had stagnant expressions.

Fortunately, only they were here.

Otherwise, if it spread and others knew.

This would definitely be a subversive major event.

This Young Master of the Yun Clan, who is shrouded in endless brilliance and famous in the Boundary Sea.

Is actually a hidden successor to the Demon Lord's origin!

This simply subverts people's imagination!

Even Wan'er had a blank mind!

You know, Jun Xiaoyao is not just the Young Master of the Yun Clan.

He is also the leader of the Confucian Sect.

This is almost an existence that is the mortal enemy of the Doomsday God Sect.

And such a mortal enemy is actually one of their own!

More importantly, she understood.

From beginning to end, she had misunderstood.

Futu Yan was not a successor to the Demon Lord at all.

He was just a chess piece.

"No, this is impossible!"

Futu Yan roared, almost going crazy.

The Demon Lord's origin within his body was extracted, and Futu Yan's aura immediately withered like a deflated ball.

He was originally a playboy of the Futu Saint Clan.

Relying entirely on the Demon Lord's origin to barely stand up.

Now Jun Xiaoyao has taken away this power.

To him, it is no different from a bolt from the blue.

Of course, what made Futu Yan feel even colder in his heart was.

"So, me picking up the Demon Lord's origin was also intentional by you."

Futu Yan's eyes were red, his teeth biting until they shattered.

"Of course, if it weren't for you, how could you provoke the conflict between the Futu Saint Clan and other Saint Clans."

"The Futu Saint Clan could be wiped out so cleanly, you Futu Yan have made a great contribution."

Jun Xiaoyao's words were simply killing and heart-piercing.

Let alone Futu Yan himself.

Even Wan'er felt a chill rising in her heart.

She was confused before, how the Demon Lord's origin could find this piece of trash Futu Yan as a host.

Now.

Looking at this deep-thinking white-clad young master in front of her.

Wan'er actually felt that Jun Xiaoyao was simply the perfect successor to the Demon Lord.

Powerful, handsome, noble status, deep and unrevealing, always hiding his identity as the Demon Lord's successor.

By comparison, Futu Yan was simply not as good as scum.

Not even qualified for comparison.

Cooperating with such a person, it couldn't be more comfortable.

She had thought before that if she could find a powerful successor to the Demon Lord's origin, she would be willing to warm his bed.

And now, seeing Jun Xiaoyao.

Let alone warming the bed, being even bolder would be fine!

"Damn it, it was you, it was all you..."

Futu Yan hated to the extreme.

Extreme regret even dissipated his fear.

Jun Xiaoyao shook his head indifferently, too lazy to care about the chess piece's emotions.

He flicked his hand, and within the Square Inch Universe, a wave of laws surged.

Futu Yan, without a doubt, his figure turned into scattered chess pieces, body and spirit destroyed.

Solving Futu Yan casually, like dusting off dust.

At this moment, Wan'er spoke with joy.

"I didn't expect Young Master Yunxiao to be one of our own!"

Hearing this, Fan Qingdeng's expression carried a trace of wariness.

If Jun Xiaoyao really hid so deeply.

Then now, it was impossible for him to let her go.

Even, he might do some terrible things to her.

After all, Fan Qingdeng also knew what kind of huge attraction the Demon Queen's origin within her body had to the successor of the Demon Lord's origin.

Jun Xiaoyao's gaze looked at Wan'er, looking her up and down.

Wan'er had a tall figure, a skin as milky white as fat, appearing and disappearing under the cover of black gauze, even seductive.

In the Doomsday God Sect, she is a famous demoness and stunner, and many sect members yearn for her.

It's just that she has a good status in the Demon Queen's lineage, so no one is qualified to forcibly possess her.

Before, being scanned by Futu Yan's gaze, Wan'er would feel disgusted and nauseated.

But being stared at by Jun Xiaoyao like this, Wan'er actually couldn't raise a trace of resentment.

Even, being stared at by such a peerless and perfect man, Wan'er had a little excitement in her heart.

Could it be that she really has to warm the bed?

But this little excitement was immediately wiped out by Jun Xiaoyao's words.

"One of our own? The young lady is afraid she misunderstood."

Jun Xiaoyao smiled indifferently, the Square Inch Universe slowly tightened, and he did not let Wan'er out.

"But, Young Master Yunxiao, you are the owner of the Demon Lord's origin, and you are countless times stronger than that Futu Yan."

"You are very likely the Demon Lord who will unify the Doomsday God Sect in the future!"

Wan'er changed color and hurriedly spoke.

What the hell?

Could it be that Jun Xiaoyao is not black as she thought?

Jun Xiaoyao said indifferently: "I am the Young Master of the Yun Clan, the Lord of the Jun Emperor Court, the Lord of the Xuanhuang Universe, and the leader of the Confucian Sect."

"Do you think I would covet the position of the Demon Lord of the Doomsday God Sect?"

Jun Xiaoyao's words left Wan'er speechless.

Looking at it this way, it seems that is indeed the case.

"But, doesn't Young Master Yunxiao want to obtain all the Demon Lord's origin? And the Demon Lord also left behind a backup plan."

"If you become the Demon Lord, you will be able to obtain the most powerful strength," Wan'er said, still unwilling in her heart.

"With my talent, do I need it?" Jun Xiaoyao said.

Wan'er was speechless again.

She wanted to curse.

How did the Demon Lord's origin fall into the hands of the most monstrous person who least needed the Demon Lord's origin.

Hearing these words, the wariness in Fan Qingdeng's beautiful eyes gradually faded.

She also opened her lips and said: "As expected of the Young Master of the Yun Clan, loyal and righteous, always heart-oriented toward the Three Teachings and the living beings of the Boundary Sea."

Fan Qingdeng truly felt that Jun Xiaoyao had great character and was not tempted by the Demon Lord's power.

But how could she have thought that Jun Xiaoyao also wanted to use the Doomsday God Sect in his heart.

Although he did not need the Demon Lord's power very much.

But Dongfang Aoyue needed it.

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

Jun Xiaoyao said.

After the chess piece Futu Yan was solved.

Naturally, he had to find a new chess piece.

Demoness Wan'er is the most suitable new chess piece.

She is not only a person of the Demon Queen's lineage but also knows the Doomsday God Sect very well.

Simply the best candidate for layout.

Jun Xiaoyao also wanted to use Wan'er to understand the layout of the Doomsday God Sect more deeply.

Therefore, he naturally could not kill Wan'er directly.

"This..."

Wan'er bit her lip.

Opening the sea of consciousness and planting a mark basically means this life belongs to Jun Xiaoyao.

Whoever it is, they are not willing to have their life controlled by others.

But the problem is, does she have a choice?

Agree, maybe she can live.

Disagree, she has to die now.

"Perhaps, I have a way to persuade him to really turn to my Doomsday God Sect."

Wan'er suddenly thought in her heart.

Anyway, Jun Xiaoyao is also a successor to the Demon Lord's origin, so she should have assisted him in the first place.

So without hesitating for long, Wan'er agreed directly and opened her sea of consciousness.

Jun Xiaoyao also took the opportunity to plant the mark and then unlocked the Square Inch Universe.

"Master."

Wan'er bowed to Jun Xiaoyao, and immediately her curves appeared, her tone seductive and teasing.

Jun Xiaoyao was unmoved; he knew that Wan'er probably still wanted him to turn black.

He turned to look at Fan Qingdeng.

"I didn't expect the Buddhist Sect to be so deep and unrevealing, and there is also an owner of the Leakless Buddha Fetus."

"Of course, this young master did not expect that the Buddhist woman is actually the reincarnation of the Demon Queen."

"Young Master Yunxiao, I..."

Fan Qingdeng stopped talking.

"However, we can be considered to have exchanged each other's secrets."

"You possess the Demon Queen's origin, and I possess the Demon Lord's origin."

Jun Xiaoyao landed beside Fan Qingdeng.

Fan Qingdeng's expression immediately had a strangeness.

Because the Demon Queen's origin and the Demon Lord's origin are naturally attracted to each other.

The Demon Queen loves the Demon Lord to the bone, otherwise she would not have died for love.

So at this moment, Jun Xiaoyao's approach made Fan Qingdeng feel strange.

Her meditative Buddhist heart seemed unable to help but become restless.

And what made Fan Qingdeng's eyes show even more strangeness was.

Once, when she suppressed the restlessness of the Demon Queen's origin, many illusions appeared in her mind.

Among them was a scene.

A peerless demonic shadow, standing with hands behind his back, standing under the blood-colored sky.

That kind of temperament of looking down on everything and looking down on the world.

It is not exactly the same as Jun Xiaoyao in front of her, but it is extremely similar.

That figure is the Demon Lord in the Demon Queen's memory!