He licked his lips and his figure gradually faded away.
…
Inside the cave, the candlelight flickered, illuminating two overlapping figures.
Shen Lang pressed Wang Jing down on the bed, breathing heavily, his fingers eagerly tearing open her clothes.
His lips moved down from her neck with predatory desire.
"Junior Sister Jing," he said in a hoarse voice, his eyes full of greed, "your pure Yin power belongs to me today."
Wang Jing tilted her snow-white neck, slightly opened her red lips, and let out a soft hum that sounded like pain and pleasure.
Her fingers were inserted into his hair, seemingly in response, but in fact, a wisp of dark demonic energy had quietly condensed at her fingertips.
With his clothes taken off, Shen Lang couldn't wait to go further, but the moment he touched her, his pupils suddenly contracted.
"wrong!"
He suddenly propped himself up, his face as gloomy as water.
"Where's your pure Yin power?!"
Wang Jing lay on the bed with her long hair disheveled, but her eyes were no longer as gentle as before, instead revealing a hint of strange mockery.
"Does it mean that without the pure Yin power, Senior Brother will no longer love me?"
As soon as these words came out, Shen Lang's eyes widened. He grabbed Wang Jing's neck and questioned angrily.
"Bitch! Who did you give the pure Yin power to?!"
Wang Jing was strangled to the point of having difficulty breathing, but a strange smile slowly appeared at the corner of her mouth.
"Don't worry, brother. Soon... you will know."
Before she finished speaking, a terrifying devouring force suddenly erupted from her body!
boom--
The dark evil energy surged out of her body like a tide, instantly wrapping around Shen Lang's limbs and bones!
"What?!"
Shen Lang was shocked and wanted to withdraw, but it was too late. The divine power in his body was like a drop in the ocean and was devoured by madness.
"What kind of technique is this?!"
Wang Jing wrapped her plump and beautiful legs around Shen Lang's waist, her fingertips gently stroked Shen Lang's cheek, and a dark light flashed in her eyes.
"Brother, you are late. The Pure Yin Power has already been taken away by someone else."
She leaned close to his ear and opened her red lips.
"When I have devoured everything you have, I will take your power with me to meet him."
Feeling the loss of strength in his body, Shen Lang roared, and golden light around him surged, and the pressure of the Divine Emperor realm burst out.
"How dare you plot against me!"
He raised his hand and was about to slap Wang Jing's head, but at that moment, something strange happened.
The divine power in his body seemed to be running wildly out of control, causing his face to turn red and almost leading him to go insane.
Shen Lang froze and lowered his head in disbelief.
"What did you do to me?!"
"The Heart Devouring Demon Seed has already been planted in your body."
Wang Jing stopped pretending and slowly began to explain.
"Do you think the kiss just now was just a kiss?"
Shen Lang stared at Wang Jing, his eyes full of unwillingness and fear.
"Junior sister, you, you are possessed by a demon?!"
Wang Jing tilted her head, her smile as sweet as ever.
"Not only am I possessed by the devil, I'm also the cauldron of the Heart Devouring Demon Lord."
Shen Lang's muscles began to atrophy, and the flesh and blood under his skin surged like boiling water, being devoured inch by inch by the evil spirit.
His chest shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his ribs protruded, as if all the essence had been drained away.
Wang Jing licked the corner of his lips, feeling the powerful energy and blood flowing into his body.
The body of the God Emperor that Shen Lang had cultivated for many years was now transforming into the purest nutrients, nourishing her magic power.
"Senior brother's blood is really delicious."
She chuckled and hooked her fingertips lightly.
Shen Lang's right arm suddenly exploded, and before the blood and flesh could splatter, it was wrapped in demonic energy and turned into a wisp of scarlet mist, which was inhaled by Wang Jing.
His bones made a sound as they could not bear the weight, breaking into pieces one by one, until not even a scrap of them was left.
Chen Lang tried to resist the erosion of the evil spirit, but the evil spirit had already wrapped around him, tightening like a poisonous snake.
"No!"
Chen Lang's eyes were red with anger. This was all the work he had cultivated throughout his life, but now it was all being used to make someone else's wedding dress.
He never imagined that while he wanted Wang Jing's pure Yin power, the other party wanted his life.
Wang Jing's eyes shone with darkness, and she opened her red lips slightly: "Bite!"
The vast divine power poured out like a flood, and was instantly swallowed up by the demonic energy.
Wang Jing's cultivation level continued to rise, and the bottleneck was about to be broken, and he directly stepped into the late stage of the God Lord.
Shen Lang's body began to collapse, his skin peeling off inch by inch, revealing the muscles underneath that were corroded by the demonic energy and riddled with holes.
His eye sockets were sunken and his eyeballs were shriveled, but he still stared at Wang Jing and roared in his throat.
Wang Jing gently stroked his cheek and suddenly grabbed it with her five fingers.
"Don't be impatient, brother. The most exciting part has just begun."
"ah--"
Shen Lang's soul was forcibly pulled out of his body. It was a smaller version of Shen Lang, golden all over, but entangled by countless black threads, unable to struggle.
Wang Jing opened her mouth and inhaled, and Shen Lang's soul let out a shrill scream, which was stretched out little by little, and finally turned into a golden light and sank into her mouth.
boom!
In the sea of consciousness, Shen Lang's soul resisted frantically, but was defeated under the suppression of the demon.
His memories, perceptions, and even emotions were stripped away and refined one by one by the demonic energy.
When the last wisp of soul was devoured, Wang Jing's whole body trembled, and fragments of Shen Lang's lifelong memories flashed in his eyes.
The secret techniques of Taiqing Palace, Chen Lang's hidden trump card, and even the lingering feelings for her in his heart.
"That's ridiculous."
Wang Jing sneered and crushed the useless emotions.
Inside the cave, there was only a shriveled skin bag left, which turned into ashes with the slightest touch.
Wang Jing slowly stood up, demonic energy surging around him.
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