Is the target of the strategy darkened? Then die again

She knew clearly that he was tempting him in order to use his body to leave Feng Mo Ya.

But when he heard the old ghost's words, Qin Yi'ao was still inevitably shaken.

The master belongs to him alone.

There is no responsibility between good and evil, no secular ethics, only he and the master stay together...

As if he could see such a scene, Qin Yi'ai stopped committing suicide.

The old ghost was ecstatic, and he used his voice to imitate the voice he saw in Qin Yi's memory, and said seductively: "Think about it, your master is the most powerful Mingxiao Immortal in the righteous way today. If you can't If you match his strength, how can you walk side by side with him?"

The old ghost has a good idea.

But what he should never do is deliberately let his voice sound similar to Qin Yili's.

Even if he has undue thoughts about his master, Qin Yinai will never allow anyone in this world to tarnish his reputation, let alone an old ghost with ulterior motives.

He immediately held his hand between his throat, and with just a little force, his thumb could dig deep into the artery.

Qin Yimai, who did this, had an elegant and indifferent look on his face: "What is your purpose of occupying my body?"

He had practiced phantom magic before he fell into the realm of demon sealing. As long as a person whose mind is in turmoil is caught by this technique, he will be controlled by him and will never wake up again.

The old ghost didn't expect that Qin Yi'ao could break through the phantom on his own, and instead threatened him.

He had waited for so many years for a body that could accommodate him. He had a hunch that if he missed this time, he would never be able to get up there again until his soul disappeared.

For this reason, the old ghost had to swallow his anger and said: "I want to seek revenge!"

"You have been in Feng Mo Ya for hundreds of years at least. Your enemies should have been dead long ago." Qin Yi'ao said without mercy.

"So what? They are dead, but their descendants and disciples are still alive. It will be the same if I seek revenge on them!" The old ghost's sinister voice was filled with endless hatred.

"Which sect does your enemy belong to?"

"Linghemen."

Qin Yi'ai frowned slightly. He had only been in the world of cultivation for more than ten years and had never heard of this sect. He just thought it was a small sect: "You want to kill them?"

The old ghost laughed: "What? You want to ask the ancestor to spare their lives? Do you think you are still the righteous hero? Your demonic body was activated from the moment you swallowed the ancestor. Whether you are willing or not, You are now a demon cultivator."

Undeterred by his words, Qin Yi'ao pursued the answer persistently: "Do you want to kill them?"

"So what?"

"it is good!"

Qin Yi'ao opened his mouth and said: "I promise not to kill myself again, but I have a condition. You must lend me all your power. You are not allowed to come out of my body while I am alive, and you are not allowed to forcibly interfere with my body." Decide that after I die, this body will be yours."

This is obviously a contract that is not good for him.

But the old ghost has no choice.

"it is good."

Qin Yi'ao did not believe him easily, but made a heavenly contract with him. If he violated the oath, he would be punished and destroyed.

but--

Qin Yi'ao clutched his heart tightly, and the pain inside seemed to be cutting off his flesh piece by piece, and then healing at a slow speed. Even a person who has practiced for many years can endure this kind of pain for ten days and a half, but cannot endure it for several months. as long as.

And he endured it for twenty years.

It was he who underestimated the old ghost.

He did not violate the oath of heaven and occupy his body, but the corrosive nature of the old ghost caused him to suffer inhuman pain all the time.

As his cultivation level increased, the old ghost's torture and control over him became more intense.

Only by staying by his master's side could he get a moment of peace.

but……

The master left.

Thinking of this, Qin Yiai felt that his soul had been broken open by the old ghost. For a moment, Qin Yiai wanted to give up resistance.

Does it mean that as long as he gives up this body, he will no longer have to endure the pain of lovesickness? No need to be hurt by Master's cold eyes anymore? Yes or no……

In exchange for Master's mercy?

Such a humble thought made Qin Yiai couldn't help laughing.

No wonder Song Yuecheng always said that he was still the beggar picked up by his master. Even though he became a righteous young hero that everyone respected, he never grew up.

They only think that they can be happy by taking charity from others.

The old ghost who was invading his soul noticed the obstacle, and he smiled weirdly: "How long do you think you can resist me? For up to five years, your body will be mine!"

"Shut up!"

The soul was the safest place. Qin Yi'ai drove the old ghost away effortlessly. Then he walked to the ice bed and lay down on the spot where Qin Yili had been lying.

She turned slightly to the side, as if she could feel that he was still beside her.

The old ghost kept chattering in his ear: "You did such an inhumane thing to him. Different from your darkness and obscurity, I think your master is a truly righteous person. It is absolutely impossible for him to have a relationship with you." The outcome will be good, instead of you falling into his hands and being beaten to death, why not give your body to me?"

Qin Yi'ao didn't pay attention to the old ghost, but sketched Qin Yili's figure in his heart.

He knew clearly that his master, Jiyue Fenghua, should be hanging high on a divine throne and not be involved in earthly love and affection, but he insisted on forcing this relationship.

Five years...

How could you give up!

He survived from the Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts and climbed up from Feng Mo Ya, just to stay with his master for a long time.

He wanted to hold the moon hanging high in the sky in his hands.

Never be just a stream of light passing by him.

……

Mingzong.

Things went as Yun Zheng expected.

Both the good and the evil are discussing a few things about Mingxiao Immortal Lord and Demon Lord.

Some people seeking pleasure even exaggerated the events of that day and made them into stories, which were widely circulated by storytellers.

"Everyone knows Mingxiao Immortal Lord, right? Such a person who is so reviled as an immortal would actually go to the mortal world alone and carry a little beggar back to Mingzong, and even threaten to accept him as his disciple."

"Who would have thought that this little beggar would be so talented that he would become the leader of the righteous young people in just a dozen years. I thought he could succeed Mingxiao Immortal Lord and become the next leader of the righteous path. Who knew..."

The storyteller deliberately left the words at the end, causing everyone who was listening to the story to smash some spirit stones in dissatisfaction. Then he happily put away the spirit stones and said strangely in an ups and downs tone: "I actually raised a little lover. This white boy During the day, Master is my good disciple, and when I close the cave at night, I am Master’s good disciple~"

Although the title was still the same, his tone in the second half was extremely vivid, and he deliberately raised his voice high, for fear that people would not understand the connotation.

Some people were so happy that they not only smashed the spiritual stones, but also threw elixirs and charms on them.

Not dissatisfied with the excitement, he said: "What you said is not accurate. Maybe Mingxiao Immortal Lord was suppressed by his disciple."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Everyone burst into laughter.

"Bam—"

The table in front of the storyteller was split in two.

The person who jumped out of the private room on the second floor had an extraordinary appearance, and his handsome face was full of anger: "What are you talking about? Mingxiao Immortal Lord is also worthy of your criticism?!"