Demon respects life, Master, don’t cry, disciple is wrong

"Do you think rebirth can erase your past? The world is deserted and hell is carnival. Come with me, Demon Lord."

The past scenes were replayed in his mind. Bei Yi opened his eyes and watched those people die tragically in his hands. In order to resurrect Xiao Lin, he slaughtered all the people in the world.

Han Ziyu died in his hands like that, no, no, no!

"Hell is empty and the devil is in the world. Why don't the Demon Lord drop everything and come back with me."

Bei Yi closed his eyes, held his head, and sank to the bottom of the lake.

No, he can't go back, Master, Master is still here, Senior Brother is still alive, Han Ziyu hasn't been eliminated yet, he can't go back: "Get out of here."

Bei Yi clenched the Black Iron Sword, and blood filled the lake.

"Death to me!" The Black Iron Sword killed all the evil spirits. Bei Yi crawled out of the lake in embarrassment and lay on the edge of the lake gasping for air. It was impossible for him to return to the underworld.

The black iron sword exuded the smell of blood, which made Bei Yi nauseated. He glanced up at Tian and fainted.

……

The gongs and drums are noisy, and the people are dressed in red.

"Firstly, I worship the aura of heaven and earth, and thank God for the marriage; secondly, I worship the essence of the sun and moon, and thank Yue Lao for holding the red thread; thirdly, I worship heaven and earth as matchmakers, so that we can fly together and make a good match."

Bei Yi gently held his beloved's hand and said softly: "Send him to the bridal chamber."

The bed curtains rise and fall, the wedding candles sway.

"We haven't worshiped as husband and wife yet."

"It's over, I forgot about it." Bei Yi immediately changed his clothes and tidied up Zi Yu's wedding clothes: "Without guests, such a ceremony for you would be impossible."

"It doesn't matter, as long as it's in your heart, the ceremony is for you too."

"One bow, wholeheartedly, sincere love; two bows, consensual consent, the best of both worlds; three bows, three stars, good fortune, three stars shine brightly."

The dream changed.

"Zi Yu, I have been looking for you for two years. Wan Yue Tan actually has a disciple of the last sect named Wan Zi Yu. That Zi Yu is not Zi Yu. He is not you at all. Where have you been?"

The person in front stopped and turned to look at Bei Yi.

Bei Yi approached and held his hand: "Don't run away. You and I have become husband and wife. We have done all the intimate things. It is impossible to reconcile."

"We can't be together."

"What are you talking about? Did an evil spirit enter your body and forget about me? I am your husband. Why are you treating me so coldly?" Bei Yi approached nervously. He never thought that he would see his lover again. .

"Forget it, it's just a joke between us."

"You're lying to me. It's impossible. We've worshiped heaven and earth, we've tied our hair, and entered the bridal chamber. Now you tell me that it's just a coincidence. Do you believe it?"

Bei Yi took his hand and squeezed it tightly: "Zi Yu, I, I know I'm not good, my skills are not strong, I can't protect you, don't leave me, okay, I, I will treat you well. "

"You see clearly, I am Han Ziyu, your uncle, not the lover you say you are."

"Impossible, impossible, you are Ziyu, you are Wan Ziyu, not Han Ziyu, it is impossible, my uncle is ugly and his methods are vicious, no, you cannot be him, you are not him. "

……

Bei Yi woke up from his dream. What the hell was this ridiculous dream? How could he dream of some messy things? It was the same dream in the illusion that day. How could he be married to him and still pursue him? Run, how is it possible?

All that came to Bei Yi's mind was that big day, when the bed curtains were floating and the person underneath him was as soft as water.

Bei Yi slapped himself twice, and now he was relieved. The scene that had imprisoned him for many years appeared in front of his eyes...

Bei Yi slapped him two more times, and then he threw himself into the lake to put out the fire.

The more he thought about it, the more shameful he felt. It was so ridiculous that he actually got married to that person and had a bridal chamber, but when he thought about it carefully, it felt too much.

The extinguished fire suddenly started again, and Bei Yi had no choice but to sink into the water, hold his breath, and suppress those messy thoughts.

After being reborn, he must not touch that person again, not even once. His only good match is Xiao Lin.

Quqing Pan watched this fool from the top of the mountain, and then climbed to the shore again.

Bei Yi went back and forth several times and finally stopped fussing. It was really torturous. No wonder, since his body is still in its youth, it is inevitable that he would be interested in this matter.

Thinking of this, I feel better. It's not that I miss him, it's just my body's natural reaction.

Bei Yi is holding the Black Iron Sword. This sword cannot be touched again for the time being. He finally survives and doesn't go back to the underworld because of this broken sword.

"Qingqing, you stay here first, and I will rescue you after I find a way to break the curse."

"Master, when your cultivation improves, I will also be able to transform. You and I have a blood contract, and your cultivation affects me."

"Are you confused about this spell?"

"Because your spiritual power is low, the spell is useful to me. If you are strong, the spell will have little effect on me."

The spiritual energy of the thousand-year-old sea snake that was expelled from Qingqing merged into Bei Yi's bloodline: "This is the spiritual energy of the Tianlan Sea Sea Serpent. When you form the inner energy, the spiritual energy of these thousand years can be used by you."

"Master, remember to practice well."

Bei Yi threw the Black Iron Sword into the lake and stopped talking to Qing Qing, thinking that his majestic Demon Lord would be doubted by the spirit beast about his strength.

Bei Yi clapped his hands and left the space bag. As soon as he came out, standing in front of him was the "Master" who beat him to death.

"Master, Master." Bei Yi didn't know why, but she was still a little timid when she saw him again. Maybe she was afraid of being whipped by his spiritual whip.

The spirit whip rolled him out of the door. Bei Yi was unable to resist and could only be rolled to the punishment platform at the top of Wangya.

The spiritual weapons on the punishment platform were all made by Han Ziyu himself, which shows how cold and serious Hanguang Immortal Lord is.

Those spiritual weapons were possessed with spiritual power, and when they saw Bei Yi, they howled excitedly and shouted to lock Bei Yi away.

Before Bei Yi could react, he was mercilessly locked on the pillar of the punishment platform, his hands were tied tightly and hung up. Bei Yi stared at the people in the audience: "What's wrong with me?"

"You secretly made a blood contract with the demon clan and adopted it as a spiritual beast. It is a death penalty. The thousand-year sea snake spirit essence should not be absorbed by you and it is a death penalty."

Bei Yi laughed loudly, "Han Ziyu, you are so cold-blooded in the past life. It was you, a cold-blooded and ruthless person, who killed my master. Just wait and see if I don't kill you one day."

The bell rang, and all the disciples gathered at the punishment platform to visit the person being punished. Wangya Dian had just punished Bei Yi half a month ago, and now everyone was surprised to see Bei Yi hanging on the punishment platform.

"Bei Yi, a traitor who fled on his own without permission, can he be considered guilty?"

Han Ziyu held Li Xuan tightly and looked at the weak young man who was hung up on the stage. He became cruel and whipped him away.

The spiritual whip hit Bei Yi squarely on the chest. Instantly, there was a dark red blood mark on the blue uniform, and the spiritual weapon that bound him screamed.

"Blood, blood, see blood, hahaha, hit quickly, draw quickly, blood."

Bei Yi really wants to dismantle this spiritual weapon, it's so annoying, damn it. Another whip hit him, and he stared angrily at Han Ziyu who was torturing him. Everything you did to me today will one day be repaid.

Thousands of disciples under the punishment stage covered their faces and did not dare to look. This spiritual whip was too cruel and this Immortal Lord was too domineering.