The whole cultivation world regards me as a group favorite [Crossing Books]

But why is there still a trace of hesitation deep in my heart?

With such hopelessness, is there anything else to be nostalgic about?

If you want to lose something, even the great power seems insignificant, your limbs and bones are like burning coals, and your internal organs are in pain.

For a long time, he looked down on the world, disdained the world, was in charge of life and death, and never cared about the eyes of others. Only in front of Ye Huaiyao, the self-harm and self-pity deep in his heart never disappeared.

I feel that I can't get it, I don't deserve it, even if I have this feeling like a dream, I am still afraid of Ye Huaiyao's change of heart all the time, so all the sweetness is mixed with a faint fear.

But what is he afraid of?Those fears and fears were never brought by Ye Huaiyao. What he feared was nothing but his own heart.

Why does true love need to repay promises with promises? When loving him has become an instinct, whether there is an echo or whether it is lost, nothing can be shaken at all.

"I don't want to be a demon." Rong Huang blurted out, "Impossible!"

He almost yelled these words, so that the people around who were protecting the magic circle could hear them clearly.

They were guarding the Dharma beside them, they could only feel the oppression brought by the huge power, but they couldn't understand what Rong Hua was thinking, and they were all shocked when they heard such a sentence from him suddenly.

It's no wonder they feel flustered, Rong Huang's current state is too much like a madman, except for Yan Chen and a few people who know him well, in the eyes of other monks, this Beicang Demon Lord is no less dangerous than false god.

Right now, a great opportunity is in front of him, as long as he grasps it a little bit, he will have unlimited power to be driven by him, and no one will have the power to resist at that time.

Will Rong Wang let go of such a temptation?

At this time, Yan Chen had already led some disciples of Xuantianlou to find their way into Chiyuan, where Zhan Yu was handed over to sit in the formation, and the other two chiefs, Han Caiheng and Guan Wanqiong, were also beside them.

Seeing the situation develop to such a point, Guan Wanqiong asked anxiously: "What should we do? Is the Beicang Demon Lord destined to become a Heavenly Demon?"

Han Caiheng still had the idea of ​​luck in his heart, and said: "Didn't he just say 'I don't want to be a demon'? I hope that Bei Cang Demon Lord can stick to his heart for the seventh junior brother and survive this test. He..."

While speaking, the sky was rumbling again. Han Caiheng felt the pressure on his body suddenly drop, and with a sway, he quickly thrust the long sword into the ground. Panting, he couldn't speak the following words.

"not that simple."

Zhan Yu was standing in the front, bearing more pressure than him, and said with difficulty: "It is no longer a matter of allowing delusions and not wanting. Even if he can resist the temptation, the thunder will come soon at this moment, when the time comes The formation is working, if he doesn't become a demon, how will he survive this thunder calamity?"

This matter itself is a paradox, if Rong Huang doesn't do this, Lei Jie will fall into Chiyuan, Ye Huaiyao will never escape, but how can he not become a demon if he attracts Lei Jie?

Now that everything is going on, they can no longer control the process. I'm afraid they can't help themselves, and they can't stop it even if they want to!

Gritting his teeth, Zhan Yu pulled out the sword, and wiped the edge of the sword with his palm without hesitation. Blood stained the blade, and his kung fu increased by [-]%.

Right now, he doesn't know much about Rong Wang's state, and he can't stop or help anything. The only thing he can do is to try his best to withstand the magic circle and share some pressure.

For the rest, let's see God's will.

At this moment, Zhan Yu suddenly understood the meaning of Yan Chen's words.

Seeing him like this, Han Caiheng, Guan Wanqiong and the others followed suit, but at this moment, seeing his appearance, he suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the Tiantu acupoint in the middle of his chest.

Tiantu acupoint is an important acupoint for Qi channels, after Rong Wang pointed down, his body swayed and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The guardian demon general at the back saw his actions, and shouted loudly: "Your Majesty, what are you doing?!"

Rong Huan's face turned pale suddenly, but he didn't answer, and his subordinates pointed to Qihai Dantian again without pausing.

Zhan Yu suddenly came to his senses, and lost his voice: "He wants to disperse his kung fu!"

When he was in Fengshang Temple, Zhan Yu had also clearly seen the process of Rong's arrogance becoming a demon.

At that time, Chu Zhaoguo was destroyed by the Zhou army, and the soldiers there trampled and humiliated Ye Huaiyao in every possible way, which made Rong Wang go crazy and burst into blood.

He took the lives of tens of thousands of Zhou soldiers in an instant, devoured the soul power of these people, and the foundation of all martial arts was born from this.

Because of this, he often felt ashamed that his hands were stained with blood.

But now, in order not to become a heavenly demon, he actually wants to strip this soul power out of his body. This kind of pain is tantamount to cutting bones and heart. Just thinking about it makes people feel shuddering, and it is beyond human endurance.

After Rong Zhuang made a shot, without pausing, he immediately connected several vital points on his body, and countless black shadows gradually scattered around his body, struggling and tearing outwards.

Every time he clicked, Rong Huang's face turned paler, cold sweat kept rolling down his cheeks, and even his teeth were bleeding from biting the pain.

Those who were close could hardly bear to look at it, but Rong Huan's expression was as cold as iron.

The most painful thing he has ever experienced was when he watched Ye Huaiyao being tortured with a cane and was powerless. There is no other pain in the world that can compare to this, and now it is not worth mentioning.

After holding on to the last point, his whole body swayed, he couldn't stand stably, and he half-kneeled on the ground.

Huge soul power escaped from his body, screaming and circling in the magic circle, and in an instant, the sky thunder had struck in front of him.

The huge thunder tribulation seemed to hesitate, hanging above the magic circle without falling.

"At the beginning... I created thousands of killings and turned into a demon... It was a forced and helpless act. This crime was imposed on me, and I have never regretted it."

Rong Huang breathed a sigh of relief, gritted his teeth and said: "Now that the karma is reincarnated, it is also willing to dissipate the soul power..."

The blood slowly slid down the corners of his lips. He stretched out his hand to wipe it off, but showed a usual contemptuous smile: "Everything is up to me, and I never allow others to manipulate it!"

With a wave of his palm, the magic circle around him shattered, and all the souls came out.

It can become a demon for you, and it can also use up your skills for you.

From the beginning to the end, I have always tried my best to do it, and I will never let go.

Nothing can be changed.

With a bang, the thunder stopped, and the surroundings were completely silent.

Rong Hua's face was pale, and he forced himself to stand up, while Zhan Yu stood beside him, involuntarily reaching out to help.

He had no choice but to accept the Beicang Demon Monarch because he wanted to make his senior brother happy. In fact, he always had a grudge in his heart, and felt that Rong Huang was not good enough for Ye Huaiyao, let alone trust him completely.

It wasn't until just now that Zhan Yu had personally experienced such an astonishing temptation of power, and watched Rong Rong's ruthless hands strip off the soul power that had been cultivated for thousands of years from his body. When Zhan Yu looked at this man again, he felt somewhat awe-inspiring.

Rong Wang didn't care what Zhan Yu thought of him, he didn't even care about the severe pain left in his body, and quickly said: "Go to Ye Huaiyao, I have to go find him."

The magic circle had been shattered by him, and those released souls melted into the darkness, but Ye Huaiyao's side had not heard any news, and he couldn't feel at ease.

Qie Luan and other demon generals squeezed over from behind with difficulty, and when they heard Rong Wang's words, they worriedly said: "Your Majesty, please take care of yourself, your subordinates should go!"

Naturally, Rong Wang was worried, shook his head, and was about to say something when he was suddenly taken aback.

Originally, his whole body was in severe pain and his limbs were weak, but at this moment, an inexplicable force suddenly surged all over his body.

This feeling is different from the seductive domineering surge of the Heavenly Demon's power just now, and it is also very different from the cold and sharp soul power on his body before.

Such comfort and harmony, as if nature should belong to oneself.

The body absorbed this force, but there was no discomfort. On the contrary, even the heavy internal injuries were relieved by half, and the skill was returning rapidly.

Seeing Rong Huan suddenly lost his mind, Zhan Yu couldn't help but stop and asked, "Devil Lord, what's wrong?"

"It's...a false god." Rong Huang hesitated, "The false god is dead."

This father never showed any love or protection for him. He only used and was cruel from the beginning to the end.

Until he died, he finally did a good deed, which was to return the other half of Rong Huang's vitality.

A trace of melancholy flitted across my heart, and then it disappeared.

The death of the fake god came suddenly and in time, and the person who did it was Ye Zhiwei.

In Chiyuan, the situation was urgent, Ye Huaiyao saw that there was no room for turning around, so he planned to die with the fake god.

Who would have thought that at the same time as they jumped towards the crack in the ground, Tianlei would suddenly turn around!

Ye Zhiwei's reaction was the fastest at the moment when things changed.

He didn't pay attention to He Duanheng's life and death, and temporarily didn't care about which direction Tianlei was heading for. After realizing that he could move, Ye Zhiwei rushed towards Ye Huaiyao immediately.

Seeing that Ye Huaiyao and the fake god were about to fall, without saying a word, he raised his sword and dropped the fake god's spirit body through his heart and nailed it to the nearby cliff.

Ironically, the sword in Ye Zhiwei's hand was still a false god's weapon, and the blade was stained with the blood that had just been stabbed on Ye Huaiyao's body.

The false god currently has no entity, and if it were an ordinary weapon, it would have been impossible to hurt him like this.

When the momentum of their fall was stopped, Ye Zhiwei held the sword tightly, bent down and stretched out his hand as hard as he could, and shouted at Ye Huaiyao: "Brother, give me your hand!"

When he said these words, his eyes became hot, and he was always calm and self-possessed, but at this moment, there was a cry in his words.

Ye Huaiyao had a hole in his ribs, and he was weak in the first place, but now he was hung up and down.

He could barely hold onto the false god's fingers, and he was about to let go, when the Taoist seal on his wrist suddenly burned, and a silver-white light floated from it.

"Ye Huaiyao!"

——As if someone called him like that.

Ye Huaiyao was startled, suddenly sober, and barely raised his hand, still slightly different from Ye Zhi.

The Fuhong sword clanked anxiously in its sheath, and suddenly jumped down from Ye Huaiyao's waist, and firmly supported his feet.

Ye Zhiwei and Ye Huaiyao held hands together.

At that moment, time and space overlapped, memories went back, and the ruined city in the year when the country was broken was in front of my eyes. When the two brothers looked at each other, they seemed to see the embarrassed and weak self.

The separation and pain in the middle seem to be involved in the mist of time at this moment, and disappear like falling flowers and water.

Ye Zhiwei tightly held Ye Huaiyao's hand, exerted strength upwards, then supported his waist, pulled Ye Huaiyao up, and hugged him.

"Micro..."

Ye Huaiyao pressed his shoulder: "Have you seen Rong Wang?"

Ye Zhi was slightly taken aback: "Rong Wang? Is he here?"

In desperation, Ye Huaiyao choked on the blood foam stuck in his throat, coughed violently, and said, "The thunder just now... cough cough... must have been lured away by Rong Wang..."

At this time, it is impossible to care about the little sourness in his heart anymore, Ye Zhi patted his back slightly, and quickly said: "I see, I will find a way to help you find him, don't worry , be careful of the wound."

As soon as the two of them said this, the crack behind them exploded and collapsed outward. Ye Zhiwei quickly protected Ye Huaiyao and rolled on the spot, avoiding urgently.

He Zhanyang also wanted to come over, but at this time he was shocked to see that the whole space seemed to be collapsing, so he quickly appeared in his original body and supported the surroundings with a huge dragon shape.

He Zhanyang yelled at Ye Zhiwei: "Hey, this brother, please take my senior brother and go quickly! I will soon be unable to hold on—"

Ye Zhiwei helped Ye Huaiyao up, and said loudly, "What about you?"

He Zhanyang was sweating profusely, gritted his teeth and said: "You, you send my brother up, and then bring someone... come back and save me..."

Ye Huaiyao suddenly said: "Zhan Yang, people are coming!"

He Zhanyang almost lost the strength to raise his head. He tried his best to look up, only to see a flash of color above the nine heavens, and a huge sword shadow cut through the cold night and sky, and slammed down!

The ground shook violently, the sky was full of smoke and dust, and the heat wave was scorching. A long sword several feet high was firmly inserted into the hard rock, like a giant pillar of the sky.

The person who came was Yan Chen, who stood high among the clouds and mist that surrounded the tip of the Guxue Sword, supporting the crumbling world.

He Zhanyang breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly turned into a human form, almost collapsed on the ground, and was immediately supported by other brothers who came in time.

All the people are here, but there is no room for arrogance.

Ye Huaiyao couldn't care less about the surprise of the rest of his life after the catastrophe, so he grabbed a disciple who hurried over to check his situation, and asked, "Where's Beicang Demon Lord?"

Ye Zhiwei was supporting him, but suddenly let go of his hand.

The disciple who was held back by Ye Huaiyao looked surprised and hesitated to speak.

Then I heard that familiar voice with unique tenderness, and said in harmony: "Don't worry, I'm here."

Ye Huaiyao turned around, staggered a little because of his serious injury and anxiety, but was held firmly by Rong Wang's shoulders.

Rong Huang's complexion is not very good, his face is pale like a serious illness, but his eyes are as bright as stars, there is a smile on his lips, and there is distress in his eyes.

When he became a demon at the age of 13, he once thought how happy he would be if he could not let go, if he could walk side by side.

But there is always too much helplessness in this world.

After thousands of years of turbulence in the world of mortals, after they parted ways, they reunited separately in the glory of the trough of life, experiencing bitterness and sweetness one by one, but the innocent dream of their youth has never changed.

Stumbling along, waiting hopelessly and longingly, one day I suddenly looked back, only to see that in the dreamland, flowers had already bloomed.