All Immortal Sect Forced Me to Change Dao Couple[Transmigration Book]

The young man was ill for a long time and his body was light, so it was effortless for Jing Zhou. With his back on his back, he walked around the corridor of bones filled with oil lanterns.

This bone-strewn prison cell is ingeniously and exquisitely repaired, and almost every bone is carved with decorations. Jing Zhou paid attention to it for a moment, and said with emotion: "The carvings on this bone must be the incantations of their Blood Ballad Palace. I didn't expect to bury it. The illusion restored by Quan is quite detailed."

The young man said calmly behind him: "Curse? I don't think so, maybe Qi Jue is too boring in his daily life, so he can only scribble on his bones."

Jing Zhou: "Lord of the Ghost Domain, how can you be bored?"

"The master of the ghost domain also has emotions and desires, right? Why isn't it boring?"

"I only have two apprentices who are exhausted. There are tens of thousands of ghosts under the ghost master's sect. Are they too busy to deal with daily affairs?"

The young man smiled lightly: "That's because you are poor, and the ghost master is not poor."

The poor are busy making money, can they not be tired?

Jing Zhou: "... also."

After a pause, he thought of something again, "You're right, the ghost master is just like a disgraced concubine who has been grounded in the cold palace."

The boy raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

Jing Zhou smiled: "I can't sleep every day, and I have carved the human bone wall of the Blood Ballad Palace all over again. Isn't it an act of resentment?"

The boy also laughed: "It's quite similar."

Jing Zhou: "Hey, being sealed here for so many years is really crazy."

Boy: "Brother Zhou, do you feel sorry for the ghost master? Why don't you open a hole in the barrier after returning to Xuanji Mountain and let him out?"

Jing Zhou: "Forget it, you're just walking the dog."

Hearing the word "walking the dog", the boy's smile froze and his expression became a little complicated.

He buried his face on Jing Zhou's shoulder, so Jing Zhou naturally had no chance to see him.

Thousands of pairs of eyes stared at the two of them inside the cell door, guarded and fearful, with a faint cold light.

Jing Zhou shuddered: "What happened to them, they were locked up here without seeing the light of day."

"I can't see the sun? There is no day and night in the ghost domain to change the four seasons, and it doesn't matter where you are locked."

Jing Zhou oh, oh, lamented that this little bastard has profound knowledge, and he is far inferior to him.

The young man continued: "I guess it offended the ghost master, so he was thrown into a bone prison to be raised, and it can be disposed of after it is cleaned up."

"Dispose of it?" Jing Zhou was puzzled.

"Well, feed it to the beast Zhu Yan."

Jing Zhou thought about the picture of Zhu Yan swallowing a hundred ghosts, inexplicably found it interesting, shook his head and said with a smile: "You know it quite well."

The boy's voice was flat: "Don't believe me, I'm talking nonsense."

Jing Zhou: "..."

"I've said it all, if brother Zhou is curious, you can ask Qi Jue if you have a chance."

"..."

The two teased in a low voice, Jing Zhou walked through the seemingly endless door of human bones under the guidance of the other party, and bypassed the bright human oil lamps. Their shadows overlapped and were stretched very long , Jing Zhou had the illusion that he was carrying his daughter-in-law on his back as he crossed the road to the Underworld, as if as he walked, the two of them would turn into lonely ghosts, entangled forever in the endless hell.

He suddenly felt that this was more lingering than the red firecrackers all over the ground at the registration ceremony.

After all, death is a deeper and longer existence than life.

"What is Brother Zhou thinking?"

"Think, are you pointing the way indiscriminately, and you are going farther and farther."

"It's okay, anyway, I'm not tired if you carry me on your back."

"Aren't you afraid that if I get tired from walking, I'll leave you and run?"

"Oh, brother Zhou, let me have a look?"

Jing Zhou laughed, this little bastard vividly explained what it means to be confident.

Just as he was about to tease him back, a door painted red appeared in front of him, and the young man said firmly behind him: "It should be here."

Jing Zhou hesitated for a moment, pushed open the door, and his vision suddenly opened up, that is, the moment he pushed the door, the cloud broke through the moon, and the pale and bright moonlight fell on the dark hall, illuminating the coffin in the center of the hall.

And the long and winding corridor behind them also disappeared into the void, and the other side of the red gate was a cliff of void.

Jing Zhou's breath stagnated, and he felt that this situation and this scene were a little familiar. He seemed to have seen it before, but the memory was separated by a layer of frosted glass, so he couldn't see clearly or touch it. The vague sense of familiarity quickly faded with the passage of time. In the end, only There is no trace of the illusion left.

At this moment, the coffin illuminated by the moonlight made a thumping sound, and the person lying in the coffin was beating on the coffin.

"In the coffin..."

"Go and see?"

"Ah."

At this moment the boy jumped off Jing Zhou's back: "I'll do it."

"No, it's too dangerous, you stand behind me."

The boy took his hand, then let go immediately: "Don't worry, I'm sure."

As he spoke, the young man ignored Jing Zhou's objection and walked towards the thumping coffin. Jing Zhou wanted to stop him, but was afraid of making him unhappy, so he silently opened the spiritual barrier and set up an airtight barrier on the young man. protection barrier.He himself was half a step away, following behind the other party.

But for a moment, the originally bright moon disappeared into the clouds again, and the surroundings were plunged into darkness. There was only a loud bang, the wooden coffin burst, and a dazzling light burst from the coffin. Jing Zhou subconsciously squinted his eyes slightly. At the same time, Chang Ji unsheathed it, blocking the young man from the sword intent that pierced through the air.

Immediately, the sky filled with sword light exploded, and the sword intents of Chang Ji and Bui Quan spread in the dots where they hit each other, and the turbulent true energy swept the surroundings, and the imitated scene of the illusion swayed like water waves, in the light of the sword and the moonlight. Like a monster with teeth and claws.

Jing Zhou poured all his spiritual energy into the Long Silence and struck at each other. The buried spring that came out of the broken coffin was pressed into an arc shape. When it was almost pressed to the limit, the buried spring bounced back and hit each other flexibly. Jing Zhou was crushed by the lingering sword. Yi Zhenkai retreated two steps in a row, the stone steps where he landed shattered and collapsed, at the same time he bowed his body and spit out a mouthful of blood in the air.

In this illusion of the buried spring, his strength was greatly reduced, the blood dripped into the dust, and the buried spring struck again in the air!

Seeing the fierce sword approaching, Jing Zhou's anger soared, and the long silence swept away immediately, killing intent was everywhere, the boulder cracked, and the rumbling sound resounded through the illusion.

The young man who was watching the battle with his hands up raised his hands to cover his ears, and said softly, "It's so noisy."

When Jing Zhou resisted the buried spring with all his strength, he continued to walk towards the coffin, pushed away the broken coffin boards, and looked into the dark interior of the coffin.

The moon broke through the clouds again, and the clear light burst out, illuminating the scene in the coffin clearly.

The young man stood with his hands behind his back, and when he saw the mask of the man in red in the coffin, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

interesting.

But at this moment, there was a loud noise from behind, and Jing Zhou succeeded with his sword. The buried spring sword burning with blue flames was shattered in the air, turning into bright and flickering streamers and scattered in all directions. Jing Zhou held the sword Blood was already oozing from the tiger's mouth, and he looked into the boy's eyes under the moonlight, and heaved a sigh of relief: "What is in the coffin?"

The young man was about to speak, when his eyes froze suddenly: "Brother Zhou, be careful—!"

Before he finished speaking, the buried spring that was shattered into flowing light once again condensed into sword intent, piercing straight from behind Jing Zhou, piercing his tailbone to the lower abdomen obliquely!

Jing Zhou's expression changed suddenly, and he let out a very low, very low whimper from his throat. He staggered a step forward, and the moment he fell to the ground, he fell into a soft and cold embrace.

The boy caught him.

The buried spring turned into shattered light again, dissipating from his body, but the pierced hole could not be healed, and the bright red blood flowed continuously. The young man supported him by his shoulders, and pressed the bloody hole in his abdomen in a panic. .

I don't know if it's because of the pale moonlight, but Jing Zhou, who was so painful that his consciousness was erratic, felt that Yu Ci, who was usually calm, seemed a little panicked at this moment.

So he smiled: "Don't be afraid...you can't die."

And he cursed in his heart, this is the legendary, make up knife.

Boy: "..." He opened Jing Zhou's storage ring, looking for medicine to stop bleeding.

Jing Zhou hissed: "I'm afraid that this knife will hurt my waist."

"Is your waist feeling better?" The young man smiled wryly. After all, he found a golden sore medicine to apply for him.

Jing Zhou took the opportunity to spread his whole body on the boy, and said in a hoarse voice, "It hurts."

"..." The corner of the boy's lips curled up slightly, "In the future, you will feel pain if there are some."

"what?"

"fine."

"Xi'er, help me to the coffin to see what's inside."

The young man's hand stopped, and before he could speak, there was a roar from the ground, and the blood ballad palace built by the illusion collapsed instantly, and the two of them fell rapidly together with the rubble!

Jing Zhou was caught off guard by the sense of weightlessness, and grabbed the boy, ignoring the severe pain in his waist and abdomen, and hugged him in his arms to protect him!

There was only a bang, and the two fell into the pool of blood, causing violent red splashes.

Jing Zhou’s mind kept on thinking, this fantasy dungeon is too difficult, not to mention the twists and turns, and he will be choked with blood from a knife, even though he complains, he still holds the boy tightly and protects him in his arms, and his body is also He gradually lost consciousness due to pain and weakness, and then his eyes gradually dimmed, and his consciousness became blurred.

Just at this time...

In a trance, he felt that the body of the boy in his arms was getting colder and colder, gradually becoming as stiff as a corpse, falling into the bottomless pool of blood together with him.

All kinds of worries flooded into Jing Zhou's consciousness. If he died before completing the plot mission, can he read the file and start over?But he didn't save it at all, so is it possible that he needs to refresh from the wedding night?Or is it that he has lost the binding qualifications of the anorexia cure system...

Consciousness is like the last string of tension, Jing Zhou can no longer distinguish between illusion and reality, the feeling of falling stops completely, and he feels someone grabbing his waist and pulling him up, going upstream against the current, and breaking through the water.

It seems that he was saved... Subconsciously heaved a sigh of relief, and Jing Zhou completely fainted.

The moment he passed out, he seemed to hear a vague voice whispering in his ear: "You obviously don't want to sleep with me, why did you do this? I really don't understand."

The man seemed to chuckle a bit: "But it's interesting if you don't understand it."

On the other hand, being hugged tightly by Jing Zhou who was seriously injured, the boy sank together with Jing Zhou in an extreme sense of security, but the further he sank, the stronger the sense of lightness going against the current, He found that the soul sealed in this shell seemed to be loose, and the subtle feeling of separation extended from the heart to all the limbs. The boy moved his stiff fingers tentatively, and the other pair of well-jointed hands were separated from the shell. And out, peel off the flesh|body little by little.

In a moment, he was completely liberated from Yu Ci's body, floating in the bloody deep pool as a translucent soul.

He dragged two heavy and stiff bodies out of the water, and a coffin floated over, and the youth's soul was instantly sucked into it.

The bodies of Jing Zhou and Yu Ci were also firmly tied to both sides of the coffin.

The Buried Spring Sword was inserted straight into the pool of blood, and a faint ray of light was stripped from the blade, dangling on the water surface, like a ghost that could not return to the soul.

As the coffin approached, the shape of the ghost became more and more clear, outlining a prostrate posture in the blood-colored darkness, greeting the people in the coffin.

This ghost is the sword soul of Buried Spring Sword.

The coffin stopped one step away from Sword Soul, and the corpse in the coffin sat up, wearing a white leather mask. Under the mask, a pair of dark eyes were as cold as cold lights. His tone was very soft, as if speaking in someone's ear She whispered in a whisper: "You invited me here, and then trapped me, what do you mean?"

The sword soul turned into a vague human form: "I'm just curious, what is the ghost master Qi Jue's true appearance?"

It turned out to be an idiot.

The young man said softly, and immediately raised his hand to lift the mask: "I see, are you satisfied?"

Sword Soul seemed to see something amazing, and opened his eyes wide and remained silent.

Seeing his reaction, the young man became more and more happy: "You not only trapped me here, but also spoiled my people, are you very happy?"

"As you wish," the sword soul still hasn't recovered, the young man stretched out his hand deftly, grabbed the neck of the human-shaped sword soul, rubbed his fingertips on the other's slipping Adam's apple for a moment, and smiled lightly Thoughts were still frozen at the corners of his lips: "But you know that anyone who sees my face will die?"

"Apart from…"

Without saying a word, he exerted a little force on his hand, and with a click, the neck in his hand was broken. He lifted the other person's head and smiled, "But you can't die, and I don't need you to die."

"After all, only you can cut through the barrier of Xuanji Mountain."

The head of the sword soul held in his hand suddenly showed serenity, as if everything was satisfied the moment he saw this face, the sword soul lowered his eyes slightly: "Everything, obey the arrangement of the ghost master."

The young man raised the corners of his lips in satisfaction, and looked at Jing Zhou, who was lying on the coffin: "Send me back first, and if this delay continues, I'm afraid this guy won't survive."

After all, the body in the illusion is not real. To get back his body, he must return to the Blood Ballad Palace in reality.

And the deal between him and Jing Zhou has just begun.