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

Because of the narrow road to the enemy, Jing Zhou was struck by five thunders. Countless days and nights, countless details flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern, but before he had time to erupt any emotion, his body subconsciously followed Qi Jue and jumped off the cliff.

During the fall, he summoned Chang Ji to chase after him with his sword, but his spiritual veins seemed to fall into dormancy, and his spiritual power was completely frozen under the dead silence's spiritual veins, completely out of his control!

Jing Zhou suddenly realized that he was plotted against by Qi Jue.

The wind whistling from the bottom of the cliff was bitingly cold, and Jing Zhou realized that the cold came from his heart.

Seeing that he was about to fall to the bottom of the valley and his body was smashed to pieces, several pieces of red silk wrapped around him against the wind, and the soft satin wrapped around his wrists and ankles, binding his limbs like a puppet on a string, the falling speed slowed down, Qi Jue Holding him into his arms in mid-air, his cold lips pressed against Jing Zhou's earlobe: "Brother Zhou, I knew you would die for love with me."

At this moment, Qi Wuwei, who didn't know it, ignited the second wave of fireworks according to Jing Zhou's previous arrangement, and the sky was filled with silver flowers and fire trees.

Jing Zhou's spiritual veins were sealed, he didn't speak, but quietly looked at the young man through the streamer.

There was still a smile on the other party's face, and Jing Zhou's calm face was reflected in his eyes illuminated by the fireworks.

"Aren't Brother Zhou angry?"

Qi Jue didn't see any anger or even astonishment on Jing Zhou's face. He was a little surprised, but he found it more and more interesting.

"What exactly is your gift?"

Jing Zhou's voice had no emotion at all, neither anger nor sadness, it was frighteningly calm.

Qi Jue answered irrelevantly: "You like to eat the food I cooked with my own hands, so I poisoned you for a year. Now that the poison has entered the soul, brother Zhou may not be able to use his spiritual power for a while."

"Start with that glass of Hebei wine?"

"Yeah, did you disappoint Brother Zhou?"

Contrary to Qi Jue's expectations, Jing Zhou actually smiled: "I, I would like to admit defeat."

What he was referring to was naturally the bet the two made when they were in Qingyuan Cave, whether Qi Jue, who was still depressed at the time, would really like him.

Looking back after everything has come to light, it is a bit ridiculous.

Qi Jue was stunned for a moment: "Nonsense, brother Zhou hasn't lost yet."

"..."

"In this game, the outcome is not decided."

"..."

"No, I'll bring you back to the Blood Ballad Palace. There will be a long time to come. We have plenty of time to compete."

Qi Jue kissed him again, licking the fine lines on Jing Zhou's lips slowly, falling down while kissing.

"Maybe it hurts a little bit, Brother Zhou, bear with it, okay?"

"—to borrow your spiritual power."

Qi Jue's voice was soft and lingering like love words, but his cold hand was already pressing on Jing Zhou's dantian, and his five fingers pierced into his sea of ​​consciousness, reaching the depths of his soul to absorb spiritual power.

Jing Zhou's body trembled from the pain, but he didn't say a word. Now he is like a puppet on a string, and he has no power to resist.

Seeing that he was about to collide with Jinghu Lake, Qi Jue threw the key towards the surface of the lake, and the calm Jinghu Lake made a loud rumbling sound instantly, the lake quickly split into two, and a [-]-foot-wide moat was opened where the key fell. The water in the mirror lake formed two hanging waterfalls, and under the rumbling water curtain, the ghost barrier that sealed the ghost domain was exposed in front of the two of them.

This seal is a death barrier that countless celestial beings spent their entire lives in cultivation seven years ago, using their soul, flesh and blood to build a death barrier.

Qi Jue hugged Jing Zhou with one arm, and rolled up a thousand layers of waves with his buried spring!

Ghost Blade's cold and stern sword energy rode the waves forward, and after absorbing Jing Zhou's spiritual power as pure as the scorching sun, the buried spring was unparalleled, and in a blink of an eye, it cut several huge cracks in the indestructible barrier.

Qi Jue stopped moving, and floated on the vast waterfall sea with Jing Zhou in his arms. He only heard a few creaking sounds, as if the ice surface was shattered. The cracks at the barrier spread with lightning speed, covering the barrier instantly The ice wall, with a loud bang, the entire barrier was like a wall of glass, all of which were broken into pieces and collapsed!

Immediately, the blood light shot into the sky, the intense light covered the fireworks in the sky, and the Jinghu Waterfall hanging on both sides let out a deafening roar, sweeping towards Jingzhou Qijue!

For a moment, Xuanji Mountain shook violently, rocks rolled down the river, and Jinghu Lake, where thousands of ghosts were buried, was forcibly awakened from a deep sleep. Finally, it became angry. The lake roared like a huge black hole and opened its mouth wide. Swallow traitors trying to invade!

Even Jing Zhou himself didn't know that the so-called key to the secret realm of Jinghu Lake could open the door to the barrier, but it could also bury those who broke the rules in an instant.

The two were sucked into the bottom of the lake by a huge vortex, because they were wrapped with red silk ropes around each other's bodies, they were bound and entangled, and they really looked like a pair of Taoist couples who died in love.

It's a pity that the impact of the vortex was too great, and the ribbon connecting each other was overwhelmed. Jing Zhou and Qi Jue were scattered by an undercurrent.

Jing Zhou suffers from chronic poison, and was forcibly invaded by Qi Jue to absorb his spiritual power. He was so exhausted that he was not as good as a mortal. , Jing Zhou gritted his teeth and tried to go upstream, but his efforts seemed insignificant under Jinghu's anger, and he was sucked into the dark abyss by the whirlpool in a short while.

Jing Zhou's consciousness gradually blurred, and when he was unconscious, the bet he made with Qi Jue in Qingyuan Cave flashed through his mind——

"You didn't pick well because I never lost."

"That's just right, after all, I'm never afraid of losing."

It was a prophecy, and now he lost so much that he didn't even have any pants left.

The strong medicinal fragrance lingered in his nose, and Jing Zhou struggled to recover a glimmer of clarity. His limbs and bones felt like being pricked by needles. He tried to move his body in a daze, but was stopped by a voice: "You first Don't move, the needle should be broken."

It was only then that Jing Zhou realized that his body was indeed densely pricked with needles.

"You have been poisoned by the Fuyi powder from the Blood Ballad Palace, and the poison has already penetrated into the soul. If you don't clean it up properly, your cultivation will be ruined."

The speaker was dressed in white, bent over and buried in the herbs, the pestle thumped loudly, Jing Zhou opened his eyes in a half-dream and half-awake state, and stared at his back vaguely, the more he looked, the more familiar he became, the more he looked the more awake, until now The man turned around with the medicine in hand, Jing Zhou was so startled that his heart stopped suddenly——

This face is the face of Qi Jue after taking Yirong Dan!

The height, facial features, and bone appearance are all the same, but the demeanor and temperament are completely different. Jing Zhou was flustered for a while, but he didn't care about the silver needles all over his body, and pulled out the long silence straight to the opponent's throat!

The other party stopped while holding the medicine bowl, and there was no fear or anger on his face, he only smiled wryly: "The Taoist priest misunderstood, I am not the ghost master."

Jing Zhou's gaze stabbed straight at this face that belonged to Qi Jue like a sharp blade. At this moment, he had no strength in his body, and the hand holding the sword was trembling. Gritting his teeth and using a little force, he could poke a bloody hole in his neck.

Instead of being annoyed, the man took a step back calmly and put the medicine bowl on the table: "That's right, no one wants to believe it."

The impact of this face on Jing Zhou was too great, he slowed down for a moment, and looked at the other person from head to toe many times again, Qi Jue had shared the same bed with him day and night for a long time, as long as he calmed down, he would be able to It turns out that this person is completely different from Qi Jue.

He really isn't.

Jing Zhou put away his sword, and after relaxing his guard, he leaned against the couch weakly: "Then who are you?"

Hearing this, the man frowned slightly, shook his head and sighed: "I don't remember."

"...?"

"It's absurd to say that a year ago, I woke up in the Blood Ballad Palace by accident and was called the ghost master. I can't remember the previous things."

Seeing Jing Zhou froze for a moment, the man smiled helplessly: "I can't remember anything anyway, and whoever others say I am is who I am... The Taoist priest doesn't believe it?"

Jing Zhou put his sword back into its sheath, and glanced at the 'ghost master' exuding a gentle aura from the corner of his eye: "I believe it."

This time the other party was stunned, Jing Zhou continued: "Since you can't even remember, how can you be sure that you are not Qi Jue?"

The man smiled helplessly: "I have seen many deeds about him this year, and it really doesn't seem like something I can do."

"A person's temperament may change drastically after amnesia, are you so sure?"

Although this person seems to be very soft-tempered, he is not sloppy: "I'm sure."

Jing Zhou's thoughts flickered, and his mind flashed the strategy of Yu Ci that he saw more than half a year ago, and then he met the ghost master in white clothes in front of him, and suddenly realized something...

"You don't like sweets?"

Jing Zhou's question was a bit sudden, and the other party nodded blankly: "I don't like it."

"Spicy?"

The opponent nodded.

"Not good at cooking?"

The other party nodded again, pursing his lips in embarrassment: "Zeng almost burned the kitchen down."

"Afraid of falling asleep alone?"

This question finally surprised the other party, he stared at Jing Zhou with wide eyes: "How do you know..."

Judging by his reaction, everything came to light.

Jing Zhou supported his forehead, and scratched his head with his hands in agitation: "I seem to have guessed who you are..."

He suddenly felt that he was too careless before, and all kinds of clues pointed to the fact that the previous Yu Ci was not Yu Ci, but he was blind, and instead suspected that the intelligence data given by the system was inaccurate.

In Qi Jue's eyes, he is just a joke, right?

Maybe he was the only one who took that gamble seriously.

He is willing to bet and admit defeat. He is serious and has never regretted it.

"Master, please tell me."

The ghost master was so excited that his hands trembled when he heard the words. He stared blankly at Jing Zhou. Although he had the same face as Qi Jue, the personality of the soul under the shell was completely different, and his appearance showed two kinds of faces. A very different character.

"If I'm not mistaken, you are the third son of Jiulin City, Yu Ci."

The ghost knows how much courage Jing Zhou took when he uttered the word Yu Ci, and how complicated his mood was. His face turned even paler, and his lips lost all blood.

Hearing this, the other party frowned deeply, a wave of shaken flashed across his face, and was covered by confusion for a moment, he shook his head: "I can't remember..."

He said again: "Does the Taoist know this Yu Ci?"

"Well, I know."

Jing Zhou spoke with an understatement, subconsciously raised the corners of his lips.

"Very familiar, right?"

The other party speculated reasonably, otherwise, how could he even know that he is addicted to spicy food, is not good at cooking, and is afraid of sleeping alone?

Jing Zhou thought for a while, then shook his head: "I'm not familiar, I am more familiar with the owner of your shell than him."

The other party was a little surprised: "Is the real ghost master Qi Jue?"

"Well, he is my Taoist companion."

Jing Zhou almost gritted his teeth and blurted out the words to himself.

There was a moment of silence in the air, and the man suddenly blushed, opened his mouth and closed it again, pursed his lips and lowered his head: "Sorry... I didn't intentionally occupy your Taoist partner's body... I... I... find a way to return it."

He was at a loss and apologized, as if he had done something wrong.

Jing Zhou never thought that he would see such a pitiful and aggrieved expression on Qi Jue's face in his lifetime.

He leaned on the couch, recovered a little bit of strength, and changed a gentle tone: "No, you used it quite well."

"Huh?" The other party didn't know how to react for a while.

"The ghost master has a strong body. If you return it to him, his behavior will definitely cause trouble."

"..."

"But be careful, he himself has come to Huangquan."