The daily life of the devil's beloved husband

As Chen Yixin said, he waved to Wen Renli. At the same time, he squatted down and sat on the edge of the jade stone by the pond. He took off his shoes, and his feet sank into the cold water. He turned sideways and leaned against Wen Ren. off the legs.

Wen Renli's eyes were downcast, the surrounding scenery was extremely beautiful, but his eyes could not move away from the person leaning on him.Chen Yixin was very happy, he could feel it, and he was also very happy.

"Arong misses me, shake it, and I will come to see you."

Wen Renli said, holding Chen Yixin's shoulders, and sat down beside him. His feet also sank into the pond with him. He gently lifted Chen Yixin's left foot, which was tied with the bell he gave to Chen Yixin. .

He touched the bell with his fingertips, and put Chen Yixin's feet back into the shimmering pond.

"Okay," Chen Yixin smiled lightly, tilted his head, and leaned on Wen Renli's shoulder.

After a long night, Chen Yixin and Wen Renli sat by the pond for most of the night, and the people inside and outside the magic palace also froze for the whole night. When Chen Yixin touched the pond with his fingertips, their souls and consciousness recovered. But the chill that the body can feel has not disappeared.

And this is also a kind of practice for their cultivators, no one dares to say anything to Chen Yixin Wen Renli.

Wen Renli also waited for Chen Yixin to have enough fun before he sealed the icy thing in the pond.

Wen Renli didn't wait for Chen Yixin's Northern Expedition army to leave before he went into seclusion. On the second day, he entered the Sansheng Well and began to absorb the silver broken wood slough, while Chen Yixin discussed the Northern Expedition plan with Zefang and the others.

Ten days later, the army of demon guards set off from Yanzhou, where the demon palace was located, to the north.

At the same time, in Lingshan City in the north, the Nine Sects of Immortal Dao gathered together to discuss plans for the South. Immortals and demons have been opposing each other since ancient times. Some people would not be able to do so if they wanted to be subdued by the Demon Sect.

"What are you discussing? Is it possible that you still want to surrender to the Demon Sect?"

With a long beard and an impatient expression, he looked at Han Zichuan, who presided over the meeting, with dissatisfaction in his eyes. It was obvious that Han Zichuan's various analysis of the situation in the past few days could not completely convince him.

"How many people and bloody cases have been killed by the Demon Sect, how can we just let go of these grudges, the Immortal Dao Alliance must be established, you Tianji Sect is willing to be the lackey of the Demon Sect, and the old man will not force you."

Han Zichuan narrowed his eyes, he stood up slowly, he looked at the other silent elders and heads, a little coldness appeared on the corner of his mouth, "That's all, that's all the heads are determined to do, Han Zichuan Someone has nothing to say."

He strode forward and left the hall of discussion. His position was already clear. It was impossible for Tianjimen to be against the army of demon guards led by Chen Yixin, even if he and Tianjimen had to bear the burden of "Demon Gate" for this. "running dog" title.

The outburst of Changxu Laodao and Han Zichuan's departure made the atmosphere of the meeting hall even more awkward, but in the end, the Immortal Dao Alliance was still established as scheduled. Except for Tianjimen and Yudingzong, all other immortal sects went to the first line of defense in the northern border gathered in Lingshan City.

When they gathered their hands together, the army of demon guards led by Chen Yixin also arrived at Yong'an City, which was only a hundred miles away from Lingshan City. Wearing battle armor, except for some burly generals and guards, they are quite conspicuous and quite different.

"Who wants to be the vanguard?" Chen Yixin leaned back, looking at the ten generals appointed by him and Wen Renli, the twenty deputy generals, the original protector of the Demon Palace, and nearly a hundred other generals.

After he finished speaking, four or five generals came out of the queue. Chen Yixin glanced around and looked at Dapeng Yaohuang, "Then Qingpeng, I am waiting for your good news."

"Yes," Qingpeng knelt down on one knee, received the vanguard order sent by Chen Yixin from An Cheng, walked out of the main hall where the meeting was held, gathered a vanguard team outside Yong'an City, and stormed Lingshan City.

"Zitan, Qingxie, you can support Qingpeng at any time," Chen Yixin immediately gave another order, and after they walked out, he looked at Zefang, "You lead someone to bring back the body of the sacrificed demon guard at the rear."

Zefang was a little surprised when he heard the words, but he still took the order to go. During the year when Wen Renli fell asleep, they and Chen Yixin had basically completed their running-in, and orders and prohibitions were imposed. There was no one in the magic army who refused to submit to him, and Zefang was no exception. .

As the queen of the devil, Chen Yixin is sometimes self-willed and emotional, but when dealing with the affairs of the devil's palace and wars, he is decisive and sharp, with flexible means, and he has basically never made any mistakes.

After all the orders were issued, Chen Yixin didn't stay in the city lord's mansion of Yong'an City any longer. He walked to the north city wall and watched the battle ahead. An Cheng and Qiu Yi also followed him.

The one who confronted Qingpeng was the elder of Lingxu Sect, one of the ten sects of immortality. His mana was comparable to Qingpeng's, but the magic weapon he held was quite strange, which could block all Qingpeng's attacks. point.

"This magic weapon is a little tricky," Chen Yixin sat on the bench brought by An Cheng, he stared at it, raised his brows slightly, and explained the origin of his magic weapon, "Yun has a bit of basalt Breath, belongs to the list of ancient treasures."

After he said this, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "From this point of view, the Lingxu faction must be quite rich."

"Yijun said that," Qiu Yi said to Chen Yixin, and at the same time, Chen Yixin gave him a wink. He moved his hand forward, and the magic weapon held by the elder of the Lingxu Sect disappeared out of thin air, and he could not feel any breath.

"Xuanwu Armor, where is my Xuanwu Armor!" The elder's face turned red, he was almost more anxious than half his life, but no matter how he felt, the ancient treasure just lost contact with him and could not be found anymore. .

At this moment of fighting skills, how could Qingpeng give the elder the time to catch his breath and find the magic weapon? His attacks continued, and the elder was shot and defeated by Peng Yu. Once he was defeated, the magic army led by Dapeng Yaohuang followed one after another. And up.

On this not-so-broad plain, all kinds of spells and magic weapons are displayed, which is very pleasing to the eye from a distance, but there are murderous intentions everywhere in it, and if it is not serious, the body will die and the path will disappear.

In the battle of Lingshan City, Qiu Yi made a secret move. The Demon Lord of the Southern Realm won a big victory, the Allied Forces of Immortals and Dao were defeated, and Lingshan Prefecture, where Lingshan City is located, was included in the territory of the Southern Territory.But even so, the army of magic guards was still unavoidably damaged.

Chen Yixin was generous to these demonic soldiers and did not hesitate to distribute the elixir. As long as there is still a breath, they will basically die, but there are also soldiers who are unfortunately killed by one blow and have no chance to take the medicine.

"The corpses of the sacrificial soldiers have all been taken back by the Queen of Enlightenment, and they are in the small square in the southern city."

Zefang came to return Chen Yixin himself, and led him and Qiu Yi to the small square at the same time. As for An Cheng, he was sent by Chen Yixin to Lingshan City to count the spoils.

"What does the Empress want to use these corpses for?"

Zefang endured all the way, and finally, when he was approaching the small square, he couldn't help asking.

Qiu Yi also followed Zefang to look at Chen Yixin. He didn't understand what Chen Yixin wanted these corpses to do, even though they were immortal emperors and emperors, they could bring back the dead to mortals, but they couldn't do anything to monks who embarked on the road of cultivation.

From the time they embarked on the road of cultivation, the three souls and six souls are not within the reincarnation of heaven. Once they die, they are really dead. Occasionally, they will continue to live against the sky, but they have to pay a price that ordinary people can't imagine to succeed. possible.

"Gathering souls, bringing the dead back to life..." Chen Yixin said softly, and his face became serious. What he did was not all to save these dead soldiers, but to prepare for the future.

Zefang and Qiu Yi were stunned when they heard the words, as if they wanted to refute Chen Yixin, but in the end they all watched silently, not daring to disturb him.

Chen Yixin didn't mean to joke with them, what he said was what he was doing now, whether they could succeed or not, they had to wait and see.

In the small square, there were hundreds of corpses lying on the straw mats in rows, and the blood and death were spreading over the surface. As the sky darkened, this place was extremely gloomy and terrifying.

Chen Yixin walked in step by step until he reached the center of the small square, and then he stopped. A little blue light ignited between his brows, and he opened his hands slightly, and the breath around him suddenly became vague.

He gently pulled his trouser legs, and the blue bells were exposed. Chen Yixin danced with his fan, the tinkling of the bells, and the faint sound of the wind made the atmosphere in this place instantly strange.

Qiu Yi crossed his hand and stopped Zefang who was almost bewitched to approach him. He put his fingertips on the center of Zefang's eyebrows, and then took a step sideways, "I'll stay here, and you go to the outside to protect the law."

Zefang's cultivation base couldn't bear the Tianfeng's alluring power unconsciously emanating from Chen Yixin. His intrusion would probably interfere with Chen Yixin's performance, and asking him to go outside to protect the law is just a nice way of saying it.

Zefang didn't dare to look at Chen Yixin anymore, he nodded, and walked out, after walking a few steps, he couldn't help touching his brow where Qiu Yi touched, "Who is he..."

Before Zefang could figure it out clearly, his eyes narrowed slightly, his figure disappeared, and then he stopped in front of a monk who had borrowed a secret treasure to sneak in, "Immortal Dao elaborate work?"

"Get out of the way," the figure revealed, but it was Han Zichuan who left Lingshan City a few days ago. He looked a little anxious, but Zefang was not easy to dismiss like ordinary monks. With him in the way, Han Zichuan couldn't get close at all.

"What the Son of God has done is too heaven-defying and detrimental to himself. It cannot continue. Get out of the way!"

"Who are you? Why should I believe your words?" Zefang hesitated when he heard this, but he still couldn't let this unknown person approach. Compared with him, he believed in the judgment of Chen Yixin and Qiu Yi.

"I am Han Zichuan, the master of the Tianji Gate. The dance performed by the Son of God is recorded in an ancient book... Get out of the way, or it will be too late!" Han Zichuan looked anxious, and he tried to break through. The cultivation base in the later period was firmly suppressed by him.

"Go back, come here... the soul returns..."

Qingyue's ethereal singing sounded from afar, and Chen Yixin slowly fell from midair. In front of him and behind him were clusters of pale golden souls, all of which were the souls of these dead soldiers.

Chen Yixin closed his eyes for a moment, and a pair of blue spirit wings behind him slowly unfolded. These souls spontaneously floated on both sides of the spirit wings, and were blessed by them, slowly taking shape.

"Alas..." Han Zichuan sighed lightly, and no longer tried to break through Zefang's blockage. He looked up at the sky, where a cloud was shrouded, and the color gradually changed from gray to extremely black. Can't stop, it's called the punishment of God's death.

Faced with the divine punishment that the ancient gods might fall, Chen Yi was really in a mess.

Qiu Yi's complexion also became serious, once the thunder and punishment fell, Chen Yixin's painstakingly condensed souls and bodies might not survive.

Also alarmed by the thunder cloud were the other supernatural beings in Yong'an City, as well as An Cheng who flew back from a long distance. He rushed in anxiously, his round face wrinkled into disarray.

"Nonsense, too much nonsense...Even if you want to gather souls, Your Highness, you can't gather them like this!"

Even if Chen Yi had the talent for gathering souls, he couldn't gather hundreds of souls together. It is conceivable how terrifying the thunder punishment would be.

"If you miss tonight, the success rate will be greatly reduced. What's the difference between getting together and not getting together?" Chen Yixin glanced at An Cheng who was jumping anxiously, and he also looked up at the sky. At the same time, the spiritual wings behind him continued to unfold, more His soul gathered into the spirit wings.

"Don't worry, since I have recalled your consciousness, I won't let you disperse again."

When he finished his words, he did not cast his magic spells to resist the punishment of heaven, but raised his right foot again, the bell on it continued to sway regularly, and then a silver light flashed, and Wen Renli, who was retreating at the bottom of Sansheng Well, appeared By Chen Yixin's side.

An Cheng took a deep breath, and immediately put his flustered heart back into his stomach.

He was too anxious and forgot about their Majesty. Others had nothing to do with Heaven's Punishment, but Wen Renli was not. This Heaven's Punishment was nothing to be offended by other people, but it was nothing to Wen Renli. One of the best supplements.

Chen Yixin turned his head, and met Shangwen Renli's gaze, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and his voice lowered, "A Li, I miss you."