The tyrant fell in love with his master again [Rebirth]

In the middle of the closed stone room, there stood a huge piece of cold jade half a person's height, delicate and soft in texture, exuding a dense cold air.

Han Yushang was sleeping with his eyes closed, a cinnabar mole on the center of his brow was bright red, his hands and feet were bound by fine steel chains, his brows and eyes were slightly frowned, as if he was enduring some kind of pain.

It was Lin Yebei's master, Xiaoyaojun Qiufengling.

Somewhere, it seemed that someone reached out and pointed at the center of his brow, injecting a cold spiritual flow.

The door of dusty memory suddenly opened, and the darkness in front of him turned into colorful memory images, presented frame by frame like a revolving lantern.

Qiu Fengling saw himself sitting side by side with a young man under the peach blossom tree. The man gently brushed off the peach petals falling on his shoulders, but he grabbed his wrist:

"Brother Jinghong, I heard that you won the Grand Competition of Tears of Tears, and you will be heading to the city above the clouds soon,"

He heard himself asking eagerly, "After that, will it be difficult for me to see you?"

The young man stroked the top of his hair, and there was a gentle smile on his handsome face:

"How come, Ah Ling is so smart and sensible, when the next Tianlei Competition, you will definitely come out on top and come to my side."

Then the scene turned sharply, from a valley overgrown with flowers and trees to a majestic city above the clouds.

On the mirror-like rooftop, he stood opposite the young man, and then he gave a soft shout and struck each other with swords.

Both of them are already in the realm above Dongxu, and even if they are in a friendly exchange, their power is earth-shattering.

He intentionally lured the young man to make a move, and the other party also gave him enough face, waving the spirit sword in his hand like the wind, like a dragon swimming.

When the competition was over, they came to an uninhabited garden side by side. Standing on the edge, they could clearly see the vast sea of ​​clouds floating under their feet.

"I will go to the Silent Sound Wall to retreat in a few days, and attack the later stage of the tribulation."

With a smile on his face, the young man straightened his slightly messy temple hair:

"If I can successfully survive the Nine Nine Great Tribulations, I will only be one step away from ascending to the Realm of the Realm. These days, remember to take care of your health. Although the wine is good, don't be greedy."

"Got it, I'll pay attention."

He stuck out his tongue, put his hands behind his head, and walked a few steps leisurely:

"But Brother Jinghong, don't be too complacent. Although I am still a few realms behind you, I am certified by the city lord personally, and my cultivation level is the fastest to advance. Maybe I will also break through to Have you crossed the tribulation realm?"

"Come on, it's just you, a little drunk cat, who still wants to reach the sky in one step?"

The young man scratched the bridge of his nose lightly with a smile, his eyes were full of indulgence: "The most taboo thing in spiritual power cultivation is to advance aggressively, and the key is to be steady and steady."

"You always say that, are you worried that one day I will overtake you?"

The subtle ambiguity brought out by the action made his face a little hot, he turned his face slightly, and changed the subject.

The young man stared at him intently, his eyes gradually became deep, and his tone was extremely gentle:

"In my heart, A-Ling is the most important thing. No matter whether he is diligent or not, and what his future achievements are, this will never change."

"I will never betray you, never hurt you,"

Strong arms wrapped around his waist, and the young man's warm breath blew in his ears, gentle and firm:

"In this world, only you can stand side by side with me."

The recollection came to an abrupt end here, and the change of scenes accelerated instantly, and some unspeakably tragic scenes also flashed before my eyes.

The person who uttered warm words over and over again became the executioner who broke his own wings.

Qiu Fengling was gasping for breath, and strange memories rushed left and right in the sea of ​​consciousness, causing overwhelming pain, which made him unable to bear it.

It didn't know how long it took before he woke up from the chaotic dream. His whole body was soaked in cold sweat and he was in a panic.

And not far in front of him, a man in a dark blue robe was sitting on a soft chair, watching all this with great interest.

He has a handsome face, long hair as thick as the night, and looks extremely young just by looking at the details of his facial features, but his eyes are full of thousands of years.

Qiu Fengling met those bright silver eyes, and immediately trembled violently.

It was as if the person in front of him was some kind of frightening scourge, sticking out his fangs towards him.

He gritted his teeth, let the chains penetrate deeply into his flesh, and shouted angrily:

"Yun Jinghong, you bastard!"

……

Darkness, endless darkness.

Fu Hanzhang was ups and downs in the chaos. He only vaguely remembered that he came to the outside of Changqi Palace to have a decisive battle with the Tianlei City army. He tried his best to resist the first demon-killing arrow, but he didn't expect that the other party would sacrifice the lives of more monks. Another arrow was fired from the darkness.

Being pierced through the chest by the Demon Killing Arrow, it hit the Demon Dragon Pill in his body impartially. At that moment, he could only feel a hot spiritual current rushing through his body, and immediately lost consciousness.

So... is he still alive?

Can I go back to Changqi Palace and take another look at that person?

In the darkness everywhere, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared faintly.

The stream of white light fluttered down like flying snow, reflecting everything in front of me like daytime.

Fu Hanzhang found that he was in a strange and secret place, and there was a river of surging blood under his feet.

There are balls of pale white floating on the water, and from a distance, they thought they were snowdrifts, but when they looked closely, they were shocked to find that they were piles of white bones.

A chill ran down his spine, his face changed terribly, and he couldn't help but think of the time when he just fell from the Fallen God Altar to the Demon Realm.

At that time, he landed near the Nightmare Sea, and his whole body was torn apart by the spiritual storm so that no one part was intact, and he could barely support himself only by the awakened Demon Dragon Pill.

The blood containing strong demonic energy quickly attracted many monsters to approach.

In those few months, he didn't know how many times he was caught in a life-and-death struggle, and how he got out of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

and so……

Is it because his crimes are too deep and the killing is too heavy, so when he is on the verge of death, are those souls unwilling to let him go?

Fu Hanzhang let out a miserable laugh, looking down at the white bones and the churning sea of ​​blood under his feet, he suddenly had the urge to jump down and finish everything.

But at this moment, there was a low whimper in his ear, it was extremely slight, but it was familiar to the bone.

Like thunder piercing the sky, he suddenly raised his head and saw a thin figure standing quietly not far in front of him.

Her silver hair was loose, her complexion was frosty white, her strange eyes were wide open, and tears kept gushing from the corners of her eyes.

"...Xiao Bei!"

The sadness in the man's eyes was real, his heart throbbed violently, and he wanted to go to Lin Yebei's side, but his body was trapped by an unknown force and he couldn't move at all.

"Hanzhang, where are you? I can't find you..."

Lin Yebei whimpered softly. He only wore a thin silk robe, and stepped on the bones with bare feet.

The delicate skin was quickly punctured by the protruding bone spurs, and blood gushed out from the snow-white soles, leaving a string of bright red footprints behind.

"Why did you lie to me, why did you ruin my cultivation, and humiliate me in every possible way?"

He didn't seem to feel the pain in the soles of his feet. He walked forward slowly a few steps, and suddenly his knees gave way and he fell to his knees.

The sharp bone pierced into Lin Yebei's calf, and the blood color spread further, and the tears gushing from his eyes also turned from transparent to light red, and then turned into bloody tears.

He raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Fu Hanzhang, his expression was empty and his eyes were dead:

"I'm so cold and hurt...who will help me?"

"Little Bei!!"

Fu Hanzhang struggled desperately, but he couldn't even move a single finger. He could only watch as Lin Yebei slowly leaned over and fell into the sea of ​​blood.

Despair was like a sea, engulfing Fu Hanzhang and tearing him apart.

Deep powerlessness and self-loathing surged in his heart, and he allowed himself to be swallowed up by blood, unwilling to resist, and even wished he could die just like that.

But everything could not go as he wished after all, what greeted him was not the other shore of death, but the cruel reality.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, his face already covered in tears.

It was very bright around him, and he couldn't adapt to it for a while, and there were clusters of gray and black double images in front of his eyes.

However, his actions seemed to startle the people around him, and there was a rustling sound, as if someone ran to the door in a hurry, shouting: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, he is awake!"

...Your Majesty?

Fu Hanzhang was in a trance for a while, it seemed that there was no one else in the Demon Realm who was called the Lord...

His vision cleared up little by little, and he found that it was not a bed under him, but a huge shell, and he was lying in the soft flesh in the center of the shell.

The nearby furnishings are also very novel, both the ground and the walls are transparent sea blue, it seems that there is water flowing through it, and a few swimming fish pass by from time to time.

Where are you?

Fu Hanzhang frowned, and just about to stand up, he felt a pain in his chest.

He unbuttoned the front, and found that the huge penetrating wound on his chest had been properly bandaged.

Not only did not much blood ooze out, but it seemed to have healed more than half.

The power of the Devil Slaying Arrow is so terrifying that it even directly shattered Lin Yebei's soul——

What's more, he was attacked by two arrows, how could he recover so quickly?

He was still struggling with the arrow wound, the door had already been pushed open, and a man dressed in silver and white clothes came to him, smiled and said:

"You have been in a coma for seven days, and you finally woke up."

"You are..." The moment Fu Hanzhang saw the man's face clearly, he couldn't help being stunned.

For a moment, he almost suspected that he had hallucinations. Except for a pair of golden eyes, the person who came was actually born exactly like himself!

Is it an illusion to imitate the appearance of others, or...

Before he could figure out why, the man said, "You don't have to be surprised by my appearance, Brother Yuan Zhao."

This name made Fu Hanzhang tremble all over, his eyes widened in disbelief: "You...you are Yuan Yi?"

In his previous life, Si Xi told him that he was one of the twins of the Dragon King of the West Sea. Since his birth date coincided with the first year of Zhao Yi's ascension to the Immortal Cloud, he was named Yuan Zhao and Yuan Yi.

The environment around him seems to be the bottom of the sea, and the person in front of him looks so similar to himself, I'm afraid...

"Brother really has a keen mind." Yuan Yi seemed relieved, "Since you recognized my identity, I don't need to say much. How is your injury?"

"It seems to have healed a lot, but there is still some inconvenience in movement, but it should be fine in general,"

Fu Hanzhang nodded, his expression softened: "Thank you for saving my life."

Yuan Yi shook his head and sighed:

"You shouldn't thank me... As early as when I found you, your wounds have been stitched up with spiritual power. I can't determine the source of that spiritual power. I can only vaguely guess that it seems to have something to do with Immortal Venerable Diancang. "

The author has something to say: Hehehe, Master Qiu's past is beginning to emerge! !I don’t know if everyone still remembers Yun Jinghong, but that’s the name of Yuan Zhao Yuanyi, who was the No.

Then the cute and lovely brother Yuan Yi finally appeared on the stage, he is an important promoter of the plot!

Hanzhang will soon know the past, happy to announce a wave hehehe

And really, the naming method of how many words in the first volume is too murderous, I just racked my brains for five words hhh

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