The magic star came into the world

There was a bit of cold air in the cramped and narrow space, and there was a bed made of ice in the center, and there were two clusters of faint blue flames on the wall. The flames seemed to be enveloped by the cold air, and the dim light did not even Can't light up the whole space.

Other than that, there isn't much else to this place.

Oh, there seems to be a small group of black figures huddled in the corner.

"290 eight, 290 nine, three hundred..."

The black figure stood up and walked out of the shadows, and the light enveloped him all of a sudden.

It was a little child who was just a little higher than the ice bed.There was no expression on the child's pale face, his eyes narrowed slightly because of the sudden light, they were clearly bipolar and beautiful big blue eyes, but there was no emotion in them, full of indifference, gloom and guard.

He put his palms on the ice bed, and after a while, he picked up his frozen hands and rubbed them vigorously on his face.

The cold stimulation made his body tremble.

He stamped his feet hard to warm himself up.

Footsteps sounded unexpectedly from the entrance of the enchanted cave.

The expression on the child's face suddenly became lively. He grinned and ran towards the entrance of the cave. When he was close to the entrance of the cave, he stopped carefully and stood aside respectfully.

"Father!"

The child yelled at the walking figure, the figure looked down at him, the tall figure was almost touching the ceiling of the cave, he bent down, put his hand on the child's head and patted it as a response.

"The child has already learned the technique that the father told the child to practice, does the father want to see it?"

The figure turned around in surprise, stared at him thoughtfully for a while, and said:

"Father, let's see how you are doing."

As the man said, he took out a long sword from his sleeve. The long sword should be quite old, and the surface looked dusty.

"This is the first magic weapon my father obtained in the Ninth Floor Deep Cave. Try it now and see if you can use the spell on the sword spirit."

After speaking, he threw the long sword to the ground, a puff of white smoke rose from the long sword, and a sword spirit emerged.

The child who had been smiling brightly put away the expression on his face. He moved back a few steps, put the fingers of his right hand together, closed his eyes and muttered an incantation, then suddenly opened his eyes and pointed to the sword with both fingers. Ling, a blue light hit the sword spirit.

The sword spirit was attacked and flew towards him screaming, but it hit the barrier in front of him. The child did not dodge or dodge, and stretched out his right hand to stick his palm on the barrier. The phantom of the sword spirit seemed to be separated As if being sucked by the barrier and unable to break free, its scream became weaker and weaker, but after a while, it turned into a white smoke again, and slowly and weakly flew into the long sword on the ground.

Only then did the child lightly let out a breath, let go of his clenched hands, put on a talented smile on his face again, and looked expectantly at the person not far away.

A rare approving smile appeared on the gloomy face of the man. He came over and patted the child on the shoulder encouragingly, saying:

"Qing'er can even steal the aura of the sword spirit now, and in a few hundred years, his cultivation will surpass his father's."

The child bowed to him:

"Qing'er doesn't dare, it's because my father taught me well."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head, with an imperceptible hope in his eyes, he walked a few steps cautiously towards the man, pulled his sleeve and said softly:

"When can Qing'er go out? Qing'er has learned all the techniques my father taught Qing'er. It's so cold here. Look, father, Qing'er's hands are frozen. Qing'er doesn't want to stay here, father. Can you take me out?"

Before he finished speaking, tears were already welling up in his big blue eyes.

The man squatted down, pinched the child's chin and stared at him for a moment.

"Would you like to go out?"

Seeing his stern eyes, the child trembled in his heart, and nodded hesitantly.

"Do you want to go out no matter what?"

The child thought about it carefully.

"Hmm! Father can tell the child to do anything, and I can learn anything."

"Okay." The man evoked a satisfied smile.

"Qing'er can go out if he wants to, but he can't go out with such eyes. Father has to help you hide them."

The child wanted to take a step back in fear, but the person opposite grabbed his shoulder, and his other hand covered the child's eyes. Before he could react, a stab of pain pierced through him like a sharp arrow His eyes, after removing the hands covering them, his vision was only white.

"Father...Father..." The child panicked and raised his hands and scratched at the air, trying to find some comfort.

The person who was squatting in front of him had already stood up and withdrew out of his reach.

"When Qing'er wins against my father's generals, my father will let you go."

"Qiang Jue, come in."

A sound of armor colliding reached his ears, and after a while, the sound stopped. He tried his best to identify the direction of the sound, but he could only stand there blankly, looking around vigilantly.

Although he can't see anything anymore.

"Your Highness, I have offended you."

A cold knife light fell heavily on his shoulder before he could react.

"Ah..." Qing Zhu suddenly opened his eyes.

There was a boundless darkness in front of him, he raised his hand in horror to touch his eyes, he was stunned the moment his hand touched his eyes, and slowed down his rapid breathing.

He raised his long hand, and the candles in the sleeping hall lit up, illuminating the whole hall like daytime.

The attendant who was guarding outside heard the movement, ran in panicked and bowed, and knelt by his couch.

"Who put out the candle?"

Cold sweat broke out on the attendant's back immediately.

"Back... back to Demon Lord, the villain saw the hot weather and was afraid... afraid that you would not sleep well, so he opened the window. It should...be blown out by the wind..." After he finished speaking, he groaned heavily on the ground. He kowtowed, "The villain deserves to die, please forgive me...forgive me..."

His frowning brows loosened calmly.

"roll."

Knowing that he had saved his life, the attendant hurriedly kowtowed several times before retreating tremblingly.

"Wait, tell Xingchui to come see me." Qingzhu ordered.

"The devil."

At this moment, Qing Zhu was already half lying on the long couch outside the dormitory, with her head propped on one hand, staring at Xingdiao who was kneeling in front of her, silent.

Xingdhui continued to kneel without moving.

After a while, he said:

"How's the matter in Fengdu?"

"Hui Mojun, several powerful races have expressed their hearts of submission to our clan, and the rest of the scattered small clans are left to them to lobby, but... the dragon clan has not given a clear answer for a long time. The answer is that their demon lord has not yet returned, and this matter cannot be resolved."

"Dragon clan..." Qingzhu smiled contemptuously.

"The dragon clan has had a long-standing grievance with us, and it's normal to have disagreements."

"They want the Demon Lord, so give him one. That Dragon Lord is still locked in a dark prison right now? Someone will bring him out and take good care of him. In a few days, he will be given a share to the Prince of the Dragon Clan." Great gift."

"Yes."

"Where are the two immortals that Fengdu met last time?"

"One went to the Guiling Tree at the junction of immortals and demons. According to reports from the people below, he seems to be a familiar face. He often walks around in the Three Realms. He presumably sneaked in to play. He accidentally slipped his feet in front of us."

"The people of the fairy clan have leisure and leisure, and they always like to run to our devil world. What about the other one?"

"The other one...flew to Qingyuan, and the goshawk who chased it came back and reported that she plunged headlong into Qingyuan's barrier, leaving no bones left."

"That is to say, you sent a team of goshawks out, but didn't catch any of them?"

The kneeling man lowered his head even lower.

"Subordinates are convicted."

"Send a few more people to search Qingyuan carefully for me. Whether it is dead or alive, we can't leave no trace."

After he finished speaking, his eyes staring at his palm were slightly lost in thought.

The night was as deep as water, and after the stars receded, Qingzhu's drowsiness had already faded away.He simply changed his clothes and walked out of the dormitory, walking aimlessly among the corridors.

I don't know how long I walked, but I came all the way to the Falling Star Hall.

Qingzhu stopped and looked at the back of Luoxing Temple.

There is a wide paddock behind the Falling Star Hall, and there are only two soldiers on duty at the moment, probably too bored, the two are chasing and fighting.

He remembered that when he was a teenager, he used to sit on the promenade at the back of the hall and watch Fan Li play in the paddock with other playmates.Fan Li is always keen to tease others. If he competes with others in horse riding and archery, he will not give up until the end of the round is full of people and the whole paddock is full of dust and smog.Often it is others who run away in embarrassment at the front, and he chases after him calmly. When he passes by him, he will jump off his horse and run to him with a smile and say a few words, waiting for the person in front to run far away. Only then excitedly chased after him.

Sometimes the elders who teach spells observe their progress in cultivation, but he is never willing to settle down.If he was asked to hit the east end, he would definitely hit the west end, playing tricks on the elders who taught him.Their Sirius tribe has always had few rules and disciplines. Most of the teenagers in the tribe are restless. A group of people play together. If anyone seems to be independent, he will often become the object of everyone's dislike.Like him, although he bears the name of the son of the devil, but he has never been seen by his father, and he has never played with everyone, he is such a person who wants to be annoying everywhere.Sometimes in the competition of spells, someone will accidentally throw the attacking spell in the direction where he is sitting. Whenever this time, Fan Li will always run over angrily, protect him behind him, and then angrily Find that person to settle accounts.

He always put on an innocent and dazed look at this time, and let him pull him aside, quietly set up a protective barrier for him, and continued to rush towards the paddock with his sleeves rolled up.

Even though he was still tied to Qing Ling at that time, he had already untied the seal on Ling Shang by himself.That's why I often find it interesting that Fanli is carefully protecting him. Before that, his life has been bleak and dull, as if he finally found some fun after he met Fanli after leaving the Qinghan Cave.Seeing that he is always pouring tea for him habitually, pulling him around the obstacles on the road, protecting him is like protecting a glass that may break at any time.

Slowly, he began to feel that it would be nice to be blind.

Especially being a blind man who can see, watching him running around and taking care of himself has become his favorite thing to do every day.

Father Jun once told him in Qinghan Cave that no one in this world is trustworthy, and everyone will betray him one day for himself.He once believed in this deeply, but now he is a little shaken.Maybe there is really someone worthy of his trust, and maybe one day, he can tell Fan Li the whole truth.

He originally planned to enter the ninth floor with him. They could obtain the ancient magic weapon and lead the demon world together. They could have all of these together.

If it wasn't for the puppet appearing.

He chose to catch the puppet instead of him on the ninth floor. Perhaps from the beginning, he was just a younger brother who made him feel cumbersome, a dispensable existence.

Even a puppet, he is willing to fight to the death to protect each other, but he is unwilling to stand with him.

Qingzhu clenched his hands tightly, and the cool autumn wind poured into his body, as if to soak his whole body in the cold wind.

He said coldly to the attendants beside him:

"Seal this place and no one is allowed to enter."

After drinking away his followers, he went to Qinghan Cave alone again.

He has now set up a barrier in front of the cave, and there are heavy soldiers guarding outside the cave, which shows that this place is different.

Qingzhu walked into the cave, and the person chained to the wall heard the movement, and his body moved, and the iron chains on his body made a crisp impact sound, which echoed and amplified continuously in the narrow cave, which was particularly ear-piercing.

"How is father these days?"

Hearing the sound, the bound man raised his head to face him. The man's eyes were covered with a strip of white silk, but there were two pools of bright red blood in his eyes.

He didn't reply, but Qingzhu was not annoyed, and said to himself:

"I'm afraid it's not very comfortable." He clamped the man's chin, "The Qinghan Cave is really cold, even a child with such a chilly physique can't stand it, not to mention that the father's nature is fire, so life is better than death, right?"

"Your Highness..." Another person who was bound not far away said, "The Demon Lord is your close relative. Even though he was strict with His Highness when he was young, His Highness has already gouged out his eyes now, and he is in Qinghan again. He has been trapped in the cave for 100 years, please let him go."

Qingzhu turned her head and smiled at the other person, as if she was a close friend who had known each other for many years.

"General Qiangjue, I almost forgot, the general mentioned me a lot before."

He walked slowly in front of Qiang Jue, but suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed his throat.

"Uh……"

"The grievances between General Qiang Jue and I have not been settled yet, so you want to intercede for my father?"

"Your Highness... If your Highness has any resentment in your heart, even if you kill me, every injury your Highness suffered was caused by Qiang Jue. Everything the Demon Lord did was to make His Highness stronger. Please don't hold grudges, Your Highness." he."

Qingzhu turned to look at the other person beside him.

"Father's subordinates are going to die for you, so father has nothing to say?"

The man sighed heavily, and then said:

"What exactly do you want?"

The tension in Qiang Jue's throat suddenly loosened.

"I won't kill you. If you die, how lonely father must be in this cold cave."

He turned to the person next to him.

"Did your father say so?"

"If you really hate me so much, you might as well kill me," the devil paused, and said in a dark voice, "but so what if you kill me, Fan Li has long been in ecstasy, and you forced him to death yourself .”

The smile on Qing Zhu's face disappeared, as if someone had poked the most hidden wound, his expression suddenly became gloomy and terrifying.

"It was you who forced him to death, it was you who drove him to a dead end step by step." Qing Zhu said.

The devil suddenly laughed, and looked at the green bamboo with his gouged out eyes, like two abysses about to drown people.

"Is it me? You were the one who lied to him, you were the one who killed that puppet, you were the one who took everything away from him, and you were the one who forced him to Qingyuan in the end. Ri has become a fierce ghost and evil god, if he wants to seek revenge, who do you think he will look for?"

Qingzhu took a step back unconsciously, her clenched hands trembling slightly due to too much force.

"Qingzhu, you are the magic star of the ancient gods, why are you bound by these useless emotions? I told you a long time ago, only by being ruthless and desireless can you become powerful. You kill Fanli, or It doesn't matter to me, only in this way can you break free from the restraint of power, and the thousands of creatures in the Three Realms can truly be used by you."

Qingzhu grabbed his throat, roughly pulled his body towards her, and said through gritted teeth:

"Father wants to rule the Three Realms so much, why doesn't he come by himself? Why drag us into the water?"

"You were chosen by destiny, do you think you can escape?"

"Destiny..." Qingzhu lowered her head and laughed suddenly, "Does Father really think that he can see through all destiny?"

He seemed to have finally found a place where he could attack him wantonly, his face distorted with self-satisfaction.

"Did you ever hesitate when you chose to abandon A Li? The Chengtian halberd that A Li transformed into at the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heavens. After thinking about it for so long in this cold cave, have you figured it out?"

"You brought him in, right... Otherwise, how could he find it."

"Even if I showed him the way, the one who pulled out the Chengtian halberd was himself."

The devil's expressionless face, which was as cold as ice all year round, twitched almost invisibly, as if a crack had been knocked open by someone.

"Father, have you figured it out?"

Qingzhu still asked aggressively:

"What my father gave up may be the ancient divine power that I have been thinking about..."

"Impossible... When he was born, I clearly found nothing... Impossible..."

Qingzhu distanced himself from him, looked down at the person in front of him with satisfaction, the frost in his eyes seemed to seal up that touch of azure blue in the coldness of the cold cave.

"Father is in this cave, think about it slowly."