Eldest brother became paranoid after being possessed

"Master~" Ling Yin saw Yan Luofei, and ran towards him excitedly, but she tripped over her too long trouser legs after only two steps, and fell to the ground with a sound of "Oops", just at Yan Luofei's feet.

Yan Luofei looked down at him, said nothing, and turned to the man behind him.

It was a cold-looking man with long, flawless white hair.

At this time, he was kneeling silently on the ground, the left half of his body, the entire arm disappeared without a trace, and only the thigh remained on the leg, without the calf, which was very severely mutilated.

Fortunately, his face is still intact. Although his expression is cold, the outline of his face is very soft. Compared with "handsome", "beautiful" may be a more appropriate description.

It's just that his left eye is much lighter than his right eye.

The right eye is azure blue, the left eye is only a layer of light blue, and the pupil is motionless, like a useless decoration.

"Bingxian." Yan Luofei called out tentatively, flew over Ling Yin who was on the ground, came to the man and squatted down, pressed one hand on his chest, and injected his magic power.

The Blood Pact was awakened, but Bingxian's injuries showed no signs of recovering.

"Master, don't waste your efforts." Bingxian said suddenly, her voice was as cold as her expression, and no emotion could be heard.

He raised his intact right hand and grabbed Yan Luofei's wrist: "My body is no longer complete, no matter how the master repairs it, I will never return to my original appearance."

"Why did this happen?! Who did it?!" Yan Luofei looked at Bing Xian's empty sleeves, frowned slightly, feeling extremely distressed.

Before falling into the devil, he used the two magic weapons most often, one was the Demon Subduing Fan, and the other was the Broken Array Qin.

Although after falling into the devil, because he doesn't rely on magic weapons so much, he treats all magic weapons equally.

But the position of Liao Xin and Bing Xian in his heart is still irreplaceable.

At this time, Jin Wuchen flew down.

Originally wanted to see if Ling Yin would cling to Yan Luofei again, but he didn't expect to see such a "broken" handsome man, and couldn't help but be taken aback: "Can't it be repaired?"

It was Feng Chiyu who followed him who answered him: "If a part of the body is missing, it needs to be refined again. But if the spiritual consciousness will be affected by re-refining, no one can say for sure."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Luofei gently hugged Bing Xian horizontally, then turned and walked up the steps: "I'll carry you up, there are too many things I want to ask you."

Bingxian let out an "um", and relaxed her whole body, letting Yan Luofei manipulate her.

He didn't expect to see his master again in his lifetime, and he was excited and emotional in his heart, but he didn't show anything on his face.

Ling Yin looked at Yan Luofei's back, feeling so depressed...

But in the end, he could only catch up with Yan Luofei holding his breath.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he went up two flights of stairs, Yan Luofei said without looking back: "Ling Yin, didn't I ask you to find Dingkun pen and Xuanshu chess?"

"Master, you're blaming me for this." Ling Yin was aggrieved, "I've searched all over the human world, and I've searched everywhere in the cultivation world, but...how can I find things that have disappeared from this world? "

Hearing this sentence, Yan Luofei stopped her steps, and a surge of anger and deep resentment rose in her heart, but because she didn't know who she should resent, and because she was holding Bingxian in her arms, in the end, He didn't do anything, but his voice was much colder when he spoke again: "Can you see Jieying and Yuxi?"

"I see it." Ling Yin responded, "I also saw some other magic weapons, let them help to find them together, but their efficiency is too low, not as useful to me as ordinary people, so I didn't go with them."

Yan Luofei: "Call them back, all of them."

Ling Yin: "..."

"They're useless." After Yan Luofei finished speaking, she stopped talking and flew to the main hall.

Jin Wuchen frowned and had to follow.

But he had only climbed two steps when a bluish-blue light cluster flew in front of his eyes.

He froze for a moment, and poured his own spiritual power into the light ball. After a while, the light ball unfolded, and a letter appeared.

[Deputy Sect Leader: The Sect Master wants you to return to Tianyang Immortal Sect to meet him quickly, it's over. 】

After reading the letter, Jin Wuchen raised his hand to erase the letter, with no expression on his face, but a burst of irritability in his heart.

He realized that he didn't want to go back.

But the master's order had to be obeyed, so he could only say to Feng Chiyu without turning his head: "Master Feng, please tell the senior brother for me, I will go back to Tianyang Immortal Gate once, and I will come back immediately. The head of Laofeng has taken care of the elder brother for me."

"What are you going back for?" Feng Chiyu frowned, feeling that no one in this world could take care of Yan Luofei except Jin Wuchen, and he didn't want to take this hot potato.

"Master called me back, I have to go back." Jin Wuchen responded, summoned a sword from the universe in his sleeve, stepped on the sword, and looked down at Feng Chiyu on the ground, "If you can't appease me Eldest senior brother, he said, as long as he obediently waits for me to come back, I will take him."

After all, he didn't give Feng Chiyu a chance to respond at all, Yu Jian flew towards Tianyang Immortal Gate.

Feng Chiyu was dumbfounded.

Ah... are people from Tianyang Immortal Sect so straightforward?

Before he could react, a blue light fell, and when he was about to hit the ground, a human figure appeared, it was Lan Xi.

He bowed to Feng Chiyu, and said lightly: "Master Feng, I will help you to stabilize the master on behalf of Immortal Wuchen, and please rest assured."

Feng Chiyu sighed, now he wanted to stand still: "Forget it, Pindao will do his best."

Yan Luofei carried Bing Xian all the way into the apse, carried him to the bed, and touched his mutilated body with his fingers, still couldn't stop feeling distressed.

His magic weapon shares the Golden Core Stage cultivation with him, not to mention in the human world, he can also walk sideways in the cultivation world, and the injury like this is probably because of the great battle 50 years ago.

Yan Luofei thought of the 50 years he had been trapped in the turbulent flow of demonic energy. Fortunately, he was a weapon cultivator and could refine his body. If it wasn't for this, living with a crippled body would be better than dying.

But Bingxian, he has spent a full 50 years with this mutilated body.

"Master, please don't be sad for me." Bingxian lay on the bed with her whole body relaxed. When she spoke, her eyes did not look at Yan Luofei, but at the ceiling, "This is the injury caused by the battle. I used to protect the master as a magic weapon." So I don’t regret it, I don’t feel pain, and I’m glad that I survived and reunited with my master.”

Yan Luofei pursed her lower lip: "I'll make you a prosthesis later, so that you can move freely."

Bingxian froze for a moment, she didn't expect Yan Luofei to say such a thing.

Even in the face of Yan Luofei who has no fallen demons, Bing Xian feels that her ending will not be any better.

Or, go back and remake, become a brand new, complete him, but he will no longer be him.

Or, it will be left in the sleeve forever, and it is the master's greatest kindness not to destroy it.

But the master actually said that he wanted to make a prosthesis for him?

"Master, the prosthesis can't repair my body, my strings are broken, and I can no longer fight for the master..."

"If I want a magic weapon to break through the formation and kill the enemy, I need to refine another one. I want to save you."

Yan Luofei casually said something that made Bingxian's emotions fluctuate. After he finished speaking, he asked the question he wanted to know the most right now without waiting for Bingxian's response. , What happened 50 years ago? Where are Dingkun Pen and Xuanshuqi?"

"The master has lost his memory..." Bingxian suddenly said, "It seems that the master has not had a good life these years."

"Don't mention what happened in 50 years." Yan Luofei didn't want to recall at all, "I just want to know what happened 50 years ago?"

"Dingkun pen and Xuanshu chess." Bingxian decided to answer this question first, "If I hadn't been crushed by the demon king, maybe I would have been like them, in order to protect the master from entering the turbulent flow of demonic energy..."

"What?" Yan Luofei was stunned for a moment, without any impression of this matter.

"Has the master even forgotten the turbulent flow of demonic energy?" Bingxian misunderstood Yan Luofei's doubts and explained, "Fifty years ago, the Demon Lord was born, trying to kill all human beings and occupy the human world. At the end, the qi of immortals and demons intertwined with each other, causing the turbulent flow of demonic qi."

After a pause, he went on to say: "Before that, the turbulent flow of demonic energy only existed in legends, it was a space that could tear everything apart, no one knew how it was formed, only the people who were involved, whether it was gods or Demons are bound to die, so the turbulent flow of demon energy is also called the entrance to hell."

"Although it is called the turbulent flow of devil qi, not only the devil qi flows there at high speed, but also immortal qi, evil spirit, resentment, and death qi. The reason why it is called the turbulent flow of devil qi is only because the cultivators feel that it is very Unknown, unknown things are usually given the name of demons, but they don’t know that it is also a disaster for demons.”

"Others don't know this, they think it's the power of the Demon Lord, and only the master is afraid of that thing when he finds out the Demon Lord."

"So the master desperately pushed the demon into it..."

Following Bingxian's words, Yan Luofei's memory that had been chaotic all along suddenly became clear.

When the turbulent flow of demonic energy formed, the cultivation world suffered heavy casualties and corpses littered the field, and there was no one left to fight.

When Mozun attacked him, Bingxian ignored his orders and blocked the blow for him, and the snow-colored piano body shattered on the spot.

It wasn't just Bingxian, too many magic weapons died for him in that battle, which made him feel sad and angry at the same time.

Why do you have to come out to die? !

Are you crazy? !

Originally Yan Luofei didn't want to die, he promised Jin Wuchen to go back alive, he didn't want Jin Wuchen to show disappointment and sadness after knowing the news of his death.

However, after sacrificing so many magic weapons, he couldn't maintain his composure.

In addition, as an assistant fighting in the rear, he watched the monks in front of him die one by one, the feeling of powerlessness, and the collapse of being forced into a desperate situation, now he recalls, even The soul aches for it.

Therefore, after discovering the existence of the turbulent flow of demonic energy, his brain became hot, and he rushed directly towards the Demon Lord, wanting to use the turbulent flow of demonic energy to die with him!

But the Demon Lord's strength is too strong, he is still a little bit close, he can push him in a little bit, but he can't do it.

He could only do his best to block the Demon Lord's actions, and shouted to his fellow disciples: "Help me! I can't hold on any longer! Help me!!!"

So, the moment before being completely involved in the turbulent flow of demonic energy, what Yan Luofei saw was the sword from the same door.

It turned out that the strong emotion he felt at that time was not the hatred for his fellow disciples, but the powerlessness and grief for the excessive sacrifice.

After that, his world was completely plunged into darkness, and he suffered the severe pain of being torn apart from body and soul all the time.

Why on earth did he want to retrieve this memory?

After recovering this memory, he discovered that the reason for his amnesia was not the sequelae of the fallen demon, but that he himself wanted to forget.

He didn't want to face that memory.

What he doesn't want to face is not the truth about being involved in the turbulent flow of devilish energy, but what he saw before he was involved in the turbulent flow of devilish energy.

The death of a monk, the death of a colleague, the death of a magic weapon.

Grief, anger, powerlessness, despair...

Why do you want to find such a memory? !

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Powerful devilish energy erupted from Yan Luofei's body, and swept away around him centered on him.

Bingxian closed her eyes, calmly enduring the pressure from Yan Luofei.

The Busha outside the house was completely blown away by the powerful airflow, and after flipping twice in the air, it landed on one knee with difficulty.

Even Feng Chiyu and Lan Xi, who were still on the steps, were forced back several steps by this powerful force.

Especially Lan Xi, who slipped down the steps without standing still, and fell directly to the foot of the mountain, and then lay on his back on the ground, looking at the suddenly darkening sky and lost his mind for a while.

What does it mean for a demon in the demon infant stage to release all his demon energy?

This is declaring war on the entire cultivation world...

Lanxi knew that Yan Luofei didn't mean that, but how would the cultivation world deal with a demon who couldn't even control his own demon energy?

After adapting to the strong pressure, Lan Xi got up from the ground, turned around and looked at the direction where Jin Wuchen was leaving, and pursed her lower lip.

Immortal Wuchen entrusted him with the task of taking care of Yan Luofei, but he might not be able to complete it.

That day, the entire comprehension world felt Yan Luofei's powerful demon energy, shaking the whole world.

That day, the monks and demon cultivators in the human world also felt this demonic energy. The monks were waiting in full force, and the demon cultivators were ecstatic.

That day, all of Yan Luofei's magic weapons, including Liao Xin, were forcibly awakened from the blood deeds in his body, and he had to respond to his master's call.

Liao Xin sat on the high roof, propped his head on one hand, and shook his head helplessly: "It's still not comparable... Forget it, I can't beat it, I still have my hue to sell."

On the other side, Li Xuanlin's master opened his eyes, pursed his lower lip, and sighed faintly: "It's time to come, but it's here..."

After Yan Luofei released her devilish energy like a catharsis, she knelt down beside Bingxian's bed, raised her hand to cover one of her eyes, and the other eye was filled with tears.

Memories can be retrieved easily, but the grief carried in those memories is not something he can easily bear.

It turns out that whatever you say you want Jin Wuchen is an excuse!What he really wants is to escape this painful memory...

At this moment, a white light came out from his sleeve, and turned into a human form beside him.

Even though he was staying in his sleeves, Yun Lin felt Yan Luofei's emotional fluctuations, which made him unable to sleep, so he crawled out.

After he came out, he first glanced at the ice strings on the bed, then turned his gaze to Yan Luofei who was kneeling by the bed, knelt down beside him, and put his arms around his body: "Master, don't cry, if you are unhappy, go to sleep Enough."

Yan Luofei didn't respond.

Yun Lin sighed helplessly, leaned closer to his face, and kissed him lightly on the face: "No matter what happens, Yun Lin likes master the most~ so master must be good."

After finishing speaking, he yawned lazily, stood up again, rubbed his eyes and turned to look outside the hall: "Xiaosha."

Busha walked in, looked at him in shock, not knowing what happened just now: "... Yun Lin?"

"No matter how big or small, call me Brother Yun Lin." Yun Lin yawned again, he really didn't want to stay in Yan Luofei's sleeve for a long time, but now, he has something to do, " The master lost control of his emotions and caused the demonic energy to lose control, we have to prepare for the battle between immortals and demons. You protect the master personally, and I will go and bring back all his magic weapons."

"Bring it back?" I was still a little confused if I didn't kill him.

Yun Lin walked to his side, touched his head, and smiled lazily: "Don't forget, I am a space stone."

After all, he disappeared in place, and he didn't know which magic weapon to pick up first.