Ask with the devil [Xiu Xian]

After making a promise with the demon lord, Ji Linchuan turned around and walked into the lake, heading towards the giant waterfall.

Flying in the air is forbidden here, and no magic weapon can be used, and one has to wade through the water step by step, and the lake is so cold that it reaches waist, Ji Linchuan has a hard time walking.

Fortunately, when the Tao was pouring down, a lot of Tao had overflowed into this space, and there were not many remaining Tao in the lake. Ji Linchuan got used to a few steps, and walked faster and faster.

He didn't turn his head, so he didn't see it, a black air came from behind, entangled in his hair.

The closer to the waterfall, the denser the path and the more unfathomable the water in the pool.

Ji Linchuan had no choice but to walk on the water, his brows furrowed slightly.His fingertips slid in the void, as if he was calculating something, with pure white flames flickering in his eyes, a little confusion and hesitation gradually appeared on his face.

Immediately, he closed his eyes and entered the giant waterfall hanging from the endless sky.

The devil is walking.

He walked in the endless and vast prison, walked past the stone pillars supporting the heaven and earth, and touched the thin lines on it.

He never had the time to do this in the past.

The way of life tracing is completely different from him, so it is completely impossible to find the way of liberation.

It's just that everything he did and touched today is where Ji Linchuan stayed in the past, and there are still many scratches left by spiritual energy on the ground.

As powerful as a demon lord, he no longer needs to learn from others, he just wants to use this to see what the other party is obsessed with.

It is caused by idleness, and it is also caused by selfishness.

He walked for a long time and looked at it for a long time, but probably because he was a demon himself, he always felt a bit boring, so he leaned on the stone pillar and couldn't help but think about the man's face.

As the devil lord, it's not that he has never seen a more outstanding face than that person, he has seen all the charming, charming, elegant, cute and well-behaved faces.

There are many, many, all of which are the dust in the palm of his hand. Once pinched, it will be scattered with the wind, leaving no trace.

only……

just.

The demon lord let out a low laugh.

There seems to be only one person who can make him feel happy just watching quietly.

Suddenly, his laughter stopped.

Wild devil energy surged in this space, and as soon as he moved, he appeared in the center of this world in an instant.

The wisp of spirit that he had quietly placed on Ji Linchuan's hair disappeared.

For Ji Linchuan, the initial investigation of the ban was actually very smooth.

Everything is as he thought, the Tao in this space actually has rules to follow.

This hidden law came to him when he studied the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine stone pillars, until he fell into the waterfall alone, and the endless way descended from the sky, just like the enlightenment, all the confusions in the past were solved one by one .

As his comprehension of the principles of the Tao increased steadily, he gradually realized that the Tao of the gods was just like this seamless space, perfect and without flaws.

Unless you break the way with strength, it is absolutely difficult to crack.

But what kind of mighty power in this world can break the predicament set by the gods with their lives?Even if the demon lord wears away for hundreds of millions of years, it only wears away one-tenth of his power.

If he can inherit this power... He used the profound kung fu in his body to try it out, but unexpectedly he actually refined part of the power of Taoism.

It's refining, rather than saying that these forces poured into his body actively, and when his consciousness was wrong, he couldn't stop it.

The feeling of growing strength is as if a person is floating in the clouds, and the surroundings are rising higher and higher, but there is no fulcrum under the feet.

At the same time, there seemed to be some vague picture flashing in my mind, like a chaotic sky, followed by a dazzling clear light and muddy darkness.

wrong!

Ji Linchuan bit the tip of his tongue and woke up from the illusion. There were no clouds under his feet. They were clearly blood-colored vines, wrapped around his ankles, and sank into the texture.

He was dragged by the vines into a dreamy and blurred water, sinking and sinking, just like he was forced into the boundary river by Lu Sha many years ago, and was washed down the endless abyss, sinking.

The light was fading, and he tried to struggle, so his hands were also entangled by bloody vines.

They were sunk deep into the texture of the wrist, as if they had grown together with his wrist.

The strength in his body was still growing, and the pictures flying in his mind kept flying, Ji Linchuan gritted his teeth with a pale face, and said to himself, that was not his memory, so don't be confused.

It really wasn't his memory.

That was the memory of Immortal Emperor Yuan.

When the demon lord rushed into the bottom of the lake, he saw only a blood cocoon, but from a close look, there were countless thin blood-colored vines, twisting and scrambling to squeeze into the cocoon.

Those vines all grew from the smooth bottom of the lake, seeping into people for no reason.

The demon lord snorted coldly, stepped forward, and stretched out his hand to pick it up without using a weapon. The body condensed by the too pure demonic energy seemed to be the natural nemesis of those vines. Whenever they touched those vines, they would Will wither and fall.

It's just that he himself is not feeling well.

The bottom of the lake filled with the power of the opposite law seems to be his forbidden area, and his devilish energy and original power are being silently worn away.

But he didn't regret it at all, he just kept moving his hands.

After a while, he pulled the cocoon away and saw the sleeping person inside.

The man's clothes had been ruined by those vines, and there were many small wounds on his slender body, and there were blood vines trapped in the part of his back that had not been pulled apart.

The demon master stretched out his hand to lift him out of the cocoon, and brushed away the vines behind him. He looked around, with a low but serious voice: "I was not afraid of him when Su Ming was alive. Now that he has passed away, you wait for mere evil thoughts. People who dare to touch me?"

At the bottom of the silent lake, a shadow suddenly passed across.

He turned a blind eye, just looked down at the person in his arms, "If I had known this, I shouldn't have let you down."

At this moment, the person in the arms suddenly opened his eyes.

There was a little silver in the black pupils, he looked at the devil quietly, and suddenly said: "Mingyuan, you are not dead."