Ask with the devil [Xiu Xian]

Ji Linchuan's complexion was very pale, and a pair of jet-black eyes were like sparkling water, as if they were about to shatter when the wind blows, but they were calm, steady and indestructible.

Such him is heartbreaking.

The Demon Lord was almost about to agree to his request, but he was still unwilling to ask: "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

Ji Linchuan didn't hesitate, but the devil did.

From a selfish point of view, he didn't want Ji Linchuan to embark on such a path. Not only would the road lead to no results, but he might also involve the other party in his entirety.

He was reluctant.

It's just cultivating Taoism and cultivating here and there, but in the end, what he cultivates is only his original heart. If he forcibly stops it, causing Ji Linchuan's original heart to be hindered, the other party may still hate him in the future.

Hate is a good word, which can make a person's heart full of another person.

But it is also a bad word, which can make a person spend countless time and effort at any cost, and it is difficult to reverse this hatred and fill it with what he wants.

That's all.The devil thought with a little helplessness and connivance.

If Ji Linchuan wants to go ashore, he will wait on the shore. If Ji Linchuan wants to return to heaven, he will accompany him to return to heaven. The elm can still bloom, and the water can flow again. And his time is endless, so why worry about waiting.

After all, it is necessary to protect this person more.

Thinking of this, he took out the bit of inspiration left by Lu Sha and spread it in his palm.

The inspiration lost its restraint, as if attracted by something, it floated unsteadily to the center of Ji Linchuan's eyebrows, and then penetrated.

The demon master saw the young man close his eyes, only for a moment, then opened them again, his eyes were cold and clear.

This absorption speed was too fast, and Guan Ji Linchuan's expression didn't seem to be affected at all.

"How?" The Demon Lord couldn't help but speak.

"The power of the soul seems to have grown a lot, but other than that, there seems to be no other changes." Ji Linchuan said, "I don't seem to be awake, and I can't perceive the existence of other people."

The Demon Lord was silent, his eyes were deep, as if he wanted to see him through.

After a while, he said lightly: "Maybe it's because you don't want to wake up, or maybe it's because you didn't absorb enough, or maybe..."

He didn't continue talking, but changed the subject: "Chi Yantian and Wangyoutian, where do you want to go first?"

Ji Linchuan shook his head slightly, "I know senior's good intentions, but the struggle for the way will ultimately depend on myself. I have already taken care of the cause and effect this time, and in the future I will personally carry the sword, kill for nine days, and lead the enemy to be the leader."

The devil said: "But if you don't look for trouble, trouble will come to you."

Ji Linchuan said: "Then the soldiers will come to block it, and the water will come to cover it with soil."

The demon lord looked at him for a while, then chuckled lightly: "It's up to you."

At this point in the conversation, the two turned around and were about to leave when Ji Linchuan suddenly focused his eyes and saw many monuments standing on the cliff not far away, which seemed to be newly erected after the collapse of the sect, so they were not stained with blood.

He walked over, his eyes swept over the messy stone tablets one by one, and he glanced at a stone tablet engraved with "the tomb of Ling Tianyi and Xie Lan's husband and wife", his hands trembled, and he sighed softly: "Yu Chen..."

These two were Ling Yuchen's parents, and they also suffered from this innocent disaster.

Ji Linchuan looked all over the stele, but he didn't see Ling Yuchen's name, so he turned his head and said, "If senior can see all the scenery on the long river of time, can you take a look for me, and who built these tombs in the first place?"

The devil said: "What's so difficult about this?"

He stretched out his hand, and the scene from that year reappeared in front of his eyes.

It was also dusk, and the wind was rustling, but I saw a tall and tall man half kneeling on the ground, dressed in black clothes, with white hair like snow.

He buried the engraved steles one by one in the soil, bowed down and kowtowed, and poured wine as a sacrifice.

After finishing everything, he held the long sword beside him, stood up and turned his head, as if he was looking at the dilapidated and collapsed palace.

Ji Linchuan was very familiar with his handsome and sharp face.It's just that his expression was frozen and cold, his eyes were no longer sharp, but deep and deep, as if he had buried all the hatred in his heart.

Ling Yuchen is not dead!

Ji Linchuan's tone was a little anxious: "Senior, do you know where this person is now?"

Seeing his eagerness, the Demon Lord felt a little uncomfortable, and he said lightly: "Someone who has stepped on the shore has covered up his secret. If my strength is intact, I can still calculate his trace, but now I can't."

Ji Linchuan didn't know that the price he paid for leaving the endless abyss was very high.

Not only did half of the soul and the entire demon body remain under the abyss, but even the part of the soul that rushed out was severely injured.

Otherwise, why would he say that he would take Ji Linchuan to the nine heavens, as long as his mind turns, he can kill people invisible.

Even the so-called Tianzun is not his all-in-one enemy!

"Really." Ji Linchuan fell silent again, and the light in his eyes also fell silent. The Demon Lord figured out his expression, and knew that he was not disappointed, but just used to keep everything in his heart.

"If you really want to find him, I'll help you pay more attention—" said the devil, "as long as he reveals a trace of aura in this world, he will never escape my perception."

"Please trouble senior." Ji Linchuan sighed softly, not wanting to stay in this bloody place anymore, bowed to the tombstones all over the floor, and then went down the mountain and stepped on his sword.

The demon lord has quietly stood behind him, standing on the sword with him, leaning over and whispering in his ear: "You haven't told me where you are going next."

Ji Linchuan's face was ice-white and indifferent, but there was a hint of pain in his eyes. He said, "Although I have already guessed the result...but I have to see the life and death of some people in person to confirm."

The demon lord gave an indifferent "hmm".

Seeing is karma, and karma is cause and effect, but I don’t want to pretend I don’t know it, and I have to go my own way and bear it with all my strength... In the end, it’s you, Linchuan.

If you don't want to use other people's hands to complete the karma, then I will let you, protect you, and follow you for ten to a hundred years, thousands of years, to support you when you are tired, and to help you in times of crisis.

After thinking about it, he couldn't help wrapping the young man in his arms with both arms, and said in his mouth: "The sky is high and the wind is fast, what you see and what you see may not be controlled by you, are you afraid?"

Maybe it was because he was familiar with the demon lord's breath, maybe he was familiar with the body he occupied, or maybe he didn't care, Ji Linchuan didn't move at all, just said: "I'm afraid."

The Demon Lord was slightly surprised, and heard Ji Linchuan say: "I'm just afraid, but I can't help but watch it. And since I saw it, I can't help but fight."

Afraid of seeing a bloody ending, but in order to change this ending, there will inevitably be a fight for the top position on the road.

Ji Linchuan had an extremely cold temperament, and it was extremely rare for him to say the words 'fear' and 'struggle'.

After hearing this, the Demon Lord felt distressed, and wanted to blurt out "I will fight for you", but in the end he just sighed: "You are right...very good."

Holding his arms tighter, he said, "No matter what, I will accompany you."

He stood behind Ji Linchuan, so he didn't see it. When he said this, the soft look on the young man's face flashed away, just like the clouds disappearing after the rain, and the snow melting into ice.