Ask with the devil [Xiu Xian]

In the world of heaven and spirit, if you ask the name of the most terrifying monk in the world, I am afraid that [-]% of the people will categorically say that it is the Demon Lord, but [-]% of the people will not be able to tell the real name of the Demon Lord.

The origin of the demon king is too mysterious, and the time he has been at the peak of this world is too long. A lot of the past has dissipated in the long river of time, including his name. The only known thing is that he was the most amazing talent 5000 years ago This genius, who reached the Mahayana stage early on, could soar up with just one thought, but somehow stayed in the world until today.

But many times, what the world thinks is not entirely true.

Ninth level of the Demon Realm, the Dark Demon Palace.

The Mozun sat lazily on the high seat, stroking the long sword in his hand with his fingertips, his expression full of tenderness.

For this magical weapon that has been tempered for a long time, he is very fond of it in his heart.

He has been preparing for nearly a thousand years to refine this sword.

A few months ago, he retrieved the last spiritual object from outside the territory. He wanted to start refining it immediately, but when he passed by the periphery of the Demon Realm, he met a young Daoxiu who fell to the ground covered in blood.

With just one glance, he looked exactly like the person in his memory.

Up close it's completely different.

The young Daoxiu's facial features are clear and handsome, like the snow and ice in the distant mountains, and the moon in the sky, but the only thing missing is the gentleness of still water flowing deep and calm.

He suddenly lost interest, but he still brought this person back.During the period, it was discovered that it was an innate Taoist body that was rare in ten thousand years, and it was also a good container for the sword he wanted to practice, which was a pleasant surprise.

Everyone in the world said that he didn't want to ascend, but only he knew that it wasn't that he didn't want to, but that he couldn't.

If you have an obsession in your heart, how can you talk about becoming a fairy?

His emotions and desires have long been wiped out in thousands of years of silence, but in the future, there are still tens of thousands of years to waste.

And the young Daoist who was refined into a sword by him is nothing more than a plaything for him to kill this long time.

He likes to watch Ji Linchuan's indifferent expression melt in front of him, and then take on the moving color of desire, enjoying the pleasure of completely controlling his body in the palm of his hand, watching him struggle but never be able to get relief.

Only complete control can make him feel at ease.

The scabbard world.

Ji Linchuan was immersed in the darkness.

He couldn't move, couldn't perceive the passage of time, and couldn't even feel his own heartbeat and pulse because he was already inhuman.

No light, no sound, nothing.

Only I have been practicing silently for dozens of years in Shangxuanxianzong, circulating in my soul.

Those faint memories were slowly scattered under constant pursuit, and the picture gradually turned into a gloomy gray, but the memory of being raped and humiliated in the Demon Realm in the last two months became more and more vivid.

He felt the silent darkness around him, but the scene of the Demon Venerable bending his legs forcibly and wantonly masturbating him with that giant that was different from ordinary people appeared in his mind.

He struggled and resisted, but it seemed that he would never be able to escape that person's palm. Just a casual order could force him to abandon his self-esteem and pride, and open up his body to flatter him.

The deep fear of that person is branded in the bottom of my heart in the powerful impact of this memory again and again, getting deeper and deeper, indelible...

Why not surrender?

That person has controlled his wealth, life, soul and body, and all resistance is futile. Since he has transformed into a magic sword and recognizes it as his master, why cling to his former identity and try to escape?

It's better to be a magic sword in that person's hand with peace of mind, let him completely control it, and present this body for him to play with for fun. After all, this is the property of that person, isn't it?

Why resist, it's just asking for trouble, it's extremely stupid...

In the darkness, all of Ji Linchuan's thoughts were deliberately directed in the same direction - surrender.

Surrender to the devil, sink into the darkness, enjoy the beauty of eternal life, indulge the desire to kill...

Ji Linchuan's ambiguous mind was induced by the magic sound from the bottom of his heart to fall continuously, falling into a deeper darkness.The voice was speaking faster and faster, as if forcing him to make a choice.

Is it the choice to surrender, or the never-ending pain?

"No..." Ji Linchuan instinctively resisted the mysterious magic sound that penetrated into the soul and seemed to be everywhere, but his gradually weakened spirit gradually lost the ability to resist, and he could hardly help but agree, in order to find Brief relief.

But in a trance, the scene when he first entered Taoism flashed in his mind like lightning.

On the top of the lonely snow-capped mountain, when he was young, he sat cross-legged silently, the cold wind blew the blue and white Taoist robe, and snowflakes fell on his shoulders.As the true energy flowed, his physique, which was born in harmony with the Tao, allowed him to see through the vast world and see a corner of the mysterious and incomparable avenue.

Just this one glance made his heart tremble and he couldn't extricate himself from it.

The vast and boundless avenue of heaven and earth opened its arms to him, allowing him, as a monk in the foundation-building period, to experience in advance the realm of "harmony" that is difficult for even a monk who has crossed the catastrophe.

As you hear the news, you can die in the evening.

His great wish in this life is to climb to the top and realize the true meaning of Dao, not to become a magic sword in that person's hand and sink into this body and heart.

Even if he is deeply trapped in the devil's den and cannot help himself in everything, he should never abandon his heart to the Tao!

At the moment when he was able to overcome the demonic thoughts, the disturbing demonic sound in his soul stopped.But the peace he got was only for a moment, and then what swept over him was extremely intense pain that burned his soul!

Surrender, or endless pain.

What the Mozun put down on the scabbard was a formation handed down from ancient times, specially used to torture people.

It's called Heart-eating Soul-Refining Formation.

Time passed like running water.

Ji Linchuan's soul had been burned for an unknown amount of time, and he had already forgotten the concept of time. During this period, he had a few breaks from the pain to see the light of day again, but was pulled out of the scabbard by the Mozun and rubbed it in his hand.

The Demon Lord's slender and powerful hand slowly slid across the blade while wiping the sword, but for him, it landed directly on the naked body, causing tremors.

But this tenderness lasted only for a moment, and when the devil got tired of it, he would be imprisoned back in the dark and silent scabbard, and endure the repeated torment of the heart-eating and soul-refining array.

No matter how powerful Ji Linchuan's soul is, it can't withstand the daily consumption. If this continues, it won't take long for him to lose his sanity, completely lose his sanity, let alone escape for revenge.

So when Mozun took out the sword again, Ji Linchuan finally suppressed the deep hatred in his heart, controlled the sword body to tremble slightly, and tried his best to send out a thought of showing weakness.

Then, Ji Linchuan felt a pause from the hand caressing his body.

Then, he turned into a human again.

The gloomy palace is still in sight, and the blue will-o'-the-wisp floats silently.In the dimness, the Demon Lord's figure was not clear, but the demonic energy surrounding him was sharp and fierce, revealing an undisguised powerful terror.

Ji Linchuan was lying powerlessly on the ground, his black hair spread out, his exposed skin was in direct contact with the cold ground, and he shivered for a while, but his newly transformed body was stiff and sluggish, and he couldn't even stand up.

He raised his eyes to look at Mozun for a moment, then lowered his eyes silently, blocking the hatred in his eyes.

But Mozun leaned down and picked him up, saying: "...It took three years to learn to beg for mercy from me, you are quite good." His tone was not salty, it seemed to be praise, but it was more like sarcasm.

After all, he threw his body in his arms on the soft bed.

Ji Linchuan suddenly realized what the Demon Lord wanted to do, and a look of struggle appeared on his face.If he hadn't been imprisoned by the Demon Venerable, I'm afraid he would drag the Demon Venerable to his death in the next second.

But Mozun didn't move immediately as he thought, but reached out to pick up some strands of his long hair, and played with them casually.

"...Before, I wanted to give you a name," Mozun said slowly, "I've thought about it for a long time, and if I don't think so, I'll call you Liyuan, Wandering Li, Abyss of Abyss. Do you remember your new name?"

Ji Linchuan was shocked, and opened his mouth to speak, but was silenced by the Mozun.

"This is an order, don't say any more." Mozun's handsome face moved closer to him, with a deep indifference and danger in his eyes, "I have already said that Ji Linchuan has nothing to do with you."

Ji Linchuan's face became paler, and he nodded under his force.

Only then did Mozun let go of his confinement, and said with a low smile, "If you had learned to obey my orders early on, you wouldn't have to suffer so much for nothing. Alright, what else do you have to say now?"

Ji Linchuan had nothing to say.

Since it is futile to say anything, what is there to say?However, facing the demon lord's icy and implied command, he couldn't keep silent any longer, so he could only say in a hoarse voice: "Li Yuan... Thank you master for giving me the name."

Mozun patted his cheek and said, "You are so good."

He touched Ji Linchuan's eyes, and said casually: "I only wanted you to show people the appearance of a magic sword, and in this life you can only be transformed into a human form in front of me. But judging by your obedient performance today, you have an interesting idea .”

Mozun's hand moved down, and turned to rubbing Ji Linchuan's thin and seductive lips, his voice was low and seductive: "Come here, serve me well, and I will give you... the identity of a human being, how about it?"