Ask with the devil [Xiu Xian]

The scabbard world, in the inner palace.

Li Yuan is fully understanding the Tao above the imprint, and the flow of consciousness travels through the vicissitudes of the ages, breaking through countless karma and reincarnation, until reaching the original point between heaven and earth.

——Everything, from the beginning to the end, returns to chaos.

He thought a little, and suddenly entered an extremely mysterious realm.His consciousness is still confined to this narrow world, but it seems to transcend this world and reach a more lofty place.

He saw the birth and death of this world, the endless flow between the heaven and the earth, and the swaying of a divine fire in the chaotic land deep in nothingness.

Only then did he understand why the Dao on the gray mark was several times more complicated than the ordinary Dao, because it was a higher-level Dao beyond this world, or it could be called ——Chaos way!

And that gray-white flame was born in chaos, the purest chaos divine flame!

It was also at this moment that his comprehension of Dao Principles finally reached perfection.His mind was shaken, and he immediately began to refine this Chaos Divine Flame, but later found that even though he had seen through the essence of this flame, it was still difficult to completely refine it.

Gai Huo transcends the rules of this world, but he is located in this world, and his soul is still bound by the rules of this world, unable to jump out of this world.

It's no wonder that although the flame was close to him at first, it didn't allow him to refine it.

Just because the rules don't allow it.

Li Yuan thought hard for a long time, and suddenly remembered the birth of this fire that he had seen before.Tens of thousands of years ago, the monsters in the underworld exhausted all their possessions, condensed into a drop of Dao Ze blood, and fell into the Nine Nether Reincarnation Lotus. The ultimate magic energy collided with the purest spiritual energy to create chaos, and finally this was born. Wipe away the divine fire that is beyond this world.

This can prove that this Chaos Divine Flame is connected with this world, so it will take the initiative to leave the realm of nothingness and enter his inner mansion.

Since there is a connection, then...

Li Yuan thought for a moment and decided to give it a try.

Meanwhile, the outside world.

The day passed quickly.As night fell, the cold magic palace seemed even more silent, only the halo of the huge protective formation rising from the periphery, showing the terrifying power.

The Mozun was heading towards the forbidden area behind the mountain.

As he walked, he was thinking of that person in his heart, and his expression softened a little.

Thousands of years have passed, that person's appearance has become blurred, and I can only vaguely remember the snow-like white clothes, the indifferent look on his face, and the calm and gentleness when he treated those close to him.

——And, the bone-chilling indifference that the heart really possesses, the indifference that regards everything as nothing in order to seek the way of heaven.

That person was like a heavy shackle, the number has been tightly entwined around him, and gradually solidified into a twisted obsession buried in his heart, making him sink in longing, despair in pain, as if he had entered a magic barrier.

And he was indeed obsessed with it.

He recalled the scene when he first met that person.

At that time, it was the day when Xianzong accepted disciples, and that person, as a true disciple of the inner sect, came to preside over the selection.

At that time, he was still an ordinary mortal, squeezed among many waiting crowds, feeling sincere yearning and desire from the bottom of his heart for the power of cultivators to move mountains and fill seas.

However, when he raised his head, he was taken away by the man's demeanor.

With black hair and white clothes, he looks like a fairy, like snow and ice on a high mountain, which is beyond reach.

His admiration seems to have begun at that time.

Until later, he entered the same sect with that person and became that person's younger brother. This kind of admiration gradually evolved into an unspeakable passion. He wanted to get closer to that person and walk side by side with him, so he practiced desperately. Get close to that person day in and day out for various reasons.

It's just that no matter how hard he tried, that person's attitude towards him was still the same as before, and he devoted himself to cultivating the Tao, with the exception of one person - that was his second senior brother, Ji Yingchi.

There was always a kind of tacit understanding between that man and Ji Yingchi. Although he treated everyone equally, he was willing to spend time drinking tea with Ji Yingchi.

It was precisely because of this that he once hated Ji Yingchi very much, and was jealous that he could be so close to that person.

The pain he couldn't ask for was smoldering in his heart, and he even went to test that person, but the answer he got was disappointing. "Junior brother, you disappointed me very much" ended all his thoughts.

He once thought that he only had this life, and he might only be able to maintain such a relationship with that person, but unexpectedly, when a catastrophe struck, all his extravagant hopes really became extravagant hopes.

From then on, it was difficult to find any trace of that person.

How did that man die?

In the great catastrophe of heaven and earth, he sacrificed his life in exchange for the stability of the creatures in this world, but he offended the heaven and suffered a nine-fold thunder catastrophe. When he was seriously injured and dying, he was unable to escape, so he could only perish under the catastrophe.

Extremely ironic, but also extremely ridiculous.

The way of heaven is fair, why treat that person so harshly?

That is to say, from then on, he no longer believed in the way of heaven in this world, and no longer pursued what the cultivators pursued. He fell into the way of magic and practiced the law of gods. From then on, he went against the sky and acted recklessly until today .

For thousands of years, he tried to find that person's soul fragments in vain, and finally realized that he was blocked by the dark way of heaven, but the more he was blocked, he wanted to continue.

He wants to resurrect that person, even if he goes against the way of heaven.

He spent thousands of years collecting spiritual objects to refine them into a peerless magic sword, and sacrificed the innate Taoist body to carry the power of the magic weapon, so as to have the power to fight against the destiny.

He wants to use the Nine Nether Reincarnation Lotus as a guide to perform a soul summoning technique to recall that person's soul fragments. Even if doing so will surely touch the heavens, or even bring down thunder, he will not be afraid.

He just wanted to see that person again.

Holding the long sword in his hand, Mozun slowly walked into the forbidden area of ​​the Demon Palace, passed through the silent bamboo forest, and came to a place shrouded in a huge blood-colored formation.

The Jiuyou reincarnation lotus is placed in the center of the magic circle, with black and white petals stretched out.The moon hangs high, and is gradually covered by a shadow. The surrounding sultry air breeds, and endless ghostly air seeps out from the bottom. Everything is weird and chilling.

Li Chen has been waiting there for a long time.

He was dressed in red, with a slender figure, but his face was glamorous and enchanting, with a kind of beauty that would burn out his life, and would desperately fly moths into the flames.

Mozun knew that Li Chen's obsession with that person was also extremely deep.

Li Chen's life was saved by that person, and now he insists on repaying it, even if his mind and soul are gone.

"Brother Gu," Li Chen said softly, "You are late."

He looked up at the sky, "...soon, it's about to start."

As soon as the voice fell, the shadow completely covered the moon. The next moment, the blood-colored magic circle suddenly lit up, and countless ghosts and hostile energy poured into it, and there was the sound of ghosts crying. At the same time, the sky gathered clouds and thunder rang out.

The periphery of the Demon Realm.

Daoyan Zhenjun came here across the number domain.

He was wearing a Taoist robe with cloud patterns and was blown up by the wind, and the white hair tied up by the Taoist crown was flying behind him. There was a cold look on his handsome face. The induction caused his inner anger to boil, almost uncontrollable.

Gu Mingyuan, what a Gu Mingyuan, how dare he treat that person like this...

A fierce killing intent emerged from him, and the terrifying coercion of the monks in the Mahayana period swept across the sky of the Demon Realm, causing countless demon monks to be on guard in fear. Those with good information quickly guessed that it was Zhenjun Daoyan who had left the customs. His apprentice came looking for revenge, he couldn't help being frightened, and immediately avoided this mighty statue far away to avoid being affected by his anger.

Just as Zhenjun Daoyan flew all the way to the eighth level of the Demon Realm with his sword, he was greeted by several Demon Realm monks, who were ordered by the Demon Lord to come to obstruct him from the three major sects of the Demon Realm.

It is extremely difficult for a demon cultivator to break through the Mahayana stage, because the killing karma of contamination is so heavy that it is not tolerated by the heavens. Therefore, apart from the demon master, there is no second person in the demon realm who has reached the Mahayana stage.

These demon cultivators who came here are only in the tribulation period, but they have long been prepared, using the sect's magic weapon to form a formation, trapping Zhenjun Daoyan in it, in order to delay for a while.

Although it is not easy for the monks of the sorcerous way to overcome the tribulation, their strength is much stronger than that of the same level. Now that they have formations to rely on, they are more or less confident in blocking Zhenjun Daoyan.

Daoyan Zhenjun usually practiced in Shangxuan Xianzong, and his reputation was not obvious. The world only knew that his cultivation speed was extremely fast. He didn't even participate in the massive siege of the demon king hundreds of years ago.

Except for Feng Yang and the few others who knew its terrifying strength, the other immortal sects didn't know how powerful it was, let alone these demon cultivators.

They all underestimated Zhenjun Daoyan.

Seeing Zhenjun Daoyan frowning impatiently, he immediately unleashed his sword brazenly!

The sharp sword light pierced the sky, and the sword energy rushed forward like a rainbow, and a winding dragon-shaped sword energy was faintly formed on it, piercing straight into the core of the magic cultivation formation!

All the demon cultivators were shocked and couldn't dodge in time. They all took a few steps back with bleeding from their mouths, and looked at Zhenjun Daoyan with fearful and terrified eyes. Scary friar is worth it.

When the Demon Venerable sent a message before, he said that it was only a Mahayana monk who was obstructing him. He did not say that he was in the late stage of Mahayana, and his strength was so terrifying. .

Therefore, after Zhenjun Daoyan fired several swords in a row, the formation was broken, and all the cultivators who crossed the catastrophe knew that they were invincible, so they all stepped aside and stopped forcibly obstructing them.

I would rather be punished by the Demon Lord later, or save my life first.

Everyone figured this out, looked at each other with wry smiles, said nothing, and dispersed.

With no other people blocking him, Zhenjun Daoyan soon came outside the Demon Palace, and saw a huge enchantment firmly surrounding the Demon Palace, with the ancient god patterns flowing on it, and huge coercion leaked out of it.

Looking at this enchantment, Zhenjun Daoyan stopped to hold his sword. A look of thought and reminiscence flashed across his face. He was obviously just a monk who had passed the Mahayana stage for more than a thousand years. His eyes seemed to have accumulated tens of thousands of years of vicissitudes look.

The surrounding light suddenly dimmed.

Zhenjun Daoyan noticed something strange, looked up and saw the shadowed moon in the sky, and the calamity cloud that was brewing in the depths of the magic palace.

As if he finally realized something, his pupils shrank violently.

Gu Mingyuan is crazy!How dare you do this!

Without thinking about it any longer, he drew out his long sword and tried his best to crack the formation, with a hint of anxiety on his face.

Fast, faster ...

Otherwise it will be too late!