Ask with the devil [Xiu Xian]

Gu Mingyuan raised his hand to wipe away the blood from his mouth, his expression indifferent.

His whole body energy was blocked by the opponent, and he was unable to retreat completely.

Except for the blood sea monster that caused the catastrophe 5000 years ago, the person in front of him is the most advanced person he has ever seen.

He has stayed in the lower realm for thousands of years, and his own strength has already surpassed the Mahayana period. Even if he has not cast his body with immortal energy, he is sure to fight against immortals without losing the wind.

But when dealing with the person in front of him, he was completely unsure.

Could it be that he is a fairy who masters the power of rules?

Gu Mingyuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

The upper realm cannot intervene in the affairs of the lower realm, which is limited by rules.No matter how strong this guy is here, there must be some restrictions.

Then, if a flaw can be found, it might be impossible to defeat it.

As a Demon Lord, when he first entered the Demon Realm, he also experienced a bloody storm, was on the verge of extinction, and was tortured.

An immortal monarch is not enough to make him fearful.

After thinking about it, he slowly drew his sword.

The sword was placed in the bone and blood of his left hand, and with his movements, it slowly separated from the flesh and blood.

The blood fell to the ground, turned into a strong demonic energy and dispersed, and the long sword was completely taken out. There were several lines of blood on the sword, which was strange and strange.

This sword didn't hurt anyone, it hurt yourself first.

The devil's complexion was pale, but there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth, the wound on his wrist healed instantly, and the long sword pointed straight at the man in white.

The magic sword has a long and slender body, engraved with mysterious lines, it is the sword 'Li Yuan' that Ji Linchuan used back then.

Over the years, he searched all over the Nine Realms, repaired it with countless spiritual objects, sacrificed the magic way to refine it, and finally combined the two into one again. Although the sword spirit was missing, the power of the magic sword was still terrifying.

"Turn the sword with your body?" The man in white quickly recognized the origin of the long sword, and said with a smile, "It's interesting."

Gu Mingyuan raised the long sword horizontally, the blood line on the long sword was connected with him as if alive, and the cold devilish energy wrapped around the long sword.

At some point, one of his eyes had turned blood red, glowing strangely under the bright sun.

The smile on the face of the man in white finally subsided, and his eyes became serious.

……

Wudao Pavilion.

The regretful ringing of the Xuanzhong made Ji Linchuan in a trance, and then the screen changed, and he entered the world of spirits and souls.

Countless pictures flowed in the soul, forming a long river of memory. He stood on the bank of the river, a little dazed, as if all memories were separated along with this long river.

On the long river, the milky white mist surges, pure and ethereal.

However, when he looked at a certain section of the river, he found that the water here was dark red, covered with a layer of shadow.

This shadow is surging, seems to have life.

Heart demon.

These two words appeared in Ji Linchuan's heart, and he took two steps back, guarded in his heart.

At this moment, an invisible wave rippled from his body, approaching Yin Yin.

That shadow struggled violently, fluctuating, and suddenly rushed in front of Ji Linchuan, pulling him into the river!

Before Ji Linchuan could react, the dark red river submerged him, and his consciousness was plunged into darkness.

……

When I woke up again, my mind was very groggy.

He slowly opened his eyes, seeing a dark scene.

He was lying on the bed, his whole body was filled with severe pain like falling apart.The heavy curtain beside the bed hangs down, only the shadow of the faint blue flame can be vaguely seen, the atmosphere is mysterious and gloomy.

He raised his hand and placed it over his eyes.

The pale and sickly skin of the arm was almost transparent, and there were several red marks and bruises interlaced on it, which seemed to be the marks of being whipped and bound.

He was at a loss—what happened to him?

At this moment, his head hurt, and countless memories came flooding back.

Because, he curled up in a ball on the bed, cold sweat slipped from the corners of his forehead, and after a long time, he opened his eyes again with trembling long eyelashes, looking extremely tired.

He remembered.

This is the Ninth Layer of the Demon Realm, where the Demon Palace is located.

And he is a demonic sword, a demonic sword that was forged by the Demon Venerable himself and completely controlled by him.

There is no past and no future.

The Demon Lord called him... Li Yuan.

Feeling something was wrong in his heart, Li Yuan supported his body with his hands, and slowly sat up against the bed.During the period, he touched the torn wound under his body, and his whole body shivered with pain.

The long black hair was scattered down, and he was only wearing a thin undershirt loosely, with the plackets scattered, revealing the messy traces inside.

Li Yuan pursed her thin lips tightly.

That's right, half a month ago, Mozun told him to risk his life to go to the Nine Serenity Secret Realm to retrieve something, but due to his limited ability, he finally only reached the eighth layer of the secret realm. Naturally, he found nothing.

The result of returning empty-handed can be imagined, and this time, Mozun was more angry than before.

The Mozun used the most severe criminal law on him, and then he was imprisoned in this room for several months.

During this period, he never stepped out of this room, or even got out of this bed. Day after day, he repeated the steps of waking up, being tortured by the demon, and passing out.

Like an endless loop of nightmares.

Just as he was recalling, there was a burst of undisguised footsteps, unhurried, it was a sign before the nightmare came.

Li Yuan's figure trembled for a moment.

The faint blue flames outside the curtain suddenly went out, and darkness filled the surroundings.

A slender and powerful hand lifted the curtain, without any nonsense, directly pressing him under him.

The man was tall, covering him like a shadow.The extreme darkness that melted into his bones, as well as the powerful aura of the soul, firmly imprisoned him, unable to move, and could only let him do whatever he wanted.

The clothes were taken off, the body was forcibly opened, and the nightmare-like pain occupied him again.

The man's movements were cruel to vent his anger, and he galloped wantonly on him. Li Yuan opened his mouth, almost going mad with pain, but his voice was blocked, and he could only pant in vain.

When he woke up again, his wrists and ankles were tied with heavy black chains.The curtain was drawn down, cutting off all the light sources, but the body was extremely cold, and the bottom of my heart was as cold as falling into an ice cave.

Mozun's indifferent words still linger in his mind: "As Demon Sword, I can't even do this well. What use are you? Useless things, don't go out anymore, stay here obediently, and be my bed." plaything."

Li Yuan was trembling with anger, feeling hopeless and desolate in his heart.

The Mozun never regarded him as a human being, and he already knew it.It's just that, no matter what, he absolutely can't bear the fate of being reduced to a plaything!

wait... people?

Isn't he a magic sword? Why does he feel so naturally that he should be alone...

He snorted, his head seemed to be hit hard, and the chain made a rattling sound, as if something was preventing him from recalling.

Some chains made contact with the skin, and he shuddered from the cold.

Now that his skill has been sealed, his sword body is weak, and he has little power to resist. It can be said that he is in a desperate situation.

In addition to the chains, the Mozun also spread formations around the room. Without any means to break the formations, he could only be imprisoned on the bed, with no chance of escape.

He understood that Mozun was waiting for the day when his will collapsed.

Day after day, year after year, the passage of time cannot be perceived in the darkness.

His consciousness was sometimes drowsy and sometimes sober, and the faint obsession in his heart supported the last sliver of clarity.

Until later, he finally disappeared in the endless darkness and got relief.

However, this nightmare is far from over.

……

Waking up again, he felt dazed.

Who is he?

Immediately, a flood of memories flooded in.

That's right, half a month ago, he brought back the Nine Nether Reincarnation Lotus that Demon Venerable wanted from the Nine Nether Secret Realm.

But apart from this, nothing else was obtained.

Mozun performed the taboo method of reversing life and death, and used him to fight against the catastrophe.

He was chopped off by the Heavenly Tribulation, and when his vitality was gone, the remaining spirit was forcibly extracted by the Demon Lord, and poured into the body of a puppet, which was able to maintain his life.

Obviously he has lost the value of being used, but Mozun still does not intend to let him go.

Day after day, year after year, the puppet's body is stiff and cold, and its soul is enshrined in it, like a walking dead.

But he didn't know how the Demon Lord had desire for this body.That ugly and distorted desire dragged his soul to the abyss, trying to put him in a place of eternal doom.

He looked for opportunities to escape, but was caught again and again, and suffered harsher punishments.

He tried to ask for help, but the only monk who broke into the demon palace also died and disappeared under the sword of the demon king.

From then on, all hope came to an end.

Struggling to maintain his sanity, he survived until he died completely.

Yet the nightmare was not over.

……

Once again, he returned to the time when he first woke up as the magic sword.

Because the resistance was too fierce, Mozun didn't accept him as an apprentice, and didn't even let him appear in front of others.

Imprisoned in the magic palace, life and death are in the hands of one person, there is no chance of escape at all, and they can only sink by themselves.

Once again, he returned to the time when the Demon Lord forcibly stuffed the blood soul orb into his body. This time, the Demon Lord directly injected pure evil spirit into his body continuously, forcing him to refine and transform into a demon.

After that, his mind, soul and body were not under his control, and he watched himself sinking in the sea of ​​blood, unable to escape.

Once again, he returns to...

Time and time again, it was a dead end.

When is the end?

……

Dongfu World, next to the lake.

Gu Mingyuan and the man in white are still fighting inextricably.

The swordsmanship of the man in white is superb, his realm is high and deep, and there is a sense of rules flowing when he strikes the sword.

Gu Mingyuan's sword moves recklessly, and after being tempered, it connects with his mind and soul, almost becoming one with him, and the sword of man and sword have been completely unified.

Two figures flashed, collided, and retreated at the same time by the lake.

Suddenly, the man in white seemed to sense something, paused, and murmured: "Oh, the speed of exorcising the demons is quite fast, and this is the critical moment."

He tilted his head to look at Gu Mingyuan, and said through voice transmission with his spiritual sense: "Do you want to meet your beloved? I remember, um, it's called Ji Linchuan."

Gu Mingyuan didn't answer, completely ignoring the words of the man in white, he just wanted to settle the matter as soon as possible, and then go find it himself.He has been delayed for too long, and there is inexplicable anxiety in his heart.

The man in white smiled and said, "If you don't answer, I'll take it as if you agreed."

After all, he disregarded the restrictions of the cave mansion, and his aura began to rise steadily during the tribulation period, and it did not stop until the Mahayana period, until it reached an extremely terrifying state.

Because of the repulsion from the cave, his figure began to become transparent, but before disappearing, a terrifying sword energy rushed towards Gu Mingyuan, knocking the demon king unconscious.

Immediately, the man in white waved his sleeves with the last strength, and formed hundreds of formations around Gu Mingyuan.

If Ji Linchuan is here, he will find that these formations have many similarities with the formations beside the stone altar where he is now.

After a few breaths, the last words of the man in white slowly drifted away in the air.

"I want you to never recover, Shen Yuan."

The author has something to say: Thanks to Xueer Flying in the Sky, Xizhan Dengxin, Zhesu, Yaori, Xingyu's mines and Zhesu's rocket launcher, mua~