Ask with the devil [Xiu Xian]

After Mozun left, he returned to the room as if nothing had happened the next day.

The melancholy look on his face was hidden even deeper, and his dark pupils were full of affection, as if he really regarded himself as a gentle and considerate lover, and selectively forgot what Ji Linchuan said to him before.

He would bring a pot of warm wine every day, but Ji Linchuan didn't want to drink it, so he drank it for himself, and then pulled the young man who was caught off guard into his arms, bowed his head and kissed deeply, pouring the pungent and slightly bitter wine into the young man's mouth.

If he is in high spirits, sometimes he will turn over and press the young man under him, and then there will be another extremely gentle lingering.

But Ji Linchuan just looked at him coldly, the expression on his face didn't change at all, even when he was emotional, a thin mist filled his eyes, covering up the cold expression, and he still seemed out of reach.

The Mozun just pretended not to see it.As long as it was Ji Linchuan, even his current reaction, which was as stiff as a piece of wood, would be more tempting to him than those beauties in the outside world.

This person is the only light source in his silent and dark world, and even if he turns into flying ash, he will be with him forever.How can the sourness and despondency that you can't ask for in front of you, the bitterness and helplessness that seem to be in harmony with reality, compare with the despair and pain of never seeing this person?

After Mozun thought about it, he hugged the young man's emaciated body even tighter, as if he really possessed this person.

Ji Linchuan's complexion was still pale.

Anyone who is trapped in the illusion of inner demons and is forced to entangle with a person he hates to the core is a kind of spiritual torment, especially for him.

He hated this kind of behavior of wasting time and wasting will, but the demon king seemed to enjoy it.

This is really ridiculous, the devil is just deceiving himself and others. Could it be that what he thinks is deep love, he just wants to turn him into a bird in a cage to satisfy his body's desire, nothing more?

Even if the feelings are as weak as Ji Linchuan, I only feel that this kind of love is too superficial.

Sure enough, no matter how the Mozun's feelings for him changed, he was still in a passive position.

Not to be freed.

Never get rid of it.

……

Above Zhenjun Shen Yuan's cave.

Covered by clouds and mist, a palace is quietly floating.

The whole body of the palace is white, with dark gold patterns wrapped around it, and it is shrouded in a mysterious halo under the sunlight.

More and more people gathered in the cave, but no one found the palace. Even if someone flew past here with a sword, they would ignore the behemoth.

In the palace, there is a huge array in operation.Extremely mysterious formation patterns emerged in the space, where the endless immortal energy, the energy of the five elements, and the power of yin and yang all flowed and converged.

In the middle of the formation, a sword is floating.

The shape of the long sword is simple and simple, and the sword body is engraved with complicated patterns, which seems to contain shocking power.

All of a sudden, the formation was full of light, the long sword hummed continuously, and a white light emerged from the sword, and then it flew out, pierced through the formations on the palace, and fell straight to the Enlightenment Pavilion on the green hill .

The white light fell to the ground and turned into an illusory figure.

It can be vaguely seen that this person is dressed in white, with black hair and a crown. He has a deep power and gathers his whole body. He just stands there and is the only center between heaven and earth.

His face is blurred, and his specific facial features cannot be seen clearly, but his aura far away from the mundane world complements the person sitting cross-legged on the stone altar, and there seems to be an inseparable connection between them.

He stared at the stone altar for a moment, his hands quickly formed a seal, the formation flowed, and the way changed. The mysterious bell rang again regretfully, and the space around Wudao Pavilion was filled with waves of Taoism, which gradually disappeared completely without a trace.

Immediately, he stepped up to the stone altar, sat down cross-legged behind the young man, stretched out his hand to hold the young man in his arms, and his posture was very intimate. Seen from a distance, the two seemed to be connected as one.

That illusory figure solidified sometimes, and faded sometimes.

A low sigh floated in the air.

……

The blood desert of the Demon Realm, the dark valley.

The man in black threw another corpse into the blood-colored formation, and his skillful movements seemed to have been repeated thousands of times.

The strong blood seemed to shroud the entire valley in an ominous atmosphere.The Demon Realm is already eerie and gloomy, but this place is even more frightening.But the strange thing is that even though the valley is under the jurisdiction of the three major sects, none of the sects noticed anything unusual here.

After the man in black cleaned the corpse, he took out a scroll full of bloody runes from his arms. His body movements were extremely uncoordinated, as if his joints had been severely injured.

The scroll slowly unfolded, and most of the bloody runes on it lit up, forming a strange pattern.

The black-robed man spoke, his voice hoarse: "...it's been seven years, are you still not well? I can't wait any longer."

His tone was sombre that it was almost crazy, and strong hatred leaked from every word.

A moment later, a distorted human face protruded from the scroll.

There was an exaggerated smile on the man's face, stretching straight to the ears, as if a voice sounded from the man's heart: "Don't worry, you just need to continue to provide me with 'nutrition', and soon, my clan and I will Then you will return to the world, and at that time, everything you begged for will be staged in this world one by one..."

The man in black said hoarsely, "I hope you will do what you say."

"Naturally, I, the Bloodfiend, never lie."

The face on the scroll gradually disappeared, and a dark glow of blood sank into the body of the black-robed man, making his aura stronger again.A gust of dark wind blew past, and lifted the hood of the man in black, revealing a delicate face stained with blood, those eyes that were originally beautiful and energetic, now filled with ashes-like indifference.

Go to Xuanxianzong, Qingxiao Peak.

Zhenjun Daoyan is sitting cross-legged in the cave with his eyes closed.

In fact, to reach his state, the progress that can be obtained through cultivation is very small.

In the late stage of Mahayana, there are only two ways to reach the state of ascension, one is merit, and the other is epiphany.

As far as Zhenjun Daoyan is concerned, even if he has a hundred generations of merit and profound comprehension, he will be able to ascend in the daytime, but he still will not take this step.

At least not until it's over.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, the shadows of that year have long been forgotten by the world, and all the damage has been smoothed over by the years.

But who has ever noticed the continuous murderous intent hanging above the living beings in the world?

And this killing situation can be resolved by only one person.

He has been reincarnated several times, spanning tens of thousands of years, and what he has to wait for is just this person.

At this moment, he suddenly felt vigilant.

An extremely familiar, yet somewhat unfamiliar atmosphere due to the long distance passed in a flash in the distance.

Is it an illusion?With a serious expression on his face, he immediately began to deduce the secret.

Hope it's not that kind of thing making a comeback...

Heart magic fantasy.

On this day, Mozun brought another jug ​​of warm wine over.

This wine is brewed from the extremely precious Shenling flower in the center of the Demon Realm, which can promote the mutual integration of the soul and the body.Mozun has always been worried about Ji Linchuan's physical condition, because when he refined Ji Linchuan into a magic sword before, he had already caused great damage to his soul - he cut his soul with powerful consciousness, and then forcibly branded it in it. The magic weapon was banned to control Ji Linchuan's behavior and even his thoughts.

Although it has been tempered and tempered, its soul has been repaired when the demon sword was refined, but it is still a bit weaker than ordinary souls, and now it is still injured by the catastrophe. If the body is hurriedly transferred, the damage may not be serious.

If things go on like this, I'm afraid there is a danger of the soul dissipating.

That's why he persevered in thinking of ways to restore his soul every day.

Shenling Huajiu Niang can only solve the temporary needs, the best way to completely restore the soul is actually the best way to restore the soul.However, this kind of thing is not like physical love, which can semi-forcibly get people into bed, and both parties must be willing to continue this spiritual friendship.

And no matter how conceited the Demon Lord was, he didn't think Ji Linchuan would agree to this matter, or he knew very well that Ji Linchuan only had hatred for him in various senses.

Mozun was a little distressed, he picked up the jug and poured wine and handed it to Ji Linchuan.

Ji Linchuan didn't want to take it at first, but remembering the scene where Mozun held him mouth-to-mouth to drink the last time, he took the wine glass silently.

After drinking half of a jug of wine, Ji Linchuan felt a little dizzy.

Mozun Zhengchou didn't know how to speak, so he heard his faint voice: "You said earlier that you can take me anywhere in the heavenly spirit world?"

Mozun said: "Of course, as long as you don't want to leave...I'll accompany you, you can go anywhere."

Ji Linchuan lowered his head, couldn't see his expression clearly, and said after a long time: "I want to go back to Xuanxianzong to have a look."

Mozun was stunned, and instinctively wanted to refuse. He always felt that if he went to Xuanxianzong, he would lose control of many things.It's just that he has already rejected Ji Linchuan once before, so is he going to reject him a second time?

Then he remembered the distress just now, and said: "I can take you there, but you must heal your injuries first."

Ji Linchuan said calmly, "I am not injured."

Demon Venerable sighed, and said: "Your soul has been severely injured, and you often feel extremely tired. How can you say that you are not injured?"

Ji Linchuan was indifferent, he was indeed in a bad state of mind, he would have a splitting headache and even fell into a coma if he thought about something complicated, otherwise he would not have been captured by the demon so easily.

Although he doesn't care about these things, let alone it's just an illusion of the heart demon, but since the Demon Venerable brought it up...

"What do you want?" He asked directly.

"Help you heal your wounds." Mozun leaned forward, pressed his forehead against Ji Linchuan's, and said softly, "Relax, let my strength go in."

Ji Linchuan immediately sensed what he wanted to do, and suddenly pushed him away, "Get lost! I don't need it!"

Spirituality is an extremely private domain, and Mozun's actions undoubtedly violated his bottom line.

"Don't you want to go out?" Mozun looked down into his eyes with a serious expression on his face, "Just once, it's just healing, I won't pry into your memory, trust me."

How could Ji Linchuan believe it?

Seeing that he was silent, the Demon Venerable said helplessly: "Then there is no other way. It is really not suitable for you to go out in such a state. Let's heal your injuries slowly. It's just that I'm not sure that I can heal your wounds just by relying on external objects." Your injuries."

Ji Linchuan was silent for a moment, then said in a cold voice, "You are a shameless person who takes advantage of others' danger."

Mozun said slowly: "I just want to help you." Knowing that Ji Linchuan said this, his attitude had already softened a little, so he stopped hesitating and approached Ji Linchuan's forehead again. souls entangled together.

This is different from Zhenjun Daoyan's unilateral transmission of the power of the soul.The so-called spiritual friendship is the entanglement and fusion of the powers of the two souls, and it is the most intimate behavior between monks. Most of the dual cultivation methods in the cultivation world are based on the foundation of spiritual friendship, and the body is just a communication. channels.

The pleasure that was a hundred times stronger than Huanhao swept over, Ji Linchuan shook slightly, and was firmly held down by the tall demon.Sweat dripped from his cheeks, Ji Linchuan couldn't help panting, and occasionally let out two uncontrollable moans.

Obviously there is no cross-boundary action in the body, but the stimulation from the soul is enough to make people crazy.

When Mozun left his forehead, this special 'healing' had lasted for ten days and nights.

Ji Linchuan leaned softly in his arms, and was gently comforted by him on his back. After a long time, the trembling caused by too intense pleasure slowly calmed down.

Just as power transmission is subject to realm suppression, realm suppression is even more severe when spirits and souls are entangled.

The whole process was dominated by the spirit power of the Demon Lord, and Ji Linchuan just passively endured it.But the consumption of the Demon Lord is definitely not low, and it is not easy to restore the power of the soul.

But Mozun didn't say anything, as long as it was for Ji Linchuan, everything was worth it.Besides, Ji Linchuan didn't bother with such healing methods, he asked for everything, and he had no right to complain.

"Take a break, let's go to Shangxuanxianzong." Mozun is not someone who won't accept the benefits, he kissed Ji Linchuan's forehead, put him down, turned and left.

Ji Linchuan lay on his side on the bed with his eyes half closed, inside a blank daze. It took him a long time to regain some focus, and found that most of the injuries on his soul had recovered.

He stared at the direction where Mozun left with a blank expression, wondering what he was thinking.

The author has something to say: Thank you Xizhan Dengxin, Xueer for the landmines flying all over the sky, and Zhesu for the grenades.ok~