Ask with the devil [Xiu Xian]

Ninth Layer of Demon Realm, Demon Palace.

The Mozun stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the person who was forced to sleep again on the white jade bed, he was silent for a long time, and suddenly laughed at himself.

When will he, Gu Mingyuan, need to use such means to force a person to submit to him?

He recalled that when he first met Ji Linchuan, his chest was pierced by a long sword, and his white clothes were soaked with blood. He was clearly on the verge of death, but his expression was still indifferent, as if life and death were not important to him.

Seeing that this person's pupils were nearly dilated and his aura was barely audible, he happened to be passing by the edge of the Demon Realm, but for some reason his heart moved, he couldn't help but walk up to this person, hugged him by the waist, and used the elixir to almost hang his life.

Gu Mingyuan has never been a person with kind thoughts in his heart, but the person has been saved, so he took a closer look at this person's face.

The more he looked at it, the more he felt that his eyebrows and eyes were natural, so cold and lonely that they were not stained with worldly dust, and it even reminded him of the elusive memory that was long ago.

So, he took it back to the magic palace and refined it into a sword.

He originally thought that what he brought back was just a suitable bed warmer, or a good material for making swords.

However, things were a bit beyond his expectation.

On the day when the magic sword was refined, he suddenly felt something.Immediately, the world's rare nine-fold thunder tribulation struck down like crazy, but it didn't hit the magic sword that had reached the level of a magic weapon in the upper world, but it hit him, a sword refiner.

Gu Mingyuan was a little taken aback at the time.

How many years has he not seen such a crazy thunder robbery?

I still remember the last time I saw that person when his soul was gone.

His mood suddenly became extremely bad, and the terrifying power that had been accumulated for thousands of years at the peak of the Mahayana period suddenly exploded, and he forcibly confronted the thunder robbery.

It was a thunder calamity that Tian Dao in this world almost put all his strength into. For 49 days, each thunder disaster that could wipe out ordinary Mahayana monks struck Gu Mingyuan continuously, as if expressing Tian Dao's anger towards him.

On the ninth day of No.40, Gu Mingyuan suddenly understood something.Instead of being angry, he smiled, and took the time to reach out to pick up the sacrificial magic sword during the thunder calamity, and waved a sword light against the sky calamity.

next moment.

The lingering Jieyun disintegrated in this light and delicate attack, and dispersed reluctantly.

At that time, he knew that the young Daoist he rescued on a whim was the son of destiny in this world.

——A person who has been favored by heaven and earth, and is destined to go smoothly and ascend to the Tao.

And he refined it into a sword and cut off its path, which is equivalent to violating the destiny.That's why he suffered from this unreasonable catastrophe.Not only that, but he also felt that since then, the suppression and rejection of him by the law of this world has been deeper than before.

Such a man of destiny, Gu Mingyuan's eyes were dark.

He has hated this way of heaven for a long time, and he also hates anyone who is protected by this way of heaven.

The way of heaven in this world is too cold and ruthless. It regards all living beings as the nourishment of the world. It has been destined for destiny since birth. Whether it is a peerless genius or a mediocre mortal, if the way of heaven wants him to live, he will live, and if he wants him to die, he will have to live. die.

All ants under the law of heaven, only those who are favored by the law of heaven, the so-called sons of destiny, can act recklessly, get countless opportunities and magic weapons, and resolve all tribulations one by one.

Why?

Why can this person go smoothly all the way, but thousands of years ago that person desperately resisted the catastrophe of heaven and earth, in exchange for the safety of the people in this world, but in the end he was condemned by heaven and lost his soul in the nine-fold thunder catastrophe?

Why can this person get everything, while he, Gu Mingyuan, stayed in the world and searched hard for the soul fragments of that person, but he found nothing for thousands of years. Down?

If not, it will be ruined.

Why not pay a little price?

To him, the Dao of Heaven in this world is no longer that high and mighty existence that can be killed at will.And he will never be like thousands of years ago, watching the one he loves die and being helpless...

He has sunk into this world for a long time, wouldn't it be nice to be buried with a son of destiny?

Every time he thinks about this, a burst of joy grows in his heart, as if the thousands of years of depression and pain and the madness that cannot be desired have been diverted and vented on this man of destiny.

He forced Ji Linchuan to spread his legs under him and let him gallop, let his name and surname Wucun betray his relatives, broke his wings and broken his pride, and imprisoned him by his side to torture him every day. fate.

But now, he suddenly had a little hesitation.

Is he really going to... completely destroy this person?

He remembered that even though Ji Linchuan was in an irresistible situation and was humiliated to the point of death by him, his eyes were still full of determination to seek the way, no matter how much he ridiculed him, he would not waver, and suddenly felt a little powerless.

——Just like a thousand years ago, when he watched that person pray for the truth, and begged him to look back at him, he couldn't get it. He could only accumulate strong emotions in his heart and gradually become crazy, ridiculously powerless.

His eyes grew darker.Suddenly, the violent obsession hidden in the bottom of my heart swept up, washing away the only trace of intolerance and pity in my heart.

He will never watch the second person go away because of seeking the Tao again!

Gu Mingyuan's expression was cold and crazy, he didn't hesitate any longer, a bloody and strange devilish energy evoked from his fingertips, and poured it into Ji Linchuan's body, at the same time, he made a formula with both hands, laying down an extremely complicated sealing formation.

At the same time, the terrible thunder strikes again!

Gu Mingyuan was bathed in the thunder and lightning expressionlessly, his hands kept moving, and the ancient forbidden technique continued to be used.

——He wants to completely block the person in front of him from perceiving the world.

The innate Dao body is favored by the heaven and the earth, even if it is refined into a sword, it will not hinder its perception of the Dao. With Ji Linchuan's understanding, it is not impossible to ask questions with the body of a magic weapon, but after being banned by this method, it will be completely cut off. this possibility.

In this way, if you want to improve your cultivation base, you can only follow the way of demon cultivation, killing and refining souls, which is not tolerated by heaven and earth.He wanted to see, when memory and perception were all banned, would Ji Linchuan still be able to devote himself to the Tao until death?

At the moment when the ban was completed, Gu Mingyuan suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitation in his heart.

It was as if something extremely important had been destroyed by him, and it was irreparable.

Three years later.

The seventh level of the Demon Realm, the barren land.

It was dusk.In the depths of the boundless barren land is a scene of soaring blood, rich blood and bloody sun intertwined, cruel and magnificent.

There are piles of corpses and broken magic weapons everywhere, and the terrified expression of the dead corpses is still condensed on the face, but there is no life left.

In the bloody eyes, there was a person standing still.

Dressed in black, he was full of demonic energy.

His pale skin was as cold as the moonlight, his long black hair snaked behind him, his dark red eyes were so glamorous that they were almost monsters, exuding ghostly evil, and his body smelled extremely strong. He was clearly a demon cultivator who had killed countless people.

However, his facial features are extremely cold. If he closes his eyes, he looks very much like those Taoist cultivators who have no desires or desires and are indifferent.

He held a long sword in his hand, the blade was stained with blood, and his expression was indifferent.

What Jian Feng pointed at was a magic cultivator who had fallen in a pool of blood.

This demon cultivator looks like a middle-aged man with a sinister appearance, staring at the person in front of him fiercely, knowing that he is helpless, so his words become more and more wanton: "...Hahaha, what a loyal dog, he came here from a long distance , slaughtered all my disciples, just for the absurd reason of Demon Venerable..."

"Li Yuan, I curse you to die..."

A sword light flashed across, and the unfinished words of the middle-aged demon cultivator stuck in his throat, his pupils dilated slightly, and his corpse was already separated.

"Too much nonsense." Li Yuan said coldly, then stroked the long sword in his hand with his fingertips, and wiped the blood off it expressionlessly.

Soon, a young monk came running from a distance.

"Senior brother," the young monk called out tremblingly, with a fearful and respectful face, "I have searched all over the ghost sect, but I haven't found where the blood soul orb is. It must be that the ancestor of Yin Demon hid it too tightly..."

The Yin Demon Patriarch he was talking about was the middle-aged demon cultivator who had just died under the sword of Li Yuan. His cultivation had reached the stage of transforming into a god.

However, for Li Yuan, the most useless thing in this world to him is the method of the ghost way, so that he can cross a great realm and kill the Yin Demon Patriarch here.

After the young monk finished speaking anxiously, he looked up at Li Yuan, only to see those dull, blood-stained eyes sweeping towards him without emotion, as if an endless bloody purgatory was hidden inside.

He shuddered uncontrollably, then knelt down with a plop, and said, "Yes... it's Zizhou's ineffectiveness, please punish me!"

Li Yuan was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly said: "I'm scary?"

Xu Zizhou's face turned pale, he didn't dare to respond, he just lowered his head and trembled, fearing that if he said a wrong word, his life would be lost.

It's no wonder he was so terrified, now in this Demon Realm, no one knows Li Yuan's vicious name.

Since he worshiped under the Demon Lord five years ago, the origin of his previous name was completely blank, and those who knew the matter kept silent about it, but rumors spread everywhere in secret.Many people also speculated that it was Ji Linchuan who disappeared eight years ago. After all, how many geniuses are there in the world who have been born for a hundred years?

It's just that Shangxuan Xianzong has already come forward to deny it, and informed the world that Ji Linchuan's soul lamp has been extinguished, and he tried his best to disassociate himself from this demon cultivator.

Although Li Yuan himself did not deny it, he lived deep in the devil's palace, and would kill people if he appeared in front of people a few times. Most of the people who had seen him went to see the King of Hades, so naturally no one could stand up to verify the rumors.

This time, Xu Zizhou was extremely unwilling to be ordered by the sect to come to assist Li Yuan, lest this moody killer would shake his hand and take his own life - he had seen Li Yuan with his own eyes. The scene of killing with a sword in one hand is so fierce and ruthless that it is beyond the reach of ordinary magicians.

Xu Zizhou was still terrified, but Li Yuan had already withdrawn his gaze, stopped wiping his sword, and said coldly: "Get up and go, the thing is already in your hands, there is no need to look for it."

Xu Zizhou heaved a sigh of relief as the bloody wind blew past, and raised his head with lingering fear, but only saw Li Yuan's back.

Under the setting sun, the man's back was silent and lonely, with boundless blood stains under his feet, but the gradually darkening sky above his head and the slowly fading sky light.

The author has something to say:

The following involves mine clearance and spoilers:

There is no stand-in in this article, the one Mozun loves from the beginning to the end is actually Ji Linchuan ＿(:з”∠)＿