Ask with the devil [Xiu Xian]

Being hugged in his arms, Ji Linchuan could only feel the continuous warmth from the other's palm, as well as the slight ups and downs of that broad chest.

The other party's breath is very familiar...

who is it……

The sharp sword energy raged around the wound, and he was in such pain that he couldn't help but let out a low snort.The other party seemed to feel it, and the hand holding him tightened slightly.

"Sorry, it's my fault for hurting you."

The man whispered in his ear with a hoarse voice, and the warmth from his palm became stronger and stronger, counteracting the sword energy.

The pain subsided, and the blurred vision gradually became clear.

...is the Demon Lord.

"You..." He was about to open his mouth to ask, but his consciousness was a little drowsy. In a trance, he seemed to hear a sharp shout from a distance.

"Let him go!"

Dressed in white, he approached.

Mozun raised his head slowly, his half-closed eyes were filled with dark blood, reflecting the cold moonlight, and said in a low voice: "You are late."

Zhu Liu said coldly: "If it wasn't for the barrier, how could I have arrived now. However, although I am late, what about you, why did you hurt him?"

Mozun said: "...I warned you, don't let him get close to this place."

Zhuliu said indifferently: "If you don't open the barrier, how will Linchuan come in." Not wanting to get entangled in this anymore, he said directly: "How is his injury?"

Mozun was silent for a moment, then said lightly: "There is no danger of life."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and stroked the pale cheek of the person in his arms, his movements were gentle and ambiguous, as if he was a little bit reluctant.

As the moonlight poured down, his complexion was actually paler than Ji Linchuan's.

Her long, crow-colored hair was scattered behind her back, and her dark clothes were stained with dried blood. Her handsome face was expressionless, but it seemed that deep sorrow was hidden.

"Even so, this body can no longer be used." He continued, his tone flat and without any ups and downs, "You take him out, find a body to enshrine your soul, and don't let him come here again."

"You sent us away, what kind of tricks are you trying to play?" Zhuliu looked at him coldly, "Being corrupted by demonic thoughts and damaged, you dare to use forbidden techniques to elevate the realm and forcibly separate me. What are you trying to do?" Suicide."

"Self-seeking death?" Mozun shook his head and said, "No, I'm just fighting for a chance." He sat up with Ji Linchuan, the bleeding from the wound on his abdomen had stopped, and said in a flat voice, "Take him away. "

Zhu Liu was about to reach out to take it, but saw that the magic sword was still stuck in the young man's belly, although the blood was no longer flowing, it was still shocking, he couldn't help asking: "This sword...won't you take it?"

He remembered that this sword was made by melting the two severed swords into his bones and blood after Ji Linchuan left, and warming them with his own strength. As a result, the evil spirit of blood entered his body, and half of his pupils turned bright red, excruciating pain Word.

However, even so, he never refined it, but carefully preserved it as a thought.

"No." Demon Venerable looked indifferent, with bleak eyes, and said: "It is difficult to reunite a broken mirror, and the past cannot be recalled. Even if the broken sword is restored, it will not be able to make up for the fault. This sword does not belong to me."

... What's more, once the magic sword is pulled out, its body will be severely injured in an instant, and it is difficult to sustain it until it is time to find another body to entrust the soul.

Zhuliu took a deep look at him, and after reaching out to take Ji Linchuan, he suddenly slapped Mozun with his backhand.

"This palm will avenge your sword."

After finishing speaking, he hugged Ji Linchuan and headed for the Demon Palace.

The Mozun was unprepared, he received the palm, and blood slid from his mouth.

He raised his hand to wipe away the blood, but there was still no emotion on his face, he only watched the two disappear from sight, and slowly lowered his eyes.

His other hand was shaking uncontrollably.

The magic sword has been stored in his flesh and blood for a long time, now that it is separated, this hand no longer needs to be tortured by the sword energy in it.

However, the pain disappeared, but there was an unspeakable emptiness pervading, accompanied by the love and sadness entangled in the depths of the bones and blood.

Even though many emotions have been separated, the instinct of the body still remembers those deep and crazy emotions that have passed away.

Mozun raised his hand and tapped several big acupuncture points all over his body, stabilizing his blood-soaked and badly injured body.

That soul avatar really showed no mercy to him...

But that's fine too.

In the end, it would be best if he could be so merciless.

He walked into the main hall of the Demon Palace and closed the heavy door, at the same time blocking the last light of this world.

The surroundings returned to silence.

……

Zhuliu led Ji Linchuan out of the barrier, not knowing where he wanted to go.

If it is said that there is a body that can entrust the soul, there is no need to look for it. There are plenty of them outside the barrier, and many disciples of demon cultivation are ready-made support.

It's just that he knew that with Ji Linchuan's temperament, he would never take the life of a living person, so he could only go through the eighth layer of the Demon Realm to find another suitable body, but he didn't know whether his body could hold it up.

Just as he was hesitating, he suddenly felt the opponent's hand on his arm.

He lowered his head, and saw that Ji Linchuan was looking at him silently with half-closed eyes, a faint shadow reflected in it, and a faint spiritual thought came through the connection.

"Take me back to Xuanxianzong."

"But your body..." Zhu Liu's tone was a bit worried.

He no longer cared about revealing his identity, after all, Ji Linchuan had already heard the conversation he had with the Mozun just now, so naturally he knew everything.

"I have a measure... I can hold on."

Now that he said so, Zhuliu couldn't refuse, so he had to agree and take him back to Xuanxianzong.

The monks in the Mahayana period walked with all their strength against the sky, and within a few hours, they had already arrived at Xianzong.With the ability to chase the flow, he can come and go freely in the Shangxuan Xianzong, but he can't hide it from Zhenjun Daoyan's perception, so he stopped outside Qingxiao Peak and sent a message to the other party with his spiritual sense.

The enchantment was opened, and when the other party saw the person in his arms, his face immediately changed, and after a cold glance at him, he took Ji Linchuan away.

Zhuliu stood outside the barrier, with empty hands, but worried.

Daoyan Zhenjun did not welcome him, and the barrier also refused his entry, and he could see through his identity at a glance.

Speaking of which, he has followed Ji Linchuan's side in secret all these years, and the name is protection. In the eyes of others, he is actually no different from those who have evil intentions, and only he himself knows what it is.

But no matter what, his feelings for Ji Linchuan were absolutely not false.

He was willing to risk his life to protect him.

Zhuliu stood in front of the enchantment, waiting silently.

The silver mask reflects the icy silver light.

He stared at the towering mountain in front of him, like an ancient statue.

……

"The hands of the Demon Lord?" Zhenjun Daoyan asked with his true energy to stabilize Ji Linchuan's injury.

Ji Linchuan shook his head lightly, and said, "...No."

"Who then?"

Ji Linchuan said: "The phantom of the Demon Lord's divine sense. It's just the person who dominates, not himself."

"Are you sure?" Daoyan Zhenjun's face darkened, "The divine sense is derived from the divine soul. The Demon Lord has long been a powerful person in this world, and the divine soul has reached the realm of breaking the boundary. Who can enter it and control his divine sense?" ?”

The answer is obvious.

"Blood Demon." Ji Linchuan said flatly.

Zhenjun Daoyan frowned slightly, staring at the wound on Ji Linchuan's abdomen, and the magic sword that pierced his body, and said: "...So it was it. No wonder, it wants to put you to death."

"The Demon Venerable still has a sense of propriety, and uses his own vitality to help you hang your life. However, your injury is too serious. Even if it can be cured, it has already damaged the foundation, which will seriously hinder your cultivation."

"I know, so this body can no longer be used."

"You want to borrow your body to rebuild?"

A trace of fatigue appeared between Ji Linchuan's eyebrows, "No, I have a better way."

"...Master, please protect me."

A large array to conceal the secrets enveloped the whole peak.

Ji Linchuan sat cross-legged in the cave, his eyes closed tightly, and there was cold sweat oozing.

The vitality of the body is passing away quickly, and the soul in the Zifu is trembling, being pulled by the Chaos God Flame that is more than half fused with it, slowly leaving the Zifu, moving down the body, and entering the long sword.

He would not use this method unless he had to.

His soul was contaminated with the aura of chaotic divine flames, not any body can be compatible, it was a blessing to find Yin Qi at the beginning, but now in a hurry, it is impossible to get a second body with the ultimate spiritual root.

Therefore, he could only pin his soul on the sword.

At that time, because the Mozun used his human body to refine the weapon, his soul has been hovering between the human soul and the weapon spirit. Even if the restraint that was forcibly imposed on the body has been untied, this fact cannot be annihilated.

The support of his soul can be a person, or it can be... a sword.

It's just that he always subconsciously rejects the latter.

But now it doesn't matter anymore.

The experience in the Demon Realm has been buried in the depths of his memory, and he is rarely recalled. What's more, those humiliation and pain, compared with the tens of thousands of years of being trapped in the bottom of the underworld, are even more insignificant. Nothing.

If the inner demon is solved, many external appearances, the human body or the sword body, will not make much difference to him.Moreover, when his soul is completely fused into the Chaos Divine Flame, he no longer needs any support.

Thinking of this, he put his hand on the sharp point of the sword, and let out a slow breath.

This magic sword that pierced his entire body was transformed from his body and connected with his blood.As long as you put your soul on it, you can be compatible immediately without any stagnation.

There is no trace of refinement in the demon sword, otherwise, it would be very troublesome to expend the power of the soul to erase the brand mark, and if the brand mark was made by the soul of the demon king, then there is no need to think about it, and you can only change a sword.

Fortunately, there were no traces in the sword, only powerful power flowing silently.The devilish energy in it was not as violent as usual, but contained a deeply suppressed calmness... even gentleness.

... The devilish energy in this sword can be described as gentle.

Zhenjun Daoyan stayed outside the cave, sensing Ji Linchuan's spiritual aura all the time, and would intervene immediately if something went wrong.

However, after a brief moment of weakness, his soul breath became stronger again, even more stable and powerful than before.

It should be a success, and it fits pretty well.

He removed the barrier and stepped into it. The light from the spirit stones around the cave was quiet and the furnishings were simple and simple.

But I saw a young man standing in it, dressed in a Taoist robe of the immortal sect, with black hair tied in a crown, slender, with indifferent eyebrows and eyes, with the appearance of an exiled immortal.

This face was actually familiar for a long time.

"Master."

The author has something to say: I originally posted this chapter last night, but I accidentally fell asleep while editing with my phone, sorry.

There is one more tonight.

Thanks to Fengqing, A Zhen, Xueer flying all over the sky, the wit behind the wonderful roommate, and Zhu Yan for throwing the mines, okay~