Ask with the devil [Xiu Xian]

"How do you feel, is there any discomfort?" Zhenjun Daoyan asked.

"There's nothing wrong with it." Ji Linchuan held the horizontal sword in his hand, and the fierce fairy energy on the Tianji sword collided with the devil energy emanating from his body to cancel each other out. His long and narrow eyes were half closed, reflecting the phantom shadow of the long sword. There were two clusters of gray and white in his pupils. While the flames were burning and the Chaos Art was in operation, the two incompatible forces gradually blended together in a strange trajectory, developing awe-inspiring Taoism, and he said, "Try my sword, how about it?"

Zhenjun Daoyan said: "Yes."

With a flick of his wrist, Ji Linchuan pulled a sword flower, and the tip of the long sword suddenly burst into white light, the sword light was like a rainbow, and there were thousands of changes in it, and the meaning of eternity was revealed in the circulation of breath.

It can be said that Tao produces one, one produces two, two produces three, and three produces all things.

Zhenjun Daoyan was slightly moved, and pulled the sword out of its sheath with his backhand. There was a resounding sword sound, and his clothes flew like flowing clouds.

There was a moment of silence in the space, and both of them sheathed their swords, tacitly not affecting anything else in the cave.

"Good swordsmanship," Zhenjun Daoyan clapped his hands and sighed, "If I have the same level of cultivation, I'm not as good as you."

"...It's a blessing in disguise." Ji Linchuan calmed down the sword intent in his body, revealing the state of spirit and soul, which was already in the middle of the tribulation.

His complexion was light, but there was a complex look in his eyes.

The accumulation of each stage of the Tribulation Transcendence would take hundreds of years for ordinary monks. The reason why he was able to directly cross a small realm was entirely due to the magic sword he entrusted.

This demonic sword was cut off by Heavenly Tribulation, but now it has been completely repaired, and the power contained in it has not diminished but increased, and even replenished the soul to enhance his own body. imagine.

Regardless of the past and the past, this time, he did accept the love of the Mozun.

"Where is Zhuliu now?" Ji Linchuan suddenly asked, and finally added: "...the monk who brought me back."

Daoyan Zhenjun said indifferently: "He is the soul of the Demon Lord."

Ji Linchuan said: "I already know."

Daoyan Zhenjun frowned slightly, raised his finger and pointed down the mountain, "He has been waiting for you for ten days and nights outside the barrier."

"Let him come in," Ji Linchuan sighed, "I have something to discuss with him."

Qingxiao Peak, among the stone pavilions.

The slender hand poured a cup of tea and pushed it in front of the other party.

"Tea, please." Ji Linchuan said.

Zhu Liu stared at the floating and sinking tea leaves in the teacup, picked up the teacup and took a sip, the bitter taste lingered in his throat.

Then put down the teacup and put it on the table.

There seemed to be thousands of words in his heart that he wanted to talk to the person in front of him, but it finally turned into a long sigh. He raised his head, and the eyes behind the mask were like a pool of ink, with gentle ripples.

"I was worried about you before, and I followed you invisibly, and I didn't tell you. I'm really sorry." Zhuliu slowly confessed.

Ji Linchuan shook his head and said, "You took me out of the magic palace, and I owe you a kindness. I don't need to mention all the things before."

Zhuliu calmed down a little, and was finally able to look directly at the other party's clear and cold face, and said seriously: "You don't need to say grace, this is what I should do, if you need anything in the future, just let me do it .”

Ji Linchuan said lightly: "You don't have to, you don't owe me anything."

Zhuliu raised a faint smile on his lips, and said: "Although I don't owe you, everything I have is born for you. Linchuan, you have to understand..." He said softly: "What you wish, That's what I want, I only exist in this world because of you."

Even Ji Linchuan was shocked by his straightforward words.

"You..." He turned his head to avoid the other party's overly sincere gaze. He has tens of thousands of years of experience, so he can't tell the truth from what the other party said, and it is precisely because of this that he feels absurd.

The hot light in Zhu Liu's eyes gradually dimmed, he stroked the white jade teacup, lowered his eyes and smiled and said: "I'm just a part of his soul, what I say and do is just instinct, don't worry too much about it." Said: "You let me go up the mountain. If you want to ask me something, just open your mouth. I know that I will say everything."

Ji Linchuan was silent for a moment before speaking again: "Is there any connection between you and the demon?"

Zhu Liu shook his head and said: "Twenty years ago, he completely cut off contact with me."

More than twenty years ago, it was the time when Mo Zun first banned the Demon Realm.

Ji Linchuan tapped on the stone table with one hand, "Has he ever entered a crack in the abyss before?"

"I've been there twice. The first time I was attacked and seriously injured and came back. The second time," Zhu Liu suddenly stopped talking, with a look of confusion in his eyes, "The second time..."

He covered his eyes, the other hand stroking the teacup trembled slightly, and a few tiny gaps were cracked on the surface of the white jade cup.

Ji Linchuan frowned slightly, and said, "If you can't remember it, then don't force it."

"No," Zhu Liu's voice became hoarse, "I should remember it, but..." He continued to think for a long time, but still to no avail, and then he put down his hand slumpedly, and said, "...Sorry."

Ji Linchuan said: "You have said 'sorry' to me twice, I said, there is no need to be like this."

Zhu Liu was dumbfounded, then slowly laughed and said, "Okay."

After the two chatted, it was already sunset.

Ji Linchuan stood up, looked at Fang Hongxia in the distance, and said: "The sun rises and the moon sets, and all things change, all in line with the original intention of the Dao. The way of heaven is eternal, if you try to interfere in it, you will eventually suffer backlash."

"The catastrophe has begun in this world. It seems like God's will, but it is actually a man-made disaster. I want to respond to the catastrophe with my body, what should you do?"

Zhuliu said: "I only wish to be by your side."

……

Demon domain, in the palace of the demon king.

The young man in a deep purple robe slowly walked up the steps, turned around and sat on the throne.

His facial features are incomparably exquisite, with a soul-stirring beauty, but his aura is solemn and majestic, with the majesty and majesty of a king, the Mahayana period spiritual consciousness swept over him, and all the monsters under his seat knelt down on the ground.

She was playing with a red token in her white and slender hand, her half-closed eyes were lazy and a little bit seductive.

"His Majesty the Demon King, the surrounding area of ​​the Nightmare Swamp has been completely sealed off." The next elder of the Lion Clan respectfully said.

"Good job." Ling Lan said with admiration, "How's the damage?"

"Most of the monsters in the swamp are illusory demons. They only attack the souls of the human race. They have little influence on our family. With the help of the magic lamp, they can be completely solved soon. The problem is that the other monsters born from the cracks are also more powerful. There are more and more, and many casualties have been caused. If things go on like this, the current defense will not last long."

"Then send more people." Ling Lan waved his sleeves, "Give me an order. Starting today, all races in the Monster Realm must send people to the Nightmare Swamp to guard the cracks. No mistakes are allowed. If there is any failure..."

He weighed the token in his hand, with a sneer on his thin lips, and didn't say any more.

"Obey!" The elder of the Lion Clan retreated in response.

Even though the demons around were dissatisfied, due to Ling Lan's power, they could only hold back silently.

Then, several ethnic group elders came forward to report the matter. Ling Lan listened with only a little attention. Suddenly, her eyes froze and she raised her hand to signal everyone to be quiet. With a smile on her face, she said, "Get up and welcome the distinguished guests."

VIP?

All the monsters looked at each other in blank dismay, but saw two figures stepping into the hall.

The person walking in front, with black hair and white clothes, had an extremely cold face, like snow flying in the cold sky, and a fairy exiled from the world, just stood there, as if there was a burst of coldness lingering around his body.But following behind was a tall and straight man, wearing a silver mask, holding a bamboo shroud in his hand, his aura was deep and mighty like an abyss.

"Fellow Daoist Linglan, I haven't seen you for many years, don't come here without any problems." The young man in white said indifferently, his voice was like clear spring water, trickling through the bottom of people's hearts, bringing a bit of coolness to the bone.

"Who are you, how dare you call His Majesty by his first and last name?" A monster clan nearby shouted sharply.

"Shut up!" Ling Lan taught: "Present honored guests, how can you be so offensive? Get back!"

The hearts of all the monsters tightened, and they all retreated quietly.

But for a moment, there were only three of them left in the hall.

Ling Lan stood up, walked down the steps, came to Ji Linchuan, and said with a smile: "Sixty years ago, Zhenjun asked me to be in charge of the Ten Thousand Demon Order, so as to lead all the tribes in the Demon Realm. Give me a chance."

Ji Linchuan said: "You have done a good job. The demon realm has been disintegrated for a long time. It is not easy for you to bring it back together in a short period of time and gather the power of the demon clan to block the Nightmare Swamp and stop the invasion of the demons."

Ling Lan said: "It is admirable for a real monarch to lay out and block several abyss cracks with one person's strength."

"I came here this time precisely for this purpose." Ji Linchuan said the purpose, "The sixth abyss crack has been opened, and the five great immortal sects are short of manpower. I would like to ask you to send the demon clan to help."

Ling Lan thought for a moment, and said: "Help is absolutely necessary. It's just that my clan is full of treasures to humans. The human race is powerful and greedy by nature. It is not easy for our clan to survive. I need a promise from the five great immortal sects."

"What promise?"

"During the great catastrophe, you must never attack our family, otherwise you will pay for your life, and you will be killed."

Ji Linchuan said: "Okay, I promise you."

After everything was settled, Ling Lan invited Ji Linchuan to be a guest in the fox territory, but she refused.

"There is not much time, I still have a breakthrough, and I have not had time to stabilize my cultivation in the future, and we will meet again next time."

Feeling regretful, Linglan sent each other off all the way until Ji Linchuan's far away figure disappeared into the clouds.

For some reason, he always felt familiar and close to Ji Linchuan. Even though Ji Linchuan's face had changed this time, he could still recognize this person. His aura was unforgettable.

In the next day, the five immortal sects and the Demon League issued a statement that anyone who dares to attack the monster clan will be killed.

And Ji Linchuan had already returned to Shang Xuan Xianzong.

Over the past few decades, he has traveled all over the world of heaven and spirit, and traveled back and forth between the abyss cracks in various places, controlling the heavenly demons to disrupt the world, and his cultivation has greatly improved. The period is only one step away.

He has walked through the top of a high mountain, passed through overlapping clouds, stepped through boundless forests, and sank into the abyss of the deep sea; he has also entered the mortal world, went out of the realm, went up to the nine heavens, went down to the netherworld, surmounted boundless obstacles, and crossed the land of no one.

With nine as the extreme number, complex forces blend and evolve with each other, and finally return to chaos.

Just reach out your hand, you can touch that thin layer of barriers, so clear and distinct.

During this period, Zhui Liu has been following.

He is reticent by nature, and he tried to persuade him several times to no avail, so he could only let him go.

So over the years, I have gotten used to it, as long as I look back, there will always be someone standing behind him.

The author has something to say: Thanks to Feng Qing, A Zhen, Dan Xiao, and Xing Yu for their mines, okay~