The Devil and the Flower

Jiang Huan's eyes went dark, and his consciousness fell into a bottomless abyss.

The memory under the seal is like a boundless tide, rolling in, and his consciousness is a crumbling boat in the waves, if he is not careful, he will be washed to pieces.

"Finally, finally..."

After sinking for an unknown amount of time, at the deepest level of consciousness, Jiang Huan finally saw a familiar figure bound by golden chains, unable to shake.

Xuanyi is embroidered with gold patterns, and her long hair is tied with a high tail.

Except for a pair of blood-covered eyes, that figure was exactly the same as him.

Heart demon?

No, it's not.

The corner of the blood-eyed man's mouth curled up, and he said, "Are you surprised? What you sealed is not only your memory, but also yourself."

Jiang Huan said: "What is it?"

He frowned, fusing his memory quickly, trying to sort out the ins and outs, and return his consciousness to his body.

The blood-eyed man held the golden chain, touched the fine cracks above it, and said, "Wait a little longer, there is still one last step left."

Out of consciousness, the scuffle was still going on, Feng Yueci stroked Jiang Huan's face with his left hand, blood was dripping from his hanging right hand, his snow-white sleeve was stained red by blood.

Jiang Huan hugged Feng Yueci's waist, his long knife was hanging on the ground, and his eyes were closed.

Feng Yueci's face was pale, and he coughed in a low voice, thinking that he was injured by a magic weapon that looked like a bell jar, he said, "Wang Ting, go and rest..."

Lin Yanlan's mind moved slightly, she tilted her head to look worriedly, then suddenly opened her eyes wide, and let out a sharp cry: "Be careful!"

I saw Jiang Huan opened his eyes, revealing a pair of blood-colored pupils, and before Feng Yueci could finish speaking, he turned the long knife, and blood spattered everywhere in an instant.

"Don't—" Lin Yanlan stretched out her hand, watching the long knife piercing Feng Yueci's body, her mind went blank.

The screams stopped the scuffle around them, and everyone turned their heads, terrified, and froze in place.

There was silence between heaven and earth, and the drop of a needle could be heard.

Feng Yueci's whole body was stained with blood, his eyes were slightly closed, he held the blade passing through him, and quietly looked at the person in front of him.

The blood-eyed Jiang Huan smiled at him and said, "The last step is done."

Feng Yueci's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible: "Who are you?"

"What do you think? You have worked so hard to suppress me for so many years, and when you were on the verge of death, you could still cultivate a Jiang Di who wanted to get rid of me completely. Unfortunately, Jiang Di is a lunatic who is trapped by love. He loves you to death. Looking for you, before you understand the nature of the world, you dare to kill yourself and merge with me—”

Feng Yueci's lips were bleeding, but his expression was still indifferent.

The blood-eyed Jiang Huan smiled wickedly, and said word by word: "The dead should not return, Your Majesty the Demon King."

The howling wind, lightning and thunder in the sky broke the silence.

Ji Shiyan trembled all over, and tremblingly said: "What are you talking about? What are you doing? Jiang Huan, are you crazy!"

Lin Yanlan covered her lips and cried, "You love him so much, how could you kill him?"

Yuan Jun looked at this scene in disbelief, and suddenly, as if struck by lightning, he regretted: "I was wrong, I was wrong! Heaven, Heaven did it on purpose!"

He intentionally asked him to reveal everything in front of Jiang Huan and Feng Yueci, but instead used this to confuse the two. The bell jar and arrows were just smoke bombs, covering up Tiandao's true purpose and ultimate move.

When Feng Yueci heard the word "devil king", waves finally appeared in his eyes, and he said, "Wang Ting."

Jiang Huan with blood eyes said: "Stop shouting, he can't hear you."

The long knife was pulled away in an instant, and everyone came to attack, but they were knocked back by the knife energy and fell.

The blood-eyed Jiang Huan raised his hand again, but was held by Feng Yueci, and said, "Wang Ting."

"When you die, I will naturally let him out. He loves you so much, if he knows that he killed you with his own hands, will he be in pain? Am I smart to solve two at once?" Bloody Jiang Huan Caressing his face, the infatuation shown was exactly the same as that of Jiang Huan, and said: "You are so beautiful, Your Majesty the Demon King, the appearance of dying is the most beautiful."

Feng Yue resigned, "Wang Ting."

"You..." The blood in his eyes dimmed quickly, Jiang Huan froze, his expression fluctuating, as if two consciousnesses were fighting in his body, the next moment, he turned around and gave himself a slap in the face, vomiting a big mouthful of blood, " Ah Yue, Ah Yue!"

Blood-eyed Jiang Huan said angrily, "Shut up!"

Jiang Huan went crazy and shouted: "Go away! If you dare to hurt him, I will kill you!"

Blood-eyed Jiang Huan: "Okay, if you have the ability, kill yourself!"

The palm is released, and the blade turns.

Jiang Huan raised his knife like crazy, and stabbed himself mercilessly.

Feng Yueci flipped his hand and hit his wrist, causing the long knife to fall to the ground, but no matter how hard it was to support it, his body swayed and fell to the ground.

Jiang Huan hugged him quickly, his eyes were red, he covered his wound helplessly, and took out a lot of panacea herbs. For the first time in his life, he was so frightened that he kept calling him: "A Yue, please, A Yue , Ah Yue..."

Hot tears splashed on his palms.

Feng Yueci said softly: "Wang Ting, why are you crying?"

Jiang Huan burst into tears silently, the pain was so extreme that he couldn't scream, and his vocal cords choked up: "I thought I was strong enough to protect you and not let anyone hurt you."

"I have searched for you for 6000 years and loved you for 6000 years. I want to give you the best of everything."

Jiang Huan's spiritual power was disordered and violent, and he clutched the ground tightly: "I really hate...so hate!"

The surrounding palaces were pulverized inch by inch under the strong spiritual power, but it couldn't resolve the sadness and despair in his heart.

For more than 6000 years, more than 200 million days and nights, no one knows how he spent them.

Traveling through reincarnation, traveling all over the world, and finally waiting for an encounter, waiting for a response, but no matter what, he never imagined that the one who hurt his love the most was himself.

No amount of panacea herbs could heal the wound, the ground was stained red with blood, Feng Yueci's body was already at the end of its strength, and now it finally came to an end.

Luo Bingying stood in the distance, watching all this coldly, her eyes were indescribably complicated.

Yuan Jun turned around suddenly and slapped him with his palm.

Luo Bingying blocked him and said: "You are enough, after so many years, are you blind today?"

Jiang Huan hugged Feng Yueci tightly, and pressed against his cold face, his two consciousnesses were still fighting, his eyes were bloodshot again, but he laughed softly, with an indescribably cold tone, "Okay, okay One way of heaven, one good plan."

Feng Yueci raised his hand to touch him, his breath became weaker and weaker, but when he was about to die, his eyes were still as clear and peaceful as before, and he said softly: "Wang Ting, it's not your fault, don't blame yourself. I promised you, I won't die."

Jiang Huan held his hand, still smiling, so creepy, he murmured: "Ah Yue, don't be afraid, if you leave, I will let the whole Demon King Realm be buried with you, don't be afraid, I will Always with you."

Feng Yueci was exhausted, his eyes were closed, his arms were drooping, and there was no more response.

I don't know who uttered a cry that resounded through the sky: "Daojun!"

Everyone knelt down, weeping bitterly, covering their faces and weeping.

Lin Yanlan dragged Lin Dongling, and staggered towards him. Li Mianxi rushed towards him, wanting to check Feng Yueci's breath, but Jiang Huan's body vigor shook him away, making him unable to approach.

Ji Shiyan pointed at Jiang Huan with a sword, and asked with trembling lips: "You just, what did you call him just now? Who is Daojun, is he..."

Just when everyone was sad and lost their minds, Yin Jun came to Wu Yi'an quietly.

The night is shrouded, the stars are dim, and a round of bright moon slowly rises from the sky, and the moonlight is flowing, bright and bright.

Wu Yi'an stared fixedly at Yinjun, and suddenly a strange feeling rose in his heart.

"Death is never going away. The time has come, and we should wake up and greet His Majesty."

Yin Jun took off his mask, revealing exactly the same face as Wu Yi'an, he raised his hand to Wu Yi'an.

Wu Yi'an felt something in his heart, and raised his hand to touch his palm.

In an instant, the light soared into the sky.

Wu Shuangya was the first to discover the change here, and said in shock, "Brother!"

Yin Jun turned into a phantom and entered Wu Yi'an's body, and the two merged into one.

"So that's how it is. I split my own soul." The light in Wu An's eyes flashed, and the previous seriousness and rigidity all faded away, and a little more unpredictable.

He ignored Wu Shuangya, held a round mirror in his palm, and threw it into the sky.

The round mirror glowed with a faint silver light, and the mirror surface reflected the looming gate.

"Yin Demon listens to the order and returns to No Habitat!"

Ji Shiyan was questioning Jiang Huan, but she froze when she heard the words, raised her head and looked up, without hesitation, her figure turned into a light spot and shot straight into the sky in a flash.

"The Dream Demon listens to the order and returns to the realm of impermanence!"

Lin Yanlan leaned over, touched Lin Dongling's cheek, and then turned into a spot of light to follow.

"The phantom obeys the order and returns to the Phaseless Realm!"

Wu Shuangya held Li Mianxi's arm tightly, not knowing what to say, she just shook her head in panic.

Li Mianxi gently but firmly brushed away his hand, and without hesitation it turned into a spot of light and disappeared before his eyes.

Wu Shuangya's eyes were red, and she turned to Wu Yi'an anxiously.

Wu Yi'an looked at Jiang Huan, and said: "Back then, despite my dissuasion, you insisted on collecting all your majesty's tokens. You thought you were omnipotent, so you acted recklessly and left your majesty's hard work behind. Now you personally buried all The life of the one you love, Emperor Jiang, have you ever realized how arrogant you are."

As his words fell, the round mirror shone with light, and Feng Yueci's figure disappeared silently.

Jiang Huan finally had a reaction, turned his head, and said word by word: "He, he, return, give, me!"

Wu Yi'an said: "I am a heavenly demon, returning to the realm of indestructibility. Let me remind you, the Taoist Lord is not yours, he is ours... His Majesty the Demon King."

All the people of the hundred families trembled when they heard the name of the Four Demon Generals to the "Your Majesty", they were so frightened that their faces were covered with tears and snot, and they didn't dare to say a word again.

The unnamed student in the previous academy was Emperor Jiang, that's all.

Miss Ji, Miss Lin, Young Master Li, and Young Master Wu who they grew up watching were the Four Demon Generals, that's all.

In the end, I told them right now that Daojun Qing Hui turned out to be His Majesty the Demon King who had disappeared for thousands of years... What a joke!

Are they still dreaming, are they waking up, Daojun is not dead, nothing happened?

Wake up now, wake up now!

Everyone will be driven crazy by the successive blows.

Only Luo Bingying showed a look of surprise on her face, and muttered to herself: "So he is not a subordinate of the Demon King, so he is..."

Jiang Huan stood up, his pupils were sometimes dark, and sometimes blood red. Those who were closer to him seemed to have been strangled in the throat, and their internal organs were burned by the murderous pressure. He hurriedly vomited blood and ran away, trembling, not daring to look at him.

Jiang Huan opened his hand, the long knife flew up and fell back into his palm, he said: "I said, return Ayue to me!"

Wu Yi'an's figure swayed slightly, turned into a spot of light and rushed to the sky, saying: "Then you just wait, you can all wait, and soon, His Majesty will return."

Four beams of light rushed into the round mirror, where the round mirror illuminated, the gate of the Four Wonderland slowly opened.

"Emperor Jiang, I advise you not to act rashly, otherwise you will never see His Majesty again forever."

Jiang Huan gripped the handle of the knife, the figure that was chasing him stopped, and then fell back to the ground.

Bloody Jiang Huan said: "Go away! Stop them! Don't let him come back!"

Jiang Huan threw his knife into the ground, forming a barrier that covered the upper gate.

He suddenly slapped himself between the eyebrows fiercely, let his consciousness sink, and went to look for Jiang Huan with bloody eyes, and said with great anger: "Get lost! If I can't kill you, I will have no face to see Ayue again!"

"I am you!"

"Then I'll kill myself!"

He will not spare anyone who hurt Ayue, including himself.