The devil has too many vests

With a group of Xuantian Peak disciples, "Xu Yuan" left Yunzhou neatly and returned to Xuantian Peak.

It’s not as rushed as when you came here, and you didn’t have time to see anything. This time when you go back, everyone has crossed more than half of the territory of the Yong Dynasty. Gave a taste of walking in the rivers and lakes.

A group of orthodox geniuses all seem to have never seen the world, and they are full of novelty.However, the focus of "Xu Yuan" is obviously different from others:

This huge river and lake...is really getting more and more chaotic!

The number of warriors carrying swords and knives on the road increased significantly. Many of them came and went in a hurry, and even carried the murderous aura and bloody smell on their bodies. It was obvious that there was a fight not long ago.Affected by this, the business in some small towns has become much more sluggish.

However, because of the long-standing rules in the vast land of Shenzhou, as long as those ordinary people stay at home obediently, they will not be implicated in the conflicts between practitioners.

The main reason for this series of changes is that the level of open and secret struggle between the practitioners of the righteous and the evil has become more and more intense, and gradually expanded to the entire Central China.

In this environment where bloody conflicts are about to erupt at the slightest disagreement, the atmosphere in the arena has become increasingly treacherous. "Xu Yuan" walked along the way, only felt that in just a few months, this river and lake has undergone earth-shaking changes compared with the past.

"I didn't expect the situation in Jianghu to be so chaotic..."

Taking a panoramic view of the situation along the way, "Xu Yuan" shook his head and let out a soft sigh.

When he said this, he didn't seem to think at all that he himself was one of the characters who caused the current chaos.

But Xu Yuan just sighed casually, and immediately attracted other Xuantian Peak disciples to praise him wildly.

His green shirt was as clean as washing, his appearance was handsome, his gestures were gentle and unrestrained, and his demeanor was heart-wrenching.A group of brothers who followed him nodded subconsciously, and then they all cursed at the cruel and despicable devil, saying that it was all the fault of the devil!

The group of devils who suddenly went crazy, obediently hid as before, waiting for batch after batch of righteous young heroes to come down the mountain to make their first show in the world of eliminating demons and defending Dao, quietly making a tool for gaining reputation without emotion... …Is it not good?In the end, they insisted on jumping out and wrestling with the righteous way, disrupting the order of the world.

Nowadays, there is no peace in the great land of Shenzhou. If you don't blame those people in the magic way who are jumping up and down, who should you blame? !

"...Especially that Yan Weilou deserves to be killed the most! I heard that under the Big Dipper Demon Palace, most of the other demon sects have surrendered to this person. If he didn't take action this time, the Big Dipper Demon Palace would have been alone. This person To do such a big thing at such a young age, in the future there must be another Du Jiuyou, maybe even surpass Du Jiuyou, this is the seedling of the future demon tycoon, we must not let it go!"

Listening to the brothers and sisters around you talking to each other, and venting out all the anger accumulated along the way without mercy, "Xu Yuan" was stunned for a moment, and with a light smile, he naturally joined the fight against the demons. During the crusade, and black "Yan Weilou" spared no effort, three points more than others.

However, he can still control his style, and when he criticizes with words, he also has a calm attitude, not like some people are incapable of furious because they can't do it.

...It looks like Orz is full of hatred.

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In the distant forbidden land in the sky, Yan Weilou and Su Xinghan had already walked through that dark gray sea of ​​fog for several days.

This sea of ​​fog seems to be shrouded by a mysterious force, which makes people feel confused about time, and it is difficult to tell what night it is.The time flow in the outside world is significantly faster than here.If it weren't for Yan Weilou's consciousness to be connected with the deity, I'm afraid he would also have a sense of time confusion, resulting in the consequence of "one day in the sky, one year in the world".

In the dark gray sea of ​​fog, the white flame fluttered like a dance. The light of the knife, the light of the sword, the mighty palm wind, and the forceful fists emerged one after another in the turbulent sea of ​​fog, splitting the thick gray fog into a mighty emptiness. The invisible ripples spread rapidly through the channel.

After clearing out a batch of surrounding objects again, Yan Weilou exhaled lightly, his eyes lingering around, feeling a little tired.

He restrained his mind, looked inside his body, and soon saw the crystal clear and round real essence in the sea of ​​energy in his dantian.

It was suspended on the vortex of the empty sea of ​​qi, and the originally thick and solid real energy had shrunk by a large circle due to the consumption of this period of time, and a steady stream of real qi escaped from it, rushing to the meridians of Yan Weilou's whole body.

Yan Weilou took out the last spirit stone he was carrying, held it in his palm, and immediately operated his cultivation base, frantically absorbing the spirit energy in it.Not long after, the spirit stone that was originally pure like jade turned into a pile of powder in his palm and disappeared with the wind.

The spiritual energy entered his body, merged into the sea of ​​energy, and turned into a vortex of true energy, which circled around the original meager true energy in his body, and finally recovered some of Yan Weilou's true energy.

But the expression on his face did not relax, but stared at the boundless sea of ​​fog in front of him.The place where Jiehuo sensed is clearly ahead, but how far is it?If it continues to be consumed like this, it won't be long before his true energy will be exhausted.

Looking at Yan Weilou's pale face due to excessive consumption, Su Xinghan called softly: "Ayan, do you still have enough real energy? If not, why don't you let me try..."

Having said that, his voice softened a lot, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was a little bit of anticipation and a little bit of apprehension in those dark and beautiful eyes.

Yan Weilou caught his emotions all of a sudden, and was immediately curious: "Let you come? What can you do?"

Su Xinghan's eyes flickered, and he shook his head mysteriously: "...No. I can't say it in advance."

He pursed his lips tightly, as if he would never reveal the secret in advance unless Yan Weilou agreed.

This made Yan Weilou even more curious: "Why can't you say it? Is it troublesome?"

Su Xinghan's eyes fluttered: "No, it's not troublesome. It's actually very simple..."

Even so, unless Yan Weilou agrees to try the method, no matter how much Yan Weilou asks, he just refuses to say.

This mysterious look made Yan Weilou both amused and helpless.

He can probably guess that the method that Su Xinghan said can help him must have something that he cannot accept—or Su Xinghan is not sure whether he can accept it—so Su Xinghan is unwilling. He said in advance that he only wanted to make it first, and he would not be able to regret it if he did not accept it.

That being the case, why did Yan Weilou agree to give it a try when he thought he was not at the end of his rope?

Therefore, he just smiled lightly and comforted him: "Ming Guang doesn't have to worry, I still have enough real energy in my body, so there is absolutely no problem in holding on for a while longer."

"……Oh, all right."

Su Xinghan's erratic eyes settled down again, as if he glanced over Yan Weilou's face, and then he let out a breath, with a little loss and regret.

The two of them walked in the sea of ​​fog for a few more days, when the scene in front of them suddenly changed subtly. Under the shining light of the fire, blurred outlines appeared in the gray mist that was originally a vast expanse where nothing could be seen.

It was like a small section of wall.

The two were overjoyed, and hurriedly approached. The gray mist floating around was dispersed by the flames, revealing a gray-white ancient building.Gray-white stone walls, gray-white houses, gray-white streets... This is a stone town hidden in the depths of dense fog.

But before the two of them were happy for three seconds, following a chaotic sound, countless scattered bones suddenly appeared on the ground outside the town, as well as broken swords, spears, halberds, sharp blades of magic weapons... all kinds of strange things The strange trash surrounded the town from all sides, and blocked them in a mighty way.

An extremely strong smell of blood and decay emanated from it, stimulating Yan Weilou's sense of smell.

These scattered white bones are like jade like mercury, exuding the unique breath of the remains of heaven and man, and those seemingly broken and decayed swords, guns, swords and halberds seem to gather boundless evil spirits, as if they had slaughtered tens of thousands of people. The peerless and fierce soldiers of the crowd, the bloody aura rising into the sky stirred the thick gray fog above.

This mighty "army" intercepted the outskirts of the small town, and the terrifying power spread out, like the surging tide of the deep sea crashing down, giving people a suffocating pressure.

Yan Weilou's already pale complexion became paler, his footsteps did not stop, but his figure swayed slightly.

Compared with the big battle in front of them, the awakening of obscurity and remnants encountered along the way, to the two of them, it was simply a small scene in a small scene, not worth mentioning.

If Yan Weilou's cultivation was at its peak, he wouldn't be so afraid of this battle, but now his real energy is less than one-tenth of the usual, and this world is a land of absolute spirits, and there is no such thing as a great master of Taoism. But he can't exert one-tenth of the combat power of a grand master.

As for Su Xinghan, his strength is simply that of Schrödinger, fluctuating up and down.This probably has something to do with the fact that he was born as the spirit of heaven and earth, unlike ordinary people who have practiced various martial arts since childhood, but has a lot of spiritual power and lacks actual combat practice.It is extremely easy to abuse vegetables, but it lacks combat experience when facing strong enemies.

At this moment, Su Xinghan alone is obviously not enough.

"Mingguang..."

Looking at the "big army" slowly approaching in front of him, Yan Weilou was silent for a moment, then spoke suddenly.

Su Xinghan immediately cast his eyes on him: "...?"

"...I regret it." Yan Weilou blinked his eyes, and slowly showed a helpless smile, "I seem to really need a little help."

Su Xinghan's eyes lit up.

Yan Weilou tilted his head to look at him, and was about to continue speaking, when a cloud-like white shadow suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, and that touch of whiteness occupied his entire vision.

A certain kind of wonderful premonition made Yan Weilou's reaction slow down at this moment, so that he, who should have been able to dodge easily, stood firmly in place with a strange emotion that he didn't know.

In the next moment, a soft touch fell on his lips, and the slight coolness carried a familiar fragrance.

At this moment, Yan Weilou's five senses seemed to be magnified to the extreme, and all the details were infinitely magnified in his senses, including the cold fragrance between his lips and teeth.

call--

The breeze picked up.

From the place where the lips were pressed together, a gust of intoxicating wind suddenly came in.This invisible wind slid over his lips and teeth, flowed into his body along his throat, and finally dispersed into his limbs and bones.

The vortex of Yan Weilou's sea of ​​qi swirled rapidly, and the extremely abundant power filled his whole body again, which made him get rid of the weak and powerless state.

All this happened in just one breath.

The temperature close to his lips was almost ready to leave at the touch of a touch, and he was about to leave quickly.Yan Weilou finally came back to his senses and saw a pair of hot and red ears in his eyes.

He reached out his hand almost subconsciously, and immediately grabbed the person who quickly retreated into his arms. Perhaps because of too much force, the two bodies collided heavily, and the warm heat diffused from the contact place.

The atmosphere at this time was unusually quiet.

The ears of the man in his arms, which should have been like white jade, seemed even hotter. Yan Weilou lowered his head and took a silent look, then took another look, and suddenly took a light bite out of nowhere.

The body held in his arms stiffened suddenly, and Yan Weilou heard an indistinct sound that seemed to overflow from his throat.

It was different from the coldness and indifference of the past, like ice and snow turned into spring water, warm and soft.When the breeze blows, there will be ripples.

And Yan Weilou was no less shocked than he was, with unrecognizable complex emotions surging in his heart, until Su Xinghan's voice woke him up.

"Ah, Ayan, you!"

Su Xinghan, who finally came to his senses, raised his head and looked at Yan Weilou for a moment.His eyes are brighter than the stars.

Following Yan Weilou's silent gaze, there was a little more anxiety in that bright gaze: "What do you mean..."

"I mean? It's very simple..."

In the eyes that are brighter than the stars, all the emotions in Yan Weilou's eyes are quickly dissipating, and finally there is only a light and gentle smile left.

"—Stamp first."

All the emotions that had roiled before settled down, Yan Weilou looked at those eyes full of joy, and suddenly felt extremely calm.

He felt unprecedented tenderness and tranquility in his heart, but this strange and strange emotion made him temporarily unable to face it directly.

Yan Weilou coughed lightly: "You take a breath of my original energy, this is my stamped IOU. In this life, I will definitely return it."