sword color

Deep in the green and snow-covered forest, it was gradually shrouded in boundless black and red mist.

The gate of the demon world is in the center of this dense fog.

Jian Qing stepped on the sword and galloped all the way, shuttling through the jungle full of dangerous monsters. The white and tender rabbit grabbed his shoulder tightly, afraid that if he accidentally fell, he would be bitten by a monster that suddenly jumped out. swallowed.

"Slow, slow down!" Rabbit Abao's mouth was filled with wind, and he couldn't speak clearly.

After being coerced by a certain Taoist priest to lead the way for several days, Ah Bao was so hard that he was almost numb.

As far as the eye could see, the dark red mist was sliced ​​open by the sword light, revealing a black-purple stone gate so huge that it almost covered the sky, and the delicate patterns carved on it, as well as various totems of ancient monsters and beasts could be vaguely seen.

"This is it?" The Taoist priest in white stood in front of a light curtain outside the stone gate, looking up at the entire gate of the demon world, his black pupils couldn't help showing a hint of wonder.

For a long time no one answered his murmured sigh.

The rabbit on the shoulder, Abao, stared at a pair of red eyes, why didn't he close his three-petal mouth for a long time, although he was a demon, but this was the first time in his life that he had the opportunity to get close to the gate of the demon world.

"It's... so big!" Ah Bao's eyes were shining brightly, drooling, "This is the gate to the demon world leading to all the holy places of demon cultivators. It's really magnificent, it's so shocking..."

"Didn't you say that there are guardian monsters at the gate? Why isn't there any?" Jian Qing looked around and looked around.

"How do I know? But it is said that the three worlds have started fighting with each other again. Maybe something happened in the demon world..." In Baozi's view, it was all the adults in the demon world were concerned about. Demon, just eat your own carrots peacefully.

Jian Qing looked down at him, his brows furrowed slightly, and the light of the sword pattern between his brows loomed.

"go in."

A Bao was taken aback: "Hey, wait! It was agreed that I would just bring you here, but I didn't say I would go in."

The Taoist priest Yu Jian walked towards the gate of the demon world without stopping, and said with a faint smile: "If I leave you here, are you sure you can return to the edge of the forest alive with your ability?"

"...You bastard!"

Without further ado, Jian Qing pulled the two long ears of the rabbit, stuffed them easily into the Qiankun bag in his sleeve, and whispered: "In case there is no one to eat in the demon world, I just use you as a reserve food..."

The rabbit guessed right, there was indeed a war in the demon world.

It's just that it's not an internal strife, but an external war. To be precise, it was the ambitious Dragon Emperor of the Dragon Clan who colludes the Demon Emperor and Demon Lord to jointly attack the heavens.

The war is stalemate, the Three Realms are in chaos, and the demon world is also in turmoil.

Contrary to what Jian Qing thought, the land of the demon world is not where ferocious monsters crawl all over the place. On the contrary, it is similar to the human world, except that it is full of monster aura, which is more suitable for demon cultivation.

Almost all monsters act in the form of humans, except for the strange skin and hair color, it is almost impossible to see any difference from the human world.

Originally, it was extremely dangerous for Jianqing, a human cultivator, to step into the demon world alone, but he caught a rabbit demon and brought him with him, condensed his immortal magic power into his body, and covered it up with a weak demonic aura. No one can discover his human identity unless the demon emperor or the ten emperors of the demon world come in person.

Although the gate of the demon world is loosely guarded, it is not completely defenseless.

As soon as Jianqing met face to face, he beat up dozens of demon king-level guards and searched for the memory of one of them. Only then did he learn of the current situation, and there was another bad news: the demon emperor Yujia personally attacked the heavens, and the top ten demon emperors followed Five of them went, and among them was the White Tiger Demon Emperor.

At present, the army of the demon world is at the junction of the two realms of the fairy and the demon. The battle situation is tragic. Every day, tens of thousands of demon clans and immortals lose their souls. The individual strength is so small under the crushing of the war.

Jian Qing cleaned up the traces left behind with a sullen face, confirmed the position of the front line, and the summoned Jianmang flew away with people in the blink of an eye.After a while, the next wave of guards who took over shifts noticed the situation at the gate of the demon world, and they wanted to report it in shock.

Unexpectedly, the captain of the guard is timid and afraid of getting into trouble, especially at this juncture of war, not to mention that the intruder was found to be only one person, the captain of the guard immediately decided to suppress the matter, and only searched secretly. After a long time, the matter was over. .

One month later, the place where the two worlds are at war - the blood on the flames.

The flames of war stretched for tens of thousands of kilometers. The heavenly soldiers and generals on one side were all in silver-white armor, which looked cold and ruthless;

Silver and dark red intertwine at the junction, the battlefield is like a huge invisible meat grinder, constantly devouring the lives of soldiers on both sides, and finally turned into a string of numbers on paper to report back to the adults above.

The sky is full of shouts of killing, and every thousand years, such a cruel scene will be re-enacted.

And the superiors never seem to care about these losses. The masters of several great realms may be separated by vast boundary rivers, looking at each other from a distance in the boundless void.

The eaten chess pieces are just cannon fodder, so there is no need to care about them. Only the truly strong can survive the fierce battle.

As for the role of the ten emperors in the demon world who dominate one side, of course it cannot be cannon fodder. One of the ten emperors, the White Tiger Demon Emperor, is currently waking up from a light sleep in the luxurious round soft bed in the White Tiger Palace.

In the somewhat empty bedroom, there are layers of curtains hanging down, a beautiful lotus-shaped palace lantern suspended in mid-air on the zenith, and the floor is covered with soft deerskin carpets, warm and comfortable.

When His Royal Highness Yaohuang on the round bed moved a little, a beautiful maid bowed forward and handed over the water from the spiritual spring in the emerald jade cup.

A slender and fair arm stretched out from the light red tent to receive the jade cup, and after a while, he sent it out again, waving his hand to signal the other party to go down.

The faint sound of killing came from a distance outside the palace, which was very clear in the quiet palace.

Suddenly, the curtain was lifted slowly by that hand, Du Zhilan stuffed a soft pillow behind her back, and lay down lazily on it, her long ink-like hair draped over her shoulders, she waited for a while, naturally there was a well-behaved maid waiting to comb it.

Time has not left any marks on that handsome face, but his smile has become more and more indifferent since then, and his dark eyes, like the invisible bottom of his heart, have also become deeper and deeper.

For a hundred years, this newly promoted demon emperor has always been favored by the demon emperor and loves to molest beauties, and he is "famous" in the demon world. There are no beautiful girls in the entire White Tiger Palace who are carefully selected. Except for the necessary guards, Not a single man.

The maids who were lucky enough to be selected into the White Tiger Palace all look forward to being favored by him, but the strange thing is that, for hundreds of years, it is only heard that the White Tiger Demon Emperor drove away a woman who tried to sneak into his bed, but no I heard that he fell in love with anyone, and there was a quirk of running to the gate of the demon world and sitting in a daze in the middle of the night.

If it weren't for this, there wouldn't be rumors that someone had a hidden disease.

The orange-haired fox maid carefully held the silver comb, shuttled it back and forth between the black hair, and took care of it in a short while.

The White Tiger Demon King slightly curled his mouth, cast a glance through the mirror from the corner of his eyes, and said with a smile, "Little Ling'er is ingenious, and the new girl Xin who arrived a few days ago always makes a fuss."

The maidservant of the fox tribe lowered her head, not daring to look back, blushing and said: "Your Highness, do you want to get up and get dressed?"

"Hmm..." Du Zhilan closed his eyes and responded lazily.

Before he could sit up, there was an inexplicable enemy attack warning sound outside the palace, which made him frown.

"what happened?"

The guard hurriedly reported back: "Your Highness, there is a little monster who came from somewhere outside to make trouble, saying that he wanted to see His Highness."

Hearing this, Du Zhilan didn't bother to raise his eyebrows, leaned into the arms of the fox maid, waved his hand and said, "Who wants to make a relationship again? Just get out, and don't bother me with such trivial matters."

He closed his eyes comfortably and said to the maid: "Xiao Ling'er, squeeze your shoulders."

"Yes, Your Highness." The maid covered her mouth and smiled, and put her jade-like fingers on the other's shoulders obediently.

Du Zhilan was still wearing light pajamas at the moment, and the neckline was opened casually, revealing a large expanse of fair skin. Following the maid's massage, he faintly groaned comfortably.

And the so-called "unknown little demon" in the mouth of the guards, at this time, overtook the palace guards with astonishing strength, and rushed into the bedroom!

Hearing the sound, Du Zhilan subconsciously opened his eyes and looked over. What he saw was a white dress like ice and snow, a long sword with silver light flowing, and a pair of pupils like cold pools.

Now, Du Zhilan's dull and dazed face was reflected in those pupils.

"...Sword...Qing..."

The author has something to say: Aww~Meet ING, this chapter jumps a lot, if you don’t understand it, read the prologue again