Cultivation of disciples and disciples to become gods

There was silence all around, and the silence was disturbing.

Xiao Jianyuan blinked slowly again, but he still couldn't see anything, only black eyes.

He couldn't feel light at all, and almost thought he was blind.

Xiao Jianyuan took a step hesitantly, and then felt several dull pains all over his body, probably injured by gravel.

By the way, he fell from Jiao Zhengqing's collapsed palace.

Where is this place?

What about Fu Yaoye?

Xiao Jianyuan remembered Fu Yaoye who reached out to him when he fell, and tried to speak in the dark: "Fu Yaoye..."

His voice was not loud, but he seemed to be swallowed up by darkness immediately.Xiao Jianyuan raised his voice and shouted again: "Fu Yaoye!"

Xiao Jianyuan turned around in a daze, walked a few steps cautiously, and suddenly his hand was touched by something cold.

He was startled, and subconsciously dodged back, but a hand grabbed his wrist.

Xiao Jianyuan couldn't hear any breathing at all, and he didn't know when there was someone standing beside him.

The dark red eyes exposed the person's position in the darkness, like the eyes of a beast hidden in the darkness, looking for prey and waiting for an opportunity to move.

Xiao Jianyuan's wrist was held, and he felt another hand covering the wound on his back shoulder, and pressed it lightly.

"Hiss——" Xiao Jianyuan felt the pain, and tried to avoid it, but his hands pressed against him irresistibly.

The dark red eyes flickered slightly, as if blinking in the dark, and then a familiar voice rang in Xiao Jianyuan's ear with a smile: "Brother, it's me."

Xiao Jianyuan frowned slightly and said, "I know it's you."

The wound only hurt badly at that moment, and the pain gradually weakened, and the back shoulder gradually became hot.

That hand lightly covered Xiao Jianyuan's forehead again, and slid down to cover his eyes, Fu Yaoye said: "Brother, close your eyes."

Xiao Jianyuan closed his eyes slightly, and after Fu Yaoye withdrew his hand, he slowly opened them.

After staying in the dark for a long time, he was a little uncomfortable with the light.Fu Yaoye put his hands in front of his eyes, so he could only look at Jianxiu in white in front of him.

Fu Yaoye was very close to him, almost hugging Xiao Jianyuan in his arms.Xiao Jianyuan patted his arm lightly, motioning for him to take his hand away: "Where is this?"

This was the only place that was illuminated by light, and they were still surrounded by darkness.

Looking carefully, the black is not just a blind color of vision, they seem to be still flowing, like a thick and oppressive black mist.

When Xiao Jianyuan turned his head to observe the surroundings, Fu Yaoye brushed the black hair next to his ear, intentionally or unintentionally touching Xiao Jianyuan's ear.

His hands were cold, Xiao Jianyuan was shocked by the touch, and turned his head to look at him.

Fu Yaoye stopped when he saw him turn his eyes back to himself.

Xiao Jianyuan was startled when he met his dark red eyes.Fu Yaoye was obviously wearing clean white clothes, which gave people a sense of oppression, as if he was about to merge with the darkness in the next second.

Xiao Jianyuan hurriedly looked away, and asked again: "Where is this? Aren't we in Pingling Mountain..."

"Brother." Fu Yaoye interrupted him, and suddenly put his hand on Xiao Jianyuan's neck, Xiao Jianyuan trembled in shock.

Seeing Xiao Jianyuan looking at him, Fu Yaoye raised the corners of his lips in satisfaction.

He seemed to be in a very good mood, smiling with his eyes bent, and his tone was calm: "We are in Pingling Mountain..."

"The place where tens of thousands of demon cultivators were once suppressed, at the foot of Pingling Mountain—"

With a smile on his face, he slowly spit out two words: "Mo Yuan."

As soon as he finished speaking, the oppressive aura suddenly became stronger, and thick black mist swept across the sky, trying to swallow the two of them in vain.

But Fu Yaoye just caressed his sleeves lightly, and with a wave of his hand, the black mist dispersed. He smiled casually, and asked Xiao Jianyuan warmly: "Brother, what's wrong?"

Xiao Jianyuan looked into his red eyes, and couldn't help but sink: "System, is this really Moyuan?"

The system beeped twice and said, "Yes."

The bottom of Pingling Mountain is the Demon Abyss?

Xiao Jianyuan: "Why didn't you tell me then?"

The system is also very wronged: "Although the original book is about Moyuan, there is almost no mention of Pingling Mountain. Who knew there is a mountain above Moyuan."

It muttered again in a low voice: "In the original book, Jiao Zhengqing also failed to get out of the Demon Abyss..."

I don't know when the Devil's Abyss was formed. It has always been called the most filthy area in the world, because it is the place where the magic breath was first formed.

Xiao Jianyuan recalled that Master Yaozhen had suppressed Moxiu in Pingling Mountain a hundred years ago, so the black mist was probably the devil's breath and resentment accumulated for hundreds of years.

Fu Yaoye saw that he was silent, maybe he hadn't spoken for a long time.

He never let go of the hand holding Xiao Jianyuan's wrist, and now he was pulling him forward again.

Hei Wu seemed to retreat when he met them. If there was a black mist with a strong magic breath and refused to give in, Fu Yaoye would directly break him up.

Xiao Jianyuan couldn't help asking, "When will we find the exit?"

Fu Yaoye paused, turned his head to look at him, and said in an unclear tone, "Brother really wants to go out?"

"Otherwise?" Xiao Jianyuan felt that his words were very problematic, so he stopped and called him: "Fu Yaoye."

Fu Yaoye didn't drag him forward forcefully, but also stopped, he sighed: "Brother really doesn't like this place very much."

Before Xiao Jianyuan could speak, Fu Yaoye hugged him and continued on his way.

Xiao Jianyuan grabbed the fabric on his chest and shouted in shock: "Fu Yaoye, what are you doing? Let me down!"

Fu Yaoye ignored him, and said to himself: "Why doesn't Senior Brother want to stay here with me?"

His tone was quite innocent, but he didn't show any mercy to the black mist, he directly dispersed them, and carried Xiao Jianyuan to a courtyard.

Xiao Jianyuan was stunned when he saw the courtyard.

It was actually built exactly the same as the bamboo house Xiao Jianyuan lived in on Qingheng Mountain.

It's just that in the darkness where you can't see your fingers, the courtyard is covered with white jade walls, which gives off a soft light.

Xiao Jianyuan felt cold when he looked at it, and asked in a low voice: "You...what are you doing?"

"I think senior brother definitely doesn't like magic breath, it doesn't matter." Fu Yaoye put him down, but put his arms around his waist tightly, and said in a warm voice: "Now there are no magic cultivators under the devil abyss, and these magic breaths will also was slowly dispelled."

There is no magic cultivator anymore...does it mean that they all broke the suppression of Pingling Mountain and left?

How to dispel the magic breath?Shall we drive them all to the outside world?

Xiao Jianyuan was furious, and shook off his hand: "Why is there no magic cultivator?"

He looked at Fu Yaoye's dark red eyes, and said indiscriminately: "Aren't you a demon cultivator?!"

Hearing this, Fu Yaoye's face darkened slightly: "It turns out that senior brother has always cared that I'm a demon cultivator."

Xiao Jianyuan was startled, his expression froze, and he hurriedly said: "No..."

"I clearly told my senior brother what I want, whether it is to be a demon cultivator or continue to be in Qingheng Mountain." Fu Yaoye held his hand tightly, and said slowly: "I just want to be with senior brother."

He asked softly, "Why doesn't senior brother believe it?"

He pulled Fu Yaoye into the courtyard, Xiao Jianyuan tried to break free from his hand: "Fu Yaoye, calm down..."

"We'll talk about these things later, without the demon cultivator, the suppression will definitely wreak havoc in the world; let's go back to Qingheng Mountain first..."

Except for the material, the courtyard was exactly the same as Xiao Jianyuan's bamboo house, but he didn't feel familiar with it at all, on the contrary, the closer he got, the more fearful he became.

Seeing that he couldn't make sense at all, Xiao Jianyuan said angrily: "Anyway, I won't go in with you even if I die!"

Fu Yaoye suddenly turned around, pressed his fingers firmly against Xiao Jianyuan's lips: "Don't let me hear the word 'death'!"

He softened his tone again, and rubbed Xiao Jianyuan's head like a coquettish puppy: "Senior brother, don't say these words, it's too unlucky..."

He stroked Xiao Jianyuan's hair, and said in a gentle voice, "I'll let senior brother walk in with me."

"What do you mean--"

Before Xiao Jianyuan had time to think out what he said, his lips and teeth were blocked.

Fu Yaoye put one arm around his waist and the other on the back of his neck, entangled his lips wantonly in an absolutely aggressive posture, and acted fiercely.

This kiss was more aggressive than in the realm of Yundu, Xiao Jianyuan couldn't move at all, and was forced to bear it.

After a long time, just when Xiao Jianyuan thought Fu Yaoye was going to stop, the other party bit his lips again, and poured the warm, fishy and sweet liquid into his mouth.

Xiao Jianyuan was caught off guard, pushed him away forcefully, gritted his teeth and said, "What did you feed me?!"

Pushed by him, Fu Yaoye took a step back. There was still blood on his mouth, and he was still smiling with his lips bent, wiping away the blood with his fingers.

The answer is self-evident.

Xiao Jianyuan was in a state of confusion. He wanted to ask Fu Yaoye why he was feeding him blood, but suddenly he took a step forward uncontrollably.

He looked at his hand in amazement, slowly reaching out to Fu Yaoye like a puppet, but Fu Yaoye held his hand with a smile.

Xiao Jianyuan suddenly remembered Jiao Zhengqing's words: "...Don't you doubt why you are so afraid of the cold?"

"Puppet art..." Xiao Jianyuan said slowly, the bloody smell still remained in his mouth: "When did you play it for me?"

Puppetry is a very ancient magical cultivation method, which requires the blood of the caster to be fed to others to manipulate their bodies.

Fu Yaoye lived his whole life again, so it didn't seem so unexpected to be able to realize these things; but when will he...

Xiao Jianyuan suddenly remembered that Fu Yaoye warmed his hands when he was in the Northwest Territory; during this journey, Fu Yaoye served him every cup of tea; every time he went to an inn, he had to order a table full of dishes...

Xiao Jianyuan was short of breath, and the hand held by Fu Yaoye was as stiff as ice. He looked at Fu Yaoye in disappointment, without saying a word.

"Senior brother, don't look at me like that..." Xiao Jianyuan let go of his hand, and the sense of restraint suddenly eased; Fu Yaoye held him in his arms, and murmured against his forehead: "I just want senior brother to listen to me." ..."

"I want my brother to watch me forever and stay with me forever,"

The dark red eyes were so close that Xiao Jianyuan could almost see his own reflection locked in them.

Fu Yaoye's face is still gentle and gentle, but the pupils of his eyes are loose; he let the devilish energy in his body disperse and mix into the devil's breath in the devil's abyss, and he can't tell whether he is swallowing up the devil's abyss The magic breath, still allowed himself to be eaten away.

He has lost his mind.

Xiao Jianyuan raised his hand to press the red mark on his forehead, and said awkwardly: "I've been with you all this time, I left Qingheng Mountain with you, and came here with you..."

"Senior brother," before Xiao Jianyuan finished speaking, Fu Yaoye interrupted him, and he asked softly, "Did you really volunteer to accompany me to leave the sect?"