God, he quietly likes this seat

The Ninth Demon Lord occupied Yan Huaizhou's body, first he couldn't stop laughing wildly, then he gave Zhong Ling who was trapped in the barrier, and said in a sinister tone: "Stupid."

His voice was hoarse and obscure, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.Yunji noticed that the aura around him had changed almost instantly, and instinctively sensed the danger.It's just that he couldn't figure out the reason, and he was determined not to back down, but after a moment's pause, a more tyrannical demonic aura burst out from his pale hands, overturning the person in front of him.

"A little demon cultivator dares to be rampant in front of me!"

The Ninth Demon Venerable snorted coldly, he reacted very quickly, and immediately jumped up on the spot, his body was as light as a swallow flying on the corridor, and his volley kick hit Yunji's chest.The tyrannical evil spirit was completely penetrated under his feet, and Yunji was also kicked a long way by him, almost hitting the nearby mountain wall, and he straightened up in embarrassment after a long while.

He had never suffered such a big loss, he clenched his fists in disbelief, and his face under the hood was almost distorted.

The demon cultivators never expected that something that had no suspense would suddenly change, and it seemed that the person in front of him would turn the situation around by himself.At this juncture, they just wanted to make a quick decision, and immediately besieged the Ninth Demon Venerable, refusing to leave any more room.

But the Ninth Demon Lord really deserves to be hailed as the strongest venerable who has been hailed as the strongest combat power in the demon world for thousands of years. Although in the end there is only this last ray of immortality left, the viciousness of the attack should not be underestimated.The unworldly magic art, which has always been shameless by the people of the immortal sect, has reached the perfection in his hands, and the spells that are easily picked up are also open and closed.

Zhong Ling saw that he summoned the Nether Holy Flame from his palm with ease. This magic flame was originally cultivated by the Ninth Demon Venerable with the sacrifice of his own true essence. Now that he felt the breath of the old master, it naturally burned more wantonly arrogance.Even though a crowd of demon cultivators and monsters swarmed up, not only failed to hurt him at all, but was killed by him several times in and out.

Seeing that so many people couldn't hold him, and that he had lost many loyal subordinates in a short period of time, Yun Ji couldn't help being furious, and couldn't care less.He let out a low cry, and the gloomy gray robe rolled in the cold wind, the embroidery on the corner of the robe flickered, and finally let out a roar that shook the world.

When the beast with the horns of the big demon robe appeared in form, even the Ninth Demon Lord, who was once invincible and ruled the world, couldn't help but put away his frivolity that he didn't care about.There was an unbelievable expression on his face, the whole person was almost frozen there, and he said with a hideous face: "Qongqi?!"

The facts were right in front of him, and Zhong Ling couldn't help but admit that his and Yan Huaizhou's previous speculations had come true.Sure enough, the monsters on the corner of Yunji's robe are exactly what Hua Daoshu said, they have no meaning, they are just decorations embroidered by him, but they are living ancient beasts that really survived in the world!

Wuwu is not the same as Jiuying. Although it does not have an immortal body, it is the most evil thing in the world.Back then, killing Jiuying by chance had to rely on the joint efforts of everyone, and Zhong Ling knew all too well the danger involved.Not to mention that Yan Huaizhou had already been injured before, but he was always so strong and kept it a secret, and Zhong Ling didn't want to expose him.

At this time, there is no one to help, even if the Ninth World Demon Venerable has the power to reach the heavens, how could it be possible to subdue Qiongqi with his own strength?

The Ninth Demon Venerable is now occupying Yan Huaizhou's body, if even he can't resist, then Yan Huaizhou

Zhong Ling only felt that the unprecedented panic seized his heart.

He didn't dare to think about it any further, so he could only try in vain to break through the barrier again and again, even if it could hold Qiongqi back for a moment.But the enchantment set up by Yan Huaizhou is called "Observe and Unswerving", and its only function is "defense". In a dangerous situation, the person who has to execute it is invincible.

This is Yan Huaizhou's only one of the many types of barriers that can be called good.Although it looks simple and unbearable, at first glance it looks like a child playing around, but in fact it is extremely strong, and Zhong Ling's spiritual power is indeed almost exhausted at this time, let alone breaking through the barrier to help him, he is even powerless. , I can't even control my mixed and desperate emotions at this time.

The vegetation in the mountain was all broken, and the rocks were flying, and his angry roar could only echo in the enchantment for a long time.

——Yan Huaizhou has done everything he can for him, but he can't do anything for Yan Huaizhou.

……

As soon as the fierce beast Qiongqi appeared here, the situation of the battle was quickly turned around completely. The Ninth World Demon Venerable changed from being easy-going just now to trying to parry now, but it was just a parry.

Qiongqi is the main force in the battle, and there are countless demon cultivators cooperating with it, chasing and intercepting it.The Ninth World Demon Lord may not be able to dodge every time, so there is only one way to go.During the fierce battle between the two sides, Zhong Ling could even see blood overflowing from his mouth and nose, scarlet and dazzling, which made him feel as if a thousand arrows were being shot in his heart, wishing he could replace him with his own body.

As time passed, the Ninth Demon Venerable's movement gradually slowed down.Qiongqi, an ancient ferocious beast, is already as intelligent as human beings, and even more cunning than human beings, so it seized the right moment and slapped its claws on the back of its prey.In an instant, the scars were horrific, bloody and bloody, bringing out a bunch of bloody flowers.Zhong Ling couldn't even tell whether the scream that broke his heart and soul came from the mouth of the Ninth Demon Lord or Yan Huaizhou.

The Ninth Demon Venerable had never been chased and killed in such a panic since his last life.Although he cultivates magic skills, the avenue he walks under his feet is overwhelming, and I am invincible.For him, he can lose, but he cannot escape.

In the view of the Ninth Demon Venerable, the big deal is that the divine thoughts are completely dissipated, and he doesn't feel that it is a pity that Yan Huaizhou, a junior who has obtained the Netherworld sacred fire he sacrificed with his true essence, and designed to seal his divine soul, died. Even after hiding, he refused to hide any more, and ruthlessly confronted Qiongqi head-on, desperately trying to kill each other, and refused to let him get half of the favor.

On the edge of the simple barrier, rain of blood splattered in all directions, falling in places that were too close to be touched.

At such a moment, for the first time in Zhong Ling's life, he felt endless wavering, timidity and remorse.

Yes, remorse.

This feeling of powerlessness only made him seem to have returned to seven years ago, to the Lingyun Golden Summit of Buzhou Mountain, to the time when he hid his trembling fingers in his sleeves, to the day when he stubbornly walked in the snow. Stand like a rime tree.

None of the limbs was painless, Zhong Ling couldn't restrain himself from thinking about the past in a daze.

He thought of his father who had never reprimanded him for a while, and he remembered the horrified shock of his elder brother who loved him the most when he saw him spit out a mouthful of black blood, and the first time he violated the prohibition of the master, Sneaking up to Zhu Mo Dao secretly to see Yan Huaizhou for the last time is beyond redemption.

Because of the fierce dispute that day, his father ordered him to stop and meditate, and punished him to copy the scriptures for self-examination every day, but to this day, the original feelings are still clearly engraved in his heart.

The sea of ​​clouds in Buzhou Mountain was shining, and the palace was solemn. He stood at the end of the road covered with frost and snow, staring at the word "righteous way" on the ancient gold-plated plaque in a daze.Those two words are powerful and powerful, and their divine light is everlasting, and every time they swirl, they are enough to hurt his eyes.

The body is like a bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror stand.In those days, he had copied these words tens of thousands of times, and finally when he saw Yan Huaizhou with heavy chains all over his body, hanging miserably in the Demon Subduing Formation, Turned into a paper full of absurdity.

Everyone said that he was sensible since he was a child, and he never missed a step in his errands, and he has always done well.He knew that he should know etiquette, know how to advance and retreat, know right from wrong, distinguish right from wrong, practice with all his heart, eliminate demons and defend the way.

He also thought he was sober, he struggled hard, and he tried not to think about it.

But that person was none other than Yan Huaizhou.

It was the young man who was flamboyant but always chasing after him, the junior brother who hated him so much that he made his teeth itch and made him laugh out loud, and the back he could rest assured in life and death.He is always willing to bend a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes into the moon in the sky, and deliberately dragged out his voice to tell him: Ah Ling, just smile, I will always be with you, okay?

He will never forget that when his elder brother was afraid that he would give birth to a demon, and secretly told him the password to enter the battle, and let him go to the Demon Slaying Path, Yan Huaizhou was already speechless in cursing.The Wan Dao sword energy in the subduing demon formation passed through his heart once, and he let out a suppressed growl, the pain made his whole body curl up like a shrimp.

Yan Huaizhou liked to wear white clothes when he was young, and he loved to be clean on weekdays. If his shoes got a little bit of dust, he would jump his feet. When he saw him again in the Path of Execution of Demons, he couldn't even tell the color of the clothes on his body.

That day, I hid behind the cliff, just like now, staring at his figure until I could no longer keep my body steady and knelt on the ground, silently covering my face with my hands.His hands were full of hot tears—in his life, whether it was long or short, it was the first time that he tasted the taste of tears.

Anyone in this world can say that Yan Huaizhou is not good, only he is not qualified.Yan Huaizhou respected him, loved him, protected him, and believed in him without reason. No matter what the situation was, he never owed him anything.

Scenes of the past were gradually overlapping with the reality, Zhong Ling covered his chest, and gradually could not hear all the sounds from the outside world.

If he could endure the momentary heartbeat and longing when Yan Huaizhou said he wanted to walk with him; if he agreed to leave with Yan Huaizhou instead of going his own way regardless of his dissuasion; if he didn't drag Yan Huaizhou off this trip Muddy water... He couldn't tell where he was enjoying himself in a place with a good view.To see fallen flowers all over the path, to admire the clusters of flowers, instead of spilling blood in the sky in this messy devastation, for him, who had no relationship with him before, to give his life with both hands.

He was wrong.

There was no possibility at all, it shouldn't be his, it was just wishful thinking.

——This is what you can’t ask for.