Long Aotian's apprentice always pretends to be weak

On the small town street at the foot of the mountain, mortals and monks came and went, it was very lively.

Only a man in black robe and gold crown seemed out of place in this lively scene.

His ink robe was stained dark with blood, his face was pale, his eyes looked empty and lifeless.

In a daze, the man heard a few familiar words from the restaurant beside him, and his staggering steps stopped suddenly.

Inside the Anyang Building, the middle-aged monk sitting by the window on the second floor squeezed his beard, took a sip of the wine in the white jade cup, looked around for a week at the friends sitting beside him, pointed at the door and asked Said: "Do you know what the white cloth outside the Anyang Tower is there for?"

"I'm not waiting for you to talk about it, so don't be fooled, just tell us."

The middle-aged monk looked around at the curious expressions of several people, then pinched his beard and said in a contented voice: "It is said that the owner of this Anyang Tower received the love of Master Xuanhong. What happened a few days ago, No, the white cloth is hanging here."

"Ah? What is rumored outside is actually true? Master Xuanhong has such a high level of cultivation, that he really followed the way of that ghost?"

"That thing is insidious and cunning. I heard that it was originally a tie. I didn't expect him to suddenly become violent and play unscrupulous tricks. Master Xuanhong was unprepared for a while, and it ended in this way."

"It's so despicable. I didn't expect such a ghost to be suppressed at the back mountain of Tianyan Sect."

The man in the black robe and golden crown standing outside lowered his eyes, his expression getting darker.

His hearing is excellent, he heard everything in the restaurant without missing a word.

……

"What happened later? What happened later?"

The middle-aged monk went on to say: "I only heard that the scene was extremely chaotic at that time. Master Xuanhong tried his last sliver of strength to scatter the soul and spirit of this unknown person with a palm, and finally there was a scream. Those who were even arrogant have been wiped out."

He paused for a while as he spoke, with regret on his expression: "However, Master Xuanhong also passed away."

"...What a pity."

The man in the green and white Taoist robe waved his hands and said: "It's a pity, I heard that among the people with unfathomable cultivation in the Tianyan Sect, Master Xuanhong is the number one. Now the Tianyan Sect's vitality has been seriously injured."

After that, he shook his head and looked away from the middle-aged monk in front of him.

With a few movements of turning his head, his eyes inadvertently fell on a person standing on the street.

The bronzing pattern embroidered on the man's black robe was very familiar.

"Eh?!"

The pupils of the man in the blue and white Taoist robe suddenly shrank, before he could be shocked in time, he turned around and pointed at the people on the street, "Look, everyone, is that man Nightmare Demon Lord?"

"Huh? Who is there? Did you read it wrong?" Everyone followed his direction and looked over, but there was no Nightmare Demon Lord on the street.

"Are you still here just now?"

"Did you miss it, what is he doing here when he has nothing to do?"

"Besides, all demon cultivators are cruel by nature, not to mention the famous Yanchen Demon Lord. If he was really here just now, and he turned around and saw your pale face, I'm afraid you would have already been decapitated."

Listening to the ridicule of several people, the middle-aged monk who was sitting quietly rubbed his index finger on the teacup in his hand and said again: "Speaking of this Nightmare Demon Monarch, I have heard one more thing."

"That day's battle, he actually rushed to the Tianyan Sect halfway... I heard from a fellow Taoist in the Tianyan Sect that the one who used to be a member of the Tianyan Sect."

......

After talking for a while, several people chatted about other topics, and as they drank a few glasses of wine, the conversation became louder...

The white coarse cloth hanging at the entrance of the restaurant swayed a slight arc in the air with the cool south wind, as if it was holding something back.

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There is an entry formation outside the Chen Gate, and the Nightmare Lord Chu Huan they are talking about is standing in front of the Chen Gate at this time, drawing a string of runes skillfully while raising his hand.

After activating the formation, Chu Huan staggered down the road in his memory to the depths in a trance, not paying attention to the situation inside the door at all.

Suddenly, there was a clear and pleasant bell sound in the air.

Chu Huan paused.

He realized something was wrong.

On weekdays, even if there is no noise in the Chenmen, it will never be as quiet as it is now.

Four silver bells tied with black ribbons were hung on the eaves of the small pavilion beside him. At this time, several silver bells were shaking gently with the breeze.

Chu Huan's eyes didn't stay on the silver bell for long, and he soon noticed several abnormalities in the corner of the small pavilion.

Weird black runes loomed on the empty pillars.

That's not what he set up!

Alarm bells rang in Chu Huan's heart, and at the same time as he flew back to the back, the black rune seemed to sense something, and at the same time a dazzling red light flashed.

In an instant, it turned into a few arm-thick iron chains flying towards him from all directions. Before he could draw out his sword, he turned sideways and narrowly dodged a few chains, tearing at the injured part of his waist and abdomen during his movements. .

Immediately afterwards, the chains changed direction and attacked him again. Chu Huan's smooth movements paused because of the injury, and he couldn't dodge in time. Finally, he was restrained in place by the chains that struck again, unable to move.

He frowned and glanced at the iron chain around his waist, and exerted some strength, but instead of breaking the chain, it bound him even tighter.

"Don't struggle, this chain will not be broken." A woman's voice came from the dark, she was dressed in a dark red dress, her voice was very crisp.

After Chu Huan heard this voice, his heart was relieved. He didn't look back, but rubbed his eyebrows and said wearily: "Lian'er, don't make trouble, untie it."

"I didn't play around with you anymore, Demon Lord Nightmare Chen. I didn't know until today that all my sufferings from childhood to adulthood came from you." The woman slowly walked in front of Chu Huan, raised her sword and pointed at Chu Huan with red eyes. He, choked up.

"I respect you as an elder brother, but I didn't expect that in the end it was you who killed my relatives and made me an orphan!"

"What are you talking about?" Chu Huan was stunned.

"What am I talking about, don't you know in your heart?"

Before Chu Huan could speak, the woman said again: "If I hadn't traveled abroad and met fellow Taoist Xiao Zhuo Xiao, who told me all this, I don't know how long I would have been kept in the dark by you."

"What did he tell you?"

Chu Huan looked at the sword of the woman in front of him that finally touched his chest, and the expression on his face froze with this action.

Then, Chu Huan concealed the complexity in his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up.

"That's why you trust him?"

"What I believe is the truth!" The woman's gorgeous sleeves swayed in the air a few times because of her excited tone.

"Unlock the chain, Chu Lian." While saying this, Chu Huan's hand behind his back also moved slightly, so small that it was almost imperceptible.

Just at this moment of effort, he already clearly felt that the spiritual power in his body was gradually sealed by this chain, leaving only a little spiritual energy circulating.

He was already seriously injured, but now that he had no strong spiritual power to sustain him, he was at the end of his strength.

"He gave me this chain. Tell me everything you have kept from me." Chu Lian paused, and she looked at the chained Chu Huan with a complicated expression.

"I will untie it with you."

"How can I hide something from you that I never did?"

There was darkness in front of Chu Huan's eyes, and his consciousness was gradually slackening. Even so, his left hand was still behind his back.

"Why haven't you done it? You are, and you still don't want to tell me." Chu Lian said every word, and the hanging hand clenched into a fist.

Chu Huan looked at the woman in front of her who was stubborn and unusual, and was silent for a moment.

A cold light flashed on the fingertips behind his back.

"You said... um"

The woman's words stopped, her body swayed, she staggered a step forward, almost fell to her knees on the ground, and was able to support herself on the ground with the long sword in her hand.

I saw a few long needles shining coldly on her chest.

The woman covered her chest, the panic flashed across her face, she looked up at Chu Huan, with a bit of resentment in her eyes.

"...haha, Lord Nightmare Chen is going to kill even my so-called younger sister?"

"Unlock the chain." Chu Huan knew that she couldn't listen to anything at this time, so he didn't explain that the needles were only temporarily sealing her spiritual power.

Chu Lian didn't move, she lowered her head, with a sneer on the corner of her mouth, then stood up staggeringly, closed her eyes slightly, and chanted a very awkward spell.

As the last syllable fell, there was a strong wind in the entire Chenmen, and the dead leaves on the branches were blown everywhere by the wind.

Immediately afterwards, countless sword qi condensed in the air, and when the woman's gesture fell, it stabbed fiercely into the chest of the man bound by chains.

"Well"

Chu Huan's pupils shrank sharply, and he let out a muffled snort. A thread of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth and flowed down his chin.

Seeing the glaring redness at the corner of Chu Huan's mouth, the heart of the woman holding the sword throbbed violently. She turned her head to hide the flash of ferocity on her face.

When he turned around again, he still had that heartbroken expression on his face.

The chains on Chu Huan's body instantly turned into iron filings because of the sword energy entering his body.

Without anything to support him, the man in the black robe and gold crown fell straight down.

Chu Lian stepped forward to catch him, preventing him from falling directly to the ground.

"you..."

Enduring the severe pain, Chu Huan managed to regain consciousness, and glanced at the woman beside him in disbelief.

Before the words could be spoken, his consciousness was swallowed by severe pain.

Tears from the corners of the woman's eyes slid down her cheeks and dripped onto Chu Huan's face without a trace of warmth.

A few strings of silver bells on the pavilion swayed with the cool wind that has not stopped, and the clear and ethereal voice echoed in the silent Chenmen, which was particularly ear-piercing.

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In the pure white space, the man lying quietly on the white jade couch with crow-black eyelashes trembled slightly, but he was still awake.

"You are willing to live a lifetime..."

After a while, an ethereal voice suddenly echoed in the entire pure white space.

Hearing the ethereal voice echoing in his ears, the man on the white jade couch frowned and slowly opened his eyes.

The person who had just woken up felt dizzy at this moment, and sat up while covering his chaotic head.

Looking around, Chu Huan realized that he was in a space full of white at this time, with ample spiritual energy floating in the air, a white jade stone collapsed under him, and a platform in front of him. nothing else.

Chu Huan looked down at his waist and abdomen, the hideous wound had healed, and even the wound where he was pierced by Wan Dao's sword energy in the end was gone.

That voice sounded again.

"You may wish to live a lifetime."

"Who?" Chu Huan frowned, clenched his fists, and asked vigilantly.

"I am the law of the world in which you live."

"Don't even dare to show up, and dare to call yourself the law of the world?" Chu Huan sneered.

After hearing Chu Huan's words, the people in the secret place were strangely silent for a moment. Then, a white jade table suddenly rose in front of Chu Huan. On the flat table was a booklet with a messy design and color.

"If you pick up this book, you will know." The solemn voice sounded again.

Chu Huan only glanced lightly.

There is absolutely no point in going to see it.

After seeing his reaction, the god in the dark expressed a hint of urgency amidst doubts.

"Why don't you take it?"

"Why do you want to take it?"

"..." His voice choked for a moment, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

Within a few breaths, the book on the table flew in front of Chu Huan, and the pages were quickly turned and stopped on one of the pages.

As if to prevent Chu Huan from wanting to look, big golden characters that were the same as those in the book floated out of the air.

"You are the person of the world in this book, that is, the world I control."

Although Chu Huan was not interested, he still raised his eyes and casually glanced at the words placed in front of him by the so-called law.

The text in the book briefly described what happened after he became the Demon Lord of Nightmare Chen. This content did not make him appear shocked, as long as he did a little research, this information could be easily obtained.

The more he looked back, the more frightened Chu Huan became.

Although the content of this book is very concise, there are actually details in it that he has never told others.

He raised his hand to take down the book floating in front of his eyes, and briefly flipped through it.

Only then did I discover that he was not the main one inside.

The book tells the story of an orphan named Xiao Zhuo, who has experienced various difficulties since he joined the Tianyan Sect, grew from a mortal to a top powerhouse, and finally killed his mother and enemies to cultivate the Tao.There is even the battle of the Tianyan Sect in it. The book doesn't focus much on the monster sealed in the back mountain, it only tells the story of the Tianyan Sect's vital energy being seriously injured because of the death of the real Xuanhong.

The simple strokes on it made Chu Huan irresistibly recall the appearance of the white-browed old man with dark red stains falling from the air that day when the setting sun was like blood.

But looking at it, Chu Huan's attention was diverted, and he suddenly realized that in the battle described in the book, there was no mention of him going to Tianyanzong?

In addition, there is another strange place: in this book, Chu Lian has never been in contact with the so-called Xiao Zhuo in her mouth. In the book, she has been loyally following behind him until the end. Live in seclusion and leave the world of comprehension.

Chu Huan's slender fingertips rubbed the shiny paper in his hand, his thoughts were hard to guess.

After a while, he finally opened his mouth and said, "Xiao Zhuo?"

"Yes, it is the Xiao Zhuo that you are thinking of."

Chu Huan's eyes moved away from the book in his hand: "Law, how do you want me to come back to this life?"