Xianjun, please calm down

A few days later, the demons completely withdrew from the Demon Realm. The ten-year-long battle between humans and demons finally came to an end. heroic spirit.

It's just that among the remaining heroic spirits, there is no Xing Zhao.

There is no corpse, no remnant soul, he went to the battlefield alone ten years ago, and died alone on the eve of the great victory, as if there had never been a person named Xing Zhao in this world.

No, someone remembered him. Many years later, Master Biyun became Venerable Biyun, but he still couldn't forget his best friend who shed blood on Cangshan that day.

After Mozun returned to the Demon Palace, he did two things. One was to label the Demon Sealing Art as a forbidden technique, and he was not allowed to pass it on and use it easily. The other was to issue a truce order and withdraw the Demon Army.

In the Mozun's sleeping hall, there is an unknown secret room, which stores the things that the Mozun considers precious. On the black jade case at the innermost end, there is a small shelf, and a transparent ball is placed on the shelf. Trapped a faint, smoke-like little flame.

It is weak and floating, as if it will disperse in the next moment, but it can't disperse all the time, because the crystal ball traps and protects it, making it unable to disperse or float away.

"The Demon Realm is extremely boring. It seems that there is nothing to do except practice."

Mozun stood in front of the jade table and said this to the smoky soul fire in the ball.

The soul fire was beating slightly, and could not react to his words.

Mozun looked at the small group of weak soul fire, and what appeared in front of his eyes was the handsome and lively young man with a smile on his lips that day in Tianmo City. With every gesture, Gu Pan shines.

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I don't know how many years later, Mozun woke up in another retreat, feeling the bottleneck stuck at the critical point that could not be broken no matter what, went to the secret room and said to the soul fire: "Maybe I still want to go to Lingzhou , this is my obsession."

So the battle between humans and demons broke out again, but the Demon Lord was always not interested in it, so he handed it over to the third demon son Yan Cang to take charge of this matter, and he didn't even bother to ask about the progress.

One day, Yan Cang came to him and told him that he wanted a human cultivator and begged him to catch one.

Mozun suddenly became interested. This son was much smarter than him. He wanted to see if Yan Cang could get what he wanted, and whether all human cultivators were equally stubborn.

So after the start of the war, he went to the battlefield for the first time, and found that the human race did not even have a Mahayana cultivator. While laughing at the uselessness of the human race in his heart, he suddenly panicked. continent?

Does he really want to go to Lingzhou?

The blood-colored Lingzhou is actually not beautiful at all, and it is not as good as the cold and dark Demon Realm, which does not distinguish between day and night.

He pretended he didn't find anything, and returned to the Demon Realm after arresting him.

That man was very interesting, he looked very much like Xing Zhao when he was locked up in the hall. When he was free, Mozun liked to go over and take a look, just like Xing Zhao was when he was locked up in his side hall.

Coincidentally, that person actually knew about Xing Zhao. Incredibly, he actually said that Xing Zhao might have feelings for him. If the relationship between them hadn't started like that, maybe everything would have been different.

There is love... Is there love between cultivators?Like the relationship between that cultivator named Ji Xia and his Taoist companion?

But looking at Xing Zhao's appearance, he doesn't look like that. He spits on him and never gives him a good face. Every time he sees him, he always looks disgusted.

However, Lingzhou cultivators are used to putting on a show, so who knows what is going on in his mind except himself?

He returned to his dormitory, entered the secret room, and asked the smoky soul fire: "Are you affectionate? To me?"

At this moment, he was suddenly a little happy, but also a little eager, and wanted Xing Zhao to answer his question.

He suddenly remembered that there were some classics about the demon world in the Demon Palace. It seemed that there was a kind of soul tree. If a remnant soul was planted in it, tens of thousands of years later, it would be possible to turn the branches into demon bones and reincarnate into demons.

It is also a miracle in the world that the demons have no souls, but they grow soul trees.

He dug out those classics and found the records about the soul tree.

If Xing Zhao's soul fire is planted in it, one day, he will be able to answer his own question.

With this momentum, the Demon Lord practiced even more diligently. He closed the Demon Lord Hall and devoted himself to cultivating for ascension to the Demon Realm as soon as possible.

To his delight, the bottleneck that had been lying there was broken at some point.

Soon, he finally ushered in the last catastrophe in Mosheng as he wished. He looked at the rolling catastrophe clouds in the sky, and a soft smile that no one could see appeared on his usually cold face.

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Demon Realm

Many demons know that there is a strange demon living on Tengyun Mountain in the Demon Realm. No one knows his name. When mentioning him, he can only be called Tengyun. It soon took root on Tengyun Mountain, and it has been many years now, from a low cultivation level that no one cares about to a high cultivation level, no one dares to mess with it, and countless years have passed in between.

He never associates with others, does not participate in the battle of gods and demons, and never competes for status and territory. He is not interested in anything that makes demons flock to him. He just plays with a sick young tree in the desolate forest In the early stage, he would occasionally go down the mountain, holding a pot with a sapling in his arms. Later, the tree grew up and could no longer be moved, so he never went down the mountain again.

He has a weird personality, he seems to have no desires, he is a strange monster in the demon world, but fortunately he never goes down the Tengyun Mountain, and does not have any conflict of interest with any demon, as long as you don't touch his tree with your hands, it will be useless to others threaten.

On a seemingly ordinary day, the small tree planted in the middle of the house suddenly shimmered. Under the eager gaze of the demon king, the stretched branches turned into smooth arms, and the trunk turned into two straight arms. With long legs, the brilliance dissipated, and the long hair hanging down like a waterfall half covered the clean and clean body without any scars.

Mozun gently raised his hand, and brushed the hair half covering his face behind his ears, revealing Xing Zhao's handsome face.

This action seemed to wake up the young man in his dream. His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened them. When he saw the pale-faced man in black clothes and black hair in front of him, his eyes were somewhat puzzled.

Mozun opened his mouth, and finally asked the question he had always wanted to ask: "Are you affectionate? To me?"

The young man blinked slowly, and repeated in doubt: "Sentimental? To you?"

Mozun privately took these two question marks as a full stop, and he smiled softly, very happily.

The young man tilted his head slightly, and also smiled: "You look so pretty when you smile."

He raised his slender fingers and lightly poked Mozun's cheek to reveal a small, imperceptible pear dimple, and added: "It's very cute."

Mozun held his hand, looked into his eyes and said, "I am...Teng Yun, let's get to know each other again."

The young man thought for a while, and said in distress: "Teng Yun... what about me? Who am I?"

Mozun said word by word: "Xing Zhao, you are Xing Zhao."

This time, I am not a Demon Lord, and you are not a human cultivator, let's get to know each other again.