Wearing a book, the paranoid devil is crying in my arms

Too many memories from the previous life were revived little by little, and the chaotic picture became more and more heart-piercing.

In the first life, he was the emperor of the gods and Qi Zexi was the emperor of the devil, and they could not end well.

In the second life, he came to Qi Zexi's mansion as a counselor, and then followed Qi Zexi to the battlefield, but Qi Zexi died under thousands of arrows to protect him.

In the third life, he was the emperor of a country, and Qi Zexi was the general of a country. It was destined that the two of them would not end well, and later Qi Zexi died at his hands.

In the fourth life, he was a scholar, and Qi Zexi was a knight, and Qi Zexi protected him well in the troubled times again, and he could not end well.

In the fifth life, he was the emperor and Qi Zexi was the general. Later, he was condemned by everyone, and they rebelled and imprisoned him for half his life. Later, he committed suicide with hatred.

The sixth world...the seventh world...the eighth world...every time they will not end well.

In the ninth life, he is the master, Qi Zexi is the devil, and he accepts him as his apprentice.

The suffocating grief seemed to overwhelm him. In the eight previous lives, Qi Zexi died to protect him comprehensively.

Breaking through hundreds of years, the voice in my ear is familiar and unfamiliar.

"Senior brother, Qi Zexi is now in charge of the Demon Clan, and Ye Ling has given up the power. Other cultivation sects have suffered heavy losses one after another. The next one is Yun Qingzong. Senior brother, give him Senior Brother Qinghan."

"Brother, you shouldn't gamble with the world. He said that he just wanted to take Senior Brother Qinghan away. After all, he is his disciple, so it is impossible to hurt him."

"Brother, Yun Qingzong can't afford to gamble."

"Senior brother, I and all the senior brothers are begging you."

"Uh..." The noisy voices in my ears were Yun Qingzong's many juniors, but Xie Luoliang remained silent from the beginning to the end.

Jun Qinghan fell into a coma for half a year, Qi Zexi went crazy and massacred the sects of cultivation, Qingye Sect, Yukong Sect, and Chenyang Sect were hit hard one after another.

Especially the Yukong Sect was destroyed. Luo Yunyan personally beheaded Lin Wenyu and disappeared.

Now only Yun Qingzong, Qi Zexi did not attack, Xie Luoliang sneered, his eyes swept over the expressions of Shen Wenxi and the others one by one.

"If he wants to destroy Yun Qingzong, it also depends on whether he has the ability. I will not die. Let me see who of you dares to hand over Qinghan!"

"Brother." Shen Wenxi froze for a moment, then looked at Xie Luoliang in shock.

But behind Xie Luoliang in the Xuanjing coffin, Jun Qinghan's fingertips trembled slightly, no one noticed his reaction.

Xie Luoliang turned his head and glanced at Jun Qinghan. Seventh and Eighth knelt on the ground, and it took a while before they spoke.

"The demons have besieged Yunqingzong for three months, brother, you can't take the lives of Yunqingzong's disciples..."

"To shut up!"

Xie Luoliang is not surprised that his life is selfish. Even if he gambled on the entire Yunqing Sect's centuries-old foundation, he would never hand over Jun Qinghan to him.

Turning around and walking out of Yun Qingzong, the outside of the mountain gate has long been besieged by the demon army.

Qi Zexi sat on the chair, staring coldly at Xie Luoliang who walked out of Yunqingzong. If Gu Jijun hadn't woke up and blamed him, he would have wiped out the entire Yunqingzong.

Seeing Xie Luoliang walk out, Qi Zexi sneered, and he, a mortal, would cooperate with him in the fight?

"Qi Zexi, if you kill me today, you can take Qinghan away."

Xie Luoliang directly challenged Qi Zexi, and Qi Zexi stood up, stepping into the void.

"Just you?"

Xie Luoliang looked at him with cold eyes. Qi Zexi's magic power has increased greatly now, but he has not recovered to the previous state.

If it wasn't for You Yuli and Su Yuan who crossed the sea without concealing the truth, Tianjun might already know of his existence now.

Jun Qinghan slowly opened his eyes and looked at the transparent Xuanjing above his head. He was in a daze for a while before he could react. He moved his arms and his whole body became stiff.

"Senior brother and Qi Zexi started fighting."

The sixth child ran in from the outside in a panic, and the few people were stunned for a moment when they heard this, and then hurried out.

There was no one in the empty hall, so Jun Qinghan raised his hand, and with surging spiritual power, he suddenly pushed the lid of the coffin of Xuanjing away.

After sleeping for a long time, his feet staggered as soon as they hit the ground.

Xie Luoliang, who was at the peak of the Mahayana period, met Qi Zexi, the movement was naturally great, and the wound on his heart had healed a lot.

Jun Qinghan's face was pale, and he staggered out of the hall quickly, and he could see the laurel flowers flying in his yard.

And the chessboard under the tree was still there, which made him feel dazed for a moment.

Qi Zexi slapped Xie Luoliang's shoulder with a palm, and he took a few steps back one after another, his blood surged and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

Without giving him a chance to react, Qi Zexi raised his hand again, forming a seal in his hand, with surging magic power, he came to Xie Luoliang again.

However, his eyes suddenly fell on Jun Qinghan who was behind Xie Luoliang, and the crowd slowly stepped aside, Jun Qinghan walked out of the crowd in white clothes.

He froze for a moment, opened his eyes wide, his lips trembled slightly, "Master..."

Xie Luoliang was distracted for a while and avoided Qi Zexi, the aura surged in his palm and came towards Qi Zexi's heart.

"Be careful……"

Regardless of his weak body, Jun Qinghan's robes were flying, his feet stepped on the void, and his figure quickly appeared in front of Qi Zexi, with a seal in his hand to block Xie Luoliang's palm.

Xie Luoliang was stunned for a moment, a smear of blood slowly appeared at the corner of Jun Qinghan's mouth, seeing this, Xie Luoliang hurriedly stopped.

Qi Zexi stared blankly at the person standing in front of him, with a hoarse and difficult voice.

"Master..." This sound was too complicated, mixed with too many emotions.

Jun Qinghan turned around, his ink hair flying, he met Qi Zexi's red eyes, and a smile slowly rose from the corner of his pale mouth.

He raised his hand to hold Qi Zexi in his arms, too many memories, too much guilt.

"Sorry, I'm late for the teacher."

In the past, Qi Zexi was always the first to apologize, but this time he spoke first.

Qi Zexi froze for a moment, froze in place, with a sore nose, obviously shouldn't be crying, but the emotions in this life are too strong.

His eyes were slightly red, and it took him a long time to slowly reach out to hold Jun Qinghan in his arms.

"You asked me back then if I would come back? Ze Xi, I'm back."

Qi Zexi's lips trembled for a long time but he was speechless, and they stayed together for a hundred years, if he hadn't used his magic power and blood to summon his soul back then.

If Qi Zexi hadn't devoted his whole life to cultivation, he would not be alive, and how could Tianjun easily strangle Qi Zexi to death.

His cultivation is not a problem at all in a battle with Tianjun.

It took a while to hear Qi Zexi's difficult words, crossing the century-old river and the entanglement of eight generations.

"Just come back."

Xie Luoliang was stunned in place, and everyone was surprised to see the two hugging in place.

His white clothes and Qi Zexi's black clothes were entangled in the wind, and for a long time Jun Qinghan let go of Qi Zexi.

A slightly immature voice came, and the white deer tugged at the corner of Jun Qinghan's clothes.

"Master, do you still remember me?"

Jun Qinghan lowered his head, Bailu had grown up, and his eyes were staring straight at him.

"Do you still go to Wen Yan to steal things now? Have you made trouble with other gods and fairies?"

He raised his hand and rubbed Bailu's head, but this action made Bailu's mouth curl, and the grievance of hundreds of years of longing burst in an instant.