After dressing up as a demon

Jiang Yundu's eyes were as red as blood, his thin lips were pursed into a straight line, he didn't say a word, he raised his hand and waved away Shen Cang's strong pressure, the magic formula in his palm didn't disperse, and he quickly pointed in front of him.

Shen Cang took a step forward and hugged him into his arms.

A blow that didn't hold back at all hit his back, causing his blood to surge, and he only hugged him a little tighter.

"That's too late."

Jiang Yundu was stiff all over.

The familiar breath coming from his ear was mixed with unfamiliar roughness, he turned his face, and was touching Shen Cang's throbbing pulse on the side of Shen Cang's neck.

The touch is clearly warm, but there is an uncontrollable, tearing dull pain that gradually spreads and grinds in the bottom of my heart.

"Have you already decided to do this?"

Shen Cang remained silent, raised his hand to press on the back of his neck, and kissed lightly behind his ear.

Jiang Yundu trembled slightly, his breath was so chaotic that he no longer resembled him.

His clenched fist pressed hard against Shen Cang's back, and he pressed harder and harder, his hoarse voice filled with unspeakable pain: "Shen Cang, what are you—"

This sentence is not finished.

Sensing the loosening of the hand behind him, Shen Cang also paused, kissed Jiang Yundu's eyelids, and finally kissed Jiang Yundu's lips, pulled away from the growing indifference in his arms, and took a step back.

Jiang Yundu's hand brushed against the crook of his arm, and his body instinctively held back, but only halfway through the grasping movement, the hand fell back to his side, as calm as water.

Shen Cang looked at him, half of the smile on his lips was lifted, and it was completely straight.

Jiang Yundu went on to say, "You expected today?"

The person who asked the question was the same, but the tone of the question was completely opposite.

The Mozun's expression still had residual nostalgia, and his eyes were as cold as ice and snow.

is the expected result.

Knowing that this was the result, Shen Nangcang still paused.

Facing Jiang Yundu, who had lost his love and love, he still didn't answer this question, and instead said, "Give it to me."

The courtyard was still dead silent.

In the dark environment shrouded in devilish energy, the expressions of the people around him couldn't be seen clearly, only Shangguan Chu's sniffing sound could be heard occasionally.

Jiang Yundu didn't get entangled in this topic, he turned his palm and took out a golden pill, looked at Shen Cang, as if hesitating: "I shouldn't give you this pill."

Shen Cang stretched out his hand: "You know what to do."

Jiang Yundu frowned slightly, and slowly sent the pill into his palm.

"Don't—" Shangguan Chu couldn't help but uttered, took a step forward, and didn't want to disturb him, turned his head to look at Jing Wuyou, and retreated with tears in his eyes.

He actually didn't know what happened between Shen Cang and Jiang Yundu, but the atmosphere was too depressing and the pain was too obvious, which made him feel sad too.

Especially this pill.

It was Brother Jiang's reluctance to give away this elixir that led to this result.However, senior brother Jiang sent it out so easily now.

Only Feng Huan knew best that what Shen Cang gave Jiang Yundu was the Unfeeling Pill.

He had been standing behind Jiang Yundu, and he could hear the strange and angry question from the master, and he could also hear the calm and general answer afterwards, but he couldn't see the expression of the master, only saw Shen Cang's eyes that were always on the face of the master opposite the master.

People who always do what they want will have things they have to do.

But since you don't want to give up, why bother to give up.

Suddenly.

There was a faint and dull thunder in the air.

Shen Cang looked over: "Congratulations."

His tone sounded the same as usual.

The rest of the people hadn't reacted yet, the hands of the real master Lingji trembled, and blurted out: "Heavenly Tribulation!"

Could it be that Jiang Yundu's love disaster has passed?

Jiang Yundu looked at Shen Cang: "I will stay and help you."

Feng Huan was taken aback.

The master has eaten the Unfeeling Pill, why would he still consider it for Shen Cang?

Shen Cang said: "No need. You are about to cross the catastrophe, staying here is easy to scare the snake, not to mention that Juechentian is afraid of us and finds that you are going back to the fairyland soon, so he will definitely come to stop you first."

Jiang Yundu said: "You want me to go back to the wilderness to survive the catastrophe?"

Shen Cang said: "Yes, find a safe place, it's best not to affect Xiaodongtian, otherwise it will be noticed by Juechentian, which will be detrimental to the plan."

Jiang Yundu closed his eyes for a moment, then said softly, "Yes."

Shangguan Chu's eyes widened: "Brother Jiang..."

It was only then that Feng Huan realized that the Unfeeling Pill only breaks the thread of love and the mind, and the master's words are naturally for the sake of the overall situation.

To be persuaded by a simple sentence at a critical moment, in the heart of the master at this moment, I am afraid that Shen Cang is no different from other people...

He couldn't help looking at Shen Cang.

Shen Cang said: "I remember that after the tribulation, a cultivator will rest in the realm of cultivation for a few days before going to the fairyland. According to the plan, it won't take too long for me to fight against Juechentian. Everything is ready on your side. Come back as soon as possible to deal with the aftermath."

Jiang Yundu said, "Okay."

After his words fell, Shen Cang looked up at the sky.

The dim magic fog shrouded the surroundings, and the vision was actually not clear enough, but the vision about Jiang Yundu had already piled up above his head.

The emperor's return to the throne is not as simple as crossing the catastrophe and ascending.

"Let's go." Shen Cang withdrew his gaze, "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time."

Jiang Yundu glanced at him: "Okay."

The tone is without nostalgia, it is the indifference and indifference that Mozun has deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in the past 800 years.

Feng Huan followed Jiang Yundu respectfully as before, but there was a trace of sadness on his slightly bowed face.

The master valued Shen Cang, and Biyuntian saw it all.

That unfeeling pill took away the human touch of the master who was born for Shen Cang alone, and turned back to that lonely person.

Shangguan Chu's attitude towards Jiang Yundu was still incomprehensible, so he hurriedly said, "Senior brother—"

Shen Cang waved his hand: "Let's all go."

He only said these three words, then turned and left.

Such a hasty and abrupt parting...

Shangguan Chu was full of words still in his heart, he opened his mouth, and watched Shen Cang walking into the mist alone, he felt that this always reliable and tall back suddenly seemed lonely, completely different from the casual and unrestrained in the past.

"Brother..."

Shen Cang didn't turn his head back, and the unreasonable and lonely back was completely submerged in the evil spirit and gradually blurred.

Shangguan Chu looked at Jing Wuyou blankly and worriedly: "Senior brother, what's wrong?"

Jing Wuyou was dazed, when he heard his question, he looked at the indifferent Jiang Yundu, he had already guessed something, and sighed: "Don't ask, just listen to Shen Cang, let's get out of here as soon as possible."

The two of them said goodbye first, and Feng Huan and Lingji real person looked at Jiang Yundu together.

Jiang Yundu took one last look at the direction Shen Cang left, and raised his hand to press his heart slightly.

This short and strange dull pain made him unhappy.

"master?"

Jiang Yundu withdrew his gaze and flicked his sleeves.

The three disappeared in an instant, and there was no movement in the courtyard, and there was a dead silence.

—

Not long after, Shen Cang sensed the breath of the seal.

When he pinched his whereabouts, the system immediately popped up a reminder.

[The exercise "Chengtian Juan (Incomplete)" has been detected, do you want to learn it? 】

There is no trace of Juechentian around.

The time has not yet come.

Soon after, sealing demons turned into exterminating demons, the most important thing is to break first and then stand up.

Shen Cang landed silently, squatted down and pressed the eye of the formation that had been covered by the mountain, closed his eyes and felt the flow of spiritual power under his palm.

The spontaneous familiarity is hard to peel off.

The golden light spots floated out of the ground, merged into the body, and ran actively in the meridians.

This is very convincing for the claim that he is the reincarnation of the emperor.

It's just that up to now, it doesn't matter whose reincarnation he is.

Finishing what needs to be done is already very worthy of this cultivation world, worthy of his life that was picked up in vain——

I don't know what to remember, Shen Cang tightened his hand on the ground.

The hot touch on his face was still itchy, he raised his fingers to wipe the dry corners of his eyes, but there was a sour warmth trembling under the eyelids.

The face that is all too familiar is in my mind.

I am worthy of the whole world.

Only sorry for him.

Shen Cang clenched the sharp and hard sand in his palms, changed from squatting to sitting in a moment, and meditated cross-legged, erasing this layer of distracting thoughts that shouldn't be there anymore.

He chanted the mantra, followed the steps arranged by Emperor Qingxiao, and first filled and merged into the demon sealing formation set up 5000 years ago.

After the meditation, he was ready to wait here for another two days, but soon, the devilish energy in the valley suddenly became active.

Shen Cang looked at the sky.

Wisps of white mist began to gather, and the demonic aura scrambled to make way for it.

Even the three major demon generals couldn't make the demonic energy so "obedient", it could be seen that the person who came was only Juechentian.

Sure enough, a white figure loomed in the white mist.

Juechentian put Huanlian down before sealing it: "Go and bring the person."

Huanlian glanced around, wanted to say something, but swallowed the words again.

The scruples about the emperor made her act more cautiously, and it was only at this moment that she still doubted whether the emperor would set up an ambush here.

But Junshang's strength is now unrivaled in the world, no one can compare, even Dijun has become the defeat of Junshang and his subordinates, only in the past eight days, Dijun has no way to turn things around, why does she talk nonsense to make Junshang unhappy.

"Yes." Huanlian stopped as ordered, "It is inconvenient for the general to enter, I wish you success!"

Juechentian smiled and touched the black dragon that seemed to be swimming on the back of his hand, and walked away without saying anything.

When he came to the top of the seal, he obeyed the vigilance in his heart, waved out the white mist, and occupied the huge formation, and didn't find any abnormality, so he fell with his hands behind his back.

"Thousand Halberd," Juechentian walked around the large formation slowly, thinking that his long-cherished wish for 5000 years was about to be fulfilled, his smile twisted for a moment, "Come and help me again."

The black dragon was quietly engraved into the back of his hand, and no one answered.

When Juechentian walked to the center of the formation, the cultivators who had been driven in by the puppet rubbed shoulders and walked forward anxiously.

They have been staying in the mountains recently, surrounded by heavy demon energy. They seem to be protected, but they are actually imprisoned. They don't know what happened to the outside world in the past eight days. From the behavior of the demons alone, they can guess that there will be no good fruit. .

Revolt?

Looking at the increasingly intense evil spirit around them, and looking at Juechentian not far away, the crowd fell into a panicked silence.

Huanlian did not enter the range of the large formation.

When the puppet and many practitioners walked to the designated place, white mist surrounded Juechentian's feet, dragging him up.

Everyone was still staring at this white figure, and a red light suddenly burst in front of them!

The smell of blood mixed with red and white minced meat, and the moment everyone couldn't react, the flesh and blood covered with seals exploded one after another like firecrackers.

Howls mixed with fear and despair resounded through the valley.

The ferocious blood seeped into the ground, and for a long time, the glistening red light covered the gilt-like brilliance, leaking out from the ground, causing the mountains to tremble and shake violently.

Sand and stone tumbled from the heights, and an abyss-like crack opened from the ground.

Juechentian looked towards the center of the seal amidst howling.

It made him hate the vast mana gushing out like a wave, so he raised his hand to block in front of him, and waited until the dazzling golden light faded before falling down again.

The snow-white soles of the boots stepped on the wet and soft minced meat that almost covered the ground, making a sticky and disgusting sound.

There is no more living around.

In Juechentian's mind, the soil under his feet flew up, turning into a huge gray-yellow dust storm, roaring and rushing towards the depths of the valley!

Peel off the 5000-year-old sand and soil above the seal, and a majestic and heavy coercion hits your face!

He stopped to resist the sharp air waves in front of him, then moved forward along the blood-stained route, with a smile on his face, he used magic tricks.

There was an experience once, and Juechentian was already proficient at using human blood to corrode the magic circle.

Seeing the seal become floating under the cloud of blood, his breathing became slowly and heavily.

almost.

As long as this part of the demonic energy is refined, the emperor's life or death is at the discretion of him.

Whenever he thought of this, Juechentian couldn't hold back the joy in his heart, he stared at the tiny cracks on the sealing formation, and refused to miss any details.

The moment he dismantled the formation, he raised his hand into a claw, and absorbed the ignorant and dull demons into his body.

However, at this moment, a figure that does not belong to the demon race jumped up from the formation!

Juechentian's expression suddenly changed drastically!

Recognizing who the figure was, the smug look on his face turned into livid rage.

"Emperor Qingxiao!"

At the critical moment, Shen Cang didn't have time to greet him, so after breaking away from the formation, he sat in the air above the eye of the formation, and finally changed the formula in his hand.

Juechentian couldn't understand his hand formula, but he could understand that he was here at this moment, it must be bad for him to practice demons, and it was more likely that he had premeditated.

The group of demons is still rapidly sinking into the vortex formed by the magic energy.

Juechentian's face became more and more ugly, his gloomy eyes turned to the surroundings, his palm trembled slightly, and the magic energy he sent out multiplied geometrically.

Only one came, he needs to absorb the group of demons as soon as possible, so as to get rid of this trouble!

The white mist tentatively surrounded Shen Cang, but was blocked by a layer of golden light without dead ends.

Shen Cang waited quietly.

Until the system pops up a reminder.

[The seal remains detected, is it absorbed? 】

Shen Cang chose yes.

Juechentian's arrogant laughter also followed: "Emperor Qingxiao, if you just fought to the death and prevented me from breaking the seal, I still have some fears. Now that the water is overwhelmed, I will see how you end up!"

[The exercise "Chengtian Juan (Incomplete)" has been detected, do you want to learn it? 】

Shen Cang still chose yes, and when he heard Juechentian's words, he said casually: "Eat food carefully and slowly, you swallowed like this, didn't you taste the little gift I gave you?"

Juechentian's expression changed again, and before he could question the truth of this sentence, bursts of severe pain that could not be ignored erupted everywhere in his body!

It's the spiritual power contained in the formation, which counteracts the devil's energy and mixes with the demons, but he doesn't even know it.

At the same time that he immediately eliminated the spiritual power, the silver light shining on Shen Cang's body also stopped.

Level 110 full level.

In an instant, the dusty aura condensed from Shen Cang's body, and slowly gathered behind him into a phantom that was almost indomitable.

With just one glance, the shock and anger in Juechentian's eyes added another layer of shadow.

No matter what, he will never forget the person who stepped on him.

When the phantom appeared, his eyes were ruthless, and as Shen Cang provided more spiritual power, he slowly opened his eyes.

The golden cyclone surged without wind, and the demonic energy could not be resisted. Only Juechentian's natal white mist was barely able to resist.

Overhead, dull thunder reverberated in the stratus clouds for a long time.

Gorgeous purple-gold lightning covered the sky, approaching downwards with a force rarely seen in the world.

catastrophe.

Shen Cang took a deep breath.

He didn't need to look back, he could also see the situation behind him from Juechentian's unconscious fear.

The reappearance of Emperor Qingxiao is the time to really work hard.

He could feel the spiritual power in his meridians being crazily drawn away, and the huge gains brought about by reaching the full level and collecting all the skills were barely helping him maintain his circulation.

But as the phantom solidified and the consumption became heavier, the dantian quickly dried up, and there was a knife-like cracking pain coming from all limbs and bones at the same time.

Shen Cang frowned fiercely, gritted his teeth to endure the fierce pain that erupted at this moment, and a strong bloody smell leaked from his teeth, slipping down his lips.

Juechentian noticed his abnormal state in horror, and then saw the phantom of the emperor who had not fully opened his eyes, and his thoughts changed sharply.

No time to hesitate.

Juechentian suppressed the growing uneasiness, his figure flickered, and he rushed away!

At this moment.

The long-prepared calamity cloud spread all over the sky, and the Wanjun thunder crashed down, shaking the sky and the earth!

Juechentian was blocked for a moment by the barrier formed by Shen Cang's body due to crossing the tribulation, and his heart was full of anxiety. He just broke through the barrier, then looked up, and saw Shen Cang pointing to the sky with one hand.

A purple-gold lightning that was as thick as an ancient tree was pulled, and its power remained undiminished, rushing straight to the ground!

next second.

The extremely dazzling white light first collided and expanded, and then there was a deafening roar that suddenly exploded!

Juechen Tianyun used his sharp eyesight to find Shen Cang's shadow in the white light.

The first heavenly tribulation was completely absorbed, and the bouncing electric light was still flashing on Shen Cang's body. His face was a little paler than before, but the formula in his hand was as stable as Mount Tai, and the phantom behind him also remained motionless, ready to go.

The sense of oppression that made the entire demon clan shudder came out from the phantom, and became clearer and clearer.

Shen Cang is using and refining the spiritual power in the sky thunder to irrigate this incarnation with the power of the sky.

Guessing what he was planning, Juechentian's face was as gloomy as water, and he tried his best to pass through the sea of ​​thunder, not daring to be careless.

He must be stopped.

This incarnation must never appear in this world!

Juechentian was thinking bitterly, and the severe pain broke out in his body!

His thin and pale face wiped away the arrogance of the king, and turned into a distorted face, frightened and flinching at every thought.

"Let me out! Let us out!"

—

far away.

Savage.

There was a burst of thunder above his head, and the real Lingji grabbed Feng Huan's arm and led the people back again and again.

The power of crossing the catastrophe is unstoppable for ordinary practitioners.

There are many people around who join in the fun and know this truth well, no matter how curious they are, they just wait and see from afar.

It has been 5000 years, and finally there is another strong man in the world.

The person who crossed the catastrophe was Demon Lord Jiang Yundu, which was even more expected.

However, the visions of crossing the catastrophe are recorded in various sects. Why is Jiang Yundu's catastrophe so different from the records?

Feng Huan was also thinking about this question as he looked at the ring-shaped stratus clouds in the sky that looked like the Celestial Tower of the Immortal Palace.

I don't know if it's because his eyes are dazzled, but the light spots flashing in the clouds one after another don't look like a sign of catastrophe, but like the immortals in the fairy world are coming one after another through the gap between immortals and ordinary people.

But master crossing the catastrophe, why did he alarm the fairy world?

Feng Huan still wanted to distinguish carefully, and the thunder disaster started.

The momentum was vast and the coercion was unmatched, and Daoist Lingji had no choice but to lead people back quickly.

As soon as he stopped, Feng Huan heard Lingji Daoist let out a sigh, he turned his face to look over, and found that Lingji Daoist was looking in the direction of Xiaodongtian, and after a while, he realized that there was another kind of detachment from the world. The power and influence are rolling.

Just a slight induction is like taking the soul away, making people unable to resist at all.

"That is……"

...is the direction of Shen Cang.

Feng Huan couldn't help turning to Jiang Yundu.

That figure that has always been invincible, today's opponent is Lei Jie, is still standing upright, just like in memory.

As for Shen Cang, who was doomed to be more or less fortunate, the master did not care too much as he remembered.He's just unimpressed.

There was a sudden sigh from the side.

Feng Huan looked at Daoist Lingji.

Daoist Lingji sighed: "Cut off the threads of love and ascend to immortality...is that right?"

Feng Huan said: "Shen Cang helped the master through the love disaster, the real person thinks there is something wrong?"

"Survive the catastrophe of love?" Daoist Lingji looked at Jiang Yundu, who was in the air with ease, and shook his head, "Isn't this not a catastrophe?"

When Feng Huan wanted to ask more questions, he heard the thunder gradually subside.

He and Daoist Lingji looked up at the sky together.

The catastrophe, which was enough to cause people's hearts to fear, has ended, and the faint and ethereal brilliance in the clouds has lost the cover of lightning, revealing its original outline.

A dazzling halo also appeared around each silhouette, forcing human cultivators not to look directly at the faces in the halo.

They have their own demeanor in every gesture, even if a cultivator glances over, there will be reverence from the bottom of his heart.

Sure enough, he is a person from the fairy world.

And Jiang Yundu stood under the tower made of auspicious clouds out of thin air, and all the immortals walked to the edge of the clouds and saluted respectfully.

"Congratulations to the emperor for breaking reincarnation!"

"The emperor please return to the fairyland as soon as possible and regain the fairy body!"

Jiang Yundu had learned about reincarnation and reincarnation from Shen Cang's mouth, so he was not surprised by their names.

One of them took another step forward: "Excuse me, Dijun, where is Emperor Qingxiao now?"

Jiang Yundu said: "Little cave."

He had an appointment with Shen Cang first, and he didn't intend to waste time here. Just as he said that, he turned around and was about to leave. Suddenly, a burst of familiar breath broke through the barrier and spread across the entire cultivation world in an instant.

All the immortals showed joy on their faces.

"It's Emperor Qingxiao!"

"The two emperors crossed the catastrophe on the same day, it's really a coincidence!"

Only Xianjun who asked the question earlier looked worried.

According to the arrangement made by the emperor before going down to the realm, the thunder calamity has arrived, and it is very likely that it will be the deadline.

But Emperor Qiyuan knew his identity, why was he so indifferent?

Could it be that he hasn't returned to the fairy world yet, the memory of the emperor's immortal body is gone, and he still doesn't know about the sacrificial formation?

Then he saw Jiang Yundu flying away, and he was about to catch up, when the Immortal Passage, which could not be maintained because of the master's departure, was suddenly closed.

"Emperor Qiyuan!" Time was running out, and he only had time to shout, "Yubi!!"

The sound stopped abruptly.

The immortals are separated again.

Jiang Yundu flipped his palms over and looked at the jade biscuit that seemed to merge into one in his palm, he paused, and casually tapped in a strand of spiritual power.

Exquisite and complex silver-like textures emerge on the surface of the jade bi.

A mixed light of gold and silver merged into the disconnection, the silver light was shining, the gold light was dim, and soon disappeared without a trace.

In the past, these changes could not be seen after injecting spiritual power. It should be the condition for unblocking after ascension.

Jiang Yundu ignored the vision behind him, and the noisy discussion even if he suppressed it, and flew straight to Xiaodongtian.

Feng Huan and Master Lingji looked at each other, knowing where he was going, they flew right after him.

When they arrived, they saw the scene of the end of the catastrophe that they had just seen not long ago.

A huge silver phantom stood in the middle of the dense thunderstorm with his hands pinching the magic formula.

Lightning dissipated.

The phantom's face also gradually appeared.

Feng Huan blurted out: "Shen Cang!"

—

Inside the Demon Sealing Formation.

Shen Cang sat cross-legged in mid-air, his spiritual consciousness rested on the phantom behind him, and the entire formation was in his hands like a finger.

Juechentian's expression turned extremely ugly.

Finally suppressing the rioting group of demons, he looked at Shen Cang and sneered bitterly: "Do you think they will betray the monarch and turn against each other?"

Shen Cang does have such an idea, if it succeeds, at least he doesn't need to gamble with his life.

Unfortunately, it seems that this idea fell through.

Shen Cang sighed secretly, and was about to change the last formula when suddenly his brows frowned slightly, and he looked aside.

Sensing the trace, he flicked his fingers lightly, and Wushuang's mana immediately turned into a protective shield, firmly protecting Jiang Yundu in the distance, and fell to the ground.

Juechentian was at its peak, so it was not the time for Jiang Yundu to make a move.

"Thank you for allowing me to refine in advance," Juechentian was completely unaware of Shen Cang's little tricks, with a ferocious smile, "Emperor Qingxiao, today is your death day!"

As he said, he was about to control his demonic energy, when suddenly his eyes went dark——

Shen Cang was halfway through the formula, seeing that Juechentian stopped suddenly, and his demeanor changed drastically, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"Poor monk Yu Yisong." The other party's movements were a little stiff, but he still folded his hands together and reported his family name, "I have met a fellow Taoist."

Yu Yisong?

Shen Cang still remembered the name.

——"Senior brother Yu Yisong in the sect has taken good care of the younger generation since he was a child."

Yu Yisong from Lingmi Temple has been missing in Chiyue Forest for 15 years.

It turned out that he didn't die, but was taken away by Juechentian and became the flesh of a demon.

"It's you?"

Seeing that he knew a little bit about himself, Yu Yisong was surprised, he was very frugal, and explained simply: "Jiechentian's soul body is damaged, and the poor monk can help fellow Taoists when he is greatly sad, happy and angry."

Shen Cang grabbed the last tactic: "You should know that you will die if you do this."

Yu Yisong was stunned for a moment, and smiled lightly: "Friends of Daoism are righteous, and the poor monk is ashamed of himself, but he has seen too many lives and deaths in the past 15 years, and the poor monk is no longer willing to drag himself along."

Shen Cang looked at him deeply: "Okay."

Juechentian's cultivation has skyrocketed, which is not good for the plan. If someone helps, of course it will get twice the result with half the effort.

As for whether it is true or not, just try it and you will know.

Yu Yisong said, "Thank you—"

Before he finished speaking, Juechentian's sinister laughter sounded again.

He opened and closed to break through layer after layer of protective shields in front of Shen Cang, and his sinister eyes were filled with black hatred.

Being suppressed by Yu Yisong, he didn't notice it at all.

At this time, performing this kind of drama is not Juechentian's style.

Shen Cang thought for a while and said, "Jiechentian, 5000 years ago, you were defeated by me. Today, 5000 years later, why don't you seem to have made any progress at all?"

Juechentian had a ferocious expression on his face: "Emperor Qian donkey is poor, but he also shows the courage of his tongue?"

Shen Cang suppressed the turbulent Qi and blood in his body, swallowed the fishy sweetness in his mouth, and said with a smile: "To be honest, is it also called bravery of the tongue? I was just thinking that it is you, the average person, who is counted by the little seal I arranged casually. It’s really not that stupid.”

Juechentian shouted angrily, "Shut up!"

Shen Cang said: "You racked your brains and tried your best to kill me, but you still can't touch a single hair of my hair. Isn't it uncomfortable? No wonder you want to personally exterminate your own race, and I do the same. Do it, so as not to be seen by the people so embarrassing as the monarch."

Juechentian breathed heavily for a moment, and clenched his fists fiercely. He didn't speak anymore, but the attack became more and more chaotic.

Shen Cang laughed again: "Don't refute a few words? Why, the devil also thinks that what I said is too right, he can't find an excuse, so he simply acquiesced? It's good, at least there is self-knowledge, a child can be taught, I respect you, after all Incompetence is not your fault."

Juechentian's fists trembled, and his pitch-black eyes stared at Shen Cang, seemingly restrained on the surface.

But his eyes reflected his true emotions and were regaining clarity.

Shen Cang did not talk to Yu Yisong who was suppressing Juechentian again, but only looked aside from a distance.

Across a valley, Jiang Yundu looked at him from afar.

The half protective and half imprisoning shield around his body quietly turned into spots of light, but he didn't turn back, as if he was attracted by something, and sank into the jade in Jiang Yundu's palm.

The golden light suddenly shines.

Yinmang followed closely behind.

The broken wall was poured with gold and silver mana, slowly merging into one.

The complex and opposite textures of the two halves of gold and silver extend from the outside to the center, covering the entire jade body, and then condense in the center and reunite in the ring.

At the moment when the textures intersect, two rays of light burst out from the jade biscuit and fly into the sky, then suddenly fall down again.

They flew to Shen Cang together.

A blink of an eye entered Jiang Yundu's eyebrows.

Jiang Yundu's hand holding the jade bi was slightly tight, and before he could practice his skills, a series of indistinct scenes flashed in his mind.

Thousands of years in the fairy world.

Three lives in the world reincarnate.

A vast array of memories emerged all at once, and it was the sea of ​​consciousness that was clearly in pain, but Jiang Yundu raised his hand and pressed it in front of his heart.

The solid and frozen brand-new shackles were impacted by the heavy accumulation of emotions, uncontrollable, and gave birth to fine cracks.

"boom--!"

There was a sudden shock, and the sound stopped Xingyun.

Jiang Yundu followed the prestige.

The formula in Shen Cang's hand has reached the last step.

He deliberately blocked the sight of Shangjiang Yundu, but his meridians could no longer force the slightest bit of spiritual power to display.

Time does not stop at a certain moment as people wish.

In fact, the next second after the phantom was completely summoned, Shen Cang was unable to let go of the hand that held the formula, and fell straight down from mid-air.

Jiang Yundu subconsciously took a step forward, but saw that the figure that had fallen from the clouds did not land.

Still in the air, the exhausted body had already turned into flying dust, and in the valley where the decisive battle was in full swing, it was blown away in an instant without causing any waves.

A ray of golden light came late, passed through the smoke and dust, and submerged into the invisible air wave.

"bang bang"

The sound of heartbeat exploded in my ears.

Jiang Yundu didn't know when he held his breath, and the hand on his heart sank deep into his clothes, but he still couldn't suppress the sudden gushing pain in his heart.

A touch of moisture fell on the back of the hand.

He thought it was blood.

When I looked down, I found it was tears.

"..." Jiang Yundu's jaw was cold and hard, and his breathing gradually became rapid. When he came back to his senses, his eye sockets were sour and hot, and unstoppable bitterness flowed to his throat. He frowned tightly and couldn't help coughing heavily.

The water stains on the back of the hand were immediately covered in blood.

He raised his finger to wipe the corner of his lips, and there was burning pain in his eyes.

"Shen Cang..."

Jiang Yundu coughed again, the palm of his hand and the skirt of the clothes under his palm were dyed bright red.

The unfeeling pill that he took had already penetrated into the flesh and blood, and now it was peeled off inch by inch from the flesh and blood, sticking to the weight that shouldn't have been, almost bending his spine.

The demonic energy has been swept away, and there is nothing left in the valley after the war.

However, there was no sign of Shen Cang anywhere.

Jiang Yundu looked into the air, and even the phantom that easily killed Juechentian slowly drifted away.

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When Feng Huan and Daoist Lingji tried their best to arrive, they saw Jiang Yundu's embarrassment covering his chest and vomiting blood. They were all shocked. Just as they were about to step forward, they saw his figure disappear, and the next moment he appeared in the sky above the formation.

"Shen Cang!"

Feng Huan was stunned.

The master has taken the Unfeeling Pill, why would he--

Before he could think about it, his arm was grabbed by Daoist Lingji, and he retreated a hundred miles in a hurry!

"Be careful!" Daoist Lingji said solemnly.

The icy tornado roared above the entire formation, and no one else was allowed to approach.

Jiang Yundu's seemingly small figure stood in the eye of the storm, his steps were no longer steady, and he turned around repeatedly.

"Come out..." he whispered, "You promised me that this trip to the world, when the past is over, you will come back..."

No one responded.

Jiang Yundu pressed his chest firmly.

A human body of flesh and blood can last longer than a fairy body.

He turned to the direction where Shen Cang appeared last, tripped lightly on the gravel under his feet, took a staggered step, and knelt down on one knee.

The runes of the ground formation had already lost their magic power, but now they were soaked in blood and were still winding.

"You lied to me..." After finishing speaking, Jiang Yundu continued, "You never lied to me..."

"Now that you know I never lied to you—"

Jiang Yundu turned around suddenly!

Shen Cang looked at him: "—you should believe me."

Jiang Yundu dodged in front of him, and his hand stretched across his translucent arm between these words.

Shen Cang said: "The person in Juechentian Duoshe is still conscious. With his help, I saved a little energy to escape. There is also the consciousness in the jade, which protects me for the most part."

Jiang Yundu hardly heard what he said, only took a step closer, pressed his trembling hands on the side of his neck, slid to his shoulders, slid to his chest, but couldn't find a drop of temperature.

"you are still alive……"

Shen Cang also pressed on the back of his hand: "I'm still alive."

Jiang Yundu pursed his thin lips, and after a long time, he said in a deep voice, "This is the only time, it's not an example."

His voice was hoarse and his gaze was correct.

Compared with Shen Cang's words, it is obvious that he believes in his own eyes more.

Shen Cang said: "Okay. Let's not take this as an example."

Jiang Yundu asked him: "Why did you show up at this time?"

"The physical body is gone, you have to give me time to nourish my soul."

Shen Cang pointed to his feet, "My soul is still in the resurrection pill, so I can't last too long when it appears this time."

Jiang Yundu took the elixir into his palm and slowly clenched it tightly: "I will help you rebuild your physical body as soon as possible."

Shen Cang looked at him, looking down, the blood that fell on his lips, silent for a moment, and said softly: "I'm sorry."

Jiang Yundu said: "You are sorry for me too much, what is this sentence about?"

As well as the mood of settling accounts after autumn, Shen Cang knew that he had relaxed.

but……

Shen Cang said: "I promised you that when I'm done, I will return to the fairyland and give you an explanation."

Jiang Yundu said: "What do you want to explain to me?"

Shen Cang said: "I haven't thought of it yet."

Jiang Yundu frowned.

"But you can think about it," Shen Cang looked at him with a smile, and reminded him a little, "I'm sorry for your so many things, how do you get revenge?"

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The violent tornadoes of the riots became milder, and it didn't take long for them to subside completely.

The sky thunder is gone, the dark clouds have dispersed, and the clear sky of thousands of miles casts a bright light that has not been seen for a long time in the small cave.

Feng Huan couldn't hide his worry, and immediately galloped towards Yujian.

But halfway through, he stopped suddenly.

In the valley, the dazzling and warm sunlight flooded the ground, coating the only pair of figures on the ground with a layer of warm gold.

He saw the familiar smile on Shen Cang's face.

The same deep affection filled the master's smiling eyes.

The author has something to say:

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Next, I will write a side story, not long

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I’m really sorry, I suddenly suffered from insomnia recently. I can only sleep for two or three hours after lying down for more than ten hours a day. In fact, I write every day, but I can’t write much. I didn’t ask for leave because I thought I could finish writing today, but I was so sleepy that I passed out and forgot about it. I repeated the above process every day...

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As an apology, all small red envelopes will be distributed in the comment area of ​​this chapter until the next chapter is updated

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