After coaxing old enemies into avatars

Mingshun stood at the foot of Qingchi Ridge. In fact, he didn't quite understand the conflict between Sheng Huaizhao and Yun Jian, but from the tense atmosphere just now, he also noticed that the situation between the two was not right.

He waited here because he was afraid that something might happen to the two of them, but he didn't expect Sheng Huaizhao to come out first.

"You're still injured, don't walk so fast." Mingshun worried.

"It's okay, I've taken the elixir, and I'm fixing it." Sheng Huaizhao glanced at him, and smiled while waving, "I'm going down the mountain, so let's go."

"Ah? You alone?" Mingshun was stunned, and looked back at the lit back room, "But he..."

"Yun Jian is recuperating." Sheng Huaizhao quickened his pace.

Mingshun Liushen Wuzhu: "Yes, but his morals are extremely high, he wants to chase..."

"He can't catch up." Sheng Huaizhao raised his head, there was no light in the dark night sky.

Tonight is actually the new moon, which just reflects the sentence of the dark and windy night.

As a villain, the original body had no intersection with the Yanfeng Sect. Later, when he was born as a demon king, the Yanfeng Sect was only a name that existed before, and it had long since been wiped out.

But before exterminating the sect, how could an orthodox sect not care about a high-level demon cultivator?

Sheng Huaizhao is now linking up the male lead with the Yanfeng faction. First, he can contain the male lead, and second, he might attract the attention of other sects, delaying or even changing the fate of the Yanfeng faction being wiped out.

If he kills two birds with one stone, he will contribute to the peace of this world.

Mingshun looked at Sheng Huaizhao's hurried steps, and hesitated, "Is it really okay to leave him here alone?"

Sheng Huaizhao paused slightly: "Otherwise?"

Mingshun's eyelashes drooped slightly, he couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, he just remained silent.

Sheng Huaizhao was missed by him, the rustling wind blew through the forest, he subconsciously dragged the little monk to hide in the forest.

In the sky, the disciples of the Yanfeng Sect came with their swords, and they surrounded the other courtyard where Yun Jian stayed, casting a golden net by reciting formulas.

Sure enough, the Yanfeng faction came to subdue the demons.

Sheng Huaizhao was afraid that they would realize that he was not there, so he turned his head and walked down the mountain.

Mingshun stood where he was: "You have to abandon him."

"Why are you talking so badly?" Sheng Huaizhao said blankly, "I'm just protecting myself."

"But he is a demon cultivator." Mingshun frowned, "but..."

Sheng Huaizhao asked back, "But what?"

Mingshun lowered his head: "He is a demon cultivator, but I haven't seen him kill people, and he has soul-loss disease..."

The biting night wind blew across his face, Ming Shun's gang Sheng Huai Zhao's hairpin was hanging askew, his long black hair was unrestrained and fluttering in a mess.

"You are so kind, why did you become a Buddha in the end, but your Buddha's heart was not pure and you were dismissed as a mortal?" Sheng Huai said calmly, "You are obviously so broad-minded and benevolent to the world."

Mingshun didn't understand what he was saying all of a sudden, but he could sense the slight sarcasm in his tone, and frowned: "I didn't see him kill people, but I saw him save you from demons, and he was sincere to you during the day... ..."

During the day, Yun Jian really held Sheng Huaizhao in his palm.

"You only saw him saving me during the day, but you saw him hurting me at night?" Sheng Huaizhao said blankly, "I just want to survive and leave the dispute between you immortal cultivators and demons, so I will become an ungrateful villain? "

Mingshun shuddered, he never thought that someone who is always kind and likes to laugh would have such a cold side.

"You, you are indeed ungrateful."

"Your cultivators are extraordinary and have no boundaries. I am a useless person who lives and dies. Is it wrong to want to protect myself?" Sheng Huaizhao smiled helplessly. How did the plot develop?"

If it is said that the so-called way of heaven must let Yun Jian take the path of Wei Guangzheng, then Sheng Huaizhao's reluctance to take it is the biggest obstacle.

Mingshun was silent for a moment, as if he was sure that Sheng Huaizhao would not look back, he turned his head and ran up.

Sheng Huaizhao cast a cold glance and walked down the thousand steps.

In the original book, as the demon king, he killed countless people and was a complete villain. He was born to cause turmoil, and then died under the sword of the protagonist's pursuit of morality.

He changed the magic core to the protagonist, and he has already saved the world once, but what he is doing now is only in line with the fact that the villain does not share the same path as the protagonist. Eyes, so unhappy in my heart?

He even put the panacea and the map on the table, leaving a way out for Yun Jian.

When he came back to his senses, Sheng Huaizhao realized that there was only one step left, and when he stepped out, he would leave the Yanfeng Sect's spiritual formation, and he had nothing to do with it.

But it was clear that there was only one step left, but he heard a crackling sound from Qingchi Ridge, shaking the sky and the earth.

Sheng Huaizhao turned his head abruptly, and suddenly felt a strange pain in his chest. He thought it was a torn wound, but found that the broken spiritual core was trembling.

Just as he used the magic core to control Yun Jian, when Yun Jian was on the brink of danger, his shattered spiritual core was also reacting.But the degree of reaction is very slight, as long as Sheng Huaizhao is determined not to look back, this little pain will not affect him at all.

"You, you are indeed ungrateful."

Mingshun's words suddenly flashed back in his mind, and the flickering struggle in Sheng Huaizhao's heart was quickly captured, and then a strong spiritual force, like an invisible whip, instantly imprisoned and wrapped around his limbs, pulling Sheng Huaizhao up. up a thousand steps.

He was dragged back to Qingchi Ridge!

……Grass.

He was just shaken for a moment, worried for a moment, why was he suddenly pulled back to the protagonist!

The system whispered: Host, this may be a side effect of changing the soul core.Just like you can control the magic core in Yun Jian's body, when you want to return to Yun Jian's side, this spiritual core will play a role.

Sheng Huaizhao wanted to swear.

Out of 1 thoughts, one thought of "wanting to go back" was precisely picked out. What kind of advanced filter is this spiritual core?Or is the protagonist's life hanging by a thread and he must die, and he has to come and catch up with the last one? !

But Sheng Huaizhao did not expect that the current Yunjian is really in another "abnormality".

The place where they rested just now was already a mess, the surrounding spiritual plants were cut to pieces, the Yanfeng faction disciples who came to encircle him were lying on the ground, all of them were red and lost consciousness.

And that nosy little monk Mingshun also fell in the meantime.

Yun Jian stood in a pool of blood all over the place, the blood on his white robe looked like a picture of mountains and rivers, at first glance he really looked like a great devil from where he came into the world.

Yun Jian held a sword, and pointed the blood-dripping tip at Chen Qian who was crawling on the ground, threatening to cut his throat every step of the way.

Chen Qian's face was distorted with fear: "No, no... We just follow the master's order to take your sword bone, don't kill me, don't..."

But Yun Jian acted as if he had never heard of it, and still held the sword to attack him.

Sheng Huaizhao was startled, the aura that restrained him suddenly dissipated, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment with a slap.

The sudden sound caught Yun Jian's attention. Before Sheng Huaizhao could hold his breath, the sword had pierced the side of his neck.

I don't know if Yun Jian stabbed crookedly or he really dodged it, the broken rocks on the ground that were broken by the sword bounced on Sheng Huaizhao's ill-fated neck, causing burning pain again.

But relying on the sound of the sword, Sheng Huaizhao discovered that what Yun Jian was holding was not his own sword, but the black iron sword of a disciple of the Yanfeng School.

He looked up, and was shocked to find that Yun Jian's eyes were white, with no shadow of pupils at all!

The little crying bag has black pupils, and the little iceberg has red pupils. Is this white-eyed person the third personality?

Sheng Huaizhao watched him draw his sword again to stab him, and closed his eyes in resignation.

...Look, this is what happens to meddling.

But at this moment, the dark night was gone, and the dawn broke in the sky.

The black iron sword fell to the ground with a bang, and Yun Jian immediately lost consciousness and fell on Sheng Huaizhao.

Sheng Huaizhao let out a muffled groan for the rest of his life, and stopped the people on him.

The light of the rising sun slowly shone on the Lingshan Mountain, and Mingshun regained consciousness from a faint, and stood up in embarrassment.

With blood on his face, Ming Shun checked the fallen monks one by one, including Chen Qian who had passed out.He didn't heave a sigh of relief until he finished reading the last one, and staggered towards Sheng Huaizhao.

Seeing Sheng Huaizhao's face clearly, Mingshun smiled tremblingly: "You... are still back."

Sheng Huaizhao hated his expression of "I knew you couldn't let go".

Whenever he could choose, he ran away without looking back.

"What's going on?" Sheng Huaizhao asked in a deep voice.

"He seemed to lose control when he was cornered by the Yanfeng faction."

After Ming Shun finished speaking, a puppet landed in front of everyone.

Sheng Huaizhao secretly thought something was wrong, when he looked up, he saw Sect Master Lin's Taoist robe flying down.

Looking at the gloomy eyes of the visitor, Sheng Huaizhao subconsciously protected the unconscious Yun Jian behind him, and pushed away Ming Shun who wanted to come up to help him.

Mingshun fell to the ground in astonishment, clearly aware that Sheng Huaizhao wanted to exclude him from the room between the two of them.

"Mingshun, come here quickly, don't get close to these two people! My Yanfeng faction kindly takes them in, but they treat my disciples so viciously." The head of Lin said angrily, "Come on, push them to the back mountain the dungeon!"

"Sect Leader Lin is really good at dancing words and ink, and turning black and white." Sheng Huaizhao's eyes were cold, mocking, "In the middle of the night, we haven't stepped half a step out of Qingchiling, but we can be labeled as 'repaying virtue with grievances'."

Sect Leader Lin's face changed slightly, and when he realized he was actually overwhelmed by a crippled man with a shattered spiritual core.This is the Yanfeng faction, his territory, even if he blatantly distorts the facts, he is not afraid.

How can a crippled and seriously injured Demon Cultivator resist?He mocked and waved his sleeves, and behind him monks stepped forward to escort Sheng Huaizhao and Yun Jian away.

"No, that's not the case!" Mingshun stood up in a daze and wanted to chase, but was stopped by the monk.

"Mingshun, I've scared you." Sect Leader Lin stood in front of him, gloomily stopping what he wanted to say, "Go and have a good rest."

Sheng Huaizhao was imprisoned in the stone prison at the foot of the back mountain. He heard from the head of Lin that it was a dark prison, the lowest place of the Yanfeng Sect. The sky was covered by large trees, the light was dim, and there were still people in the damp and cold cave. The sound of gurgling water can even feel the biting cold after staying for a long time.

Yun Jian was in a coma, and Sheng Huaizhao was not in the mood to check on his situation. He rested his chin and reflected on why he didn't take the last step at the critical moment.

Hunger came from the empty abdomen, he pressed it lightly with his hands, and was about to close his eyes and wait for the hunger to pass, but he heard rapid and fine breathing.

System: Host!Go and see Yun Jian!

Sheng Huaizhao was overwhelmed, leaning on the wall and walking slowly to Yun Jian.

The bloody boy from before fell into a coma weakly, his pale lips trembled, and his voice was broken: "...Master."

It was Xiaokuibao's weak tone, and Sheng Huaizhao remembered that the sky was bright when they were arrested.

Sheng Huaizhao sat down slowly, poked his cheek lightly: "You still have a master."

The cave was cold, and Yun Jian's body temperature was much lower. With Sheng Huaizhao's poking, his fingertips seemed to really sink into a ball of ice-cold softness.

And Yun Jian also seemed to feel something warm approaching, and instinctively leaned in the direction of Sheng Huaizhao.

"Miss..."

There is an inexplicable attachment in the longing, as if they are really lovers who have been in love for a long time, and they can only depend on each other at this moment.

Sheng Huaizhao let out a long sigh, slowly leaned over and picked him up from the ground, hugged him lightly in his arms, and gently stroked Yun Jian's spine with his hands.When he couldn't sleep well before, he wished someone could touch his back like this.

The sea-conscious system was silent, and he found that Sheng Huaizhao indulged in the little crying bag in the morning as much as the iceberg was cold at night... It would be great if it could be changed.

In the process of gradually warming up, Yun Jian gathered his loose consciousness, his thick eyelashes slowly raised, and Sheng Huaizhao's face was reflected in Shen Mo's pupils.

The person in front of him seemed to be exhausted to the extreme, dozing lightly, but his hands were stroking intermittently along his back.

The pain in all parts of his body seemed to have eased a lot, and Yun Jian could only feel heat spreading from the place on his back that Sheng Huaizhao touched.

This feeling is strange and warm, like a beam of light in the cold wind, weak and small, but enough for him to resist the cold wind of severe winter.

Yun Jian's eyes trembled slightly, and he involuntarily moved half a minute into Sheng Huaizhao's arms.