After coaxing old enemies into avatars

If you say it once and refuse to believe it, then say it a second time and a third time...countless times.

The smell of falling blood spread to the tip of the nose, slowly stimulating the sense of smell, Yun Jian subconsciously lifted up and directly touched the place that was still aching.

Sheng Huaizhao's bones fell on it.

It was he who made the contract personally, at this time, with this soul.

Before the unbelievable joy could surge, the first thing Yun Jian saw was his blood-stained front.

"You...how did you break your bone from here!" He quickly dropped his palm, gently and gently helping Sheng Huaizhao heal the wound.

The bloody and bloody knife-cut marks, like a wound that has been tossed twice and three times, just looking at it hurts.

"It's okay." Sheng Huaizhao's voice was lowered, as if he was aware of the pain after labor, he pretended to be calm, "I've suffered even the most painful injury, it's not a big deal."

He intended to comfort, but for no reason touched Yun Jian's memories that he didn't want to mention, his face changed slightly: "I was wrong."

"...Yes, yes, you are wrong again." Sheng Huaizhao felt that his wounds had eased, and the spiritual nourishment had relieved the pain, but it still took time to recover.

"We are still in the formation, leave quickly."

I don't know how long the life of all things can be delayed this time, so I have to leave this weird place as soon as possible.

Sheng Huaizhao originally thought that Miaosha City would be trapped in the Demon Realm like all living things, and he would have to travel through mountains and rivers to find it, but he didn't expect that it would always be suspended outside the barrier of the Unowned Abyss.

After entering the country completely, the system unlocked the settings related to Miaosha City: before the ancient great power sealed the Demon Realm, that mysterious land itself was Miaosha City.

It was the outsiders who arbitrarily divided this area into two and expelled the monsters into it. Xiao Ji had no choice but to shrink the barrier from the huge fairyland to this point, making Miaosha City a elusive existence.

And Xiao Ji, the lord of the city who lives in the severe winter all year round, is good at demagoguery and is proficient in various soul arts. Miaosha City is divided into two.The place where she lived was destroyed, and she sacrificed half of her life to cultivate and cast the curse on the powerful consciousness of Yuanxing Palace.

It was she who tore that man's soul in two with her own hands, preventing him from attaining enlightenment for the rest of his life.

Over the years, her cultivation had more or less recovered, and she tried to return to the Demon Realm through the Masterless Abyss.

The appearance of Yun Jian and Sheng Huaizhao was unintentional, but it happened to coincide with the time when Xiao Ji was hiding in the abyss of no master.

Inadvertently inserting willows, hitting by mistake.

Sheng Huaizhao shattered and destroyed the formation when he entered the ice mirror, and now he is going against the direction of the wind and snow, which has a slightly different flavor.

Yun Jian put the coat on him, and was slightly stunned for a moment when he saw the red wedding dress in front of him.

"It's not like I haven't seen me wearing this before." Sheng Huaizhao looked away uncomfortably, and urged in a low voice, "Hurry up and go."

When he first met Yun Jian, Sheng Huaizhao was also wearing a wedding dress. At that time, he had no qualms, and he could swing around no matter what he was wearing, whether it was pants or skirts. But now, although he is still talking hard, Sheng Huaizhao has already behaved much better when he walks.

It's like realizing something in front of the person you like, and start to restrain your words and deeds.

Yun Jian hugged him and landed from the icy mirror. The palace built by frost and snow in front of him had been destroyed by the wanton growth of ancient trees, and the frost tiles were scattered all over the place.

When the majestic frost and snow shattered, it turned out to be so miserable.

Sheng Huaizhao instinctively felt uneasy, and when he was about to urge Yun Jian to leave, a frost needle came towards him like chasing his soul.

Yun Jian subconsciously raised his sword to avoid it, but Shuang Zhen disappeared in front of him like a phantom.

For a moment, it pierced through the blade of the sword and pierced between the eyebrows.

The young man moved slightly, only to feel a chill between his brows.

Things happened so quickly that Sheng Huaizhao was already surrounded by Yun Jian before he realized what was different.

Wrapped in a gust of wind, icicles were like rain, and the extremely ordinary sword screamed, even if it was poured into it, it would be exhausted.

There are no other demon servants in Xiaoji's snow city, and the ice and snow villain who is chasing the two of them is really standing up slowly.

The slap is big, and it should be a group of naive snowmen in front of him. The moment it takes shape, it may be possessed by souls of different colors.

The evil spirit soared, and the snowman became a deadly weapon.

Yun Jian was guarding Sheng Huaizhao behind him, his moves were limited, and the Snow Demon was in an extremely cold environment, the colder it was, the faster and more concise their movements.

Along the way, the most difficult enemy the two encountered was Mozun, but at that time he was only focused on catching Yu Tong and cultivating both, and there was an enchantment of the Lordless Abyss, so Yun Jian did not confront him head-on.

Among the enemies encountered, Xiaoji is the most difficult.

"You are already a cultivator in the realm of delusion at a young age," Xiao Ji smiled lightly, and instantly resented, "That's right."

Lifting her slender fingers over her hands, a unicorn curling pot slowly appeared.

"I just don't know who can win in a fight with Hong Zhentian's demigod?"

Sheng Huaizhao's heart tightened, and an ominous premonition slowly unfolded.

Hiroshi's innocent demigod?

Looking at the entire world of comprehension, there are very few people who have broken through the realm of illusion, and it is rumored that it will take hundreds of years of practice to enter Hongzhentian... The only demigod alive today is Huai Yu, who is known as the Sword Immortal. Sword Lord.

Xiao Ji takes her soul as her slave, and the body of ice and snow makes the soldiers unconscious and fights to the death.

This should be easy to deal with... But if it is attached with the soul of a demigod, it will be difficult to say.

Inspiring the soul, the eye-shattering wind and snow scorched the eyes, but when it was extremely cold, it made people feel a burning sensation like a fantasy.

The ice sculpture's face gradually became clear, and Sheng Huaizhao's pupils shrank suddenly.

This is actually the power of the Yuanxing Palace who was split into souls and could not end well!

"Yun..." Before he could say it, the person in front of him was already fighting with his sword.

If the monks below Xiaoxiayun are determined to die and risk their lives, even if they cross the border, they will have a chance to die with each other, as long as they dare to risk their lives, but the distance between the two realms of illusory emptiness and Hongzhentian does not mean that you can die if you don’t die. Beyond that, looking at the vast cultivation world, there are only a few monks who have touched the sky of Hongzhen, and all of them can reach thousands of troops.

As long as you underestimate the enemy for a moment, you will be completely crushed.

Climbing on Yun Jian's shoulder, Sheng Huaizhao felt for the first time that the trembling on the young man's shoulder was not the fear of dying, but the desire to overcome difficulties when facing a strong enemy.

Sheng Huaizhao paused, and then remembered that Yun Jian was still a warlike swordsman at heart, and the stronger the enemy, the more bloody blood hidden in his bones could be aroused.

The sword intent came out of the body, and the gust of wind in the ear seemed to be torn out by a huge roar in an instant, and the mourning was hidden in the whistling, piercing into the mourning of the heart.

Yun Jianyu moved his spiritual sense to seal Sheng Huaizhao's hearing and vision, and carefully guarded him behind him.

…… That mighty man from the Yuanxing Palace actually cultivated the Sword of Misery.

Just like Yinxiu subdivides various emotions, Jianxiu also has a sword school that divides the seven emotions and six desires into different categories. If it is born from joy and anger, this is the sword of extreme emotion. It is the most common practice because it fits the arrogance and willfulness of Jianxiu's fighting to prove the Tao. Way.

While a few emotions are related to thinking, worry, etc., the way of swordsmanship is softer, and most of them are swords of continuous affection.

It is extremely difficult for the Sword of Misery to enter the Dao, and it is mostly the sword intent realized by those who have lost all thoughts when they are living towards death. It is definitely heavier and deeper than ordinary sword schools.

Even Yun Jian entered the Tao with extreme passion at the beginning.

The sword intent is fierce, and the wind has left traces.

Sheng Huaizhao leaned against Yun Jian's back, and could clearly feel that after these ten moves, Yun Jian was at a disadvantage everywhere.

But this is just a remnant soul left by monk Hong Zhentian.

Seems to have a tacit understanding, when Sheng Huaizhao was desperately looking for ideas, all the creatures that grew wildly in the Ice and Snow Palace also took root deeper, and the greedy desire swept over them became more and more luxuriant.

Sheng Huaizhao stared at the branches of all things, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Outside the Demon Realm, all creatures can only survive by relying on his blood, but if it is within the Demon Realm... even Miaosha City, which is layered with frozen soil, is the best soil for all creatures to absorb spiritual energy.

Everything is struggling to help them.

"Yunjian, give me a little more time, I'll..."

Blood splashes.

A drop of scalding hot blood quenched into the pupils of the eyes, Sheng Huaizhao was frightened by the blood.

The sword of misery creates thousands of shadows, and it actually spreads out the sword formation to cage them.

The formation quickly gathered, and all kinds of sword shadows oppressed.

Sheng Huaizhao's aura was weak, and he hadn't noticed the desperate sword intent yet, but Yun Jian had already clasped his waist with one hand to protect him in front of him.

After the light barrier gathering the aura of heaven and earth was shattered, only his body remained tightly guarded in front of him.

The broken sword turned into solid, penetrated into the limbs and bones, and the warm blood drops were the last residual heat left in the ice field.

The sword shadow made of ice and snow fell to the distance, as if the task had been accomplished, and the soul pulled away and returned to its place.

In the vast snowfield, there are only two people left.

"Huai Zhao..." Yun Jian's voice was extremely hoarse, no matter how strong his depression was, it was hard to hide his deep desire to die.

Sheng Huaizhao's knuckles were cold, and all the previous calculations and plans were shattered at this moment. The ice seemed to freeze his throat. It was obvious that he should respond, but he couldn't even utter a single syllable.

Blood fell from his forehead, dyed the red marks at the end of his eyes, and dripped on the side of Sheng Huaizhao's face.

Yun Jian clearly saw the moist tears falling from his eye sockets, merging with his own blood.

The person in front of him probably didn't realize that he was already crying.

All the shackles in his heart were shattered, and he had never been so happy like this moment.

This person in front of him really liked him, so much that he shed tears for him, and his heart ached for him.

The hands supporting Sheng Huaizhao's face lost strength, and he bent down on his knees, already a little numb from the extreme pain.

Even so, Yun Jian smiled.

Sheng Huaizhao has never seen his personality at night smiling like this, with beautiful eye tails raised, thin lips lightly pursed, eyes more intense than ever.

"I'm glad you said you liked me."

But like the epiphyllum blooming to the extreme, when it is in full bloom and the most dazzling, it is the beginning of decline.

The pupils stained with blood gradually dimmed, and his pupils gradually became distorted.

"I'm actually on you..." The blood was on the throat, grinding the voice hoarse, "It's love at first sight."

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"It's really touching." Xiao Ji's voice was like fluttering snow, spreading all over the hall, but tightly enveloping the two of them like a fine net, "It's a pity that in Miao Sha City, I am the ruler."

The frost needle that had been pierced between the eyebrows before had pierced through his two souls.

Sheng Huaizhao's mind went blank, he just hugged the boy in front of him tightly: "Everything is born...everything is born!"

The shadows of the trees whirled and trembled violently as if responding, but they hadn't shaken the harsh winter for half a minute, and had already been covered by wind and snow.

The drifting chill instantly solidified on the branches, the ice ax fell from the sky, and most of the trunk was chopped down.

Everything is no longer responding.

"It's really amazing that a mortal can control all things like this." Xiao Ji smiled sternly, and stepped on the snow to come, but did not leave any mark.

"But I used to be the master of this domain, do you think it can hurt me half a point?"

She raised her hand and pulled out of thin air, and Sheng Huaizhao watched Yun Jian's soul being pulled out of his body.

Yun Jian fell on his shoulders like a puppeteer, his whole body lost strength, and he couldn't even breathe.

The cold body was full of arms, clearly embracing each other, but the soul consciousness was separated.

"Want to melt the soul?" Xiao Ji's eyes were dark, and the slender frost needle pierced Yun Jian's double soul, and dragged him into the curling with a ding, "It's absolutely impossible."

With his soul separated and his body empty, Sheng Huaizhao landed on the icy ice along with Yun Jian. He reached out to grab the young man's shoulder, but a layer of frost had already fallen from his side face.

"...Dead?" Sheng Huaizhao spit out these two words almost unconsciously.

Xiao Ji waved her sleeves, and Yin Sha resolutely delivered the verdict: "Dead."

This place is severely cold all year round, and if there is any change in an instant, she can detect it clearly through the subtle changes of frost and snow.

Right now, the young man dressed in red and trying to rebel was as silent as a cold pool, just staring intently at the body that would never wake up again.

Tears flowed like strings, but Sheng Huaizhao was ignorant, as if it wasn't him who was crying.

The body temperature of the two was out of balance, and the frost and snow spread along Yun Jian's neck like creeping vines. Sheng Huaizhao watched the ice seal the boy's eyes.

"Impossible." He said, pushing his knuckles away along the ice, "Impossible."

The icicle was sharp, and Sheng Huaizhao's force was too strong, and he cut his fingertips open in an instant.

The bright red blood fell on the end of Yun Jian's eyes, which should have made the color deeper, but it was blocked by frost, and Sheng Huaizhao's blood coagulated in it, as if it would not penetrate no matter what.

Xiao Ji wanted to sarcastically say a few more words, but the murderous intent turned around in an instant, and a knife-sharp murderous attack came.

This cripple with a shattered spiritual core... still dares to do anything to her at a time like this?

And so quickly? !

Xiao Ji waved her hand to block, and the icicle pierced Sheng Huaizhao's wrist from the ground.

The heavy cold hit his shoulders and seeped into his chest, Sheng Huai's throat was fishy, ​​and he looked at the woman in front of him with scarlet eyes.

He plucked up the courage to break through his heart disease, and for the first time in his life, he went so recklessly to a person's side.

Before you have time to rejoice and joy, just watch him fall in front of you like this?

Yun Jian was frozen, Sheng Huaizhao's last bit of strength was also destroyed by ice thorns, the cold seemed to make the air thin, and the blood he coughed up turned into broken ice.

Xiao Ji showed contempt and resentment... this person is not yet desperate.

She dared to take out Yun Jian's soul easily, but she couldn't do the same thing to Sheng Huaizhao.

This person's soul is very treacherous, even a person like her who is proficient in soul art cannot touch his past, if he is taken out rashly, it will be in great trouble.

Since she knew it, she had never faced such a difficult person.

Don't let him die, but let him live rather than die.

Sheng Huaizhao's heart and lungs were in great pain, and she lost his mind for a moment and let her slip through the gap. The ice chains twisted his limbs, and then he slammed into the trunk of Wanwusheng.

"The disaster you caused will be confined here together with it." After she finished speaking, she flicked her sleeves and walked away with Yun Jian's body sealed up.

Sheng Huaizhao breathed reluctantly, the scene in front of him became more and more blurred, his knuckles were curled up and unable to move, but they were tightly fastened by the ice chains.

The system stared at all the values, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief: The host...

Sheng Huaizhao closed his eyes: I know.

The system slowly swallowed the words on its lips, quietly observing Sheng Huaizhao's expression.

Sheng Huaizhao knows what it wants to say, Yun Jian is not dead, but his soul has left his body.

The core of this book is built around him. Xiaoji's actions against him are just like the result of digging his spiritual core back then.

Yun Jian died, the world collapsed, and everything turned into a stream of data.

But now everything is fine, which proves that Xiao Ji did not actually kill her.

He shouldn't be in a hurry. If he is in a hurry, he will easily lose his reason, and all his calm thoughts will be disturbed.

But he never thought that one day he would watch his sweetheart fall in front of him, and he would be unable to do anything.

... This is different from when he watched that scum threaten his sister in order to hide that little money back then.

The system has never seen Sheng Huaizhao's current appearance, it is better to say that at any time before, he was easy and unhurried.

As long as the sky is falling, as long as it doesn't hinder him, he will always be indifferent.

This time is the only exception.

Whether or not Xiaoji's inner demon array has shaken the soul of his host, the system is actually a little uncertain at this moment.

"System." Sheng Huaizhao let out a breath of cold air, watching the white mist shatter into the air, "Can my shattered spiritual core still work?"

The system realized later: Host, are you going to fall into the devil?

"I don't care if he is righteous or evil..." Sheng Huaizhao's eyes were dark, "As long as it works."

The system was in a trance for a moment, almost thinking that he heard it wrong.

When he was healing in Mian'an, Sheng Huaizhao's spiritual core actually showed signs of remodeling vaguely, but the conditions required for the remodeling of the spiritual core are extremely strict. .

After all, this is his spiritual core, as long as there is still a moment of death, Yun Jian can always sense its changes.

Sheng Huaizhao has never touched the broken spiritual core. One is because the exchange of the spiritual core involved the lie of "marriage" at the beginning. Sheng Huaizhao and Yun Jian got along very well. .

The second is that he is worried that there will be many variables in the recovery of the spiritual core. After all, their setting is "destined enemy". In the book, it is a life-and-death existence. It will trigger the "enemy" setting.

But sure enough, the assumptions are always well-thought-out, but the reality never backs down.

Everything is forcing Sheng Huaizhao to make a choice.

As he lowered his eyes in thought, a piece of frost fell in front of his eyes.

Sheng Huaizhao slowly raised his eyes, and the person who stepped in front of him was the person who had seriously injured Yun Jian earlier.

... the sword cultivator in Yuanxing Palace who was only half a step away from becoming the master of a realm.

Sheng Huaizhao lowered his eyes vigilantly, Xiaoji stopped the spell, but did not condense ice and snow to shape his body, so what fell in front of him was only a faint afterimage.

The situation was critical before, and he ignored some trivial clues for a while, but now when he saw this person, it suddenly became clear.

Huai Yujianjun said that his uncle was turned into ashes in a thunderstorm, so it should be that there were no bones left, and his soul was scattered.

But why did he appear in Xiao Ji's hands?

The system circled around Sheng Huaizhao's thinking, and immediately became confused: Yes, this powerful man should have been dead for many years, and the unparalleled sects like Yuanxing Palace have not been able to search for him. It is really strange that he is in Xiao Ji's hands now.

After all, he was the first person who could become a god since the beginning of the world. He must have died at that time, and the Yuanxing Palace also did a lot of methods to bring back the soul.

Is it too ironic that a person who can't be recruited by the decent sect is now being used as a thug by Xiaoji Yijie Moxiu.

However, Sheng Huaizhao let out a hint of sarcasm coldly: "...Maybe, the gray smoke in the thunder calamity symbolizes not being wiped out, but being imprisoned and restrained."

System: ...How could he still come to see you? Xiao Ji obviously took him back into the unicorn curling pot.

"You want to escape." Remnant Shadow said in a low voice.

Sheng Huaizhao frowned slightly, the afterimage that wasn't even a soul was still conscious.

The young man was silent, and the afterimage swayed forward, as if falling in front of him: "I can help you escape."

"Help me?" Sheng Huaizhao said indifferently, "If you wanted to help me, you wouldn't have hurt Yun Jian like that before."

"My soul has been devoured by the soul-invading nail, and I cannot control myself." Remnant Shadow said in a low voice, "It was not my intention to hurt you."

As if knowing that the words are too thin and unconvincing, afterimage added in a low voice: "My natal sword is buried in the cold spring of winter, and I will entrust it to you..."

Sheng Huaizhao interrupted in a low voice: "You and I have even more vengeance. Even if you pass on your cultivation to me now, I will not offer incense and kowtow in front of your grave. Why do you need to do this?"

Even if his remnant soul was out of control, it would still hurt Yun Jian, and he wanted him to forgive him lightly with a natal sword?

What a big face.

"Xiao Ji...save her." After Ying's voice seemed to be eroded by old mourning, mixed with guilt and debt, "She wasn't like this in the first place."

Sheng Huaizhao narrowed his eyes slightly.

"In the early years, I betrayed her. My affection and love and hatred became heart disease. My soul was torn apart, and she never got rid of the demons."

A picture he had never seen before appeared in Sheng Huaizhao's brain.

The vast world, covered with snow.

In the thousand-year-old ice under the deep sea, there is a sword sunk in the deepest part.

"I can't save her, and I can't save her. I've been trapped here for many years, just waiting for the person in my horoscope to appear."

Sheng Huaizhao turned his head abruptly, extremely disgusted with his behavior of handing over the funeral without asking whether or not.

"If I don't save it." He said angrily.

"If you are still thinking about that demon cultivator boy, you have to save it." After Ying's voice became weaker, as if it was about to dissipate, "You want his split soul to re-integrate, only Xiao Ji can do it. You You need to save her to save that boy."

"Okay." Sheng Huaizhao raised his eyes grimly, "Since you are so persevering, I will send her to see you when she combines Yun Jian's spirit and soul."