Xianzun and his cat

Afterwards, the memory is a mess, no, it’s not so much chaos, it’s better to say that Yin Ning doesn’t want to recall, the bloody sky, he waited for ten years, missed his lover for ten years, holding a sword towards He came, with indifference in his eyes as if he didn't know him at all, and finally a familiar white jade sword was inserted into his chest.

But he didn't die, it was Fang Ying who protected him and allowed him to escape from the melee.

later……

The domain of the northeast, within the territory of Mount Huang.

This is a place full of aura, but no monks or magic cultivators come here, because this is a place where monsters gather. If ordinary monks want to force their way in, they can only deal with the monsters guarding everywhere first.

Fang Ying brought his body here. He was a civet cat cultivating a human body, and Fang Ying's body was a spiritual plant. Although he was not very welcome here, his arrival was not rejected after all.

He was already dead, but his soul was stripped from his body. Fang Ying went to his secret realm with the seeds that housed his soul, and waited for 500 years for him to finally have a body, but his soul was missing a piece. No memory, no wake up.

Later, Fang Ying took him to the snow-capped mountain, where Mu Huazhi was still standing on the mountain, the silver leaves swaying, and the wind blew by, making a collision sound, as if crying.

Yin Ning slowly opened his eyes from the white jade sarcophagus. He was dressed in white, his blue eyes dimmed at first, and then slowly gained aura.

When he propped himself up from the coffin, the bells on his feet shattered.

Yin Ning was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt sad in his heart. Before he could figure it out, his eyes were foggy, and he raised his hand to touch his face—it was already wet with tears.

Who is crying?

He waited for a long time before he came out of his emotions, stepped out of the coffin, and looked at the cave full of spirit stones.

Although the cave was deep, it was inlaid with spiritual stones. Fang Ying knew that he didn't like black, so he went out of his way to find these rare things for him.

Why bother, it's just a sentence of a soulless body.

Yin Ning smiled slightly, and then sat down on the stone beside him.

He thought, the current Dishu should find out that his body is dead, what expression would he have?

Going around, 500 years later, even though he lost his memory, even though he was far away, he finally returned to Di Shu's side.

He had just woken up, and his thoughts were not very active, but now he remembered the wound on his right chest—it was left to him by Dishu.

Yin Ning used his hands to gently attach the place where the scar was, over and over again.

In fact, when Dishu swung his sword at him, he just hid. He didn't believe that Dishu would hurt him, but the fact was that, Dishu didn't listen to him, and didn't want to find out who he was at all. It pierced his body straight, blood flowed out, and tears flowed out.

He couldn't stand.

He couldn't tell.

He can't think of it.

He suddenly remembered that he once leaned on Di Shu and asked him with a smile what he would do if they faced each other with swords one day.

Dishu was not very happy after hearing his words at that time, turned him over and pressed him down, pinched his face and kissed him expressionlessly, and then murmured in his ear: "I will defeat you, I will take yours!" Jian, lock you in my secret realm, no one will see you, and you can only look at me every day."

Thinking of this, Yin Ning chuckled lightly, as if he really thought it was funny, his laughter became louder and louder, as if he couldn't hold it back, and he didn't want to bear it, he leaned over and laughed at his own stupidity.

After a long time, a hoarse, shallow sarcasm came from the cave:

"You are such a fool."

Dengxianmen

"Senior brother, you said the situation of Xianzun...this..." Xie Juechen moved closer to Mo Yan, looked at the height of Wuwang Peak, and asked softly.

Mo Yan's expression had never been so serious. He kept his mouth tightly shut and said nothing. After a long time, he slowly shook his head.

The atmosphere at the gate of immortality was tense.

Jinghong grabbed Xie Juechen and pulled him to the side and asked, "Tell me more carefully, what's going on?!"

Xie Juechen was flustered and anxious, and explained again:

"As I said, the Immortal Venerable left alone with the little disciple who followed him after he got off the spirit boat. After that, I didn't contact the Immortal Venerable and I don't know what happened. When I saw the Immortal Venerable again, it was already Immortal Venerable held the demon in his arms—" Xie Juechen paused, lowered his voice, and continued, "He walked out of the secret realm with that little disciple full of demonic energy in his arms, it was scary, I almost lost my mind I thought the Immortal Venerable himself had fallen into a demon..."

Jinghong was silent, there were people from various sects guarding outside the secret realm, they must have seen the Immortal Venerable come out with someone in his arms, this is hard to explain, the Immortal Venerable had a tendency to become demonic 500 years ago, If it is still rumored that there is collusion with Moxiu...

Thinking of this, Jinghong had a headache.

no false peak

Yin Ning lost his breath half an hour ago. At that time, Di Shu was sitting beside him, watching Yin Ning's breathing become shallow. It was in vain for him to save Yin Ning because of his advanced cultivation.

He couldn't save Yin Ning.

Di Shu never imagined that a kitten who had been pampered and raised by him for so many days, and who was acting like a baby with him just now, would die like this in such a short period of time, the moment he didn't look at him ...

Yin Ning on the bed just turned paler and colder, why... died...?

Di Shu remained silent, as if he had no reaction to Yin Ning's death.

After waiting for a long time, he slowly stretched out his hand to touch Yin Ning, but saw blood dripping from the palm of his hand, he withdrew it abruptly, wiped his hand carefully before touching Yin Ning again. Yin Ning.

The tentacles are cold.

He didn't believe it, and touched Yin Ning's neck, chest, and back again...

All the same.

He was silent, and finally opened his mouth, his voice was not as natural as before, only blank, like a traveler who had been frustrated for a long time and couldn't find his way back: "You told me to go quickly, I should have listened... ..."

[yeah you should listen]

"Why didn't I listen to you..."

[Because you only have yourself in your heart and you don't care about him]

"I care about him... Yin Ning, he is my kitten..." Han#哥#儿#全#理#

[But in your heart, he is still inferior to other things, the truth you want to know, the truth you want to investigate, and the righteous way you care about]

"No... Yin Ning is naturally comparable to—"

[But why don't you listen to him? Why do you watch him die? How painful it must be for him to get into his body]

"He's afraid of pain..."

[How sad he was crying]

"He cried……"

[If he cries, it’s all the fault of the right way, it’s all your fault, if you don’t choose this way, how can he die and how can he be sad]

[Dishu is all yours because you chose the wrong path]

[Dishu is in the devil, go to know his pain, kill the person who killed him, and help him avenge]

The sky gradually became dark, and a strong wind suddenly picked up. Before the thick clouds could cover the square inch of Wuwang Peak, the thunder came down one after another, breaking the outer barrier and turning the entire Wuwang Peak into a cloud. There were several cracks, and the cracks extended down to the ground, causing the ground to vibrate.

In the southwest, the enchantment set up by Dishu 500 years ago has now been shattered into a spider web, and the fragments will be completely broken with just one touch.

The demon cultivators in the demon world raised their heads one after another, all looking in the direction of the entrance of the enchantment, their hearts trembled violently, and a deep fear flashed in their eyes - at that moment, they smelled a powerful demonic energy.

They knew that a new king was about to be born.

Under the countless thunderstorms, Mo Yanzhi saw a small man in Di Shu's arms from a distance. The man was curled up in Di Shu's arms, as if he was sleeping peacefully.

And their celestial venerables walked over from a cloud of demonic energy, not afraid of the thunder clouds above their heads, not afraid of the killing intent all over the sky, the crown of hair fell down, and the beautiful hair scattered down one by one.

Suddenly, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he gently lowered his head and kissed Yin Ning's forehead with the utmost tenderness, as if it would break if he exerted too much force.

Afterwards, his eyes flicked across the sky lightly, and a cold and murderous voice sounded:

"God, you sealed my memory and let me hurt him with my own hands. I will settle this account with you bit by bit."

The sky thunder intensified, and even spread beyond Wuwang Peak.

But he couldn't hurt Di Shu in the slightest. He stood in the demonic energy, his eyes were cold and murderous, and he disappeared in place the moment he stepped out.

Everyone was only scared away by Tianlei's aura, but when they looked again, Di Shu was nowhere to be seen, and they couldn't guess the result even though they were surprised.

Jing Hong stood next to Mo Yan, seeing the deep helplessness on his face, he swallowed again several times when he wanted to speak, and finally had to say: "Senior brother..."

Mo Yan seemed to have been awakened, turned his head to look at him, nodded after a while, and sighed weakly: "First call back all the disciples outside, and then... open the barrier to protect the mountain..."

The Zongmen's mountain protection enchantment is a Zongmen regulation, and it cannot be opened unless it is absolutely necessary, but now it is obviously time.

The Immortal Venerable has become a demon, and those sects have no choice but to attack the Immortal Venerable.

I don't know if I can survive the journey to the Immortal Gate this time...

Di Shu brought Yin Ning to Yin Ning's secret realm. He found a snow mountain. In the ice coffin, he watched him outside the coffin for a long time before leaving.

"Ningning, I'm sorry to keep you waiting for 500 years, I'll come to you right away."

He thought, his kitten is so squeamish and cries for 500 years, maybe he is hiding somewhere crying and scolding him now.

His Ning Ning must be very scared now. The sword he stabbed in 500 years ago, shed so much blood, Ning Ning was so afraid of pain. At that time, he was too painful to move. All soaked in tears.

It's his fault.

Before leaving, he traced Yin Ning's eyebrows and eyes with his fingers over and over again, and the black pupils walked around his whole body reluctantly, and finally retracted them shallowly.

As if feeling something, Yin Ning in the territory of Huangshan suddenly felt a panic in his heart, his heart beating violently. He looked at the direction of the northwest, his hands trembling involuntarily—a strange and powerful demonic energy appeared in his secret realm.