Although the scene just now was mostly staged to tease Ren Luo, Qiao Xiyin still had some real feelings in it.
She was really sad.
Now, even if I was a little sad, it disappeared under someone's shameless teasing.
The three people next to them silently moved away from Qiao Xiyin and He Yunchao.
They really never thought that one day they would see their unconventional senior brother clinging to a little girl.
"Fellow Taoists," the two of them didn't know what they said. They saw He Yunchao suddenly raised his head and looked around, "Are you all here to look for the Tomb of the Demon King?"
The little girl whose name she still didn't know stood beside him, holding his hand.
There is commotion in the crowd
"That's natural."
"If it weren't for the Demon King's Tomb, what would we be doing in this deserted place?"
He Yunchao asked calmly, "Then why don't you jump?"
As soon as these words came out, not only that group of people, but also the four people from Yunxian Sect were very confused as to why they were jumping.
"Back then, the Demon King and the Demon King jumped off a cliff to die in love." He Yunchao smiled and slowly stroked the back of Qiao Xiyin's hand. "It is said that the Demon King's tomb was also found under the Duanqing Cliff. Just standing there If you don’t jump here, how can you find the Demon King’s Tomb?”
The people standing here all have different purposes.
There are people like He Yunzhao who bring disciples from the sect to the trial; there are people who come here to satisfy their curiosity; there are casual cultivators who are determined to hunt for treasures, and not everyone is determined to do so. Find the purpose of the Demon King's Tomb.
Therefore, we will stop here.
"Then how can you conclude that you have to jump off the cliff to find the Demon King's Tomb, rather than that there is some mechanism leading to the tomb?" someone questioned.
"How do I know?" Unexpectedly, He Yunchao just shrugged and said in a casual tone, "I was just guessing."
everyone ""
Then I saw him blowing a whistle, and the cloud horse in the distance was summoned upon hearing the sound. He picked up Qiao Xiyin and got on the horse, spread his wings, and ran straight into the bottomless clouds on Duanqing Cliff.
Everyone was stunned.
Then, the three members of the Yunxian Sect looked at each other and jumped down without hesitation. Ren Luo hesitated for a moment and saw that no one from the sect was around. She gritted her teeth in anger and jumped down with a cruel heart.
Soon, some of the people who were persuaded by this scene turned around and went back, and some even jumped off the Duanqing Cliff one after another.
The airflow in the air was strong and rapid. Even though Yunma was considered a spiritual beast with a high level of cultivation, it was somewhat difficult to fly while falling downwards.
He Yunzhao patted its head, took Qiao Xiyin away from Yunma, and let Yunma return to the cliff while he continued downward.
"When we danced for the first time," his voice was mixed with the hunting wind, "I held you like this. You were very good at that time, and now you still want to pinch me."
Qiao Xiyin was angry and laughing, not knowing how to answer him.
Can it be the same? Can this be the same as back then? Back then, he had almost only one breath left and couldn't even bleed. He still hugged her even though he was still breathing. She was so frightened by him that her heartbeat almost stopped. She didn't dare to move at all. She could only stick to him tightly and continuously transfer her spiritual power to him.
They spent five days and five nights at the foot of Duanqing Cliff.
Only then did Qiao Xiyin realize that Duanqingya was just a place where more species had become spirits, almost turning into demons. They were very aggressive and always caught off guard. If they were not careful, their feet would slip, so here they were. Many people died.
She herself was injured several times by the creatures here because she was uneasy at first. But at the back, no creature dared to approach them, and tributes would be prepared for them.
"I think the Tomb of the Demon King is not under the Duanqing Cliff," He Yunchao added, "There is a circle with spiritual power fluctuations here. Let's go there. Qiaoqiao, close your eyes and hold me tight."
After saying that, he changed direction, suddenly stepped on the rock wall with his feet, and used the force to get up.
Qiao Xiyin had no choice but to hug his waist tightly, shrink into a small ball, and feel his heartbeat in the darkness.
She no longer cares about what is under the Duanqing Cliff.
She was just thinking that when they came here again, they would still be two people.
How wonderful.
From flying to landing, it only takes a cup of tea.
Qiao Xiyin opened her eyes at He Yunchao's interesting voice.
"Are the walls even made of gold?"
He looked around with emotion and expressed his envy, "Sister Xiao Qiao, you are so rich."
The first thing you see is a magnificent corridor.
He Yunchao was right. Every brick on both sides of the corridor was made of gold, and the gems embellished with it were countless like fine crafts.
But then again, Qiao Xiyin doesn't remember how much money she has.
In the lower three realms, she is the devil, the demon king admires her, and the ghost king is her loyal little brother. It can be said that she walks sideways throughout the lower three realms. Whenever there is any good thing, it is sent to her first.
She has zero talent in managing money, so she leaves it to her subordinates or the Ghost King's younger brother to take care of it, as long as she always has money to spend.
Besides, unless she goes to the human world, she will eat for free in the lower three realms, and she won’t be able to spend any money.
"Sister Xiao Qiao," He Yunchao sighed, "It seems that I still need you to support me in the future."
Qiao Xiyin looked at the sky, "My entire life's wealth has become the material for this tomb. I still have no money now."
The corridor extended into deeper darkness.
The name here is too easy to judge. The walls are carved with ancient totems of the demon clan for sacrifice. Any place with such a pattern would only be the tomb of the Demon King.
As a living person, walking into her own tomb like this, Qiao Xiyin thought, her mentality is really good.
She stood in front of a wall and reached out to touch the gems on the wall. "I always feel that this is not the human world."
What He Yunchao found was the spiritual aperture.
That is the key to another world.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, the gem suddenly burst out with intense light. Every beam of light seems to carry the wail and hiss of the soul, pulling people deeper into the darkness.
Qiao Xiyin took a step back and shouted, "Come out"
Immediately afterwards, the wall in front of him began to collapse.
He Yunchao stood in front of her, his eyebrows slightly raised, watching as the gold bricks began to dissipate, and the face behind the gold bricks gradually became clearly visible.
It wasn't a human face at all. On its head is a horn as powerful as a cow, its eyes are as big as copper bells, its face is as red as red fire, and its fangs are black and sharp.
Black mist was constantly emanating from his body, but it seemed to have no effect on the two of them at all. On the contrary, Qiao Xiyin was shocked by his face for a while: "Xiao, Xiaohei"
Qiao Xiyin's face was clearly reflected in his red eyes.
A little girl who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, but was almost the same as the Demon King.
He growled.
He Yunchao beside him frowned, with a look of disgust on his face: "This is the Ghost King, he must be too ugly."
Ghost King ""
Almost at the same moment, the huge body continued to shrink like a balloon being punctured, returning to the height of a normal human being. The face also turned into that of a dark-skinned middle-aged man.
The Ghost King was originally transformed by a fierce ghost. He had no appearance before his transformation. He transformed into the most ordinary appearance of a human being. When he showed his normal appearance, no one would associate him with one of the masters of the lower three realms.
And his ability to sit in this position is indispensable to Qiao Xiyin's contribution back then. Therefore, Qiao Xi's gratitude to him was not only a surrender to the strong, but also a gift of reinvention.
"Let me tell you, it's normal for you to be like this." Qiao Xiyin curled her lips.
After a while, the man in front of him responded. He looked at the two people's eyebrows carefully, full of disbelief and surprise, "Your Highness, the Demon King"
Their identities do not need to be proven at all. The Ghost King doesn't recognize them just by their appearance.
Qiao Xiyin nodded and arched her beautiful eyebrows, "Looks like you're not stupid yet."
There was a chill on the Ghost King's back.
When he first met Qiao Xiyin, she was the same age. But time passed, and a few years passed. Although Qiao Xiyin still loved to play and laugh at that time, she was not as immature as she is now.
Or pure.
This body is that of a real sixteen-year-old girl.
However, he knew Qiao Xiyin too well. It was precisely because of this that she seemed even more terrifying now.
"I" he seemed to have lost the ability to formulate words. He waited for a while and then finally said, "I thought you..."
The nose of a tall and thick-set person suddenly begins to feel sore.
"Dead," He Yunchao said lightly, "Indeed. After some things, we came back successfully."
Qiao Xiyin held He Yunchao's arm and hummed, "So you used my money to help me build a mausoleum."
Ghost King ""
He fell silent again.
"I'll save all your property for you. When the funds in the ghost world are not enough, I still move a little bit."
He stepped back cautiously, trying to keep the matter as light as possible.
It feels like after so many years of not seeing each other, the Ghost King’s courage has shrunk.
Qiao Xiyin doubted herself and suddenly asked, "Xiao Hei, you have to believe that we are real people. As the ghost king, you won't be afraid of ghosts, right?"
The Ghost King's face turned red, and he became very angry. "I'm not afraid of ghosts. It's really scary if you come back suddenly, okay?"
It finally became normal.
Qiao Xiyin was overjoyed and smiled. Then she thought of something and asked him, "You have been keeping watch here."
"That's how it started."
Slowing down, the Ghost King's voice was slightly choked, "When I went to Duanqing Cliff, I didn't find your bodies. All I saw was blood and spiritual power fluctuations everywhere. I was very scared and I firmly believed that you were not dead at that time. But those people from the Immortal Realm go too far and want you to die, and they are trying to attract the attention of the Three Realms every day. I simply followed their plan and built a mausoleum."