The night before setting out to guard the trench.
Yan Qing carried the head of a demon and walked towards the Nine Sects' base.
The demon god sat on his shoulder, looked up at the sky full of stars and moon, and said casually: "Yan Qing, can you see these when you look up in your original world?"
Yan Qing asked casually: "Do you know where I'm from?"
The demon said innocently: "I don't know, are you willing to tell me?"
Yan Qing said, "If you don't know, just shut up."
The demon god said meaningfully: "Oh Yanqing, I have discovered that you have never felt a sense of belonging here."
Yan Qing walked to the edge of a cliff, threw his bloody head into the Cangwang Sea, and then sat on a rock alone, looking down at the waves crashing into the rocks one after another.
Yan Qing asked the demon god softly: "What do you want to do?"
The demon god said: "You have already done the work of bleeding him, how can you not guess what I want to do?"
The peach blossom branches in His arms shattered into powder and fell into the wind.
"Yan Qing, let's make a deal. You help me to be reborn. I will send you and Xie Shiyi to your original world, away from everything here. How about that?"
"You have to know that evil thoughts are endless. Even if Xie Shiyi sealed me with his life, it would only bring peace for another ten thousand years. You have to believe in humans, and believe that they will not let me sleep for too long. Just like fate, Xie Shiyi cannot have both in this world."
Yan Qing twisted the silk thread in his hand and asked, "You want it? How should I make it?"
The demon god smiled and leaned close to his ear and said, "You are a reborn soul. How about I give you a stronger body? He has the power of devouring and will soon become the best in the world. And you wanted to kill Bai Xiaoxiao, didn't you?"
He wants Yan Qing's soul.
And Bai Xiaoxiao is the vessel of His resurrection.
Let Yan Qing take over Bai Xiaoxiao's body, killing two birds with one stone.
Yan Qing said: "Okay?"
The demon was stunned.
Everything went so smoothly that He didn't even have to use His trump card.
But it’s better this way, the trump card is saved until the end.
—The drop of Bai Xiaoxiao's blood that Xie Shiyi drank had too many miraculous effects. If Yan Qing, after giving everything for Xie Shiyi, found that the person he loved had a white moonlight for whom he could sacrifice his life
What will happen
Yan Qing will definitely collapse, just like the young man who took forty-one steps in despair.
In the same body, when Yan Qing was desperate and relaxed, it was the best time for Him to take action.
When Yan Qing went into the sea, he carried the wooden sword that Xie Shiyi had made for him. The boy who used to be carefree and playful had lost his carefree attitude and was so cold that it frightened everyone.
Before entering the Demon Realm, Xi Chaoyun gave the divine hairpin in his hair to Yan Qing and said solemnly: "After we go in, the things outside will be temporarily handed over to you."
Yan Qing did not refuse either.
Although Xi Chaoyun helped him deceive the others, it was impossible for him not to know his true identity.
Xi Chaoyun looked at him carefully, sighed, smiled gently and said: "I now know why Du Wei went to Xiaoyu Palace in the first place."
"The window in his palace looks out to the only exit from the Demon Realm to the Upper Heaven."
"So he has been waiting for someone."
Yan Qing held the thorn hairpin in a daze for a moment.
Xi Chaoyun said: "If I'm not mistaken, the person who made him walk through the nine thousand nine hundred steps in despair should be you."
Yan Qing frowned: "Distracted?"
Xi Chaoyun said: "Well, when Du Wei first came to Wangqing Sect, I saw him at the most miserable and saddest time in his life."
Yan Qing nodded. Holding the thorn hairpin, the sharp end almost pierced into the lines on his palm.
The bottom of the sea was silent, the aurora waves were swaying, covering the dark blood. The nine sects' disciples entered the sea and began to hunt down the demons.
They chased a demon in the late Nascent Soul stage and chased him to the ruins of the Divine Power.
"there!"
"That demon species is indeed running inside!"
"Everyone, watch the road! Be careful, there are a lot of gravel on the ground!"
Yan Qing followed the others to the Nandou Temple again. This time he heard a lot of noise.
Yan Qing's companions include Jun Ruxing and Sun Junhao.
Jun Ruxing's eyes lit up as soon as she saw him, and she came closer with her compass in hand. Sun Junhao, on the other hand, had a cold face and didn't even look at him. The rest of the people were in a state of fear and dread towards Yan Qing.
It's just that at this time, everyone no longer cares about grudges, and holds their breath to fight the demon.
Jun Ruxing was pulled away by the senior sister from the Astrology Building by twisting her ears: "Jun Ruxing, why are you being so fussy? I want you to calculate the direction!"
"Oh, Senior Sister, be gentle, be gentle!"
Bai Xiaoxiao was the first person to see the bloodstains in the temple. His pupils widened and he shouted, "Look! There is so much blood on the ground!"
Everyone was frightened by his voice, and when they looked down, they were also shocked by the mottled black bloodstains.
"There's so much blood. Did that demon get in?!"
"No, it's not. The blood has dried up long ago. It must have been left there many years ago."
"Everyone stay away from blood."
An older disciple stepped forward and said, "Let's split up."
"good?."
Yan Qing stood alone in front of the tightly closed bluestone door. He touched the door that he couldn't open in the first place with his fingers and said calmly, "Open it for me."
The devil sneered, raised his finger, and lightly flicked the bluestone door, and the door opened.
"If I had known this would happen, why did I do it in the first place?"
Yan Qing walked into the dark corridor alone. The lights came on one by one, and he saw that this was a large hall.
Eight pillars hold up the sky wall, and there are eight doors on the circular wall next to it.
Each door leads to an unknown place.
When the lights were fully on, the demon's face was distorted and his eyes were heavy. Then he said, "I'll wait for you outside." Then he disappeared on Yan Qing's shoulder.
Yan Qing finally got rid of this evil tumor and focused his attention on the Nandou Temple.
Then he walked towards the door in front of him, while gently pulling the red string on his wrist with one hand. He had previously wrapped a small section of the red string around Bai Xiaoxiao's hair, so that he could sense all the changes coming from Bai Xiaoxiao.
If Lan Xize dares to conspire with the Demon God, he should be prepared to be retaliated against - Lan Xize is still looking for a container for the Demon God and Bai Xiaoxiao, but he doesn't know that the Demon God has already put him to death.
The only inheritance of Emperor Nan Dou was Xie Shiyi, so even if Yan Qing came, he would not see any miracles. But Yan Qing did not come here for these things. He held up a candle and carefully observed the structure of the temple, and his fingers touched the cold wall.
Look up.
He looked through the ancient, damp rust and saw words that had never been erased for thousands of years.
Inside this door, which can only be opened by Xie Shiyi and the Demon God, all the history of Xiaoyu Palace is recorded.
Here, Yan Qing saw an evil magic.
By using gods as offerings, one can... defy fate and change one's destiny.
Yan Qing lowered his eyes and lightly brushed across the four words "Defy the will of heaven and change your destiny" with his fingers.
"Defy fate and change destiny? Xie Shiyi, why was I reborn?"
Yan Qing walked out of the forbidden area, watched the bluestone door close again, and followed the red line to find Bai Xiaoxiao. Bai Xiaoxiao was now in a tunnel of an abandoned palace, and Lan Xize was waiting for him at the end.
"Yan Qing, you really don't want to tell me about your past life?"
Ever since he planted the seed in Yan Qing's heart, he has been racking his brains to evoke Yan Qing's nostalgia for his past life.
She kept brainwashing Yan Qing, telling him that except Xie Shiyi, he didn't know anyone in this world, and he had no attachment to anyone, so he could leave cleanly without any worries.
Yan Qing was too lazy to pay attention to him.
The demon god's green eyes rolled, and seeing that he was still unmoved, he took out a small whistle from his sleeve.
"Are you trying to make yourself forget because you can't go back to your hometown?"
Yan Qing said, "No. Shut up."
The demon god said: "I am just very curious. How could someone suddenly come to another world and not miss his family at all? Even if you don't have family, you still have friends. But you never thought about them - Yan Qing, did you come here willingly?"
When he first arrived at Xie's house, he had no relatives and took his anger out on Xie Shiyi, wishing to kill him.
Yan Qing said: "Just assume that I came here willingly."
The demon choked and looked at him hatefully.
The demon god put the whistle to his lips and gritted his teeth: "Okay, I'll help you remember how to be willing."
The devil blew a whistle, and the sound was like a gust of wind, blowing up Yan Qing's youngest and deepest memories bit by bit.
Actually, there is nothing good to recall.
His modern life was torn apart by a car accident when he was five years old. Before he was five, his family was happy and his parents loved each other. After he was five, both his parents died and he had to live with others. His uncle and aunt were busy with business, so in order to keep him from being lonely, they gave Yan Qing many classes, such as piano, painting, Sanda, and swimming, which almost occupied all his spare time.
Yan Qing has always been a person who is warm on the outside but cold on the inside.
His parents are excellent researchers, so his uncle also thinks that he will take the postgraduate entrance examination and go to a research institute or a university after graduation. But what does Yan Qing want to do? Before he went to college, he didn't know. The inheritance left by his parents was too much. Even if he was a playboy, he couldn't spend it all in his lifetime.
If we really want to talk about Yan Qing's clearest memory of his past life, it would probably be his parents' funeral. A lot of people came that day. He had just recovered from a serious illness and his face was pale.
His aunt stood by his side, holding his hand tightly and trying not to sob.
The irises swayed gently in the wind, and the rain wet the holly grass like a curtain.
Everything seems so unreal, like a dream.
Yan Qing looked at the black and white photo on the tombstone, feeling a surge of pain in his heart.
He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.
A drop of rain fell on his face, and Yan Qing turned back in shock. But his sight went straight through the dark crowd of mourners, and at the end of the funeral, he saw a very tall man.
He must be an old friend of my parents. He was pale and tall, holding a black umbrella tightly, like a tall pine tree in a cemetery.
It’s just that he was too tall, and the young Yan Qing couldn’t see what he looked like.
That person was standing at the end and was the first to leave.
On the way down the mountain from the cemetery.
His uncle's eyes were red as he held him in his arms and said, "Qingqing, we are a family from now on. Tell your uncle anything you want."
Aunt wiped the rain off his face with a distressed look and said, "Qingqing, I have prepared a new bedroom for you and moved all the toys and books from your previous room here. I have the key to your old room. Whenever you want to go back and visit, I will accompany you."
The raindrops on his body were freezing cold. He stretched out his arms, his eyes reddened as he hugged his aunt's neck, and said in a low voice, as soft as a young animal: "Okay."