Dabai, kill him.
The Breath-avoiding Pearl allowed Dabai's consciousness to gain the upper hand.
"Owner… "
Bai Xiaoxiao's green and crazy eyes became clear, and it looked at the Breath-avoiding Pearl with tears in its eyes.
Dabai felt empty inside, and didn't turn around until he heard Yan Qing's instructions. When he saw Lan Xize, his confused eyes immediately started to burst into tears, and at the same time, hatred was overwhelming.
A three-year-old child does not know life and death, love and hate.
But the moment it saw this person, it seemed to hear the crying of its little master in its ears.
In the cramped snake cage, in the endless darkness, it cried so hard that its heart was about to melt.
Lan Xize was sitting on the osmanthus tree, witnessing all this, and no one knew what he was thinking about.
But before he could react, Dabai's attack had already backfired and rushed towards him like crazy.
Lan Xize stretched out his hand, and a green wind condensed from his fingertips. A sky full of green leaves surrounded him. The absolutely powerful power of incarnation soared up to the sky, causing the waters of the entire Cangwang Sea to surge and roar.
The sea was in shock and the mountains were in a trance, and there were strange phenomena in heaven and earth.
Everyone on the sea level was stunned.
Lan Xize met those childish and hateful eyes, smiled slightly, and said to himself: "So you hate me so much."
Every thorn on the altar was poisonous, and the poison seeped into the blood. Although it did not pose a threat to Yan Qing's life, it still made him exhausted.
Yan Qing leaned against an osmanthus tree.
The demon god could not hide his excitement: "Once Bai Xiaoxiao devours Lan Xize's nightmare, we can take over his body."
Yan Qing pulled the corner of his lip, and suddenly felt nauseous. This feeling of boredom and nausea had been with him for a long time, his internal organs were boiling, and his soul was burning. He wanted desperately to be free. But he knew that in this life, perhaps he would never be free.
"We can merge now."
The demon's tone was full of excitement. She transformed into a little girl and walked out of Yan Qing's sea of consciousness. The little girl's hair was tied sideways, and the jade beads on it were as bright as her eyes. She was wearing a black dress and half-crouched in front of Yan Qing.
The demon god sighed softly: "Yan Qing, we have lived together for a hundred years, and now we are finally becoming one."
Yan Qing looked at her indifferently.
Thousands of red threads rise from the sky and earth, forming an inseparable cocoon. The pale yellow osmanthus flowers are colorful like falling snow.
One has green eyes and a smile on his face, while the other has bloodshot eyes that are as cold as ice.
The red line enters his life. At this moment, it connects all the causes and effects since their first meeting at the bottom of the ocean a hundred years ago.
Yan Qing closed his eyes.
He shared his soul with the demon god. From then on, they were connected in life and death, thoughts, words and deeds.
It feels amazing to accept the demon.
Yan Qing thought of something Xie Shiyi once said.
—“Nightmare is another you”.
The process of his merging with the devil was more like remembering all the unspeakable evil thoughts and desires he had ever had.
He couldn't even feel what was new in his soul. The demon god seemed to have become his second personality.
On the altar, the moon is bright and the flowers are falling like snow. Below the altar, the tides are rising and falling, and the sea is silent.
The soul threads meandered on the dead vines and thorns, like blood-colored flowers spread all over the ground.
Yan Qing grabbed the wooden sword with his pale fingers and staggered to his feet.
After the demon merged with him, they shared the same emotions.
He could clearly feel the Demon God's joy and pride, and his ambition and murderous intent were spreading and growing like weeds.
After the first fusion, the demon god wanted very much to establish a good relationship with him and extended an olive branch to him in a flattering manner.
"Yan Qing, do you want to avenge Xie Shiyi?"
Yan Qing's voice was low and hoarse: "Revenge?"
The devil spoke sweetly, "Yes. To avenge Xie Shiyi's death fifteen years ago when his spiritual roots were taken away, his cultivation was destroyed, and he almost died. You know, Lan Xize was the culprit back then."
Yan Qing lowered his eyes and looked at his fingers. The light fragrance of osmanthus in the air could not suppress the strong smell of blood.
Yan Qing merged with the demon god's body, and in a sense, he completely broke free from the shackles of the mortal body and restored his spiritual cultivation. He whispered, "You are right."
Lan Xize was at the peak of the Spiritualization Realm, but Bai Xiaoxiao had absorbed nearly half of the nightmares of the Demon Realm into his body, making him unprecedentedly powerful. The spiritual energy was turbulent, the divine power was surging, and even a random attack could leave Lan Xize with nowhere to escape.
Dabai bit his lips tightly and stubbornly attacked the man in front of him.
It bit, it scratched, it pounced, its eyes red, like a young animal forced into a desperate situation.
A thick black aura emanated from Dabai's entire body. For his final attack, he took advantage of Lan Xize's unpreparedness and pounced on him, strangling his neck with his fingers.
The whistle in his hand fell to the ground.
Lan Xize groaned and spat out a mouthful of blood, then half-knelt down and fell under the phantom tree.
Dabai grabbed his neck tightly, tears welling up in his eyes, and he murmured with trembling teeth: "It's you who killed the young master, it's you, it's you - I'm going to kill you."
Hearing the three words "young master" from the mouth of Wangchuan Spirit, Lan Xize let out a sarcastic smile. He grabbed its hand, without using any spiritual power, and threw it to the ground with a flash of green in his eyes.
Lan Xize leaned forward, almost madly, and said word by word: "Yes, it's me. But who do you think you are? Let your master kill me himself! Let Wei Shengzhuang kill me!"
Dabai fell to the ground, with the gravel hitting his face. He could no longer hold back his tears.
Lan Xize was disturbed by the evil spirit, his brows furrowed, and he was just about to use his energy to regulate his dantian.
But the sound of footsteps not far away made him stop again.
Rustle, rustle.
Yan Qing approached step by step, holding the wooden sword, and his crimson sleeves brushed against the weeds.
Lan Xize leaned against a tree and raised his head. His long silver hair was stained with blood. His face was twisted by hatred and desire. He took off all disguises and was completely exposed under the moonlight. Only indifference and coldness remained.
Yan Qing looked down at Lan Xize.
Lan Xize leaned against the tree and said sarcastically, "You are lucky."
Yan Qing said: "You should have died long ago."
Yan Qing half-knelt down and put the wooden sword against Lan Xize's forehead. When he lowered his head, some osmanthus flowers fell on his hair and shoulders.
"Lanxi Ze,"
Yan Qing said softly, "When I first learned the truth in the Barrier City, I thought that one day I would make you pay with blood. You owe Xie Shiyi, and I will help him get it back piece by piece."
For a cultivator in the Spiritualization Stage, the pain of the flesh is nothing to worry about. Even if he cut Lan Xize into pieces now, Lan Xize would not be able to feel the pain Xie Shiyi felt at the beginning. But Yan Qing just wanted to see blood.
All the anger and all the heartache can only be washed away with blood.
Lan Xize smiled indifferently: "Oh, you really have deep feelings and loyalty."
Yan Qing ignored his ridicule, her face was both good and evil in the dim light and shadow. She raised her hand, and the wooden sword in her hand pierced Lan Xize's pupil without hesitation.
"After fifteen years of shock, my cultivation was destroyed on the Soul-Slaying Stage, and my spiritual roots were cut off in front of the Bone-Eliminating Cliff."
"That's what they did? Ruined his eyes."
The sword rose and fell, and blood fell like rain.
"And then destroyed his spiritual roots."
One sword pierces the vital point, and another sword cuts off the meridians.
"Imprison him in the Prison of Desolation."
The soul thread wrapped around Lan Xize's throat.
"Force him to walk through the spring water and peach blossoms."
Tighten inch by inch.
Yan Qing lowered his head, smiling bloodthirstyly: "Lan Xize, I really regret that I couldn't let you die in front of the Cliff of No Regrets."
After hearing all this, Lan Xize had no regrets at all. He smiled sarcastically and said, "He deserves it. I only regret that I failed to steal his heart. If it weren't for him, how could Wei Shengzhuang escape from Shangli Palace!"
laugh.
Yan Qing's soul thread directly penetrated into Lan Xi Ze's sea of consciousness.
Lan Xize groaned, blood flowed from the corner of his lips, and the hatred on his face did not dissipate in the slightest.
Yan Qing's peach blossom eyes lost their emotions, and her tone was full of sarcasm and doubt: "Lan Xize, you actually wanted to keep Wei Sheng's makeup at that time?"
"You schemed against her family and caused the decline of the Weisheng clan. You broke her wings and made her a test subject for Yu Yan. Even so, you still want her to stay by your side?"
"He wants revenge, power, and her love. How can it be that good?"
"You've come to this point because of your own fault."
Yan Qing used the soul thread to cruelly stir Lan Xi Ze's sea of consciousness and found the deep-rooted nightmare. It was black and thick, like a tumor growing on the skin.
Yan Qing said: "You and Jing Ruyu are really kindred spirits."
Lan Xize's face turned pale, with cold sweat on his forehead. He bent down, and inserted his nine fingers into the dust and fallen leaves like convulsions.
When Yan Qing was in the Tinglan Secret Realm, he still had the leisure to read Jing Ruyu's memories and find out the truth about the Xuanji Palace. Now, he is so disgusted that he doesn't want to be in the
It stayed in Lan Xize's sea of consciousness for a second, and then, as if twitching a dead object, it pulled the nightmare out of Lan Xize's body and threw it on the ground.
The demon god was in his body, and his tone was excited: "Successful, now we just have to wait for Bai Xiaoxiao to devour it."
Yan Qing asked Him indifferently: "Is one nightmare of Lanxi Ze enough to form a new Wangchuan Cauldron?"
After the demon god merged with him, he no longer concealed anything and said with a smile: "Of course it's not enough, at least seven people are needed. But there's no rush, we can take our time. Lan Xi Ze's nightmare is enough for me to peel off the spirit of Wangchuan."
Yan Qing nodded, put away his sword and stood up.
Lan Xize covered his eyes, nightmares gushing out from between his fingers along with blood. These living nightmares fell to the ground one after another, like thin snakes, screaming excitedly and running towards Bai Xiaoxiao.
Lan Xize lowered his head and looked at those black things quietly... This was a nightmare that he had nurtured with evil thoughts day after day. He himself didn't know when it took shape.
Maybe it was in Lingxin Palace, maybe it was in Shangli Palace, or maybe it was a long, long time ago, when he was a penniless slave boy, greed had already taken root in his heart.
Who knows.
Bai Xiaoxiao knelt on the ground, watching all this in a daze. The moment Lan Xize's nightmare entered his body through his mouth and nose, he held his head and screamed in pain, and burst into tears.
“It hurts, ahhh it hurts, get out! Get out, ahhh!”
With the death of Lan Xize, all the plants on the altar began to wither and grow old.
The brambles withered and their leaves fell. The trees here grew too tall, their roots tangled and entwined.
Lan Xize leaned weakly against the tree, looking up at the falling leaves, his vision was dazed for a moment, as if he had returned to the dense forests of southern Xinjiang. The mist was the rain of that day, and the laurel was the morning light of that day. Same posture, same position.
Wild grass grew wildly in front of the Wangsheng Temple, and the girl's voice was like clear spring water and spiritual breeze.
"How are you? Do you need my help?"
Even after so long, he could still remember Wei Shengzhuang's eyes. Deep brown, like the most precious amber, with a faint glow. It twinkled and was brighter than any treasure he had ever seen in his life.
The long-lost pain surged up in his heart. Lan Xize covered his chest, and a trace of confusion flashed through the depths of his snake pupils. In his cognition, love has always been the most hypocritical thing. He doesn't know how to love, so he doesn't expect Wei Shengzhuang to really fall in love with him. He doesn't need love, he just needs Wei Shengzhuang to stay by his side.
The desire to take away the power of the devil is true, but the desire to resurrect Wei Shengzhuang is also true.
Micro makeup.
Lan Xize ignored the intense pain in his heart and smiled softly, madly and twistedly. He repeated the name over and over again, and in the end, all he could taste was the sweet blood in his throat.
— “My name is Wei Shengzhuang, and I’m a treasure hunter.”
The first time they met in the dense forest of southern Xinjiang, he knelt and she stood.
The mist and rain illuminated the glittering red beans on the tip of her hair, and also her curious, puzzled, and sympathetic eyes. She bit the candied haws and stretched out her hand to him, with intricate lines on her white palm.
Wei Shengzhuang was unable to understand the calculation and malice in his eyes, just as he was unable to understand the bloody ending of this fate. After many twists and turns, it ended with death.
"Where is this? Where am I?"
After Bai Xiaoxiao swallowed Lan Xize's nightmare, the chaotic divine power in his body was suppressed and he woke up. He murmured in confusion, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a pile of fallen leaves on the ground.
The sound of the vast ocean tide was endless in his ears, and the fragrance of the bright moon and osmanthus flowers blew across his eyelashes.
Bai Xiaoxiao looked up blankly, and when he saw the silver-haired man, all the horrible memories came to his mind instantly. He screamed "Ah ah" and backed away.
After a while, Bai Xiaoxiao heard footsteps. She turned around in surprise and saw Yan Qing.
Bai Xiaoxiao stared at him, pale: "Yan Qing..."
Yan Qing's gaze fell vaguely on him.
The demon god was eager to try and said, "Give me the control of the soul now, and I will take over Bai Xiaoxiao's body."
Yan Qing said indifferently: "He is not in a good condition to possess another body now."
The demon god said excitedly: "Of course I know that Bai Xiaoxiao's body is in a mess right now. So our first step is to separate the spirit of Wangchuan."
The demon god said: "Take Lanxi Ze's nightmare as the axis. Let all the nightmares merge and condense into a cauldron - we will be reborn in the cauldron!"
Yan Qing nodded and said lightly, "Well, come on."
The moment he accepted the fusion of the Demon God, he had already given half of the control of his soul to Him.
The demon smiled slightly.
He really wants to have a good relationship with Yan Qing now, so he speaks gently.
"Yan Qing, close your eyes."
Yan Qing closed his eyes.
Leaving his body to the demon, he watched coldly as his eyes opened and turned into the purest emerald green.
The demon walked forward and when he met Bai Xiaoxiao's gaze, he just smiled strangely.
Yan Qing's appearance had always been romantic and evil, and now he looked even more evil, with every strand of his hair emitting a faint red glow.
Bai Xiaoxiao suddenly felt fear, a fear she had never felt before.
The demon god was too lazy to talk to this container. He raised his hand, and a wisp of black mist flowed from his fingertips, which flowed into his eyes. The long wind lifted up Yan Qing's red robe and black hair, and the green eyes were like melted pearls, slowly flowing out of his eye sockets, across his cheeks, and falling to the ground.
The moment it touched the ground, an extremely dazzling and vast green light almost illuminated the entire vast ocean!
The night is as long as day!
With Bai Xiaoxiao as the center, the green light looked like an ancient formation.
“Ahhhh!”
Bai Xiaoxiao held her head and knelt on the ground.
In his body, the visible black nightmare was surging and roaring, like shackles, like a long snake, like a fence. It was chaotic, surging and crazy.
There was a faint white light around each dark nightmare. In this green formation, black and white were separated.
The spirit of the Forgotten River was forcibly stripped away.
The milky white fluorescence slowly condensed in the air!
The demon god watched the ball of white light take shape with his empty eyes, and there was an abnormal enthusiasm and madness on his face.
He had waited for this moment for too long, too long.
He now lives with Yan Qing and is also a soul from another world.
He has left the Nine Heavens and Eight Wastelands, the Five Elements and Six Directions, and is no longer under the jurisdiction of the order here. Now even the Xiaoyu Palace can't do anything to him!
Wait until He completely cultivates this body into a cauldron and regains all his strength.
He is the only, supreme God in this world.
He can even continue to devour new evil thoughts, and then even the heavens will not be able to stop His steps.
Yan Qing was also watching the spirit of Wangchuan leave, and the bright white light seeped out from Bai Xiaoxiao's limbs and bones.
The damp sea breeze carried the scent of sweet osmanthus and the smell of blood. He heard every word of what the demon god said to him in the barrier city.
Yan Qing, do you remember what I told you in Shifang City? I said that everyone has a nightmare in their body, just like a shadow, which can never be shaken off.
You must admit one thing, as long as there are still people in this world, I will not perish. I was born because of the evil of killing gods, but my continuation is very simple. Human emotions are too complicated, and evil thoughts can be born at any moment.
The spiritual form of Wangchuan? It is a bead, and the white light is like a thin gauze, constantly entwining and condensing.
Do you know what is the only way to seal me in this world? Xiaoyu Palace, let Xie Shiyi sacrifice his life, Liuli Heart be the core of the formation, and re-activate the Demon Slaying Formation.
—I’m telling you the sealing method, Yan Qing, do you dare to try it
The last ray of white fluorescence left Bai Xiaoxiao's heart, and now there were only a bunch of surging and entangled nightmares left in his body!
The night sky was deep blue, shining on the slowly rising bead, which was sparkling and gathering bright light.
Then Yan Qing, let's make a deal. You help me to be reborn. How about I send you to another world, away from everything here
You have to know that evil thoughts are endless. Even if Xie Shiyi sealed me with his life, it would only be another ten thousand years of peace. You have to believe in humans, believe that they will not let me sleep for too long, just like fate.
At the moment when the spirit of Wangchuan was completely separated, Yan Qing seemed to hear an extremely crisp sound.
The sound came from the ocean, from the heaven and earth, from outside the world, like a sigh from heaven.
The devil could no longer hold back his ambition and laughed almost maniacally.
He opened his mouth solemnly.
“Success!”
He opened his hands, ready to set up a formation to possess other bodies, kill Bai Xiaoxiao, and live together with Yan Qing in this body filled with evil.
But the devil's laughter stopped abruptly, and his spirit felt a pain. Suddenly, Yan Qing, who had control over the other half, stopped him.
The demon god was stunned, and then he was puzzled: "Yan Qing, what are you going to do?"
Yan Qing ignored her, he opened his eyes, and his black and white pupils grew back into his empty eye sockets, leaving a line of cold blood and tears at the end of his eyes.
Yan Qing looked at the spirit of Wangchuan and said in a soft voice.
"If you are not successful, come out."
The demon was completely stunned.
When I flew out of the mustard seed, I was still a little confused.
Yan Qing didn't know what method he used to make it sleep for a very long time. It spread its wings under the dark moon. It was obviously a small bat, but its shadow looked like a huge creature.
"How come I can sleep so well..."
I was yawning with frustration and sleepy eyes, and suddenly I felt a strange sense of detachment in my body.
"Well?"
It stared with its eyes wide open, turned its head, and tried to look at Yan Qing. However, an inexplicable gravitational force made it unable to control its body anymore, and flew into the air.
"Yan Qing!"
Buzhi stretched out his claws, feeling scared for the first time. But when he turned his head, he saw Yan Qing standing under the moonlight, his face almost transparent, watching him quietly. Gravity? Getting stronger and stronger.
Frustrated, she screamed: "Oh my god! Yan Qing, save me."
The demon god was also like that. He looked at the spirit of Buzhi flying towards Wangchuan in disbelief and froze completely.
At the same time, Yan Qing's low and cold voice came: "Demon God, there is no need for a new tripod. The Wangchuan Tripod has not been destroyed and has always existed in the world." The Demon God almost spit out those three words from between his teeth: "Wangchuan Tripod..."
Is this the Wangchuan Ding
The Forgotten Tripod still exists in the world??!
The Wangchuan Ding is actually in Yan Qing's hands? !
In a flash, the demon was furious, and almost like a madman, he wanted to seize the right to use Yan Qing's body to prevent Wangchuan from merging now. But this time, the soul thread in Yan Qing's hand directly penetrated into his body, into his meridians and Dantian.
Let Him feel the pain.
The demon collapsed and screamed: "Yan Qing, you lunatic! You lunatic!"
Yan Qing said softly: "I never understand why you think that merging your soul with mine is a good thing for you."
The demon god knew what Yan Qing was going to do almost instantly.
He just melted his eyes and poured all the strength he had gathered with great difficulty into this formation. It can be said that he now does not have any nightmare or strength at all.
The demon shouted his name almost tremblingly.
"Yan Qing..."
For Him, merging with Yan Qing is a win-win situation with no harm in it.
He can use Yan Qing's soul to avoid the restraint of Xiaoyu Palace, and at the same time secretly gather all his scattered power in the world. Even without Bai Xiaoxiao, he can create countless four hundred and eighty temples to achieve his goal.
Nightmare floats between heaven and earth. As long as Yan Qing is alive, it will one day gather all its strength.
Even if Yan Qing committed suicide, He would just return to heaven and earth and start all over again. A game where you can only win and not lose.
But now, the appearance of Wangchuan Ding let Him know Yan Qing’s real plan.
Yan Qing intends to use himself to restrain Him!!
Yan Qing looked at the sky quietly and said softly: "The combination of Wangchuan Ding and Wangchuan Spirit can collect all nightmares in the world in an instant. If you hadn't merged with me, you could have opened the seal directly and taken back all your power... But now, you can't do it."
Buzhi flew into the air, and after seeing the bead, he was in a daze for a long time. He stretched out his wings blankly, and the moment the tip of his bone wing touched the spirit of Wangchuan, a strange feeling surged from his heart.
It stretched out its wings and embraced it like the moon.
Yan Qing's voice was very calm: "By then, there will be no nightmares in the world, and you won't be able to find the power to devour, or anyone to control you. You can only stay like this, stay in my body, and watch this world with me, from desolation to destruction."
"Yan Qing!"
The demon's voice was sharp and crazy, and his anger and hatred were so thick that they seemed to tear through the sky.
Boom, boom, boom.
The altar was collapsing, and Yan Qing's soul thread had just destroyed his meridians and dantian.
Now he is covered in blood and has no ability to escape.
A streak of white appeared at the end of the Vast Ocean, and rouge-colored clouds stained the sky. I don't know if it was the sunset glow or the power of the Forgotten River.
Yan Qing said: "You are right. Nightmare is the evil in people's hearts, which cannot be eradicated. Love and hate are the seeds of evil thoughts. This is destined to make you immortal."
Yan Qing closed his eyes weakly and said, "Then... I will accompany you to immortality."
He comes to be the last demon...
He came to be the Redeemer.
This demonic nightmare chaos that has lasted for thousands of years is destined to never end, just like the endless desires in people's hearts. But the demon god greatly underestimated human nature. Not everyone's surging evil thoughts will condense into a nightmare. Because worldly love, hatred, gratitude and righteousness are all shackles that will bind the beast in the heart.
From now on, he will coexist with the demon. In this long and endless life, he will use his body as a cage to seal him forever.
—No death date.