What kind of person is Huai Mingzi? In his previous life, Yan Qing fought against him until death, but he never really saw through this old man who was like a rotten dead tree. Yan Qing had some premonitions from the words of the Phoenix Demon Seed of the Huichun Sect and the Lord of the Underworld City, but now he has completely confirmed that the Qin family used the Tinglan Secret Realm as an altar, and it turned out that the one who awakened was indeed Huai Mingzi's nightmare.
Yan Qing couldn't help but wonder in his heart - where on earth did Qin Changxi get the courage to think that he could control a nightmare at the peak of the Spirit Transformation Stage
The crisscrossing iron chains were like spider webs, tightly binding the nine sects' disciples. Huai Mingzi came back to life in Yin Wuwang's body, raised his head, and looked at a group of ant-like juniors in the Nascent Soul stage with his green eyes. He was not used to Yin Wuwang's body. After all, a mortal body was just a burden to a cultivator in the Spiritualization Stage.
However, it needed to parasitize in Yin Wuwang's sea of consciousness, so it was not destroyed, but chose to slowly learn to adapt.
Huai Mingzi slowly twisted his neck and said in a vague voice: "I didn't expect that it was someone from heaven who brought me back to life."
Memories of his previous life came to his mind bit by bit, and Huai Mingzi gritted his teeth and sneered. The fire in Shifang City seemed to still burn in his bones: he was first injured by Yan Qing's lover, and then his soul was crushed by Yan Qing's Weaving Girl Silk. In his rage, he activated the Scorching Yin Array at the cost of his soul, dragging Yan Qing and him to be buried together.
Huai Mingzi was stunned. Yes, he had died in Shifang City, and there was no possibility of resurrection. So what was he like now
Huai Mingzi looked down at the hand that had grown back on him, his expression changing in the dim light and shadow.
After seeing the pair of green eyes, the nine sect disciples stopped begging for mercy. Their eyes were filled with panic and despair. They couldn't believe it - Yin Wuwang was a demon species, he was actually a demon species!
And Huai Mingzi also spoke in a soft tone, with few words.
"I am actually a demon species?"
However, having cultivated to the peak of the Spirit Transformation Stage, his state of mind was no longer that of an ordinary person, and he accepted this matter calmly.
Huai Mingzi always regarded human life as worthless. Now that he had woken up, his evil thoughts spread to his limbs and bones. He thought of something, paused, and muttered strangely: "Sure enough, nightmare is not a curse from God, it is clearly a gift from God."
Thanks to the existence of nightmare, even if my soul is torn apart, I still have a chance to survive.
After saying this, his gaze once again fell on the people who were hanging high in the air.
Huai Mingzi was too lazy to talk nonsense to such a group of ants. A murderous intent flashed across his green eyes. He made a vague stroke of his fingers in the air, and used the wind as a medium to control the chains to twist and tighten the people little by little, making everyone's face turn blue and purple, and it seemed that they would suffocate to death in the next second.
Yan Qing pursed her lips, pulled a strand of hair and wrapped it around her fingertips, then stood in the shadow cast by the stone pillar at the entrance to the Bone Hall, choosing to wait and see what would happen, waiting until the critical moment to take action.
It is impossible that Huai Mingzi did not notice them, but Huai Mingzi was arrogant by nature and despised everything, so he simply ignored them.
Xie Shiyi concealed his abilities and acted indifferently, just like a spectator. Jing Ruchen was frightened and quietly raised his hand to cover his mouth, fearing that he would scream out.
Suddenly, a young man's cry interrupted everything. "Yin Wuwang? Is it you?" Two pink and white figures walked in from the other end of the entrance. They were Bai Xiaoxiao and Yan Lexin.
After the two of them arrived at Shura Road, they saw that there was no one around and were a little scared, so they followed the traces on the ground and came here. As soon as they entered the door, they saw Yin Wuwang standing alone at the edge of the swamp.
Because of what happened before, Bai Xiaoxiao now felt disgust and anger towards Yin Wuwang. When she thought about how this man had drugged her and tried to rape her, she couldn't help but curse him in her heart, thinking he was not only an ungrateful person, but also a lunatic.
"Yin Wuwang, what are you doing?" Bai Xiaoxiao asked the madman in a shrill voice.
Huai Mingzi didn't like to be interrupted when he was killing people, and he was rarely interrupted. But the moment he heard this voice, his hand that was controlling the iron chain slowly loosened.
This is not the reaction of the original owner of this body, but the reaction of the original owner of this body.
The voice of the pink-clothed boy was like the most poisonous insect poison, which easily aroused her desire, made her blood boil, her mind hazy and possessed.
If the person in this body was Yin Wuwang, he would just feel that he was under the influence of the phantom insect and couldn't help but have desires for Bai Xiaoxiao.
But the one in the body now is Huai Mingzi, a powerful man at the peak of the Spirit Transformation Stage, who has spent his entire life studying nightmares.
I am too familiar with this feeling.
… This is the feeling of being controlled by a nightmare. No reason, no thinking; losing myself, regardless of everything.
"Hmm?" Huai Mingzi licked his lips and turned his head: "Interesting."
The emerald green eyes matched with the red lotus between the eyebrows, exuding an evil spirit, like a ghost.
Bai Xiaoxiao was a little surprised when she heard the strange voice, but when she turned around, she was completely scared and screamed, "Ahhh!" Yan Lexin immediately hugged her, "Xiaoxiao." But when Yan Lexin saw Yin Wuwang's green eyes, her pupils immediately shrank, and she and Bai Xiaoxiao were shocked and froze in place.
—Demon seed?! Yin Wuwang is a demon seed?!
Huai Mingzi was not interested in Yan Lexin, but was very interested in Bai Xiaoxiao. He made a vague move in the air, and in an instant, an invisible force pulled Bai Xiaoxiao to him. Yan Lexin was knocked back to the ground, and Bai Xiaoxiao screamed and was forced to kneel at Huai Mingzi's feet. His rabbit-like eyes were red and swollen, tears filled his eyes, and he was trembling all over, sobbing as he spoke: "No, Yin Wuwang, you can't do this to me... Yin Wuwang..."
Huai Mingzi squatted down, holding Bai Xiaoxiao's chin tightly with his old hand, and asked her to look up at him. The pressure from the Spiritualization Stage was impenetrable. Bai Xiaoxiao had never faced such a strong man before, and was so scared that she almost fainted. When she looked into those green eyes, her brain went blank and she just wanted to faint.
Huai Mingzi's voice was kind: "Good boy, I'm dizzy, answer a few questions for me first."
Bai Xiaoxiao was so scared that she didn't dare to think about anything and just stood there motionless with tears in her eyes.
Huai Mingzi asked: "Where were you born?"
Bai Xiaoxiao was stunned. She had never thought about the question of being asked.
Where were you born
Bai Xiaoxiao's lips trembled: "I don't know."
I have been in Huichun Sect since I can remember. Yan Jianshui is my fiancé and treats me in many ways. The sect also spoils me. If it weren't for Yan Qing, if it weren't for that incident, I might never come to Nanzezhou in my life.
Huai Mingzi expected this and continued, "Then do you know that you are now at the peak of the Void Realm?"
Bai Xiaoxiao was stunned: "W-what?"
Peak of the Void Stage? How could it be possible that he was at the peak of the Void Stage?!
Huai Mingzi said: "You have inherited all the cultivation of a person. How bizarre! I have never seen such a thing as inheritance of cultivation in the world of cultivation."
If cultivation could be inherited, then the world of cultivation would not be so fanatical in pursuing so-called geniuses.
People like Tianshu Hengbai, when they saw Bai Xiaoxiao, thought that he had simply inherited Zixiao's skills.
But Huai Mingzi had reached the peak of the Spiritualization Stage, and he could tell at a glance that Bai Xiaoxiao had not only the skills and techniques, but also the peak cultivation of the Void Stage that could only be cultivated over thousands of years.
But the young man’s dantian is too weak now and cannot bear it.
Once he entered the innate realm of the Mahayana period, his Dantian would be completely renewed, and he would probably ascend directly to the half-step transformation of the spirit. If this news were to be released, I'm afraid the Nine Heavens would be alarmed.
Huai Mingzi suddenly looked silent.
Huai Mingzi said: "Good boy, tell me what happened at that time."
The pressure from the Spirit Transformation Stage was like a tide, drowning her in waves, and Bai Xiaoxiao felt terrified.
The fear of drowning in the deep sea, with nothing to hold onto. The last time he experienced this kind of despair of being on the verge of death was when he knelt in front of Taohua Valley and faced Xie Yingshi.
Huai Mingzi: "From whom did you get these skills?"
Bai Xiaoxiao couldn't help but shed tears. She looked at the completely unfamiliar Yin Wuwang and cried in a trembling voice: "Zixiao, yes, it's Zixiao."
"I saved Zixiao, but I don't know what happened at that time. Let me think about it, I'll think about it..."
"You gave me the Luo Lin flower, but I couldn't use it, so I gave it to Zi Xiao. The branches of the Luo Lin flower are full of thorns, and my hand was scratched by the thorns at that time. The thorns hurt me a lot."
"Zixiao didn't recover after eating the Luo Lin flower and was about to die, so he gave me the token." Speaking of the token, a trace of anger and hatred flashed across Bai Xiaoxiao's eyes. If he had time, he really wanted to exaggerate Yan Qing's evil deeds, but "Yin Wuwang" obviously didn't give him this opportunity.
"Then what."
Bai Xiaoxiao came back to his senses, looking panicked: "Then I accepted the token, and Zixiao died completely. After he died..." Bai Xiaoxiao thought of something, and fear appeared in his eyes: "Yes! After he died, his body was immediately rotten by the water of the Nether Pond, and a black thing, a black worm, a black worm crawled onto me!"
Bai Xiaoxiao had been reluctant to recall the time she spent with Zixiao, because that last scene was a nightmare deep in her memory. Her hand was still scratched by Luo Lin's thorns, and she was holding the wound, but the blood just wouldn't stop flowing. The black thing was hoarse and ferocious as it pounced on her, and it pounced on her, as if it wanted to find a hole to get into her body.
Bai Xiaoxiao closed her lips tightly, but those things soon found another way. They flowed into her ears, into her eye sockets, and into her nose.
So disgusting.
Bai Xiaoxiao is still shaking as she recalls what happened that day. To him at that time, Youlao was a forbidden place for the Huichun Sect, so it was normal for all kinds of strange insects to live in the water, so he didn't suspect anything.
But now that I think about it carefully, I realize that the black thing is not a bug! It is not in the water! It came out of Zixiao! It just flowed into his body through his ears, eyes and nose.
"Yes, the black stuff, the black stuff flowed into my body." Bai Xiaoxiao sat on the ground in a daze, and finally said this sentence.
After explaining the cause and effect of the incident clearly.
Huai Mingzi showed an expression that showed it was just as expected.
"It's amazing." Huai Mingzi said, "It's amazing, hahahaha."
He couldn't help but cried out hoarsely, his emerald green eyes were full of arrogance and despicableness, and now he looked at Bai Xiaoxiao with a kind of crazy fanaticism.
So that's how it is. That cultivator at the peak of the Void Stage was actually a demon. After his death, the nightmare in his body was absorbed by this young man, and the young man naturally inherited all of his cultivation.
"It's really true that after searching for a long time, I finally found it. Little boy, how about you accept me as your master?"
If this child is given a chance to grow, his future will be immeasurable. Of course, what I am more interested in is not his future, but his physique.
—Able to integrate the physique of the Living Nightmare.
—A physique that can bewitch people.
Bai Xiaoxiao's mind went blank. She looked at him in disbelief, her fingers tightly grasping her sleeves, and said nothing.
Huai Mingzi said: "If you accept me as your master, I will not kill you."
Huai Mingzi smiled: "How is it?"
But before Bai Xiaoxiao could reply, someone answered for her with a whisper.
"Not very good." The voice belonged to a young boy, who spoke in a clear voice but with a lazy tone.
Huai Mingzi's wild joy at meeting a genius like Bai Xiaoxiao was poured cold water on and extinguished by this man's voice.
His whole body was stiff. At this moment, both he and the original owner were stunned.
A person in blue and white robes slowly walked out of the shadows in front of him. He was dressed like a disciple of the Forget Love Sect, with a graceful figure, dark white skin, and a pair of peach blossom eyes that seemed to be full of affection before he spoke.
Huai Mingzi half-knelt on the ground, slowly raised his head and looked at Yan Qing.
His gaze was icy cold, as if piercing through a hundred years of time.
Two emotions were surging in my body.
The first is hatred that belongs to the inner world.
This kind of hatred seemed to have become an instinctive reaction, suppressed in the bone marrow, making him want to tear this man into pieces day and night.
I hate being disobeyed, I hate being threatened, I hate variables that are beyond my control.
He hated the fact that Yan Qing, this ignorant young man, was on an equal footing with him in Shifang City. He hated it so much that he wished he could trample Yan Qing's dignity and youthful vigor into the dirt!
The second type is Yin Wuwang’s.
Perhaps this scene was too familiar, awakening the original body's hazy memory. He remembered a moonlit night in the Huichun Sect Valley, when Yan Qing, dressed in white, stole Luo Linhua from the medicine shop and ran over under the stars.
Yan Qing was only obsessed with her appearance, but she still put in enough effort on the surface. After she sent Luo Linhua to her, and no matter how she acted coquettishly and begged for sex, it was useless, she whispered maliciously: "Yin Wuwang, I have done this for you, and you won't even look at me? You like that bitch Bai Xiaoxiao so much. Yin Wuwang, look at me. If you don't look at me, believe it or not, I will kill that bitch Bai Xiaoxiao tonight."
At that time, because of his status as a supporter, he had nothing but disdain for Yan Qing. He took the Luo Lin flower from Yan Qing's hand and looked up at her with an impatient look. After she left, he passed it to Bai Xiaoxiao.
Now, separated by time, the two scenes merge.
He struggled to squeeze out a trace of consciousness and looked over.
The Luolin flower blooms once every hundred years, and beneath the pure white flowers are densely packed with hideous thorns.
Just like the bright moon that night, Yan Qing in white, and the twists and turns and bloody ending of fate today.