Bu Dezhi was sleeping soundly in the mustard seed space when he was suddenly dragged out by Yan Qing.
"Why did you call me out?" It was leisurely, yawning. Before its big red eyes could see the situation around it, it was immediately blown away by the icy wind.
"?!" Buzhi was blown over and over again.
"Yan Qing, what are you doing!" It was horrified, dizzy and turned around, flapping its wings desperately to ensure that it would not be blown away by the wind: "What's going on outside!"
Yan Qing didn't have time to say anything to it. He pointed at the nightmare condensed by Huai Mingzi and said, "If you are not successful, swallow them. Otherwise, you and I will die today."
Unsuccessful: “???”
Yan Qing's expression and tone were too serious, which made the frustrated little Zang also feel nervous. He looked forward fearfully in the wind and snow, and saw a black object twisted in the air. It was strange, cold, and powerful.
Unable to accept his success, he trembled and said, "You, you, you, you want me to swallow this thing?"
Yan Qing: “Yeah.”
Frustrated, he quietly hid in his sleeve.
Yan Qing pulled out its wings.
Bu Zhi cried and screamed, struggling desperately: "No, it almost swallowed me! You are trying to kill me! If we can't defeat it, we can just run away, why are we so impulsive!"
Yan Qing said calmly: "You can't run away."
Buzhi Wing held Yan Qing's arm and cried, "You can't run away, but I can. I will live with your last wish."
Yan Qing knew that it was afraid of death, so he didn't continue to talk to it. He walked to the middle, and his eyes were completely on Xie Shiyi.
Although Bu Zhi said he was a coward, when he really followed Yan Qing into the storm, he swallowed his saliva, forced himself to stand up, and faced Huai Mingzi.
Frustrated: "What do you want me to do?"
Yan Qing: "Bet your life, and also my life."
The moment he finished speaking, Yan Qing raised his hand and took out a cigarette. He closed his eyes and opened them again, his pupils turned a little red.
The black hair was wrapped around the fingertips, and a steady stream of spiritual energy flowed into it. Finally, it pierced through the wind, snow and fire, and firmly bound the hideous black liquid!
The nightmare screamed hoarsely, being tightly trapped by the soul thread, falling from the air and twisting on the ground. It changed into various shapes, trying to escape from the web woven by the soul thread bit by bit.
Buzhi was so frightened when Yan Qing let go of his wings that he almost fell from the sky. But he was still afraid of death, so he flapped his wings, gritted his teeth, and jumped into the food at the risk of certain death.
"Wooah, I'm going to fight you."
It wrestled with the bunch of nightmares and bit them.
After Yan Qing subdued Huai Mingzi's nightmare, he could no longer suppress his anxiety and ran over. Huai Mingzi dragged him to be buried with him and destroyed the entire Fangcheng, which showed the horror of the Scorching Fire Mysterious Yin Formation. If Xie Shiyi wanted to break the formation, the price he paid would not be light.
The whole hall was covered with ice and snow. When the smoke cleared, Yan Qing saw Xie Shiyi half-kneeling on the scorched earth in a red dress. He walked over in panic: "Xie Shiyi, what's wrong with you?"
Xie Shiyi wiped the blood from his lips casually and said calmly, "It's okay."
Yan Qing laughed angrily: "Nothing? How can it be okay? I was burned to death by the Blazing Fire Mysterious Yin Formation in my previous life, how could I not know how powerful it is." Yan Qing was suddenly stunned: "You are bleeding?!"
Xie Shiyi was wearing a red dress, so the blood was not obvious, but Yan Qing was still keen enough to notice it. He held Xie Shiyi's hand and found that the veins on his palm were stained red with blood, and his fingertips were strangely cold.
Yan Qing’s face turned pale.
Xie Shiyi looked at him quietly for a while before saying softly, "I don't want to let myself die."
Yan Qing suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing like lightning: "You used Liuli blood, right?"
Xie Shiyi didn't say anything.
Yan Qing's teeth chattered and he laughed at himself, but said nothing else. He helped Xie Shiyi to sit down beside the main beam of the White Bone Hall.
Jing Ruchen came over in a panic, his clear eyes full of anxiety: "Yanqing, are you injured? Is it serious?"
"It's okay." Yan Qing smiled and said to her, "Go and pull down the iron chain under the Qilin statue in the south."
Jing Ruchen: “Ah?” But she had stayed beside Yan Qing since she entered the secret realm, and nodded obediently: “Oh, sure. I’ll go right away.”
Yan Qing looked at Xie Shiyi again. The red in his eyes had not yet faded. He was silent for a long time, then smiled tiredly and said, "Xie Shiyi, I always thought that everything had not yet begun. I didn't expect you to have come this far. Destroy Wuqing, shatter Liuli..."
He destroyed Wuqing and shattered Liuli, rebelled against the sect, and wandered around.
Finally died in the vast sea of delusion.
Yan Qing's voice was trembling: "What's the next step, Xie Shiyi, what are you going to do next?"
Xie Shiyi leaned against the stone pillar, his black hair winding like flowing water, his face as white as snow, but his lips were red. Even at this time, Xie Shiyi did not feel a bit fragile, he just raised his head slightly, looked at Yan Qing quietly, and asked softly: "What should I do next, shouldn't you know it best?"
Yan Qing was stunned and didn't have time to react.
Xie Shiyi suddenly became expressionless, leaned down, and lifted Yan Qing's chin with his cold and slender fingers, forcing him to have no chance to escape and to look into their eyes.
Yan Qing half-knelt on the ground, his back stiff, looking into those dark eyes, slightly dazed.
Xie Shiyi's eyes were very beautiful, like glass beads immersed in water. He lived in the snowy Xiaoyu Palace all year round, and the coldness seeped into every strand of hair and every part of his clothes, as if every look and movement carried some cold divinity.
Now the divinity has been stripped away, revealing the most essential emotions.
The crazier he is, the calmer he becomes. Xie Shiyi has a blank expression on his face, but dark clouds are surging in the depths of his eyes.
After a while, he smiled softly.
"Yan Qing, what is the reason for my ruthless destruction and the shattering of Liuli? Don't you really know?"
... Does he really not know
Yan Qing pursed his lips and said nothing. Every time he chatted with Xie Shiyi, he felt the feeling of being stung by a bug in his intestines, but this moment it was not just a sting. It was a bug that was slowly hatching inside his intestines, as if it was coming to life—living and feeding on his blood, gnawing at him until there was nothing left.
But he couldn't stop it.
Those bloody memories that were sealed deep in his mind and that he dared not even touch, emerged like a tide and drowned him.
Yan Qing's face was completely pale. As soon as he closed his eyes, he began to walk those four steps, over and over again, on an endless bloody road.
Xie Shiyi's tone was light but serious, as if he was recalling something, and he whispered: "When you fell into the Cangwang Sea, you wanted to kill me. Your eyes turned green, and your fingers grasped my neck, like this."
He narrated quietly, loosened the hand that was holding Yan Qing's wrist, and slowly moved it upwards, with his cold fingers pressing against Yan Qing's neck.
Yan Qing's confused thoughts suddenly became clear. Because of his words, her mind went blank with a "boom", and she squatted in front of him motionlessly.
… What is Xie Shiyi talking about? !
The countless streams of icy light in the hall passed through Xie Shiyi's eyebrows and eyes, leaving a cold jade-like brilliance. His fingertips rubbed Yan Qing's Adam's apple affectionately, feeling it trembling.
The warm blood reached his palm through a layer of skin.
Xie Shiyi whispered, "When I was a child, I met an old man who spent a year teaching me the cunning and insidiousness of nightmares. He was very kind to me, risking his life to act in front of me, and his acting was flawless, but fake is fake. When he was fleeing with my back on him, I killed him from behind."
"When you carried me on your back at the bottom of the Cangwang Sea, I thought about killing you in the same way, but I gave up... I should have known at that time that I couldn't cultivate ruthlessness."
"Fortunately, I didn't do it..."
Otherwise it would be more than just heartless and broken.
"You probably don't have this memory."
"If only it were a little later."
Xie Shiyi said this softly and then fell silent again, smiling faintly, his eyes full of irony. He hated making assumptions in his life, but at this moment he really regretted that his departure was too hasty.
If the separation had not been so hasty, how could there have been a misunderstanding of the past two hundred years? Even if there had been a little more time, the two of them would have been unable to come to terms with it.
But no one expected that a misunderstanding would mean a farewell of a hundred years. The Upper Heaven and the Demon Realm are separated by the entire human world.
Yan Qing's entire soul was cold, his fingers were shaking violently, and the blood color in his pupils was fading instead of diminishing. The last meaningful words of the Demon God in the Mirage Dragon Palace revealed the coldest truth to him at this moment.
—Yan Qing, guess what kind of person I am parasitizing
—A person who is wavering and has evil thoughts.
—If you really never waver, how could you be possessed by me
He was really too conceited, conceited in his own strong character. Even when he was at his most conceited, he never gave the devil a chance to take advantage of him. So he never thought that there would be a moment when he was really possessed by the devil!
Xie Shiyi's fingers moved from his neck to Yan Qing's shoulders. He felt a sharp pain and his face suddenly turned pale, and his body leaned forward.
Yan Qing subconsciously supported him: "Xie Shiyi."
Xie Shiyi's fingers dropped from his shoulders and hugged his waist. The two of them embraced each other in the snow in an extremely intimate posture.
This scene was like reincarnation, returning to the Mirage Dragon Palace where heavy snow was falling.
In the quiet hall, the wind and snow were silent, the scorching fire was silent, all the noise and killing seemed silent, his hair intertwined, and the breath of snow surrounded him.
Yan Qing heard Xie Shiyi say, "I'm sorry."
Yan Qing closed his eyes, his eye sockets aching, and the worm in his body completely broke out of its shell.
Xie Shiyi's breath fell beside his ears, damp and slightly cold.
Only now did he understand that when Xie Shiyi woke up in the Cangwang Sea and asked him the first question, she buried her head in his neck and really cried. The tears mixed with the sea water and seeped into his skin.
He has all kinds of emotions, including anger, laughter, regret and sadness.
The angry demon is unscrupulous and cunning;
I laughed at myself for shutting myself off and feeling sorry for myself at that time;
Regret for missing these two hundred years;
It’s sad about the current situation.
But now, there is no time to explain the grudges of the past to them. Every time it is so hasty, no matter whether it is a misunderstanding or the truth.
Yan Qing forced a smile and said, "Yaoyao, let's go outside and talk about this."
Xie Shiyi was silent for a long time, then said, "Okay."
Boom.
"Yan Qing, I succeeded!" Jing Ruchen walked to the south, looked left and right, and after a long time she finally found a chain that could be loosened. She had no spiritual power and could only use her hands.
Only bones were left of Jing Ruchen's legs, so he couldn't exert much strength.
When she finally pulled the chain off, she was sweating all over her forehead. But when the chain rolled down, she was still very happy, and her white dress swirled in the hall, like twin flowers in full bloom.
"Yan Qing—" Her eyes were full of joy, and she just looked at Yan Qing, and before she could ask for credit, a folding fan suddenly flew towards her like a dart, carrying tremendous anger and fear.
Qin Changxi was so scared that he was going crazy. He was afraid of being affected by Huai Mingzi's self-explosion and wanted to leave Tinglan Secret Realm immediately. Unexpectedly, as soon as he left, sky fire suddenly fell like a meteor.
The fire came with great force, breaking through the sky and falling down. When it burned his hair, he wanted to use his spiritual power to extinguish it, but he found that his dantian was suppressed by an absolutely powerful divine breath, and he could not use any spells.
Qin Changxi, with Yan Qing's soul thread still wrapped around his neck, ran back like crazy, leaned against the wall and laughed loudly, tears flowing into his hair.
"The mirror is like jade, hahahaha, the mirror is like jade!"
“Hahahaha Jing, Ru, Yu!” Jing, Ru, Yu, that madman! That madman!
It turns out Jing Ruyu had no intention of letting anyone go!
His entire sanity was in a state of collapse. When he came back, he saw Huai Mingzi's nightmare fighting with a bat. To the south, a young woman in a white dress was trying to activate the mechanism of the Bone Hall.
Qin Changxi's eyes suddenly widened. He couldn't let her open it - if she did, the fire would burn right in. Although now they could only wait to die here.
"Get out of my way!" But he would rather die later.
The end of Qin Changxi's folding fan was stained with sparks of the Red Spirit Sky Fire. When the fan was about to approach Jing Ruchen, it was suddenly tied up with an iron chain and then thrown away.
Someone dressed in black came running over from outside and shouted anxiously, "Miss!"
Jing Ruchen stood there, looking up blankly, and said softly: "Fei Yu..."
But the sparks from the fan still fell on the hem of her skirt.
Fei Yu was horrified, his eyes were red with anger: "Miss!"
Jing Ruchen's white dress was initially stained with just a little red spark, and then there was a crackling sound, and that little spark ignited, lighting up her white dress and revealing her lonely white bones.
She was quiet and motionless in the fire, without any fear or terror. She just stared blankly at the pure white flame. Her pupils reflected the quiet and peaceful Hall of Bones, but also the magnificent Xuanji Hall.
At this moment, Jing Ruchen heard a cold and distant voice.
"Mirror is like dust, break that mirror."
Jing Ruchen raised her head stiffly and saw Xie Shiyi in the corner of the hall. He had almost recovered and stood up. He stood in the wind and snow, raised his eyes and looked at her indifferently.
"I… "
She seemed to be bewitched, and the twin mirrors clenched in her hands fell to the ground.
Bang! The mirror fell from the sea of fire, making a crisp shattering sound.
In the cracked lenses, she saw her ugly scars, Feiyu's anxious eyes, and Xie Shiyi's cold gaze at the end of the cold hall. It was like the eternal shadow of the upper heaven, silently covering the nine sects and three gates.
She also saw the young man in the fire with tears in his eyes. After surviving the disaster, he rushed towards her in tears of joy.
"Sister, we are saved!"
Also rushing over was the beam of the house that was falling with a burst of fire from the sky.
Xuanji Palace, Xuanji fire.