Yan Jin is a very tough person.
He didn't collapse when he was bullied in every way as a child, he didn't collapse when he faced countless monsters and monsters alone, and he didn't even collapse when he was forced to go into the wasteland to become a demon again after his spiritual roots were cut off.
The only moment when Yan Jin broke down was when Song Ming lay down at his feet, covered in blood, and told him all the truth.
At that time, Qing Yunzong had been tossed by Song Ming to the point of being empty, and Yan Jin effortlessly destroyed the sect that had humiliated him so much, leaving only Song Ming, struggling to death at his feet.
Song Ming felt killing intent from Yan Jin. He was trembling all over, blood gurgled from the wound, embarrassed and ridiculous, but he couldn't escape, and in front of Yan Jin, he was vulnerable.
However he was not reconciled.
He looked at Yan Jin. Fear, pain, hatred and unwillingness were mixed together, making him look extremely ferocious. He smiled strangely. This smile revealed a hint of mockery, and he coughed up blood and fell to the ground. , he said in a hoarse voice: "Yan Jin, do you still remember who you killed?"
Yan Jin didn't answer, and looked down at Song Ming casually, condescendingly, as if he was looking at a worthless ant, and there was no emotion in the dark red eyes.
After being enchanted, Yan Jin's hands were stained with too much blood. There were demons and ghosts, and there were immortals and cultivators. There were countless people. If there was anything I remembered, it should be...
his master.
The master who directly caused him to look like he is now.
The one who broke his spiritual roots and destroyed all his hopes.
— No, that person is not worthy of being his master at all! His master shouldn't be like this!
Yan Jin's eyes deepened with redness. When he was brought back by Song Ming from the edge of the wasteland, he was severely infected by demonic energy, and his memory was chaotic for a long time. It was not until he became demonic that he gradually regained his memory and completely recalled the hug he once hugged. his people.
See you soon.
Where has his birthday gone? Why is his age gone...
He has searched for so long, searched so many places, and asked so many people, but where did he go
Sui Jian is so powerful, he can survive in the wasteland, and Sui Jian will certainly be able to—
"I'm afraid you don't know, Shen Zhixian once went out to practice under the name of Sui Jian, and when he came back, his life was gone - oh, it's not dead, after all, the half-magic took his home, at least he lived for him for a few more years."
"I heard that you have been looking for someone in recent years, but I don't know if this Sui Jian you are looking for has anything to do with Shen Zhixian, hahahahaha-"
With a flash of sword light, Song Ming let out a sharp scream and rolled on the ground covering the bloody wound on his shoulder. A section of his arm was slashed and flew not far away, wrapped in a cloud of black air, and soon there were only a few pieces of white bones left. .
Blood almost dripped from Yan Jin's eyes, the hand holding the long sword trembled slightly because it was too hard, a cold killing intent emerged from him, almost shattering Song Ming into ice slag: "What did you say? ?"
"Ha, ha ha..." The blood couldn't stop at all, and Song Ming felt that his life was about to end, so he didn't care about anything, he just covered the wound and gasped, laughing like revenge, "Yan Jin, you You have become a Demon Lord, you are powerful, you killed Shen Zhixian, you killed Suijian—hahahahaha—”
The malicious laughter stopped abruptly. Song Ming couldn't see how Yan Jin's sword was swung at all. He only felt that the whole person suddenly became light and fluttering, floating in the air like fog, surrounded by blood, and a gust of wind blew. After that, his consciousness drifted away.
After working hard all his life, with countless lives of his master and his younger brother on his hands, Song Ming's final end was nothing but ashes.
However, once the thin paper that hides the truth is pierced through a small hole, the rest cannot be hidden for long.
"You're going to kill me? You'll regret it..."
"You killed him... you're going to kill him..."
The words Shen Zhixian said before his death suddenly popped into his mind, Yan Jin's pupils shrank suddenly, the whole person was like falling into an ice cellar, and even every breath he breathed was saturated with pain and despair.
- Yan Jin is crazy.
The Qingyun Sect was in ruins. Yan Jin was digging the soil with his bare hands in the place that belonged to the forbidden room. His fingers were dripping with blood. He didn't even look at the long sword beside him. Turned over under the inconspicuous stone to the corner of the broken jacket.
The jacket was no bigger than a palm, soaked with blood. Because it had been too long, the blood stains had turned dark brown, and the entire jacket was dry and hard.
Yan Jin knelt in front of the broken wall, holding the corner of the clothes with a faint breath of Shen Zhixian, and stared at it for a while, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood vomited out, which landed on the corner of the clothes.
How could the flimsy corner of the clothes withstand a mouthful of blood from the Demon Venerable, and silently melted into Yan Jin's blood, drop by drop, dripping between Yan Jin's fingers, leaving not a single thought behind he.
…
The Demon Lord Yan Jin who came from the wasteland is raging in the entire immortal world like crazy. He seems to have completely lost his sense. Whether it is monsters, ghosts, or immortals of various sects, as long as he runs into Yan Jin, he will become him. The dead under the sword.
For a while, the world of immortals was in chaos. Immortals were struggling to kill all kinds of demons that escaped from the wasteland, and at the same time they had to beware of when Yan Jin would suddenly appear again. It was really miserable.
The Immortal Cultivation World ushered in the second catastrophe. The first time was the turmoil of thousands of demons and demons thousands of years ago. At that time, there were still several powerful people who suppressed the demons and drove the demons to the wasteland. This time, The world of immortals has been stable for too long, and no one can suppress Yan Jinyi or two.
This situation lasted for nearly a year, and the entire immortal cultivation world was almost destroyed.
Until Yan Jin finally found the city of immortality.
- It is rumored that there is a soul-recovery grass in the city of undead, which can go back to time and cultivate the soul.
- This is Yan Jin's last hope.
The embarrassed man carefully held an ever-bright lantern, there was no candle in the lamp, only a broken bone, wrapped in a hazy light, vaguely looking at a figure.
It's just that this figure is weak and thin, as if the wind will blow away.
"Sui Jian, don't be afraid, I found you... I will find you back." The man murmured in a low voice, with despair in his voice.
The city of undead originally existed to protect the seal and prohibition of the wasteland. After the seal and prohibition of the wasteland was completely broken, this mysterious city of undead was quietly hidden by the city owner Si Fei. It was also extremely difficult for Yan Jin to find this place. place.
The Soul Recalling Grass is also a very important existence to the Undead City, but Si Fei didn't know what to think, so she didn't stop her, so she handed over the Soul Recalling Grass.
After Yan Jin left, all the flowers around him withered away. Si Fei covered her lips and coughed a few times, coughing out two mouthfuls of blood.
He threw away the blood-stained handkerchief with little care, and the handkerchief caught fire in mid-air, burned to ashes, and dissipated with the wind.
The bald monk turned out of the shadows and looked at the young man in red clothed worriedly: "Without the soul-recovery grass, can you still hold down the Forgotten Flower?"
"If I don't give it to the soul grass, the first thing I can't hold back is the killing god." Si Fei said, "Did you hear what he just said?"
The bald monk was silent, and the scene just now flashed before his eyes.
"If only one person dies, are you going to take the whole world to bury him?" The boy in red clothes asked calmly, standing among the flowers.
Yan Jin's expression is calmer than the boy's, but there is a ruthlessness in this calmness: "Why not?"
The invisible murderous aura made Yan Jin's whole body wither and wither, and the bald monk shuddered: "I can't hold back..."
He talked for a while, then suddenly sighed, and there was a hint of melancholy in his half-squinted eyes: "In my life, I have calculated three big hexagrams in total."
The first hexagram is for Yan Jin.
When the bald monk first met Yan Jin, he was a newborn child. At that time, the bald monk was also young and vigorous, and did not know how to restrain himself. It happened that he saw Xiao Yanjin when he was passing by and caught a glimpse of his face.
This hexagram ruined a newborn innocent child.
The second hexagram refers to Sect Master Wen of Qingyun Sect.
He met Sect Master Wen during his training and was considered a close friend. On a whim, he calculated a hexagram for Sect Master Wen, and the result was shocking—it was a hexagram indicating death.
This hexagram failed to hide Sect Master Wen, and Sect Master Wen also failed to escape the fate indicated by this hexagram. In the dead of night, the bald monk sometimes thinks that if he hadn't calculated this hexagram, Sect Master Wen might not have handed over everything to his apprentice so calmly, but instead ignored himself and suffered a calculation, and he would not be able to die in peace.
This hexagram ruined his only best friend.
"The third hexagram..." The bald monk sighed heavily, "It shouldn't be, it shouldn't. When Yan Jin fell into a demon, he calculated another hexagram for him."
After the calculation of the third hexagram, he passed the number of Yan Jin's natural disaster star will endanger the world's fate. His original intention was to let all the immortals join forces to suppress Yan Jin and all the demons in the wasteland, but who would have thought that the natural demon body So powerful, and the immortals are not as united as he imagined, Yan Jin has been killing all the way, and he is completely unrepressed.
With this hexagram, he destroyed the entire world of immortality.
— No, maybe there is help.
The bald monk took a deep breath, and took out from his arms a long-idle natal weapon—a thick stack of fate paper.
…
Everyone in the Immortal Cultivation World discovered that the terrifying big devil suddenly disappeared, and suddenly disappeared without any precautions.
No one knew where he went, and no one knew whether he was alive or dead. While rebuilding the sect, the cultivators looked at each other in dismay - the big devil was cleaned up
No, it doesn't.
It's just that the person who can hold down the big devil "lives".
Sui Jian's current situation is actually not a return to life. He was only able to consolidate the incomplete soul a little under the effect of the Soul Tracing Grass.
His bones were long gone. After Yan Jin left, Song Ming quietly returned and set the whole secret room on fire.
Yan Jin turned over the ruins of Qingyunzong, only to find a broken bone the size of a finger.
With trembling hands, he cherished the broken bones in his heart, feeling the familiar breath that was so weak that it almost burst open in pain.
Afterwards, Yan Jin spent countless thoughts and didn't know how long it took to use up all his spiritual power to create a body for Sui Jian.
The broken bone was wrapped by Yan Jin's top-quality spiritual jade, tied with a red rope, and hung around Suijian's neck, which was considered to hold this body fabricated by spiritual power.
Sui Jian's soul is incomplete, and when he wakes up, his whole person is ignorant, not to mention that he has no memory of his life. At this time, he is like a newborn baby, his eyes are clear and bright, full of confusion.
When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Yan Jin. Yan Jin's gaze was scorching hot, but not malicious, Sui Jian looked at him and blinked.
Then he saw the man in front of him suddenly blushing, hot tears sliding down his cheeks and dripping on the back of his hands, causing him to shrink slightly, instinctively, and let out a low voice.
This sound awakened Yan Jin, Yan Jin held up his completely weak hand, dropped a hot kiss on the back of the white hand, and called out in a choked voice, "See you again."
"I finally found you."
Because of Sui Jian's health, Yan Jin did not take him back to the wasteland. The environment there was too bad for Sui Jian to live in. Yan Jin found another place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, built a house with his own hands, and lived with Sui Jian. in.
After Sui Jian Chu woke up for a long time, he was very fragile, and he was in a drowsy many times. The fatigue caused by the lack of soul made him unable to stay awake for a long time.
Yan Jin looked for elixir that was beneficial to the soul from all over the place, or refined it into pills, or ground it into elixir juice. His soul is more solid.
He wanted to use the Soul Recalling Grass, but the Soul Recalling Grass was still immature and the effect was not obvious, so Yan Jin could only keep it.
Soul-seeking grass is a sacred grass left over from ancient times. It is always more difficult to raise. Si Fei explained to Yan Jin when he gave the grass. Soul-seeking grass should be nourished with blood from the heart. Whoever uses it will use whose blood to nourish it, and if someone else's blood is to be used, the amount must be doubled.
However, Sui Jian has a soul, where is there any heart blood, not to mention that it is very painful to get heart blood. Even if there is, Yan Jin is not willing to let Sui Jian suffer, so he quietly raises it by himself.
I don't know how long it has passed, but Sui Jian's situation has gotten better. He can wake up for several hours every day. Those who couldn't move in the past can only be held by Yan Jin. At this time, they can walk for a while with Yan Jin's support Way to go.
Probably because the first person I saw when I woke up was Yan Jin, or maybe it was the subconscious left in the depths of my soul, Suijian was very dependent on Yan Jin.
This kind of dependence is not enough to stick to Yan Jin all the time, but sometimes Suijian is in a daze for a long time, and suddenly he has to turn his head to look at Yan Jin, and when he sees the other party is still by his side, he will smile and be satisfied. Nestled into his arms and continued to be in a daze.
Yan Jin cherished him in his arms as if he was holding a rare treasure.
There are still some monsters in the wasteland. It's not that they stayed there voluntarily, mainly because they were afraid of being beaten by Yan Jin. These demons, ghosts, and monsters have been suppressed in the wasteland for thousands of years, and their minds for doing things have been worn down. Yan Jin violently subdued them, but he also made them all willingly respect Yan Jin as the master and call him "honor".
There are a few little monsters who don't look so hideous and live near the residence of Yan Jin and the two of them, for Yan Jin to drive.
When there is nothing to do, the little monsters will diligently plan around to plant flowers, dig ponds and raise fish, trying to make the surrounding environment more interesting, in exchange for a smile.
Here, Sui Jian smiled, that is a great good thing!
Although I don't know what happened to the man in white with the name Suijian, but the respect for Suijian really has a lot of experience, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is more important than his own life. Hold it in your hand for fear of falling, and hold it in your mouth for fear of melting.
As long as the new year smiles, Zun Shang's mood will become very good, and he will also slightly restrain his momentum towards these little monsters - God knows, how shivering they live under the pressure of Yan Jin every day!
They can't wait to laugh every day and every time, and it's better to laugh so much that they forget to trouble them from now on - well, what did those people say in the words book
** The day is high, and the king does not go to court early.
They don't understand what Zaochao is, but they understand the first half of the sentence. After all, no matter how small they look, they are also thousands of years old monsters. They understand everything they should know. They don't seek respect. Don't look for them to fight, and don't look for them to trouble.
So a few fluffy monsters jumped up and down every day, just to make Sui smile, which made this quiet day a little more fun.
The sun rises and the moon sets, spring, summer, autumn and winter, just like this, a long time has passed.
Over the years, Sui Jian has been carefully taken care of by Yan Jin, and has been well-raised. The spirit pills are fed with spirit medicine and soaked in them. After all, they look like ordinary people.
Yan Jin slightly relieved himself, and sometimes went out to find more elixir. He didn't dare to leave for too long. He usually went out during the day and came back before sunset. Suijian was extremely insecure at night, and he could never leave one step.
This morning, Sui Jian woke up from a hazy sleep, and Yan Jin hugged him and said, "Today, a spiritual fruit is about to ripen, I should go and pick it up, and it will be swallowed by the companion beast later."
Any high-quality spiritual fruit will have companion beasts next to it. The higher the quality, the more powerful the companion beast, sometimes even more than one.
When Sui Jian heard the name of the companion beast, he frowned, hugged Yan Jin unhappily, rubbed against his chest, and whispered, "I'm fine now, can't I just pick it up?"
As powerful as Yan Jin, sometimes when facing the siege of a large group of companion beasts, it is inevitable to suffer a little injury. The injury is not serious. For what he has suffered in the past, it can only be regarded as a minor injury, but Suijian saw it. , still distressed.
Perhaps it is an instinct from the depths of the soul.
Yan Jin half hugged him and got up, dressed him, and gently wiped away the moisture from the corners of Sui Jian's eyes due to yawning with his fingertips, and said softly, "I will be back soon, I won't be hurt. Yes, Sui Jian, can you wait for me for a while?"
Gloomily sent off, Sui Jian kicked off his shoes lazily, walked around the room barefoot, and finally walked to the soft couch by the window and sat down.
The window was only half-open, the breeze was gentle, Sui Jian half-squinted and yawned lazily. He was raised by Yan Jin so lazy that he didn't even bother to open the window, so he looked out through a small gap, and happened to see a few birds chirping on the branches.
After a while, Sui Jian fell into a drowsy sleep again. He just closed his eyes and was about to take a nap, when a small muttering sound suddenly came from outside the window.
It was the two little monsters that Yan Jin stayed here, a rabbit with a drooping ear and a squirrel with a big tail.
Suijian knew what happened outside and Yan Jin's identity. Yan Jin didn't hide it from him, but he didn't care much. For him, Yan Jin treated him well, it was enough.
These two little monsters are the most unbearable of loneliness, and they like to murmur the most. They just think that Sui Jian is sleeping in the house, and they don't think too much, just gossip in the shade under the eaves.
Rabbit said: "Sister Peacock said that the number of times that Zun Shang has returned to the wasteland has become less and less recently. She just sent a message saying that there are a lot of things piled up in the wasteland."
The squirrel said: "Oh, there is no way to do this. Right now, Zun Shang is indulging in the gentle township of beautiful women, and it is normal to not care about the wasteland."
Rabbit said: "That's right. You have been single for many years, and men are like this after being suppressed for a long time. By the way, by the way, has the latest picture album of the fox demon come out?"
The squirrel was diverted from the topic, hugged his big tail, dug out from the fluff, and took out a picture album: "It's out! I just asked another demon to buy it!"
This is said to be a story created by a fox demon based on his personal experience, but the fox demon does not know how to write, so he can only draw it, and the painting is vivid.
Rabbit flipped the page flexibly with his long ears, and said excitedly: "Where did you see last time? Oh, I saw the fox demon and the emperor of the world, and the emperor was immediately seduced by him..."
The two monsters huddled together, while looking at the picture book, they muttered, and the discussion was lively. There were also a few sentences such as "Your Honor is like this emperor", "I'm afraid the one in the room is also a fox monster" and so on. Wait for the joke.
This is a story about a fox demon who made the emperor lose his country. After listening to it for a while, I thought it was quite interesting. Rarely, he was interested, and he pushed open the window and called out to the two fluffy ones: "What do you see? I want to see it too."
So when Yan Jin came back that evening, he saw only a rabbit and a squirrel guarding the door nervously, hesitating to say anything.
He frowned, and the invisible coercion was released: "What?"
The squirrel hugged its big tail and forcibly braved: "Father-in-law, son-in-law, let's take a look at the picture album..."
They didn't dare to call Suijian by name, and they didn't know what identity Suijian was, so they imitated human beings and called him the son.
Yan Jin saw that it was shaking so much that its hair was almost bald.
Sui Jian was leaning on the soft couch in a sloppy manner, his clothes were slightly messy, and his slender fingers happened to turn a page.
You monsters are always more open and bold, and this album tells a story like that, and some of the pictures are unavoidably... irritating.
Suijian didn't understand these things very well, but it was probably instinct. He looked at it and felt that the room was a little hot. No one was there, so he also loosened his clothes, so it was cool and cool, and then continued to watch, watching with relish.
"See you in the new year?" Yan Jin put the jade box containing the spiritual fruit on the table and walked over suspiciously.
When Sui Jian heard his voice, he suddenly came back to his senses. He held Yan Jin's outstretched hand, gently tugged, and dragged Yan Jin on the soft couch and sat down. Then he gently nestled himself into Yan Jin's arms, and put him next to him. The picture album was stuffed into Yan Jin's hands, pointed at the picture and said, "What are they doing?"
Yan Jin looked down subconsciously, then took a breath.
The fox demon, whose clothes are half faded and charming, is clinging to the emperor, doing all kinds of romantic things.
The author has something to say: It's not unreasonable for Jin cubs to remember Shen Zhixian's words in this life, they are all responses, hiccup.
This is Sunday's update (whispering: what a long time), and there is one more chapter today (unknown length).
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