When Cheng Qian woke up, he found that the surroundings were very dark, and the sky seemed to be completely dark.
His first feeling was pain, then cold.
It stands to reason that he has lived on the edge of the ice pool for fifty years, and every bone in his body has been forged by the ice pool, and he should have lost his "cold" feeling. It's very weird here.
Different from the real cold and freezing, there seems to be a gloomy, life-like coolness here, long and finely broken, quietly drilling into the cracks of human bones.
It seems to be a gentle killing intent that even copper skin and iron bones can't resist.
When people are here, their whole body becomes heavy, and when their heart relaxes a little, they will be entangled by the feeling of exhaustion and burnout.
Cheng Qian frowned, what the hell is this place
With the frost blade still hanging on his waist, Cheng Qian moved his stiff fingers a little and found that the spear had changed back to the keel, and the dragon soul had returned to the flag, and the real dragon flag was being squeezed tightly in his palm.
Seeing that these two things that should not be lost are there, he is relieved.
Cheng Qian was about to get up, stretched out his hand to support the ground, but there was a sharp burning pain in the palm of his hand, and then he remembered the eyes of the Demon Slayer that he was holding in his hand.
However, when he raised his hand, he saw that his palm was clean, not only did not have the scorched black flesh and blood he imagined, but there were not even half of the small scratches.
this is so weird
Cheng Qian thought about it, and suddenly a white light flashed in the palm of his hand, passing a small arc-shaped mark. When he looked closely, it seemed to be the shape of a human ear. It only appeared for a while, and then disappeared in a blink of an eye.
Apart from the remaining burning pain and the inexplicable mark, there was nothing else unusual, so Cheng Qian had to put it aside first.
As he struggled, the large and small wounds behind him were immediately torn apart. He let out a soft hiss, intending to meditate and adjust his breath, and to heal his wounds first.
At this time, Cheng Qian heard Yan Zhengming's voice coming from the side.
"Don't act rashly." Yan Zhengming sat far away from him, his voice a little hoarse, "If I'm not wrong, we may have reached the bottom of the devil's valley now, near the stage of no regrets - do you have any trauma medicine on you?"
"No, I'm not running around the rivers and lakes," Cheng Qian leaned on the ground with his keel and got up, "What's going on? Senior brother, are you alright?"
"I'm fine, just sit and don't move." Yan Zhengming said, "The movement of the Demon Slaying Formation is too loud, please use the real dragon soul when we break the formation, and Han Yuan's innocent idiot even set fire to the peach blossoms. Miasma, now the 'Dragon and Earth Demon's Desires' have been assembled, and inadvertently tore a seam in the outer seal of Buhuitai, we were relatively small at the time, and we were involved."
Cheng Qian: ""
Before going out this time, I must have not read the yellow calendar, and all the bad luck caught up.
Yan Zhengming seemed to be suppressing something, took a deep breath, and then slowly spit it out slowly and heavily, and weakly said in a weak voice: "It's okay, the Fuyao faction has guarded the Valley of Heart Demons in all dynasties, and the head seal is still on me, it must be There is a way to get out, you don’t want to touch the real essence, first treat the wound yourself.”
Cheng Qian's injuries were all on his back, and it was very inconvenient to deal with it in a mortal way. He moved his shoulders slightly, but he didn't feel any muscles or bones were injured, so he fortunately left it aside.
Cheng Qian didn't take the flesh wounds to heart, but he felt that something was wrong with Yan Zhengming - when he was a child, he fought with a dry cultivator, but his back was slapped by the demon pestle. The second time he was cut into a blank by the Demon Slaying Array, he became "handled by himself"
Cheng Qian got up and walked towards him: "Senior brother, what happened to you?"
Yan Zhengming said sternly: "I said don't come here!"
His roar almost broke, and Cheng Qian paused for a while, then he didn't listen to him, and strode over.
Yan Zhengming was curled up in a corner that was darker than the surrounding area. If it wasn't for the cultivator's amazing eyesight, he could hardly find anyone else. The darkness made Yan Zhengming's facial features blurred. Appeared, the dark red mark was particularly conspicuous, like a gorgeous scar.
Cheng Qian was stunned for a moment, raised his hand to touch the mark: "Is this influenced by the Valley of Heart Demons?"
Yan Zhengming had nowhere to hide, so the old monk closed his eyes as if he was in a state of concentration. If it weren't for the impetuous anger in his eyes that was about to come out, it would seem like that.
As Cheng Qian approached, Yan Zhengming's brows trembled violently, as if he was enduring great pain.
Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer and grabbed Cheng Qian's wrist.
Yan Zhengming's palms were like iron tongs, and the temperature in the palms was scorching hot, almost scorching, and the dark red marks on the eyebrows became more and more vivid, like blood, dark red.
He grasped Cheng Qian's wrist, bent down in pain, and whispered in a low voice: "Don't come over to Xiao Qian, I beg you"
It's not that Cheng Qian didn't know what "inner demon" was, but it was the first time he knew that someone could be tortured like this by an inner demon.
What was it that trapped him in his heart
Cheng Qian watched Yan Zhengming in disbelief for a moment, although he felt that it was not good for him to spy on him like this, but he didn't care so much at this time.
He secretly said in his heart, "Senior brother, I'm sorry."
Immediately, his consciousness was activated, and the Yuan fragment in the wooden sword was connected.
The two strange perspectives appeared again. Cheng Qian saw Yan Zhengming's inner palace in a chaotic mess through the Yuan fragments sealed in the wooden sword. He saw Zhen Yuan scurrying everywhere, and even the sword energy was about to move. The wooden sword was barely restrained, and he still didn't know what it would look like.
The lingering demons were like wisps of black clouds, flying up and down beside Yan Zhengming, who was meditating with his eyes closed, entangled with him.
At this moment, Cheng Qian saw faces one by one from the black and red demon cloud, and he was suddenly stunned.
The man in his heart is himself.
The next moment, the lingering demon turned into a wisp of black smoke and fell into a human shape. The man seemed to sense something. He looked back at the wooden sword, revealing a familiar and unfamiliar sneer, and then he slowly sighed. He walked towards Yuan who was meditating on Yan Zhengming, knelt down lightly, and fell on his knees.
Cheng Qian: ""
It was the first time he knew "self" who was so pouting, and he didn't know how to react.
Under the appearance of Cheng Qian, the inner demon raised his head and broke Yan Zhengming's chin, and stared at him silently for a moment. Seeing that he refused to open his eyes, he suddenly chuckled, stretched out the tips of his pale fingers, and slowly rubbed it. The lips of Yuan, who was meditating, whispered: "Senior brother, why don't you look at me?"
Inside and outside the palace, Yan Zhengming's fingers gripping Cheng Qian's wrist contracted abruptly, clenching his wrist bone with a "cluck" sound.
Cheng Qian took back his consciousness in embarrassment, and half-knelt on the ground, his heart was blank for a while.
He was stunned for a long time, recalling all the clues one by one, and remembering that when he asked that sentence in the Xiaojing Building, the seemingly rude response of the elder brother was unbelievable.
"So that demon is me?" Cheng Qian thought in a daze, "Impossible?"
Yan Zhengming bent down, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.
Cheng Qian came back and realized that he couldn't let him go on like this at this time.
"Senior brother," Cheng Qian stretched out a hand, pressed Yan Zhengming's shoulder, and said softly, "Ning, this is the Valley of Heart Demons, don't be disturbed by it."
Yan Zhengming opened his eyes when he heard the words, his eyes were confused, and he looked at him obsessively.
Cheng Qian's heart suddenly began to beat wildly.
The ghost is messed up, and Cheng Qian asked in a low voice, "Senior brother, what is your inner demon?"
For a moment, he saw Yan Zhengming's lips twitching slightly, and the answer was about to come out.
A layer of cold sweat broke out on Cheng Qian's back, and the wound was painful and itchy. He had never been so nervous in his life.
But soon Yan Zhengming's eyes became clear in the struggle, he suddenly let go of his hand and pushed Cheng Qian away fiercely.
Yan Zhengming's hands were trembling uncontrollably, and he was tortured by the inner demon to the point of losing his strength. His fingers on Cheng Qian's shoulder did not stay, and slipped into a stab wound above his arm. The cold blood was still dry. Thoroughly touched his hand, Yan Zhengming hurriedly withdrew his hand: "you"
Cheng Qian didn't even look at the bleeding shoulder, his dark eyes were more intense and deep than all darkness, and the brief, sharp pain seemed to irritate him.
He pressed step by step: "You know that the more your inner demons are covered and the more secretive you are, the more serious it will be, why can't you say it? What's there to hide?"
Yan Zhengming: "Let go"
Cheng Qian: "Senior brother!"
Yan Zhengming roared with red eyes: "Cheng Qian, you want to rebel"
He couldn't say anything, Cheng Qian suddenly pushed him against the wall with force, lowered his head as if he was going out, and kissed the mouth he didn't have time to close.
All of Yan Zhengming's words were blocked at once.
Cheng Qian has never been able to understand the style of his life, let alone the wind and moon. He has done a good job of seeing no evil. He didn't even dare to look closely at the fake Qing Jingjing in the scripture building. This is not even a kiss, just a touch of water. There was a "hum" in Zhengming's head, and the three souls and seven souls were shocked out of the sky.
He gasped, tightened his fingers involuntarily, and clenched Cheng Qian's shirt tightly.
"Forgive me for committing a crime, senior brother," Cheng Qian was already nervous, on the surface, he was almost calm, and even said in a tone that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, "You are going to shut me down for thinking now. However, do you still plan to clear the portal, or just kill me? Promise not to fight back."
Yan Zhengming: ""
The fright was so terrifying that even the inner demons who were making waves seemed to have to retreat.
Cheng Qian's rebellious words came out, and his heart suddenly felt happy, he turned his heart, took Yan Zhengming's hand that clasped the front of his shirt: "In the Demon Slaying Array, you ask me who the Peach Blossom Tribulation should be on, the big one. Brother, if I say it now, do you dare to listen?"
At this time, in Yan Zhengming's inner mansion, the inner demon re-condensed into Cheng Qian's appearance, leisurely hugged his Yuan from behind, and said in his ear: "Senior brother, I will give you whatever you want, you dare to either ?"
Between these two sides, Yan Zhengming couldn't tell what was true and what was false.
The inner demon in the inner palace stretched out his fingers, gently stroked his Yuan body, and whispered: "Senior brother, I have no distractions, and I have been cultivating for a hundred years, and I can't shake it for a day or two. Now it is destroyed in your hands. Happy?"
Those words were like a basin of ice water, mixed with the boundless chill in the Valley of Heart Demons, and immersed in every inch of his bones.
Yan Zhengming's face was pale and speechless.
The inner demon sometimes smiled softly: "Senior brother, you have missed me for so long, why are you so shy now?"
From time to time, he scolded coldly and angrily: "Sect Master Yan, guarding and stealing, how shameless!"
From time to time, he transformed into the appearance of a young Cheng Qian, with an empty blood hole in his chest, and looked at him faintly: "Senior brother, didn't you say that I don't need to worry about everything, is it yours?"
"Brother"
Yan Zhengming swayed back and forth in extreme cold and heat, sweat on his forehead, and his eyes were almost red for a while.
Cheng Qian didn't expect his senior brother to be so angry with his words, and he was a little helpless when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the inner magic mark between his eyebrows, and saw that the thin gap was so red that blood was about to drip.
Cheng Qian frowned slightly, and then, he brazenly borrowed the Yuan fragment on the wooden sword, pulled out his consciousness, and broke into Yan Zhengming's inner palace again.
When I entered, I was first taken aback by the inner demon who was all over the sky. All the inner demons looked like him, but their expressions were different. More and more black qi rose and fell in Jianxiu's inner palace, greedy and greedy. The ground absorbs the true essence here, and turns into more phantoms.
Cheng Qian only felt his scalp numb at first, and anyone who saw hundreds or thousands of them gathered together would feel shudder, but the next moment, he heard the words of those demons.
Cheng Qian's eyes suddenly turned cold, and there was unreasonable anger in his chest.
With a wave of his hand, Yan Zhengming's wooden sword in Yan Zhengming's inner palace was motivated by the Yuan from the same source in the wooden sword. The dancing demons collided and scattered.
The inner demon fled in a hurry, and then reassembled into a mass of thick black gas, entrenched on top of Yan Zhengming's inner palace.
Yan Zhengming's anger was surging, his throat was fishy, and a rush of blood almost rushed to his mouthpiece, but he was able to hold it back.
He woke up briefly, and waved his hand in a self-defeating stroke, and said feebly, "Stop making a fool of yourself."
"I never make a fool of yourself." Cheng Qian stared at him with a burning gaze, "Eldest brother, if I don't die, I won't give up one day."
Yan Zhengming frowned and was about to say something.
Cheng Qian's eyes narrowed, and suddenly a little smile appeared: "If you are willing to expel me from the division, it will be more convenient."
Yan Zhengming: ""
He himself once thought that if he was not the head of the division, and his identity could be relocated with Cheng Qian, he would be able to face his transgressive feelings without any burden. There are no taboos, and who would have thought that the exact same words were directly said by Cheng Qian.
This weird "heart-to-heart" made him wonder whether to laugh or cry for a while.
But after the initial shock, Yan Zhengming still sensed something was wrong—Cheng Qian was only the most straightforward when he hurt people and hands-on. He was actually very restrained, and he didn’t reveal much about his joys, sorrows, and joys. Lu was mostly pretending even if he was sincere. In my heart, I will never talk about it over and over again.
What's more, when the two of them inexplicably fell into the inner demon valley and didn't know how to get out.
As soon as Yan Zhengming was awake, his mind suddenly became lively. He suddenly remembered the strange frost hanging from the wooden sword in the Demon Slaying Array, and immediately put everything aside, and asked, "What do you know? Cheng Qian, I I'll ask you again, what's in that wooden sword?"
Cheng Qian: ""
If it hadn't been for him to see the incarnations of thousands of demons in Yan Zhengming's inner palace, he would still be able to think that this was all self-indulgent.
Yan Zhengming: "How on earth did you put the Fuyao Sword Intent into the wooden sword?"
Cheng Qian, who was still plausible just now, became hoarse.
The two were deadlocked for a moment, Yan Zhengming was a little exhausted for a while, pushed Cheng Qian away, and staggered to his feet.
Yan Zhengming said: "It's fine if you don't say it, I don't care why you know it, but it's just a mere demon. When a sword cultivator enters the sword domain, he has always been a demon, so what? Since I have come this far, I will It's not too overwhelming, you don't have to pity me."
Cheng Qian was speechless, he suddenly wanted to knock open the embroidered pillow-like head of the senior brother to see if there was only a lump of paste left in it by the inner demon
Yan Zhengming glanced at him, took out a thumb-sized seal from his arms, put his palms on it gently, and a faint layer of white light rose on the seal, illuminating the dark bottom of the heart demon valley, he Turning his back to Cheng Qian, he pretended to be relaxed and said, "I don't care about you today, let's go, we'll find a way out"
Cheng Qian suddenly hugged him from behind, and Yan Zhengming's back stiffened before he was about to scold him.
Then I heard Cheng Qian grit his teeth and say: "You eat and drink all day long, except that you are a prodigal, and the ghosts will pity you! I just like you and want you! What else do I need to say!"
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