Holding Ruan Mingchi's sea of consciousness, Ji Hao no longer cared about the murderous demon city behind him, nor Ruan Mingchi's voice, but turned around and walked back to the palace.
The underground chamber.
As cold as ever.
The peaceful face of the person sleeping in the ice coffin reminded Ji Hao of the moment when he was hugged and protected, even if he was alive or dead, he would not be willing to suffer even the slightest bit of harm.
It's just that at this moment, his eyes are a little cold.
The sea of consciousness held in his hand has never been injected into it.
He hurried back, but stopped at this moment.
In his eyes, there was careless indifference.
What is restored along with the memory is his judgment.
If he hadn't seen the awe-inspiring follower behind the scenes before entering this world, he might still firmly believe that the world he was in was real.
If he hadn't felt the call from the demonic body outside at the last moment, he would never have dreamed that he had already been plotted against.
If he hadn't desperately tried to see through the secrets for his queen, Ruan Xian'er, how could he have discovered that the country is like a dream map.
All of this told him that even the world he had always thought of as "through the book" was actually fake. Someone used the picture of Jiangshan Rumeng to suppress and deceive him, and after one failure, he was still doing the same thing, trying to do it again. suppress him.
Ji Hao didn't know why he had to suffer such a crime and be calculated like this.
But there is no doubt that the instigator is Ruan Mingchi.
Perhaps, even this Ruan Mingchi is fake.
Who knows.
All the feelings seemed to have become illusions, Ji Hao even suspected that even his falling in love with Ruan Mingchi was planned in advance.
How could he be willing.
He can break and leave this world as long as he gives him some time, but if he leaves without revenge, how can he be worthy of his status as a demon.
He swears that the Ruan Mingchi who must be disturbed is a mess, no matter whether he is Ruan Xiaoxian or Ruan Xian'er, in short, he will let him taste the pain of being calculated by others.
Demons, aren't they all vengeful
Thinking in this way, Ji Hao lightly tapped the sea of consciousness in his hand, pulled out a thread, and pressed it on Ruan Xian'er's forehead as if holding a thread.
White light suddenly appeared.
The sea of consciousness on Ji Hao's palm had disappeared without a trace. The eyelashes of the man sleeping in the hotel trembled slightly, and then slowly opened his eyes. Ji Hao adjusted his expression, gently picked him up from the ice coffin, turned around and walked out of the secret room.
at the same time.
Ruan Mingchi, who was enduring a severe headache and returned to the rear to dispatch troops, suddenly stopped in the middle of speaking.
He stared blankly at the front, as if he had traveled through space and landed somewhere unknown. There, I was being carefully embraced by a warm embrace, and I felt a sense of weakness, but what was even stronger was a sense of peace of mind and happiness, being rocked, as if I had returned to the cradle of my childhood, surrounded by The scenery was slowly receding, but he couldn't see anything, only the man's cold and hard chin.
It seemed that after watching for a long time, the man stopped suddenly, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, showing a smile, then he lifted him up slightly with his arms, and kissed his lips.
Pity, a kiss like a superficial kiss.
Ruan Mingchi's body shook lightly, and those tactile sensations were conveyed faithfully, as well as the feeling of happiness, wrapped in the man's warm fragrance, which formed a stark contrast with the battlefield that smelled of blood and slaughter.
Ruan Mingchi was stunned for a long time, and the heads of the various immortal sects followed his gaze in confusion, but they saw nothing. When they retracted it, they saw the uncomfortable expression on the immortal's face.
Everyone was stunned, because they only knew that the result of the fight between the immortal and the demon Ji Hao just now was that their top power was defeated, and then they all panicked, thinking that Ji Hao was going to kill them all.
"Uh... Immortal Venerable?" A white-haired old man called softly, "But the magic star is coming?"
Ruan Mingchi blinked, his face regained his composure, and said, "No, I just remembered something, you can continue talking."
"But your arrangement just now is not finished."
"I'm sorry... Since Ji Hao showed up, I need to slow down the pace of attacking the city. The soldiers in the human world suffered heavy casualties. I'm afraid the next time we fight again, it will be a life-and-death battle. It's better for us to prepare early."
Ruan Mingchi tried his best to ignore the pictures that kept popping up in his mind, and spoke slowly and slowly, as if the tingling forehead and the picture didn't exist.
A monk's sea of consciousness is huge, and there is even a secret method that can divide the consciousness on a puppet. Although it is not common to use one mind and two tasks, it is nothing to a cultivator, especially someone like Ruan Mingchi.
He just didn't expect... After Ji Hao returned to take away his sea of consciousness, his memory was actually shared with that clone.
What about Ruan Xian'er? Do you know what he is thinking
Thinking of this, Ruan Mingchi got up and left after saying a few words. He was the leader, and the symbolic meaning was far greater than everything else. He set the direction, and naturally other people would implement it. Although Ruan Mingchi had never left the meeting halfway like this before, but No one would speak to stop him.
Although immortal cultivators pay attention to etiquette and morality, their cultivation is still above everything else. Ruan Mingchi's cultivation is above everyone else, only a little worse than Heavenly Demon. Too late, how can you complain.
After Ruan Mingchi left, the other heads of the immortal sect expressed their opinions and implemented Ruan Mingchi's arrangement.
After this meeting was over, the remaining three were the three elders with the highest status in the world of cultivating immortals except Ruan Mingchi. The battle may be hard to win.”
"The demon world is a scorched earth, and the aura is thin, but for us immortal cultivators, it is full of poisonous demon energy. Even if we win, whoever wants to take it from the demon world."
"But the Demon Realm is rich in ores, which are all scarce raw materials. I have arranged for people to dig them out. I only need to persist like this for more than a month, and I can get a lot of materials. This battle is not a loss."
"It's just not a loss, why is he so useless!"
Complaining, the three of them were quiet for a long time, daring not to speak anymore, listening to the movement around them, and then said angrily: "If there is no immortal, we would not even be able to enter that door, why are you so greedy."
"I'm just anxious! He has practiced the ruthless way for seven hundred years, and he still can't kill his feelings. If his cultivation base doesn't increase, the demons will not be destroyed."
"It's true. He never went out. How could there be love? We have sent countless talented and beautiful female cultivators for him. Not only has he never approached anyone, he has never even looked at him. No one can get close to him."
"How can this be good."
Here Ruan Mingchi has hated it to the extreme.
In the sea of consciousness, although he can ignore most of the things in the avatar, it doesn't mean that he can turn a blind eye when he is suppressed by Ji Hao. Pain, that kind of pleasure, just like he felt it himself.
He could even hear Ji Hao's warm air blowing in his ears accompanied by his cheerful chuckle.
Nothing can be done.
The picture stuck in his mind, the body that was supposed to be sitting cross-legged on the futon, slowly bent his back in this process, the practice method seemed to turn into mosquitoes and flies around in his mind, he was dizzy, I even had the illusion that I was in the difficult process, sinking deeply on the soft bed, unable to control myself.
After his mind was cleared, Ruan Mingchi was already sweating all over his body, his hair that had never been messed up was scattered on his forehead, the tails of his eyes were scarlet, and his eyes were scattered.
Finally passed.
Ruan Mingchi supported the discomfort in his body, and slowly straightened his back, and his face returned to the indifferent look of wanting nothing.
mind like electricity
no.
Absolutely not.
The picture shared by the sea of consciousness must be sealed.
right! seal!
Taking advantage of the rare stage where Ruan Xian'er had just woken up and exhausted a lot of energy, and then fell into a coma, Ruan Mingchi sat cross-legged on the futon and used all means to seal the picture in the sea of consciousness.
Originally, he planned to take this opportunity to kill his feelings, but now he no longer thinks about it. He needs to protect the clarity of the Lingtai.
He muttered words, and as those images were sealed, the red marks at the end of his eyes faded away again, and even his hair became meticulous.
The dark red light from the demon world passed through the gap in the door curtain and shone on his face. Most of the illuminated face was kind and kind-hearted, but the face confined in the darkness was vaguely distorted and hideous.
The devil seed has been planted, but it is even more difficult to uproot it.
In the next few days, Ruan Mingchi did not receive any more pictures from the avatar. He felt that the seal was successful, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.
Only then did he stand up from the futon, performed a cleansing technique, flicked away the dust that belonged to the demon world that had fallen on his body in the past few days, opened the door curtain and walked out.
"How?" Ruan Mingchi asked the unthinking disciple who was guarding the door.
The disciple lowered his hands and said respectfully: "We followed the instructions of the headmaster and searched for all the troops to rectify. The demon generals of the demon world were also called back. It seems that they are also preparing. The elder estimates that a big battle is coming soon."
Ruan Mingchi nodded: "Tell everyone to go to the Central Account Council."
"yes."
Ruan Mingchi, who felt that the crisis had been temporarily lifted, was calm and listened to the opinions of all parties in the parliament. Even if he was not here for a few days, the arrangements were well-organized. Just talking about the demon Ji Hao, everyone turned their attention to Ruan Mingchi. In this world, no one can stop Ji Hao except the immortal. Although the immortal is not as good as Ji Hao, there is no one else available. Still can only be on the top of the immortal.
Ruan Mingchi didn't refuse, although he really didn't want to confront Ji Hao, after all, those thoughts were sealed just now, and he might loosen at any time when he saw someone, but since no one would use it, he could only nod his head in agreement.
After saying this, the heads of the fairy sects retreated, but the head of the "Moon Moon Immortal Sect" stayed behind.
Ruan Mingchi looked at the master who had practiced for more than 500 years, but maintained the appearance of the foundation building period, and looked only about twenty years old, and asked, "Does the palace master have something to say?"
Although the Lord of Wangyue Palace has a young face, his eyes have been vicissitudes. In the past, the council has always been reticent and everyone behaved, but today it is rare to be a little shy, but in the end he said under Ruan Mingchi's gaze: "My Moon Palace's skills are special. Virgins cannot cultivate, but if they want to cultivate to great success, they can become a body of pure yin. Now that the great enemy is in front of him, the demon Ji Hao is unbeatable, I am willing to double cultivate with the immortal, and use the body of pure yin to bless you."
After saying this, Palace Master Wangyue looked at Ruan Mingchi expressionlessly.
Ruan Mingchi also looked at her expressionlessly.
The two were really embarrassed.