The sky in the Demon Domain was as dizzy as ever.
The moon was obscured by dark clouds, and rows of crimson lanterns hung high in Jialan City, and the dim lights reflected the demon cultivators on the street, like a ghost wandering in the world.
"hurry up."
Behind a remote pavilion, in the shadow of the corner, there was a demon cultivator impatiently urged, and a fat hand with a jasper wrench tugged at the hair of the person below.
The people below let out a painful whimper.
The light of the scarlet lanterns reflected on their sides, dragging out long silhouettes, and the gentle singing of singers came from the pavilion.
"Since spring comes, the gloomy green and sorrowful rivers, the fragrant heart is a matter of cocoa. In the sun, the warbler wears the willow belt, and still presses the incense quilt to lie down. Once gone, there is no sound book..." [Note]
The magician exhaled.
The man below raised his head, revealing a strange face.
It's weird because half of his face looks beautiful and handsome, while the other half of his face is full of scars and extremely ugly.
"Elder Cen," his face was full of tears and his voice was a little hoarse, "I? Can I go back?"
The fat magic cultivator surnamed Cen reached out and patted his head like a dog, "The night is still long. What are you anxious about?"
The person kneeling at the bottom turned pale, and pleaded, "I only had a high fever the day before yesterday, and I'm afraid that I can't bear the toss and pass out tonight, which will spoil the elder's interest."
Mo Xiu laughed and said: "I had a high fever the day before yesterday? Just in time, I can taste what's different about you now. What's more, there are many ways to wake you up? There are many ways for this elder. Get up and go back with this elder."
The people below knelt down in front of Mo Xiu, hugging Mo Xiu's legs and kowtow.
Mo Xiu's expression turned cold, and suddenly he stepped on the top of his head, "Don't forget where this is, the territory of the Demon Sect, do you have the right to say 'no'?" He squatted down on his fat body, He grabbed the man's hair and pulled his head up, "Young Master Rong, you were also a beauty on the Heavenly Secret List back then. I went to the Heavenly Sect to show you my favor, but you didn't even want to look at me? Because my appearance is ugly, I can't stand on the stage. I was even tricked by you to go astray and fall into the devil's way. When did you ever think that there would be today?"
"Don't you think about your appearance? You know what you look like now, even a dog. If I didn't see you in the past, I took you out of the Zuihuan Building, and it's just that your dantian has been damaged and leaked everywhere. The body, how can there be life?"
The people below had tears streaming down their faces.
Mo Xiu suddenly slapped him in the face.
"Cry why you cry, give me a laugh. Otherwise, I will strip you naked and throw it on the street. Recently, there should be a lot of peace in the Demon Realm. There is a lack of magic cultivators? Fun? I will have a good time with you."
Hearing this, the person below trembled, tried his best to hold back his tears, and gave Mo Xiu a pleasing smile, "I was wrong, I, I listened to the elders, please don't abandon me."
Mo Xiu patted his cheek, "Remember what you said, no matter what you use tonight, you are not allowed to beg for mercy." Then, with a fat hand, he picked up the half-disfigured beauty below.
Rong Ran nodded and leaned on his shoulder obediently.
Where Mo Xiu couldn't see, the smile on his face quickly disappeared, and his eyes became empty and cold.
Thirty years ago, after his dantian was abolished and he was expelled from the sect, all the fame, achievements, and even his appearance and cultivation in the first half of his life had left him, and the suffering of his life began from this. When he was just expelled from the sect, he was rescued by his father's dark guard and placed in a dilapidated thatched hut on the outskirts of the country, where he was saved by medicinal pills. The dark guard promised him that his father would come to treat his injuries soon, but he waited for three days, but only for the news of his father's death.
He practiced in Tianzong for decades and made many friends, but when the disaster was approaching, none of his friends came to the rescue. Even the dark guard who was loyal to his father disappeared completely after Rong Qingjue's death. He lingered in the thatched hut, but he did not expect that on a day and night of thunderstorms, three destitute beggars would come. A filthy and ugly man, how dare he do that to him—and it's just the beginning.
After that few people had enough fun, they sold him to a trafficker for money. The trafficker knew him and knew that he was once a Daoist disciple. With this name, he sold him to Moyu at a high price. 's magician. Those demon cultivators took him all the way to the Demon Realm, and after they got tired of it, they sold him to Zuihuan Lou.
He stayed in the Zuihuan Building for half a year, and he was about to die. After that, he met Cen Fangzhi, who had pursued him back then, but now he has fallen into the devil's door.
Although Cen Fangzhi's appearance still didn't catch his eye, it gave him a little chance to survive.
He can't leave? This depends.
... He also can't die.
He still has revenge to avenge, and he wants to see someone who wants to see him.
Rong Ran leaned on the shoulder of Elder Cen, who was described as bloated, looking into the distance with his empty eyes, evoking a vacant smile.
Under the drowsy sky in the distance, there is a towering and huge building standing.
That's the magic palace.
The people of the Demon Realm spent ten years building a palace for their lord.
…
Magic Palace.
"Chu Lan, after you see the lord, you must be cautious in your words and deeds. Without permission, you must not look up and spy on the lord's face." Elder Xue urged.
In front of him stood a boy in a white coat
The boy was born very beautiful. He looked only seventeen or eighteen years old. A white coat covered his slender body, showing a somewhat fragile posture for no reason. His lips were light, but they were shiny and lustrous. He was very attractive. There was a little panic in his eyes, but his face was full of forced indifference.
The boy holds the guqin in his hands.
"A straighter waist." Elder Xue said, "Remember not to laugh at will. The legendary person is indifferent and not close to vulgarity. If you can learn something like that, you will be more likely to save your life."
Elder Li next to him said: "How can they be completely similar? That legendary person has a face of heaven and man, a peerless posture, you are looking for an eight-pole in this mortal world? You can't make a shadow, and before you send it to the honored seat, you are not afraid of honorable people. When the time comes, let down your anger. Burn yourself?"
Elder Xue said: "What do you know? Chu Lan is also a beauty embryo that is one in ten thousand miles? It is also pleasing to the eye. And this time, it was only sent to Zun Shang to play the piano to relieve the boredom. As long as Chu Lan is capable, how can it arouse Zun Shang's anger. "
He glanced at the boy's uneasy face, and secretly said to Elder Li: "Recently, your lord has an unstable temperament, and he has slaughtered several demon sects, and the next one is the sect of the two of us. One's attitude is not clear yet, let's send a fake product, if it can win the favor of the lord, it is a good thing, if not, it can also give the lord a place to vent his recent anger."
Elder Li did not answer, but looked at the boy with a hint of pity in his eyes.
Elder Xue waved his hand forward, "Go, go quickly. Don't miss the time."
Holding the guqin, the boy stepped nervously and walked into the dark and deep magic palace.
The full moon above his head was incomparably huge, and the cold moonlight fell on him, causing him to shudder.
The door of the magic palace hall was open.
The faint yin wind blew past, and a row of tearful bamboos planted next to the palace rustled.
Chu Lan hesitated for a while, but went in anyway.
The hall was dim, and there seemed to be a dark figure sitting on the high seat.
Chu Lan didn't dare to look up.
He knelt down, put the guqin in front of him, and said in a low voice, "Chu Lan has been ordered to play the qin for the Honored Master."
The person in the seat did not respond.
Chu Lan only felt that his back was stiff, as if he was being stared at by some extremely vicious beast. He bit his lip and could only bite the bullet and start playing the piano.
He has been practicing the piano for more than ten years, and even the teacher who teaches the piano praises him for his excellent piano skills. He's confident that he can't go wrong.
The sound of the strings sounded, and the sound of the piano trickled in the Sen Leng Hall, bringing a soft and soothing breath.
Chu Lan closed her eyes and played the piano melody skillfully.
Nothing went wrong.
He just smiled a little when suddenly, something cold and gloomy around his neck seemed to be choking him. He was forced to raise his head in horror. The strings in his hand made a loud noise, and they were actually broken in his hands.
He saw an unforgettable horror scene in this life.
Countless slanting shadows covered the entire hall. On the high seat in the middle, a long and narrow shadow did not look like a human being. Only two scarlet lights like lanterns were watching him.
evil. vicious. Indescribable. indescribable.
And the thing that was strangling his neck at this time was actually his own shadow.
"Who let you in?"
Gloomy hoarse voice.
Chu Lan was restrained from breathing, trembling all over, just wanting to retreat.
But can't move.
There is nowhere to retreat.
The monster on that seat stared at him, and the entire palace was full of slanting and frantic shadows. He seemed to fall into a grotesque and absurd horror dream, only the feeling of suffocation and dying was real.
He felt that the white clothes on his body were peeled off by shadows, and the pale fragments were fluttering in the air like white silk. He felt cold, and when the things he had imagined were about to come, he did not feel the joy of being favored at all. There is only endless icy fear.
He closed his eyes.
However, he suddenly felt his body lighten, and then he was thrown heavily out of the hall and fell on the bluestone floor outside. Limbs are shattered. He spat out a mouthful of blood.
"roll."
The hoarse voice revealed murderous intent.
"Don't be dazzling in front of this deity in white clothes again."
The broken guqin was also thrown out. Chu Lan shivered and sat on the ground, realizing that the door to the main hall was closed.
He picked up the wreckage of the guqin and staggered out of the magic palace, daring not to look back.
And in the main hall, the dark silence has now returned.
The black shadow sat on the high seat, the blood-red light in his eyes flowed like a splash of fresh blood. The pale moonlight shone in, and a deep roar came out of his throat, his long and sharp black knuckles flexed, covering his face, and the shadow twisted wildly.
In the terrifying space like hell, the moon outside the window is gradually falling towards the west mountain, and the morning sun is slowly rising.
The morning light spilled into the hall.
The shadow slowly subsided, retracted to the corner of the wall, and on the high seat, slowly revealing the figure of a man.
Crow's long black hair fell down, and he was covered in a black robe embroidered with blood, and his hands on the armrests were pale and slender.
He held a blood-colored long sword in his hand.
The bloody aura emanated from the sword.
The man has a handsome face.
It's just that there is a strong hostility between his eyebrows, which will make people ignore his appearance. Just instinctively fear.
He closed his eyes.
There was still tiredness in his expression.
"Thirty years..."
He murmured hoarsely, word by word. The Shura Sword next to him made a low vibrato.
It was silent for a long time.
The man slowly opened his eyes.
The blood-red eyes seemed to be the best kind of blood glass, and they turned out a cold and indifferent light in the clear. But upon closer inspection, there seemed to be a black fire burning deep in his eyes.
There is a madness that seems to devour everything.
He got up from his high seat.
Holding the Shura Sword in his hand. The tip of the sword hangs down, the dark tunic, the elongated shadow, and the eerie and silent palace indicate evil and ominousness.
He raised his sword and waved his hand in the void in front of him.
There are ripples in the space in front of him. A dark crack appeared in front of him.
There was a fluttering shadow behind.
With no expression on his face, he stepped into the crack.
…
Time City.
This space is only illuminated by a few night pearls in the dome, black towers with spires stand all over the city, and ancient altars of different shapes are scattered here.
In the center of the ancient city is a charred ancient tree. In front of the ancient wood, there is a coffin. There is a skeleton in the coffin, radiating golden red light.
Someone was sitting in front of the coffin.
His long white hair was spread out, his face was pale and almost transparent, his thin lips were stained with blood, his eyes were tightly closed, and his chest was no longer up and down. All life is gone.
In the silence, a crimson light slowly flowed into his body from the coffin.
time flies.
The golden red light on the skeleton is getting thinner and thinner.
Until the last trace was gone.
The bones in the coffin that had not changed for thousands of years suddenly turned into fly ash and dissipated.
…
pain.
it hurts.
He woke up from the silent darkness, and the first thing he felt was the pain that seemed to come out from the bones of his limbs.
It seemed that every inch of flesh and blood had been torn out and torn to shreds. Every inch of meridian is being squeezed and ruptured, and every bone is pulled out and broken.
It's the fire that is colliding. There is also a more powerful energy than divine fire, flowing in his body.
He seemed to have been smashed into a lump of flesh, and then forcibly glued together by that force, creating a new life.
creak. creak.
It is the voice of a new life after a broken limb.
There was more energy rushing into his soul that was about to collapse due to the use of forbidden techniques, making his soul gradually solidify.
I don't know how long it took, the pain finally subsided slowly.
He lay on the ground like a chicken just out of its shell, its feathers wet and sticky curled up.
There was a pool of dark red blood under him, and the scattered white hair was snaking and sticking to his sweaty cheeks.
Difficulty opening your eyes.
His eyes were a little distracted by the pain, but the color was as golden as the burning sun.
I want to get up, but my arms are weak and weak? I can't even move.
Vascular resuscitation.
Ye Yunlan didn't expect that he would save his life because of this.
After the death of the Divine Phoenix, the power condensed on the corpse penetrated into his body, reviving the Divine Phoenix bloodline in his body, and after death, he relied on this power to regenerate Nirvana.
Most of the blood power in the body was used to mend the soul that was about to dissipate and save his life, but it led to the lack of power that really helped his body to regenerate Nirvana.
His Nirvana was not complete.
This was when he was at his weakest.
He closed his eyes.
A day in the city of time is a year in the outside world.
He has been in a coma for an unknown time, and the outside world does not know how many years have passed.
And Shen Shu... Now what happened.
Just when he thought so, there was a sudden shock and sound outside the Time City.
—Like, the sound of something being slashed with a sword.
Is someone out there
The entire time city has escaped into the void, and the void is not allowed to step on the void, otherwise it is a waste of life.
Could it be that he has been in a coma for a year and a half, and at this moment, there have been Void Stepping Powerhouses in the outside world
He opened his eyes to see.
Because of the resuscitation of the blood vessels, his eyesight was hundreds of times clearer than before.
So he could see that a crack was slowly appearing on the wall on the side of Time City.
The crack expanded with the shaking of Time City until it broke open with a bang.
Outside the Time City is a turbulent void, a chaotic color, extremely dangerous.
At this moment, in the chaos of the chaotic void stood a demon.
Behind the demon were numerous huge and terrifying shadows, and the scarlet eyes and the blood-colored long sword in their hands were particularly prominent in the dark shadow hunting.
Like ghosts coming into the world.
And in the next moment, the demon had teleported in front of him.
Crow's long black hair fell down, intertwined with his pale hair soaked in blood.
The devil's hand lightly grabbed his throat, his crimson pupils approached, and he laughed hoarsely.
"Master, I have caught you."
The author has something to say: [Note]: The words and phrases in the text are from Liu Yong's "Ding Fengbo".