Demon domain.
Lumen Mountain.
In the distance, the gongs and drums of the magic palace were roaring in the sky, and rows of bright red lanterns illuminated the sky of the magic domain red.
The sound of playing music, the sound of the emcee, and the sound of blessings continued to come, and then gradually returned to silence. The scarlet silk and satin danced all over the magic palace, and the night became dark.
Standing on the mountain, Xu Qingyue pulled out the long sword she was carrying, her eyes were slightly red, and she couldn't help rushing into the huge dark palace to rescue her old friend.
"Don't be impulsive." Chen Weiyuan's low and hoarse voice came from behind.
Xu Qingyue turned around and saw Chen Weiyuan pushing the wheelchair slowly over. He had mutilated limbs and an unshaved beard. He was in a state of embarrassment. His slender and narrowed eyes looked at the lit up magic palace in the distance and couldn't see it. What? Look.
The hand holding the wheelchair was already clenched tightly, and there was faint blood oozing out.
"Now my soul and body are damaged. Although I managed to recover a few points with the Divine Relief Pill, I still can't support it for too long. I can't live without you in the formation of the Primordial Demon Refining Formation."
Chen Weiyuan said hoarsely.
"Don't do useless work, beat grass and startle snakes, can't bear to be small... and make big plans."
Xu Qingyue's eyes were red, and she said, "Isn't it possible to watch Daoyou Ye suffer this humiliation and be insulted by his own disciple?"
Chen Weiyuan looked at the magic palace with cold eyes and a distorted expression, but after all, he still said: "Qingyue... don't act rashly."
"The formation is not complete, and the person we want to wait for has not yet come. Now you pass by, and you are only blocking the car with your arm. Not only can you not save Yunlan, but you will fold yourself inside."
Xu Qingyue's hand holding the sword kept shaking.
"So, are we really watching like this?"
Chen Weiyuan gritted his teeth, his body trembled a little.
I slowly tasted a bit of blood between my lips and teeth.
"Yes," he said with difficulty, "and now... we can only watch."
Tianzong.
Wang Yunfeng.
He Lanze stood outside the Yuntian Palace, trembling as he watched the thunder and lightning falling from the sky.
The entire Yuntian Palace was shaking. And this scene has lasted for three days and nights.
Since that day, he went to Yuntian Palace to report the wedding banquet in the Demon Palace, and in Yuntian Palace, where the sect master lived, he began to transcend the calamity.
He had never seen such a huge thunder calamity in his life. I was worried and irritable, afraid that the sect master would not be able to successfully cross the calamity, and also that the injury would be too severe after crossing the robbery and could not take action.
It is the seventh day of September. He Lanze looked towards the west, in the direction of the Demon Realm. The distance from Dongzhou to the Demon Realm takes ten days for the Mahayana monk to Yujian, and it is too late now.
The guilt in my heart is deeper.
Once again, I deeply hate my own strength.
What? Big Brother Tianzong, a supreme genius? But time and time again, even the one he loves cannot be protected.
And at this moment, the magic palace.
Among the bamboo buildings.
Red candles were burning quietly on the table.
Everything around you feels hazy.
Ye Yunlan was lying on the bed, her pure white hair was scattered like snow, and her bright red dress was bright and beautiful.
He was drunk, his cheeks were slightly red, his golden eyes were blurred and scattered, and he was immersed in incense for a few days, and his whole body was as soft as water.
The Demon Venerable embraced him, and his hands slowly stroked his cheeks, like touching a piece of soft, hot snow.
"We are married, Master."
He said softly.
marry.
Ye Yunlan felt a little dazed about this word.
Demon Venerable loved him so much? With such a dazed, yet indulgent appearance, he lowered his head to taste him? His lips were moist and glossy.
Ye Yunlan let him kiss in confusion, the shadow of the Demon Lord reflected in his eyes, slowly becoming glittering, as if water was about to drip.
The dazed figure in front of him slowly overlapped with the figure in his memory.
So familiar.
Again... unfamiliar.
where is he
Why... be here
Demon Venerable: "What are you thinking??"
He shook his head, indicating that he wasn't thinking.
It's just that the brows are still slightly condensed, and the cheeks are flushed, like condensed fat.
Demon Venerable: "Master lied to me."
At this point, the other party's bloody eyes seemed to reveal a little gloomy brilliance, which overshadowed the original contented color, and turned into a hostility and coldness that did not look like a living person.
The pale and slender hand gently strangled his neck, the Demon Venerable lowered his head, bit his earlobe, and said in a low voice, "Don't lie to me."
Deep darkness spread over.
He was a little breathless, turned his head slightly, and wanted to avoid him, but the other party put his hand on his chin and kissed him more deeply to prevent him from running away.
The candles burned with a crackling sound.
The lingering fragrance lingers in the room, I don't know whether it is the fragrance of the outside world that floats in or emanates from the depths of the inner room. He melted like scalded snow, his long five fingers tightly grasped the quilt, and he was held again, and his fingers intertwined and interspersed.
Demon Venerable said dumbly: "Master is so warm."
The room was full of shadows, many vines crawling over the windowsills, woven into a web, twisting and stretching grotesquely. And let a denser net bind his whole person, teach him? It is difficult to curl up and there is nowhere to escape.
Warm tears flowed from the end of his eyes, soaking the white hair on his cheeks.
The wedding dress was thrown on the ground, and the pearl hairpins were scattered.
He looked around at the familiar furnishings.
In a trance, he seemed to have returned to the bamboo building of Tianzong.
It's like going to the cloud again. Or the surging seashore.
The memory began to become shattered and fragmented, and a white light exploded in front of him. In the fog, he trembled and said, "Enough..."
Demon Venerable said enough.
He shook his head with tears in his eyes, and bowed his head to the convenience and kissed his eyelids to remove the tears for him.
After that, he couldn't even make a sound.
His voice was hoarse as if the fire was burning, only the sound of the chains around his ears was clattering.
In a trance, many colorful pictures flashed across my mind.
He? It seems that he has returned to the fire in the secret realm many years ago, with flying sparks in front of him, and a heat wave swept across his cheeks.
He met the boy who was struggling to climb forward in the sea of fire, and saw the boy's unwilling eyes.
He flew over and wanted to save the other party, but was suddenly held tightly by the other party's hand and pulled into the sea of fire.
The flames were burning, licking his skin and body, burning him and burning him, letting him die in the fire and becoming a handful of ashes, so that they could be buried together.
They were buried together.
…
When I woke up again, it was early morning. Surrounded by familiar furnishings.
He blinked in confusion and looked at the world outside the window, thinking that he would see flowers and sunshine, but only saw a large swathe of bright red flowers on the other side, drenched like blood.
This is not Tianzong.
It's... the magic palace.
"Master, you are awake."
The body was still surrounded by people, and I heard the hoarse voice of the Demon Venerable.
He did not speak.
Mozun asked him gently, "Does Master feel okay?"
He still didn't want to speak, just closed his eyes.
very tired.
The body seemed to fall apart. I was so tired that I couldn't even lift my fingertips.
Demon Zun said: "The power of the furnace is not at one time. Yesterday, I was complacent. I will be more restrained in the future, and I will not let the master suffer again."
He approached his ear and coaxed in a low voice: "Master is not well, and he is not used to this. After a few more times, you will know the joy in it."
No.
He didn't want to know.
The Demon Venerable asked again, "Does Master feel hungry?" Then he touched his belly. The place was no longer flat, but bulged and bulged, and the Demon Venerable muttered with a low smile, "I forgot, I'm so full, and my spiritual power is full, so I won't be hungry? That's right."
"Shen Shu."
Ye Yunlan suddenly shouted in a low voice.
His voice was extremely hoarse, almost lost his voice.
Demon Venerable hugged him even tighter.
"Ok?"
Ye Yunlan murmured: "I am you after all... Master."
The Demon Venerable was silent for a while, hugged him and smiled.
"Master, have you forgotten? You and I have formed a bond, and now we are not only master and apprentice, but also an intimate husband and wife, life and death in the same boat."
… a contract.
There has been a bond between them.
Deed as a Taoist partner, life and death will never be separated.
This is the most solemn ceremony in the world of self-cultivation, and the most intimate relationship is concluded.
To him, it seemed like an absurd and grotesque dream.
The things that have never been completed in the previous life have been completed in this life, this time.
Seeing that he was silent, Mozun slowly tightened his arms, and suddenly said again.
"Since the master is not used to the relationship between us, then we will continue to get acquainted for a while."
Darkness covered.
The sunlight outside the window was blocked, along with the large red sea of flowers on the other side. Ye Yunlan was dragged and fell into the shadows again.
"They started to quarrel again," said Demon Venerable. "It's so noisy. Only Master is quieter here. It's warm and quiet."
He groaned.
Couldn't help but want to run away.
Just climbed out a few steps, was caught back again. After that, the strength that was barely accumulated was exhausted.
Time flies by in shatters, he? He doesn't know how long he's been in the dark.
Maybe one day, maybe ten days, maybe half a month.
Later, he was completely used to the other party's breath, and used to the other party's spiritual power rushing and flowing in his body.
Nirvana's uncompleted body absorbs the power passed on, and actually produces a kind of contented attachment.
When the darkness dissipated and the radiance came in from the window again, he had repeatedly gone from birth to death, and then from death to life again and again.
Demon Venerable finally let him go
He was picked up by the other party, tidied up his clothes, kissed his cheek again, and helped him to the mirror.
"Master may not know how beautiful he looks now."
The other side laughed lightly.
He? Looking at the man in the mirror.
The man's white hair was scattered, his eyes seemed to contain spring water, his cheeks were rosy, his chin was sharp, the red marks spread to his neck, and his white underclothes looked like crumpled snow.
Demon Venerable took the wooden comb and slowly helped him comb his hair.
"I never thought before that I can have today with Master."
Ye Yunlan looked at it blankly.
As if falling into a sweet dream.
The breath of the people behind him taught him? So familiar and nostalgic, it made him want to snuggle.
He felt very tired.
His limbs were still bound by dark chains that no one else could see, and the chains dragged on the ground and snaked into the darkness.
The chain in the bottom of my heart is still unsolved.
But he was too tired to think about it.
It just feels heavy.
There was a lot of stuff pressing down on his back, making it hard for him to breathe.
The Demon Venerable hugged him from behind.
"Why don't you speak." He said, "Obviously, the master's name was so pleasant before. What should I ask you to be called? What will you be called?. Why are you so silent now?"
Ye Yunlan's thin lips moved slightly, but still did not make a sound.
He has nothing to say.
The redness in Demon Venerable's eyes gradually deepened.
The coldness and hostility that didn't look like a living person spread from the bottom of his eyes again. With paranoia and madness.
Mozun put down the wooden comb in his hand and walked in front of him, "Master, look at me," he said.
These days, Ye Yunlan has been tossed so hard, his body has already reacted instinctively, he subconsciously looks up at him, his golden eyes are soft and empty.
Demon Venerable reached out and pinched his sharp jaw.
"Tell me, who is the me in front of you?"