Ye Yunlan was hugged by Demon Venerable and listened to the other party talking in his ear all the time.
"Sorry."
The other party's voice was a little hoarse.
And Ye Yunlan was very tired.
Most of the spiritual energy of the meridians in the body has flowed into the body of the Demon Venerable, making him too lazy to even lift a finger. It is even more difficult to respond to the words of the Demon Venerable.
The Demon Venerable came over, kissed his lips carefully, and fed him another sip of spiritual liquid that replenished his spiritual energy.
There was some twisted and blurred light in those bloody eyes, like the blood-colored sky after being washed by the rain. It was also as if the traveler who saw the bright lights in the long night was much better than the previous appearance of corpses full of wrath.
The other party rubbed his wrist, which was scarred by the chains, to dissolve the blood on it for him.
Then he hugged him again, sending the spiritual power back into his body one after another.
This time, the other party remembered to run the exercises.
The yin and yang go hand in hand, and the cycle goes back and forth.
Ye Yunlan felt that her fatigue had eased a little.
He took a deep breath, raised his hand with difficulty, and stroked Demon Venerable's face.
The boy's face no longer had the childishness of his youth, but at this moment, he could still vaguely see a little bit of stubbornness and innocence that remained in his youth.
The facial features are handsome and deep, and it is not much different from the face he once imagined under the mask of Demon Venerable.
They were the same person.
Although they had different experiences, they also walked in front of him and walked into his silent and uninhabited world.
Warm spiritual power was poured into the meridians, Ye Yunlan felt as if he was immersed in hot spring water, and his whole body softened like water.
There was a thin sweat on his forehead.
His golden eyes shone like water.
He said, “… Enough is enough.”
It's just that Mozun did not stop running the exercises, but stubbornly hugged him and said: "Master's body is already weak, and this time he has paid a lot for me, I just want to help Shizun to add more?" Let you and I both be able to perform perfectly.”
"Master Fangcai? The exercise has run for one round, and now... at least ten rounds."
Ye Yunlan closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and scolded in a low voice, "Crazy."
The Demon Venerable said dumbly.
"The Immortal Chief is a mortal general? I will be transformed, and now I only wish to serve the Immortal Chief for a long time and do the work of dogs and horses."
His eyes were stubborn and pious.
Ye Yunlan gasped, unable to speak.
If all the servants under the Immortal Throne looked like him, then a few immortals would be able to withstand being chased by mad dogs every day. I'm afraid that the dog will be stewed and slaughtered so that the hatred in his heart can be relieved.
That is, he raised this mad dog with his own hands, so that he could tolerate him... so presumptuous in front of his eyes.
He raised his hand to cover his eyes.
The Demon Venerable leaned in and smelled the aroma in his hair, and seemed to be a little crazy.
Mad Dog started licking his cheeks again, wet breath on his neck.
He instinctively wanted to hide from the side, but what? He had no strength in his hands and feet, and could only be held by him and act recklessly.
After a while, Mozun's state alternated between being awake and insane.
When he is awake, he hugs him and says "I'm sorry", and when he is crazy, he licks like a mad dog. However, he still remembered to run the exercises, and he didn't need to remind him again.
The boy who was rescued by him at the beginning has been shattered and torn apart in more than 30 years, and the Demon Venerable can no longer remember the original appearance of the world, nor can he remember his original appearance.
But Ye Yunlan still remembered.
After hesitating for a long time, he finally reached out and hugged the remaining fragments of the other party in the world, trying to piece him together.
It may be successful, or it may never go back to the past.
But no matter what?, there is still a long time after them.
…
Dongzhou Tianzong.
Helanze is processing the letter.
Ever since Yin Ling contacted various sects and sects in the Taoist sect in his name, the letter paper has been sent like snowflakes. It can be seen that for more than 30 years, Daomen has accumulated deep resentments against the Demon Domain.
He Lanze frowned, raising his head from time to time to look at the window.
The dark clouds above Wangyun Peak have lasted for a month without dispersing.
This is not unusual.
In the past, Qi Yun-jun was seriously injured and disappeared for three years. And this time the catastrophe seems to be even bigger than the catastrophe of mortal transformation. Whether Qi Yunjun can survive it is unknown.
He Lanze had some ominous feelings in his heart, but he didn't dare to think deeply.
Just as he didn't dare to think deeply, Ye Yunlan, who was forcibly married by the Demon Lord, was abused by the Demon Lord in the Demon Palace at this moment.
Suddenly, the ban outside his cave was touched.
The person who walked in was dressed in red and had heroic and beautiful facial features. It was Yin Ling.
Yin Ling: "It's late at night, Senior Brother Helan is still busy?"
He Lanze put down the pen and paper in his hand, rubbed his eyebrows, and said, "You must be busy. The Demon Exorcism Conference will be held soon, and all sects and sects will send disciples to discuss the crusade against Demon Venerable. We are running out of time. What? Besides, Junior Brother Ye…”
He stopped talking and said nothing.
It's just the worry between his eyes.
Yin Ling has the same worry as him. Not only her, but also many sect disciples in the sect who had received Ye Yunlan's kindness, as well as various monks in the sect who were obsessed with Ye Yunlan.
"There are more virgins and babies missing around the Demon Realm, and now there are probably nearly 10,000. The people in the Demon Realm don't know what they are planning." Yin Ling said, "It is rumored that they were so maddened by the instructions of the Demon Lord. "
He Lanze's voice was cold, "That beast? He has done a lot of similar things in the past few years. Demons are inhuman, so don't look at him with ordinary people's eyes."
Yin Lingdao: "I also heard that that fellow fell into the devil's way? After that, his temperament became unpredictable and unpredictable, and a person as noble as the frost and snow like Junior Brother Ye may not be willing to submit to and acquiesce. Over the years, how has he been in the hands of that fellow? life-saving…”
A look of pain flashed across Helanze's face, and he said solemnly, "Now we can only do what we can do to save Junior Brother Ye from the sea of misery as soon as possible."
"Brother said yes." Yin Ling slightly put away the worry on her face, "I came to my brother's cave this time to ask about the Demon Domain Great Array. Back then, Demon Venerable sent out invitations for the wedding banquet to Dao. The various sects can be described as arrogant and arrogant. There are many colleagues who are close to the Demon Realm. They all rushed to the Demon Realm, but they were all blocked by the big formation. It can be seen that the Demon Venerable is not really wanting to entertain the righteous people, but just playing around with this. I'll wait, declare possession, and make the righteous path lose face. Looking at it now, in order to crusade the Demon Venerable, we must first destroy the Demon Domain Great Array."
She hesitated for a moment, then said: "Senior Brother Helan, I know a lot of fellow practitioners who have attained in formations. If necessary, I can write a letter and invite them to the Demon Slayer Conference to discuss together. The method of breaking the formation."
He Lanze said: "Alright. You can write to get in touch first. I have also contacted the Momen disciples here. When it comes to formation techniques, I am afraid that there is no other sect in the world that is more proficient than Momen. In addition, now Pavilion Master Tianji has already sent a letter, saying that they have mastered the way to deal with Demon Venerable, and if Demon Venerable can enter the urn smoothly, they don't even need the help of mortal monks. Now we just wait for the conference to be held and gather the right way? You can start the crusade against the Demon Realm."
"Is that so..." Yin Ling's expression was still a little bit worried, she looked up at the sky outside the window, "Although the formation does not need the help of mortal monks, but if the suzerain has not left the customs by then, will we? Or do you need to think before you plan?”
He Lanze asserted: "I can't wait any longer! The humiliation that Junior Brother Ye has suffered over the years is not what he should have suffered. You also know how much the rumors have reached in the outside world. How can a person like Junior Brother Ye be? I have suffered a lot of grievances in vain. The devil rises and the Tao disappears, and the extremes will reverse, and now it is time for the Taoist gate to make a change."
Yin Ling: "Senior brother also said..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly heard a loud thunder outside the window.
He Lanze stood up abruptly from his seat, and saw the distant horizon, an incomparably thick thunder and lightning slashed straight down towards Wangyun Peak. This thunder tribulation has been brewing for a long time, and it is frightening just to look at it. Immediately, there was a huge thunderous sound that resounded throughout the Tianzong.
The white light will cover the person's field of vision, and after the white light, the top of Wangyun Peak has been completely scorched black.
The perennial snowstorm has disappeared, and the black ashes in the sky are mixed with broken peach petals.
And the gloomy sky that had enveloped the entire Tianzong for more than a month began to clear up.
The thunderstorm is over.
He Lanze had already stood up with his sword and ran towards Wangyun Peak.
Faster than him was Deputy Sect Master Cheng Zixu.
Cheng Zixu restrained his usual hippie smile and looked a little condensed.
Seeing that the gate of Yuntian Palace was open, someone slowly walked out of it.
The silver hair crown on Qi Yunjun's head has been spread out, the white hair is scattered behind him, the crane cloak is stained with blood, and there is a broken sword in his hand.
The moment he saw the broken sword, Cheng Zixu snorted in his heart.
That is the Taiqing Duer Sword.
No one knows better than him what the breaking of the natal sword means to the sword cultivator.
He originally thought that when Jun Qi Yun asked him about the Dao of Extreme Love, it was just a joke when he was bored in retreat.
Although his senior brother never joked.
However, now that the thunder robbery has stopped, his senior brother has not fallen to his death except for the appearance of injuries. He seems to have succeeded from the ruthless Dao? to the Extreme Love Dao
But Cheng Zixu had no way of imagining a brother who cultivated extreme affection.
It was as terrifying as seeing a crow swimming and a sow climbing a tree.
But what? Thriller, that person is his own senior brother.
So the footsteps hurried past.
Then he saw that Xi Yun-jun's pale pupils seemed to be a little hollow, and his expression was also a little dazed.
Not right.
Whether it is ruthless way
Could it be that there was something wrong with his brother's cultivation
That's right, the transformation of the ruthless way and the extreme affection way is completely opposite. His senior brother is crazy to dare to do this, and he can't say anything if he steps too fast.
Cheng Zixu is very careful about people who are suspected of going crazy.
Then he heard his senior brother's hoarse voice, saying word by word.
"Floating, Tu, Tower..."
Cheng Zixu was very puzzled.
The Buddha Pagoda was born far away in Xizhou. What does it have to do with their Tianzong
But then something even scarier happened
His senior brother, who had never cried or laughed since he was a child, had no expression on his face, his eyes blinked slightly, and something rolled out of it.
Cheng Zixu was close enough to see clearly.
It was a tear.