After the Cannon Fodder's Rebirth

He Ziming lived very peacefully in the following days. If he neglected the part where he had to act in front of Yunhua, it could almost be said that the piano was playing harmoniously, and the years were quiet and peaceful.

But He Ziming knew in his heart that this brief peace was only temporary.

After Nie Yao seized the power of the Demon God, there must be a fierce battle between him and Yunhua before he was 24 years old.

There is no other reason, but it is because Nie Yao and Yunhua only have half souls, and neither of them can bear the power of the tyrannical demon god. There are only two endings, either the two are completely merged into one to restore a complete soul, or the souls fly away and the two bodies return to chaos.

Nie Yao is now the power to seize the demon god, three out of twenty, and the age of 24 is imminent.

He has gradually been able to feel that his body can't support the tyrannical magic power, and his life is drying up and melting bit by bit...

Nie Yao didn't want to die, so he could only keep looking for the reason.

He didn't know that the reason why he couldn't bear the power of the demon god was that his soul was lacking, but he guessed through the ancient books of the magic way that his mortal body couldn't bear the power of the demon god, and he wanted to restore the demon god who belonged to the reincarnation of the demon god through the forbidden technique. In order to restore the body of the dragon, one must first take back several magical weapons that were cast from the dismemberment of the dragon's body and sealed by various sects.

Therefore, in order to be able to survive and better withstand the power of the demon god, Nie Yao, the new Demon Lord of the Northern Darkness, led the six sects of the Demonic Way to formally declare war on the sects that possessed magical weapons.

Fuyao Xianzong is also in line.

The war between immortals and demons is about to break out.

As No. 1 in the world of comprehension, Master Yunhua led all the immortal sects to fight against the six demon sects led by Nie Yao, but no matter how long he lived, his essence was a demon and he was imprisoned. Now he has seized half of the power of the Demon God, and is also the opponent of Nie Yao, the reincarnation of the Demon Lord.

Nie Yao severely wounded Yunhua, and all the sects of the Immortal Dao retreated, but they were resolutely unwilling to give in and hand over any magic weapon.

Nie Yao was furious and put down his harsh words, if the major immortal sects refused to hand over any of the magic weapons within a month, they would bring blood from the six sects of the magic way to wash the major immortal sects.

Ever since Nie Yao led the Six Sects of Demonic Dao to kill the various immortal gates, He Ziming has always avoided confrontation and contact with Nie Yao.

However, Yunhua was severely injured and nearly died in a coma. As a Taoist companion, He Ziming had to go to the extremely cold peak very close to the gathering place of the demon cultivators to find the ten-thousand-year snow lotus grass that Yunhua needed to heal his injuries.

He Ziming got the Snow Lotus Grass with great effort and nearly died. Before he could be happy, he didn't expect to attract a large number of demon cultivators.

He Ziming knew that this place was very close to Moxiu's camp, so he immediately used the teleportation array to send away the Snow Lotus Immortal Grass without waiting for Moxiu to arrive.

Knowing that the Snow Lotus Immortal Grass was sent to Fuyao's hands, before He Ziming had time to slow down, the demon cultivator came.

"I knew that I had severely damaged Immortal Venerable Yunhua, and someone from the Righteous Immortal Sect would come to seek this snow lotus fairy grass to heal his wounds, so I squatted here to guard him. I didn't expect that the person who came was you, disciple Fuyao—— Gu Changming." The demonic aura was strong, but it was the Demon Lord Nie Yao who came in person.

He Ziming knew that he was no longer his opponent now, so he lowered his eyes and didn't look at him, he just took the opportunity to escape.

Nie Yao looked at him with a smile, gloomy and fearful: "I don't want to, you are a pious, perfidious person who treats Immortal Yunhua with some genuine affection, but you sneaked into the vicinity of my territory to find the fairy grass of snow lotus. "

He Ziming took the opportunity to escape.

However, Nie Yao suddenly shot out and turned into a cloud of pitch-black demonic energy, directly dispelling He Ziming's mana, imprisoning him without even looking at him, treating him like some disgusting and dirty ants, maggots: "Since Come, don’t think about leaving. You, the Taoist companion of the first immortal, should still be worth a magic weapon.”

He Ziming didn't say a word.

Nie Yao turned into a puff of magic smoke and took He Ziming back to the magic cave.

He wanted to exchange He Ziming with the various immortal sects for magic weapons.

Until he finds that person, sees that person, and explains clearly to that person, he still doesn't want to die, so he has to live, get eight magic weapons, restore the body of the demon god to withstand the power of the demon god.

Eight magic weapons are indispensable.

Nie Yao originally thought that with He Ziming's identity and Yunhua's importance and status to the various sects, it would be easy to exchange He Ziming for a magic weapon.

I don't want to, but the major immortal sects rejected Nie Yao's exchange terms on the grounds of justice and common people as if they had negotiated.

In disguise, Yun Xuzi, the head of Fuyao, made a decision to sacrifice Gu Changming.

Nie Yao was furious, and turned into smoke and flew to the prison where He Ziming was imprisoned, and he lifted He Ziming's chin: "I originally wanted the great immortal sects to exchange you with a magic weapon, but they are really picky, but I don’t even want to take out a magic weapon for you. Now, you are useless to me, senior brother.”

"How are you doing?" He Ziming remained motionless, neither sad nor happy, his eyes were indifferent as if he were dead.

He never told Nie Yao that he was the man in the mask. In his eyes, since the day Nie Yao fell into the devil, the friendship between them had been severed.

Nie Yao almost crushed He Ziming's jaw, but He Ziming remained motionless: "What about me? Since you can seduce your master with your beauty, you must be very lewd to become the No. 1 Taoist companion of the Immortal Gate, but Presumably you are so pretentious and look down on the Taoist cultivators who have never had sex with demon cultivators. Our promiscuous tricks are also very powerful. If you try it, let the world see that you have crowned Yunhua Immortal Venerable A green hat is great."

Nie Yao stared at him, let go of his chin, but snapped his fingers.

Immediately, countless demon cultivators of lust jumped out of the prison, and surrounded He Ziming who was bound by iron chains.

Nie Yao looked at him with interest.

However, He Ziming remained motionless, allowing all kinds of male and female demon cultivators to attack him, but he was unmoved, his heart was as still as water.

He Ziming knew that Moxiu's methods were dirty, and from the moment he fell into Moxiu's hands, he was ready to be humiliated and die.Even if he loses his body before death and adds something else, it is nothing to him.

Nie Yao looked at him with indifferent eyes, and even at this point, he still maintained a cold and indifferent appearance. His Adam's apple moved slightly, but there was a fire of ignorance in his heart, and he was very bored. He Ziming worked his hands up and down, and Moxiu, who had already stripped most of his clothes, disappeared without a trace.

He looked at He Ziming contemptuously, and his words were sarcasm: "As an immortal and Taoist companion, there is a demon cultivator who is trying to do something to you, but you don't change your face and don't know how to struggle to defend your chastity. You really have no morals at all, and are extremely filthy. "

"I'm not the Demon Lord's opponent, so what's the use of struggling and resisting? Didn't I follow the Demon Lord's wishes and let the Demon Lord read the joke, which further satisfied my desire to humiliate and despise me." He Ziming was still breathing, but what he said His words were cold, as if he was dead.

Nie Yao felt bored seeing his reluctance, waved his hands, and said, "That's right, brother, even if he is a Daoist, he must be as accustomed to it as a demon cultivator, and he doesn't care about it. I have never been able to torture my brother with this, don't worry, I still have means... Gu Changming, I have never forgotten what you have done to me, and I will repay you today."

Nie Yao hated Gu Changming.

Even if he really can't resort to dirty tricks, and can't resort to what he planned to have other demon cultivators gang-rape and humiliate Gu Changming, there are still thousands of tricks waiting for He Ziming.

He Ziming was trapped in the devil's cave for half a month, and suffered all the sufferings that Nie Yao had suffered back then. First, he was cut off by Nie Yao, destroying his spiritual roots, tendons, and abolishing his cultivation. ...The whole body has lost a layer of skin, dying, almost dead...

In this world, as a double-S level quest world quester, he can't choose to adjust and avoid pain, which means that all the torment and pain are firmly on He Ziming's body.

He Ziming was tortured for half a month, and he didn't even dare to look at the system. Looking at his miserable host, the mechanical sound of the entire system began to tremble, and asked, "Host... are you okay?"

It is really afraid that its host, this world society, will be killed alive before completing its mission.

"It's okay, I can now understand what it was like for Nie Yao to fall into the hands of Yun Xuzi and the other great immortal sects that day, ahem." He Ziming was beaten to death, vomiting blood while speaking, but still in the mood to joke with the system .

Seeing him like this, the system not only didn't relax, but became more and more tense. It always felt that the host was being tortured and stupid: "Master, host, are you really okay? Why don't we give up the mission and keep going like this?" I think you are going to be tortured to death by Nie Yao, these methods of tormenting people by demon cultivators are really... really strange."

"If I say it's okay, then it's okay. The mission is almost done. Why give up on the mission?" He Ziming refused without thinking.

But the system is still worried: "But you... I think you should quickly think of a way to save yourself, or explain to Nie Yao that you are a masked person. Otherwise, even if you can survive this purgatory torture, Gu Changming's My body can't hold it anymore."

"I won't reveal my identity to Nie Yao, there are so many bad people." He Ziming said.

The system was in a hurry: "But..."

He felt that his host was really going to kill the task target this time.

"Don't worry, I... I have already made arrangements." He Ziming couldn't hold his breath, and was extremely weak.

The system looked at his appearance when he said this, but didn't quite believe it: "Are... are you sure? Host."

"Liu Xi, I buried the line of Gu Changming's admirer Liu Xi. Liu Xi knows Gu Changming's identity as a masked man, and also knows the relationship between Gu Changming and Nie Yao." Although He Ziming was dying, his thinking logic was still very clear: " Now that the major immortal sects have given up the exchange of magic weapons to save me on the grounds of the greatness of the world and justice, I will not be able to please me if I fall into Nie Yao's hands. Liu Xi, who knows all the truth, will definitely go to Demon Realm and say to Nie Yao Tell the truth and save me."

He vomited another mouthful of blood, and said slowly, "He's coming soon. When he comes, Nie Yao knows the truth. These injuries are on my body, but they will also hurt on his heart."

"As for now, I have crippled his spiritual root cultivation, and now he has crippled mine, so the bento is repaid, ahem." He Ziming said.

system:"……"

It is simply stunned by the host who can bother to design the layout in such a chaotic plot.