[Quick Transmigration] Sick and delicate, don't beat me!

"I know." Luo Xuan nodded, "But we have to find a place to hide quickly."

Because not only were the nine suns in the sky basking in the sky, he also quickly understood the general background at this moment.

At this time, it's a mess.

Yin Luo looked around and saw a sea at the end of the east, and for some reason, that sea made him feel very close, so he quickly hugged his master and flew in that direction, "There is a sea over there!" , let’s go to the sea, it must be cool.”

Luo Xuan glanced in his direction, and suddenly said in surprise, "A sea of ​​blood? Are you stupid?"

I saw that there was indeed a sea in the distance, boundless, but it was blood-colored, the waves were surging, and there seemed to be endless grievances howling in it.

Yin Luo was taken aback when he heard the sound, and then took a closer look, what is a sea of ​​blood?

It is clearly the refreshing blue water, which makes people feel comfortable at a glance.

Luo Xuan's pupils narrowed sharply, staring at Yin Luo's face for a long time without moving, "You, you—" He indeed already knew where this was.

Because he has seen ancient legends in modern times, here, to put it mildly, is the place where the beautiful legends of Houyi shooting the sun and Chang'e flying to the moon took place.

On a larger scale, this place is prehistoric.

At this time, Nuwa created man, mankind flourished, Houyi and Chang'e were the stories of mankind, but the background was the second great catastrophe after Pangu created the world—the cataclysm of the Lich!

At this time, the Lich War has started, the demon clan is headed by Tianting Dijun, the father of the nine great suns in the sky, the Golden Crow, and the witch clan is headed by the twelve ancestor witches.

Because of this calamity, both Liches began to decline, but the human race, which was originally the most inconspicuous, began to flourish.

At that time, because Luo Xuan was too interested, he had read too many ancient books on this topic, and he also knew that behind the superficial lich war, several sages from the prehistoric world were secretly promoting it.

For example, Daozu Hongjun, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a chess player of heaven and earth.

Because he knew a lot, Luo Xuan also knew what that sea of ​​blood was.

That is also called the Styx.

The place where the resentment of the dead gathers, is bloody all the year round, and people in the wild can enter but cannot exit.

Legend has it that the Lord of the Sea of ​​Blood is called Yan Ming, and some people in the prehistoric world call him the Master of the Styx River. He holds a fire red lotus in his palm and creates Shura Dao. He is No. 1 among the prehistoric sages.

Except for the eyes of the Lord of the Blood Sea, Yan Ming, everyone looked at the Blood Sea, without exception.

But now, Yin Luo didn't seem to realize that the sea was blood-colored at all! ?

Yin Luo was a little puzzled by Luo Xuan's shock, and even his body was still heading in that direction, "Master, I feel that the sea seems to be pulling me in the dark, shall we go over and have a look?"

An astonishing guess quickly flashed through Luo Xuan's mind, and he heard his own voice go hoarse, "...Okay."

At this moment, he had an inexplicable premonition that he, not them, he and himself, were getting closer and closer to the truth of everything, so close!

As long as you take a step forward, you will understand the ins and outs of everything.

Luo Xuan was suddenly very nervous, silently clenched Yin Luo's hand.

As if aware of his nervousness, Yin Luo stopped and said in a gentle voice, "Master, if Master feels unwell, we won't go."

Luo Xuan leaned in his arms, raised his eyes slightly to look at him, and smiled at the corner of his mouth, "No, go, go now."

He didn't want to escape anything, it was just that he couldn't help being nervous.

But at this moment, he really wanted to know what happened between him and his old Gong.

...

The two of them had just approached the edge of the blood sea, and before they could make any movements, they saw a huge wave suddenly set off in the blood sea.

Amidst the tumbling waves, a huge vortex swirled towards him. Yin Luo subconsciously hugged Luo Xuan tightly. The next moment, a hurricane suddenly swept past the two of them, sucking them all into the vortex!

...

When Luo Xuan opened his eyes again, he was startled, and found himself lying on an extremely luxurious big bed at some point.

He remembered that when he entered the sea of ​​blood, he seemed to be struck by the resentment of the sea of ​​blood and passed out.

What about Yin Luo! ?

"Xuanxuan, are you awake?"

A low but somewhat unfamiliar voice sounded from the side. Luo Xuan turned his head in surprise, and saw a man with a sharp breath and a dark red blood robe suddenly appearing out of thin air beside the bed. Look at yourself with concern.

Luo Xuan couldn't help rubbing his forehead, frowned and said, "...Who are you?"

He didn't remember seeing this person, but there was a strange familiarity in his heart?

The man smiled softly and bent down towards him, "My name is Yan Ming."

Yan Ming! ?

Yan Ming, the Lord of the Sea of ​​Blood?

Before Luo Xuan's shock subsided, he saw that the man had already reached out to hold his hand, and let out a pleasant smile between his teeth, "Xuanxuan really hasn't changed at all, the first thing I said when I woke up, was the first time with us!" When the two worlds first met that night and woke up the next day, they were exactly the same."

Luo Xuan's eyes widened suddenly, his heartbeat quickened, and his surprise was unbelievable, and the hand held by Yan Ming trembled slightly, "You, you are!?"

Yan Ming smiled lowly, pulled him into his arms with a little force on his hands, and kissed his forehead lovingly, "I am Yin Luo, I am also Shen Qinglin, and I am the person who is with you in every world." .”

Luo Xuan was stunned for a long time before he finally came back to his senses, "Well, what's going on with all this?"

Yan Ming hugged him out of bed, sighed, "I'm afraid I can't explain a few words, I'll take you to meet someone first."

Luo Xuan asked suspiciously, "Who are you seeing?"

"Of course I'm here! Dear Xiao Hei~" Before the two of them could move, a voice pierced through the water of the sea of ​​blood, reached the palace at the bottom of the sea of ​​blood, and entered the ears of the two of them clearly.

Just hearing this voice, Luo Xuan felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy in his heart. He didn't even know why, but instantly thought of the mysterious national teacher Jidu in the second world.

He obviously didn't know what was going on, but a name came out from between his teeth, "Luo Hu!?"

But after finishing speaking, Luo Xuan was stunned, he didn't even know why such a name popped up in his mind.

That voice quickly became softer and more joyful, "Xiao Hei lost his memory and still remembers my name, I am so touched~" Luo Xuan has dead fish eyes, can I refuse the title of Xiao Hei =_= Yan Ming hugged Luo Xuan tightly, and sent a voice beyond the sea of ​​blood, "Where are you?"

Luo Xuan's memory was sealed by him, and only he can unseal it for Xuan Xuan.

It's not that Yan Ming didn't think about it before Luo Xuan woke up, it's okay if Xuan Xuan doesn't remember the past, just doesn't remember the conflict between them.

But in a blink of an eye, it occurred to me that Xuanxuan is still using the body of Mo Lian, the master of the cultivation world. If he does not recover his memory for a long time, and cannot return to his original appearance, the mere body of the cultivation world may close for tens of thousands of years with this saint. How long can the ancient prehistoric world last?

This is not a long-term solution.

And he also wanted to find the real Luo Xuan.

He also believed that even if he regained his memory, he and Xuanxuan had experienced so much, Xuanxuan couldn't just have a conflict with him because of that little thing back then, right?

The other party's voice was full of disgust, "Your sea is not dirty, I don't want to get a little dirty, of course it is outside the blood sea."

Yan Ming didn't argue with him, hugged Luo Xuan tightly, turned around and disappeared in place.

Almost at the same time, a cluster of lights lit up on the edge of the sea of ​​blood, and Yan Ming and Luo Xuan appeared here. Sure enough, Luo Hu was standing there, followed by another man who didn't say a word.

The sense of familiarity in his heart became stronger and stronger, and Luo Xuan couldn't help but look at the two of them. This was a black-clothed, black-haired man with an unusually coquettish appearance. The smile on the corner of his mouth made one's heart tremble uncontrollably at a glance.

The ferocious and killing aura rolled around his body, as if it was real, but behind him was a man whose aura was incompatible with him and could even be called the complete opposite.

The man was dressed in a crimson purple Taoist robe, and his snowy hair was in half a bunch. Just like his snowy hair, his face was cold and expressionless.

And his appearance and clothes... made Luo Xuan, who had read countless ancient books and legends, a flash of inspiration, Daoist Hongjun!

At this time, the master behind the lich catastrophe, Daozu Hongjun!

The iconic purple dress and white hair, there is no second one in the whole prehistoric world!

And Luo Hu, the demon ancestor Luo Hu, in the prehistoric legends, didn't it say that he and Taoist Hongjun were born and sworn enemies?

What's the situation now?

In short, these two people...what a strange combination =_= Luo Xuan secretly complained, and the next second, Luo Hu rushed towards him with a stride, and suddenly hugged him into his arms, "Xiao Hei, you want to die This seat is here!"

"open!"

One word, but two voices in unison.

The moment Yan Ming pulled Luo Xuan back, the man in the purple robe and white hair couldn't help but pull Luo Hu into his arms, the coldness on his face cracked, and his gaze towards the man in his arms was full of warning.

Luo Hu smiled softly, "Look at how nervous you all are~ Yan Ming, don't forget, Xiao Hei is from this seat, and he still follows this seat's surname Luo~" Yan Ming looked at him coldly, " He is mine now, you are at most his natal family."

Luo Xuan was a little confused about the situation, but he understood the sentence, and subconsciously retorted, "My husband's family!"

Yanming/Luohu/Hongjun: "..."

Seeing the expressions of the three of them, Luo Xuan realized that there was still something wrong, so he quickly made amends. He pointed at Yanming, "I mean, it's your in-law's family."

Luo Hu chuckled, and waved at Luo Xuan Yuanyuan, "Xiao Hei, come on, that villain behind you is a villain who bullied you, have you forgotten that you once begged me to help you avoid him? Come, come quickly!"

Before Yan Ming could get angry, Hong Jun had already slapped his restless hands, "Hurry up and get down to business, we have to go back to Zixiao Palace."

Luo Hu raised his eyebrows, with a reluctant expression, "Okay~" Then Luo Xuan watched him raise his hand, and a ray of black and purple light flew out from between his eyebrows, toward the Rahu's direction drifted past.

Luo Xuan subconsciously felt the aura of the light ball, as if it was... System 110! ?

Before he had time to think deeply, in the next second, Luo Xuan felt his world spinning, and his eyes were plunged into darkness.

Yan Ming caught his body quickly with his eyes and hands, and looked at Luo Hu worriedly, "This is—" "Don't worry," Luo Hu weighed the black and purple light ball in his palm, "I can still harm him , When he wakes up, he will remember everything."

Yan Ming nodded and said sincerely, "Thank you."

Although it was indeed Luo Hu who sealed Luo Xuan's memory back then, Yan Ming also had to admit that if Luo Xuan hadn't lost his memory and went to the small world for a while, he might never be enlightened.

Yan Ming couldn't forget Luo Xuan who ran away as soon as he saw him, as if seeing a beast of prey.

Don't talk about being together, that means not even giving yourself a chance to say a word.