After the demon king failed to beg for death

It has been half a year since the vigorous battle of Nether Valley, and peace has been restored in the human world.

There were countless casualties in this battle between humans and demons, and because of the demon corpses that appeared in the early stage, too many people died. It can be said to be the biggest disaster in the millennium.

After the gate of the demon domain is sealed, without the maintenance of demon energy, no new demon corpses will appear.

The demon corpses that had been infected in the past were also gradually eliminated, everything gradually became normal, and the lives of the people gradually became peaceful.

People began to rebuild their homes and unite to cheer up.

Restaurants and shops opened one after another, and each town set up a stronghold of the nearby Zongmen to protect the people in the city.

All in all, things are going in a good direction.

And in this battle of the Underworld Valley, the most famous ones are the Nether Patriarch Li Chen and the former Demon Lord Fu Ling.

"If you want to talk about Demon Lord Fu Ling, he was a celebrity who was famous in the cultivation world 120 years ago. Everyone knew that he was dead, but no one expected that he would appear at this last moment."

"The flying sand and rocks, the sky was full of dark clouds, and demon corpses danced in groups. There was a scene of panic everywhere. This Demon Venerable Fu Ling descended from the sky holding the Chuqi sword. With one sword, he overturned a group of demon corpses and saved everyone's lives."

The storyteller was full of enthusiasm, and when he spoke excitedly, his face turned red.

Someone from below asked: "Isn't this Fu Ling a big devil? How could he do such a thing?"

As soon as the storyteller mentioned this, he first sighed leisurely: "This is a long story, this Fu Ling Mozun is not only not a bad person, but also a righteous man with the world in mind. He can predict what will happen next, and listen to tomorrow break down."

Everyone is looking forward to the follow-up, and will meet again at the restaurant tomorrow.

Fu Ling, who was sitting on the second floor, rubbed his ears, feeling a little hot.

After being scolded for so many years, he was already used to numbness. When he heard someone say this suddenly, let alone his ears, his cheeks and neck were faintly red, and he began to feel hot.

"This is too exaggerated. What fell from the sky, this storyteller is too good at making up, can you be more realistic."

Li Chen was sitting opposite him, holding a glass of wine, couldn't help but chuckled and said: "The people are always yearning for the legends of these heroes, life is too hard, and they always need such a hero to inspire everyone to move forward, and... I don't think it's an exaggeration at all."

Fu Ling: "You also make fun of me."

Li Chen: "Tell the truth."

Before coming out, the two spent more than two months rearranging Mingshi Mountain properly.

Although Mingshi Mountain had been prepared for this outbreak of demon corpses, it also suffered a lot of losses, and the disciples in the mountain also suffered casualties.

Fu Ling and Li Chen specially held a mourning service for these dead disciples, and invited the master to perform the method of superseding, and properly arranged for the families of these disciples.

If it is said that he didn't believe in reincarnation before, but once he was reborn, Fu Ling took a fancy to these things, and believed that if he was sincere, he would be happier in the next life.

Although Li Chen was not as good as him, he followed Fu Ling's wishes and did everything meticulously.

When the old disciples of Mingshi Mountain saw the returning old lord, tears welled up in their eyes.

The old lord is also their teacher and father, and it is a great relief to see them again.

In the end, Fu Ling held a big banquet, first to reward the disciples in the mountain for their hard work these days, and secondly to reunite with Mingshi Mountain and draw the disciples closer.

Although everything was kept simple because of the demon corpse, the table was also placed from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain.

Everyone chatted and sang about the wine. Fu Ling took the wine glass and drank from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain. He drank a lot of wine, and finally got drunk and was carried back by Li Chen.

Everyone is very happy.

After everything was settled properly, Fu Ling planned to go back to Xuantianzong.

At first, Fu Ling liked the books in the small yard on the top of Beihai Mountain, and planned to go back and remove all the books in Li Chen's room.

Secondly, he planned to build a tomb for Luo Xuan on the top of Beihai Mountain.

No matter what happened to this person, he was the one who gave Fu Ling another chance, and Luo Xuan's body had already merged with the formation that sealed off the Demon Realm, not even a corpse was left behind, so he set up a tomb as a memory.

Thinking of it, there is no place more suitable than Xuantianzong.

Because they were not in a hurry, they took this road at a leisurely pace, and the two of them even took care of a lot of demon corpses.

Now the number of demon corpses is very small, and because there are sect disciples stationed in every town, the life of the people is relatively stable.

This time he was resurrected. Fu Ling originally planned to use the face-changing technique to hide himself.

But he never expected that he, the demon king whom everyone feared before, somehow became a great hero among the people.

This journey is almost full of praise and admiration, and no one calls him a devil again.

Fortunately, this is 120 years later, and there are not many people who know his appearance, otherwise, I am afraid that people will be surrounded by people all the way.

The two stopped and stopped for more than half a month before arriving at Xuantianzong's feet.

Fu Ling looked at the sky, it was already evening.

"Let's settle down at the foot of this mountain today and see what's going on around us, how about it?"

Li Chen naturally followed him and agreed on everything.

The two stayed at the inn at the foot of the mountain.

Fu Ling used to like to wear black clothes, because black clothes can hide wounds and bloodstains, so that others can't see his weakness.

Now he likes white clothes, probably because of Li Chen's influence, he feels that this white shirt also has a special flavor.

His hair, which was tied up casually in the past, is now taken care of specially for him.

The first thing Li Chen does when he wakes up every day is to tie his hair. The strands of hair pass through his fingers, and then he grabs them bit by bit and tie them up. This is probably his favorite thing to do every day.

At least the current Fu Ling walked out, looking like a handsome young man, no one would have guessed that this was the former Demon Lord.

Li Chen was never willing to settle for going out with Fu Ling, he wanted to stay in the best inn, the room must be Tianzi, the largest and most spacious, even all the bedding in the room would be changed by him and he would take it with him.

Looking at his busy figure, Fu Ling was peeling an orange in his hand, and muttered, "The things in this inn look quite new, aren't you tired after so much tossing around?"

This person still doesn't like to use spells, so he wants to replace it by himself, remove it bit by bit, and re-lay it.

He loves to do housework so much, he is really a good man who must be at home.

Li Chen spread the quilt, turned around and walked to Fu Ling, bent down and took the half-eaten orange from his lips, and stole a kiss, licking all the sweet orange juice from his lips, He said softly: "It's better to bring it with my own hands than anything else. After all, your body has been frozen for so many years, so it's better to take care of it."

Fu Ling paused, his cheeks were slightly red.

Even though the two had already met each other frankly and communicated in depth for so long, every time Li Chen teased him, his face would still blush and his heart would beat faster.

The man always had a way of getting him flustered.

Fu Ling stuffed another orange into his mouth and turned away, unwilling to let him see his blushing.

Otherwise, the bed sheet must be changed again. He is really experienced in this journey, otherwise it would not have been delayed for so long.

After everything was sorted out, Li Chen took Fu Ling downstairs for dinner and took a stroll around the foot of Xuantianzong Mountain.

The two of them have already fasted, but eating is like a family ritual, three meals a day, as long as they have time, they will not miss it.

The foot of Xuantianzong's mountain has already recovered its vitality, but because of the heavy casualties, the population has dropped sharply, and the streets at night are cold and lonely.

Those who survived were all those who were rescued in time by Xuantianzong.

Fu Ling dragged Li Chen to a steaming wonton stand, sat down, and ordered two bowls of wonton.

"Real gourmet food doesn't have to be found in restaurants and tea houses. This small stall is also very fragrant."

The wonton seller is an elderly woman.

Although he was old, his hands and feet were quite nimble, and he quickly served two bowls of delicious wontons.

The smell wafted out, and before it got colder, Fu Ling couldn't wait to take a sip, and exclaimed: "Old woman, your wontons are really good."

The old lady smiled and said, "I have been selling wontons for almost 40 years, and this is the only skill I can still do."

Fu Ling looked around: "Why are you here alone?"

Speaking of this, the old woman sighed: "My grandson and my wife are the only ones left in this family. If it wasn't for this child..."

As she was talking, the old woman had tears in her eyes, so she didn't say any more.

It is impossible to calculate how many families have been destroyed by this demon corpse disaster. Those who are alive are both lucky and unlucky.

They have to spend the rest of their lives with the thoughts of the dead, which is not a kind of torture.

Fu Ling fell silent, and couldn't help thinking, if he hadn't come back to life, what would have happened to Li Chen?

He looked up at the man across from him.

Li Chen was scooping up a few wontons from his own bowl and putting them into Fu Ling's bowl: "Eat more if you like it, I don't like these things very much."

How lucky he is to be able to be reborn again, God treats him well.

The old woman wiped her tears and said with a smile: "Why are you telling me these things? Since you are alive, you should live well. Life must go forward, right? My grandson lives in Xuantianzong now. I don't have to worry about eating and drinking. Really. I am so grateful to these fairies.”

Fu Ling was slightly taken aback, how could this old man Bi Yuanqing be so kind to take in these orphans?

While he was in a daze, he suddenly heard a familiar calling.

"Ancestor?"

The voice gradually approached.

"It's really Patriarch Nether, you've come back."

Bi Zeyu was wearing Xuantianzong's blue uniform, followed by a dozen or so disciples, patrolling around.

But he didn't expect to run into two people who were eating and drinking.

Bi Zeyu approached, stood up straight, and gave a big gift to Li Chen.

Li Chen looked at him: "I am no longer your ancestor."

Bi Zeyu naturally knew his true identity.

Not only him, but the entire cultivation world knows that Xuantianzong's Nether Patriarch is Li Chen, the Demon Lord of Mingshi Mountain.

But so what?

Bi Zeyu said respectfully: "In Zeyu's heart, you will always be the ancestor of Xuantianzong. Not only Zeyu, but all the disciples of Xuantianzong are looking forward to your return."

Li Chen didn't answer, but took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, and wiped the corners of Fu Ling's mouth with his hand.

Everyone turned to look at Fu Ling.

Bi Zeyu couldn't help looking at it, and he always felt very familiar.

But I have never seen it myself.

He asked: "This senior... is it?"

Fu Ling joked: "Why, you don't know me anymore after half a year's absence?"

This tone, this tone, is clearly...

Bi Zeyu's eyes widened, and he said incredulously, "You are... Luo Xuan... No, Demon Lord Fu Ling?"

Fu Ling smiled and motioned him that he guessed right.

Bi Zeyu was stunned, not only him, but the group of people behind him were also stunned.

This is Demon Lord Fu Ling, the living Demon Lord Fu Ling, it is said that this Demon Lord sacrificed himself to save others! ! !

Looking at these heads, Fu Ling looked at him as if seeing a monster, and twitched the corners of his mouth: "You are still young, it's normal not to recognize me."

Bi Zeyu never thought that Luo Xuan, whom he despised, was Demon Lord Fu Ling, and before he even found a chance to apologize to him, Luo Xuan had already turned into a large formation, guarding the Valley of the Underworld.

When we meet again now, in front of this person, he suddenly feels like a child who doesn't understand anything and dare not say anything.

"You...haven't you already..."

He didn't dare to ask the next words.

Everyone wants to ask this question, since so many people witnessed Demon Lord Fu Ling transforming into a large formation that day, not even the corpse was left behind.

Why is it... changed now.

Fu Ling: "This is a long story, but... this is my original appearance, remember it well, don't admit my mistake next time."

Now, everyone panicked even more.

Everyone felt that it was really right to come out this time, and it was an eye-opener.

One is the venerable Fu Ling, and the other is the big brother Li Chen who has crossed the catastrophe. No matter which one is a legendary figure, it is really a great luck to see it.

After Bi Zeyu was astonished, he suppressed the excitement in his heart.

After this battle with the demon corpse, he has grown up a lot, and he has become more stable, and his gestures reveal a more reliable atmosphere.

He also stopped guessing why Fu Ling was able to survive. In short, being alive is an exciting thing.

"Since we are near Xuantianzong, why not go up the mountain and sit down. Everyone will be very happy to see it."

Fu Ling shook his head: "Since Xuantianzong has regained its vitality, I won't join in the fun. The two of us are just wandering around, and you can do whatever you want. Don't take it lightly."

Bi Zeyu watched the two of them stand up and prepare to leave.

He asked in a trembling voice, "After that...can I see you again?"

Fu Ling smiled and said: "There is always a chance to meet again, isn't it, at this age, you still cry, are you ashamed?"

Although he has grown up after experiencing so many things, Bi Zeyu still couldn't help his nose sore and his eyes red at this moment.

I can't tell why, but I just want to cry.

The two walked slowly into the night side by side, leaving only one figure behind.

Fu Ling raised his hands and waved them behind his back: "The green mountains will not change and the green waters will flow forever. See you later."

Bi Zeyu put away the tears in his eyes, led everyone to bow down to salute, and said loudly: "Xuantianzong Bi Zeyu led all the disciples to send off Senior Fu Ling and Senior Li Chen, thank you two life-saving people, and wish you two a safe and smooth life , no disasters, no difficulties, a white head life."

Everyone said in unison: "Respectfully send off the two seniors, I wish you two a safe and smooth life, free from disasters and difficulties, and live a white life."