Ancestor of Magic

Mu Fengchen knocked him down to the ground with one palm, got up and straightened his sleeves, looked coldly at Bai Mohan who was sitting on the ground with a dazed expression on his face.

Mu Fengchen gave him a cold look, then walked past him, who knows, Bai Mohan hugged his feet tightly, and shouted aggrievedly: "Mu Fengchen, I I was injured because of you, how could you still hit me!"

Mu Fengchen let out a long and speechless sigh, holding a silver needle in his hand for an instant, seeing this, Bai Mohan let him go immediately, and quickly stepped back three steps.

"Mu Fengchen, what are you doing, do you want to murder your savior?" Bai Mohan questioned Mu Fengchen with little confidence.

Mu Fengchen sneered, "Why, are you scared?"

Bai Mohan hurriedly got up from the ground, thrust his waist, and said with air, "Hmph! Who's scared, but it's really not what a righteous person would do for you to treat your savior like this."

Mu Fengchen took back the silver needle and walked out from beside him.

After Mu Fengchen went out, Bai Mohan clutched his chest, sat on the stool, and complained: "Damn Mu Fengchen, wait until one day you recover your memory, and see how I will deal with you."

Mu Fengchen walked out a few steps, turned his head slowly, looked at Bai Mohan who was lying on the table, moaning without illness, and held Yupei's hand with more force.

Turning his head, his eyes were cold, and his face became more and more dull, "Zhong Zong, did you get this magic jade by accident, or..."

Thinking of this, Mu Fengchen's brows tightened even more, but he sincerely hoped in his heart that Bai Mohan got this jade pendant by accident.

"Miss, we've been out here for a few months, and we've traveled a lot, but we still haven't found the person you're looking for. Do you want to continue?" Luo Er sighed and asked cautiously.

Lingjiao poked her forehead. Seeing Luoer rubbing her forehead and staring at herself suspiciously, Lingjiao smiled, "Look, you must find him for me."

Luo Er sighed and shook his head, but he had no choice but to walk aimlessly with her.

After Mu Fengchen left, Bai Mohan began to adjust his inner breath. The magic power just now undoubtedly deepened his cultivation, but he was a little puzzled. This magic energy is different from ordinary magic energy, but more like... …

Thinking of this, Bai Mohan shook his head, left a letter, took advantage of people not paying attention, left the residence, and went to the Demon Realm alone.

As soon as Bai Mohan stepped into the devil's lair, monsters surrounded him, ready to eat him.

Bai Mohan immediately released his demon energy, and the surrounding monsters disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Bai Mohan drove straight in, and by the bank of the Ling River, an old man was holding a fishing rod, concentrating on fishing.

"Have you hooked the fish for so long?" Bai Mohan stood aside and asked gently.

The old man smiled, took back the fishing rod, looked at Bai Mohan kindly, and said lovingly: "I'm back."

Bai Mohan instantly confirmed his guess, "Uncle Ling, I want to know, why did you attack him?" Bai Mohan's tone suddenly became serious.

The old man laughed loudly, stood up, bent down, picked up the fish basket, and smiled at Bai Mohan, "My child, there are some things that should not be too clear."

After hearing Uncle Ling's words, Bai Mohan stretched out his hand to take his fishing rod, followed behind him, frowning, and said coldly: "Uncle Ling, how did you know about my rebirth? And , I also have some doubts about this matter, and I hope Lingbo will let you know."

"Hey!" Uncle Ling stopped, sighed and shook his head, then looked back at Bai Mohan, "Come with me."

After walking for a while, Bai Mohan raised his head and looked at the words on it, "Hall of Soul?" Bai Mohan said aloud, read the words on it, and looked at Uncle Ling beside him suspiciously.

Ling Bo smiled and nodded, then pushed the door to signal Bai Mohan to enter.

After the two entered, the lights in the dark palace were turned on in an instant, and when he saw the tablet on it, Bai Mohan was stunned and stared at Lingbo in disbelief.

Lingbo nodded, stepped forward to light a stick of incense, and handed it to Bai Mohan, "Put the stick of incense on!"

Bai Mohan stretched out his hand, trembling, and when he looked at the tablet, he wept and said: "Uncle Ling, what happened in the first place, why is Ning Luoxi's tablet here."

Lingbo sighed, "All this is because of the word Yiqing."

Seeing Bai Mohan's sad look while holding the tablet, Ling Bo continued: "You fell into a demon at the beginning, and it is already impossible to recover. To save you, you need to completely turn you into a member of my demon clan."

As Lingbo spoke, his brows tightened, as if he didn't want to think about the events of that day.

"That day, as soon as I went out, I saw the Demon King hunting around. I went up to inquire and found out that someone had broken into the Demon Race. But I never cared about this kind of thing. I went fishing as usual. I met someone on the shore. Seeing him covered in blood, I wondered if the person the Demon Lord was looking for might be him."

"And then?" Bai Mohan choked up and asked.

"Then, I brought him back to the residence. His injury healed very quickly. It took only one day for him to heal. I asked him, why did he come to the Demon Race?"

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, "For a person who said he would protect me."

Lingbo frowned, and stared at the person lying on the bed in confusion, "Since he wants to protect you, why?"

"But he is dying soon." Ning Luoxi said sadly.

"Life and death are predestined, wealth and honor are in the sky, why should you be persistent." Ling Bo advised.

Ning Luoxi struggled to get up, and smiled wryly at Uncle Ling: "Although I know that life and death are fateful, I know even more that man will conquer heaven."

Ning Luoxi got up, bowed weakly to Uncle Ling, and said sincerely: "The old man is willing to save this time, he must be an important person in the devil world. Today, I came here only to find the devil's blood and save his life. "

Uncle Ling was shocked, and said solemnly: "You know that the blood of the devil is like a body, and it will become a devil for life, and there will never be a day of turning back."

Ning Luoxi raised her head and stared at Uncle Ling firmly, "That's better than Yin and Yang. As long as he's alive, I'd rather never see him again."

"Son, if this is the case, even if it's not parting, it's parting!" Lingbo said earnestly.

Ning Luoxi smiled wryly, with tears in his eyes, and said sadly: "Old man, my time has come, I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany him anymore, this is the only thing I can do for him again."

"How do you say that?" Lingbo asked, frowning.

"When I sealed the Devil Emperor, my mind was damaged. It was only a temporary suppression, not a complete seal. If I want to seal it, I must use my own Yuanling as a sacrifice." Ning Luoxi said calmly.

Ling Bo looked at Ning Luoxi in surprise, put one hand on Ning Luoxi's head, and sighed, "When will this war between the worlds of humans and demons end?"

Ling Bo sighed, turned around and took out a small bottle of blood from the cabinet, and handed it to Ning Luoxi, "Take it! At this time, I left it at the beginning, thinking that I would never need it in this life, but I didn't expect..."

Ning Luoxi took the devil's blood, and with a warm smile on his lips, he kowtowed three times to Lingbo.

"Old man, I have one more request."

Lingbo nodded, "Say it."

"I know that the old man is a member of the devil way. If I entrust this matter to you, it will embarrass you. However, the old man really considers the world and agrees to my request." Ning Luoxi stared at Lingbo and said earnestly.

Ling Bo nodded, "Tell me first."

"I don't want him to know that I died because of him. Otherwise, he won't be able to let go of it in this life, let alone live a good life. Therefore, tomorrow, outside the Purple Bamboo Forest, I hope that the old man will help me again and use the soul-killing arrow to kill me." , end my life, at that time, I will attach the Yuanling to the soul-killing arrow, you just need to put the sword in the center of the magic circle." Ning Luoxi said calmly, as if, the person who killed, and He doesn't have much to do in general.

Uncle Ling was shocked when he heard this, but he still nodded in agreement.

Thinking back to this point, Uncle Ling sighed, "That's how it happened. I killed him with my own hands."

After Bai Mohan heard this, his whole body felt as if he had been hollowed out for an instant. He sat on the ground, hugged the memorial tablet, and wept uncontrollably.

"So, that's why I came to the Demon Realm, and you took care of me in every possible way because you owed me." Bai Mohan sobbed and questioned.

Lingbo closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, "Yes, I originally thought that I would owe him to you as well, but after many years, I still can't let it go."

"Then why do you want to tell me now, what does all this have to do with my rebirth?" Bai Mohan said with tears in his eyes.

Lingbo turned and looked at him, "Do you still remember the jade pendant he gave you?"

Bai Mohan instantly opened his eyes wide, staring at Lingbo in disbelief.

Uncle Ling nodded, "When he died, he left a trace of Yuanling in the jade pendant. When you were all lost, he protected you. Later, after he was reincarnated, he got that jade pendant again, and yours At that time, Yuan Ling lived in the jade pendant, and was summoned by his blood to be reborn."

Knowing the truth about his rebirth, Bai Mohan laughed out loud, but tears kept falling from the corners of his eyes, "It turns out that until you die, you are still planning for me."

Seeing that Bai Mohan was in so much pain that he didn't want to live, Lingbo could only leave secretly, letting him ease his emotions at the moment.

After Ling Bo left, Bai Mohan hugged the tablet tightly in his arms, lay down on the ground in pain and lost his voice.

"Ning Luoxi, I'm in pain, it's really in pain, like I'm dying." Bai Mohan stayed in the Soul Palace for three months.

When Ling Bo brought the door again, he was still lying on the ground, holding the tablet tightly in his hands, staring at one place with blank eyes.

"A person's death is like a lamp going out, so why bother, besides, he has been reincarnated now, why do you torture yourself again?" Lingbo said gently.

But Bai Mohan acted as if he didn't hear him, he didn't pay any attention to Lingbo's words, he was still in a daze, his whole face was haggard, his hair was also very messy, he didn't feel like a teenager at all, instead he felt old in my heart.

Seeing that Bai Mohan ignored him, Uncle Ling had no choice but to leave. Before leaving, he left two words, "The deceased is like this, and we will never see him again. Why don't you cherish the person in front of you, don't wait until you lose it, and feel sad again. "