Yokai University

The immortal soldiers brought by Dao Jie are not ordinary immortal soldiers, most of them are his personal guards raised by his side, and all of them are very capable.

More than a dozen people circled around and surrounded Ling Chong in the middle.

Ling Chong turned his head and glanced at Wei Yan, and the two long halberds collided, sparks flying everywhere.Even if Dao Jie's halberd pointed at him, Wei Yan would not retreat, he used offense as defense, forcing the opponent to advance without any advance.

But because of this, he suffered more and more injuries.

But Dao Jie was not much better.The arrogance of immortals has always ignored monsters, even if you are a monster master, you are just a monster.Dao Jie didn't take it seriously at first, intending to capture Wei Yan within a few moves.

But I never thought that the demon power on this Canglong was surging and mighty.

At first, it rushed down like a waterfall.It was later discovered that it was not a waterfall, but endless waves.One wave pinches another, crushes it, and connects again, covering the sky and covering the earth, rushing to the pulse of the heart.

This is a strange oppressive force that Dao Jie has never experienced.In particular, he could see that Wei Yan was not very old. He originally thought that the transformation had already consumed his demon power, but he never thought that the transformation was born for Wei Yan, whether it was a dragon body or a human body. No discomfort.

Dao Jie has lived for a thousand years, and what shakes him at this moment is a youthful drive.The strength is strong, opening and closing, every place is full of fighting spirit, and every move seems to pour out the energy in the body.

It was a tremor he hadn't felt for thousands of years, making his legs tremble and trembling.

The dark clouds in the sky pressed down, and there was an oppressive atmosphere in the air, and the people who were screened couldn't breathe.All the sounds are returning to one origin at this moment, quietly waiting for the rainstorm to come.

The white fox hides below, with the tips of its ears connected to the lush leaves.The white hairs stick to it, like the feathers dropped by a heron, and they can't fly now, they are pressed against the veins by the wet air, connecting end to end, forming a strange picture. screen.

"Tick-tock-"

A drop of blood fell on the white fox's ear. It looked up at the sky, and the fierce fighting figure of the demon master was reflected in its beautiful black eyes.

Seeing Wei Yan like this, Lingchong calmed down a lot. He took a deep breath and tapped his toes in the air a few times.

"Since Ah Yan uses the cloud halberd, I will use the sword." He whispered.

Several immortal soldiers surrounding him laughed. In their opinion, the most terrifying thing about Lingchong is that he can use the phantom array.So before coming, each of them wore a piece of Mongolian wood on their bodies, in order not to "confuse".

Now that Lingchong has taken the initiative to propose that the formation is not applicable, this is great news for them.At the same time, they feel that Ling Chong is stupid and give up their advantages.

One of the soldiers was somewhat wary, and he said in a low voice: "Don't fall for his tricks, he said he didn't use the formation, so he didn't use it? No one saw him draw a magic formation before."

"Yes!" Several immortal soldiers said yes again and again, looked at Lingchong and shouted: "You say you won't draw the formation if you don't draw it? Do you think we have no brains?"

Lingchong curled his lips: "I will do what I say."

"We will only believe you if you tie your hands!" Xian Bing teased.

Lingchong: "...You guys are really, you don't eat fine wine when you toast."

With a bang below him, Dao Jie held Wei Yan against his body with a golden halberd lever, and pierced fiercely towards a mountain peak.

The rock rolled down, and Wei Yan stood out from it.The side of his face was smeared with blood, and his steps were unsteady.

He shook the wrist holding Yunji unsteadily, and looked back at Lingchong, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Even so far away, Lingchong could hear him saying: "Don't worry."

Lingchong's heart was hit hard, contracted violently, and a dull bitter cold came out, and flowed together along the seven meridians and eight collaterals.

An immortal soldier has been arrogant for a long time relying on the glory of Dao Jie. Seeing such a scene, he couldn't help but want to show off Ling Chong.He pouted at Lingchong: "What's the matter? Anyway, it will take a while for Zhenjun to capture that blue dragon as a mount. But if he is injured too badly, he might not even be able to serve as a mount." As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at his colleagues around him: "Have you ever eaten dragon meat?"

A few immortal soldiers nearby laughed: "No, of course not."

The smile was only for a moment, the mouth of the immortal soldier who took the lead was still wide open, and his eyebrows were raised high.He rolled his eyes twice, stretched out his hand to touch his head, and then looked at the people around him.

A red thread gushes out from the middle of the neck, like a string of fine red coral.The next moment, his head and body were staggered, and there was still a thin layer of frozen ice on his neck, which was the spiritual power of the Ice Sword.

Lingchong's sleeve corner was stained with blood, he lowered his head and flicked it, looked at the remaining immortal soldiers: "Don't blink."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but those immortal soldiers even saw red "golden" feathers flying behind Lingchong's plain sleeve robes, it may be the color of his clothes. color".

That red beauty is like a sunset glow, so vast and thick, it wants to cover up all the "colors" between the sky and the earth behind its richness.

Two of them were unaware, with red blood oozing from between their brows.Before they died, they didn't know why they died, they only saw a piece of red.

The red is rich, the red is warm, I don't know if it's people's hearts or the sun, I don't know if the dark clouds have receded, and there is a bloody wind between the sky and the earth.

Ling Chong raised his eyebrows, his expression was stern and playful, completely different from the gentle eyes in the past.There was a smile on the corner of his mouth all the time, and his eyes were half-closed, as if he was tired of the world.

He didn't know what happened to him, but in a single thought, it seemed that something had been uncovered, revealing his original face.Power filled the body, and it was a light and comfortable feeling that made people float in the sky.

"Who are you?" Lingchong slightly opened his lips twice: "Oh. It's you. I know, I always knew. Even if they keep it from me, I know."

Seeing him like this, an immortal soldier was stunned, not knowing what to do.He took a step back, looked at the corpses of the people around him, and couldn't help shouting: "How can immortals kill each other?"

Lingchong sneered: "Oh, I'm sorry."

As soon as the words fell, the fairy soldier was also divided into two pieces.

Wei Yan and Dao Jie watched the understatement here, and Dao Jie frowned: "Is it really as Lang Chen said? Beiyou and Lingchong are..."

Before he finished speaking, Wei Yan Yunji had already reached his eyes.

Yunji writhed in Wei Yan's palm, he gritted his teeth, forcing Dao Jie to retreat irrevocably.Dao Jie had no choice but to watch his immortal soldiers being mercilessly beheaded one by one.

The body fell among the bushes, blood rolling all over the ground.

This is just a small scene of the battle between Zhongtian and Beijie. Countless small scenes and countless big scenes are all so bloodthirsty and cold.On the battlefield, no one will give you special treatment, and no one will know who you are.

All love, hate, hesitation, helplessness, jealousy, joy, war is the annihilation of all emotions, there is only blood, only dust, only lingering depression and terror.

But in order to get something, there is always a price to pay.

The price of human beings is very simple. There are only two things that people fear, one is the freedom of the soul, and the other is life.Only what really threatens the two is the bet.Only those who bet on these two are gamblers.

Humans and immortals are afraid of the passing of life, and monsters are afraid that their souls will no longer be free.Nothing else can shake or break their hearts.

This is the difference between Wei Yan and Dao Jie.

Wei Yan is not afraid of death, he is only afraid that he will not get the answer he wants to know; Dao Jie will know everything he wants to know, but he is afraid of death.

Between life and death, the judgment is judged.

Wei Yan stood still, holding Dao Jie's twisted and weird head in his hands. He turned to look at Ling Chong, and smiled slightly: "It's time to tell me."

After finishing speaking, the whole person fell down lightly.

A piece of red feather slowly fell from the sky and met Wei Yan's eyes.what did he see

Ling Chong hugged him in his arms, narrowed his eyes slightly, and surrounded by huge balls of flames, soaring into the sky.

Lingchong lowered his head, looking at Wei Yan's pale face.He has always been indifferent, with his eyes closed tightly, and his long eyelashes are still smeared with blood beads from nowhere, trembling.

Ling Chong blew lightly, his eyelashes trembled wildly, and blood beads flew into the sky.

***

After Minghao came here for a day, he was arranged in the rear of the northern boundary, and he hadn't had time to see Lingchong.When he was walking in the barracks, he heard someone discussing about Ling Chong and Wei Yan.

He had heard about this before, but the more people spread it, the more outrageous it became. Originally, Zhongtian's prescient officer, Lingchong Zhenjun, fell in love with a monster, and the emperor forbade him to capture the monster instead. He also threatened the life of Lingchong Zhenjun's elder brother.For love, Zhenjun Lingchong betrayed Zhongtian, and lived and flew with the Demon Lord.

Let’s not talk about how much logic there is, but I like to talk about what people say, and I like to talk about these things, but I enjoy it one by one.

Ming Hao walked quickly into his tent with his head down, and used the jade plate prepared earlier to send a message to Zhenjun Langchen.

He took a brush, dipped it in some water, and wrote on the ground: "Lingchong and Canglong have already gone to the Eastern Realm for 'gross goods'."

The writing quickly dried up.Not long after, a line of small characters appeared on the ground: "I know that Dao Tribulation has passed."

Ming Hao swallowed his saliva, did Dao Jie take it?So how can these two people escape?But he also knew that Langchen would not let Lingchong die. His obsession with Lingchong had been deeply ingrained since Lingchong left.

Minghao wrote again: "I'm in the rear. Beiyou doesn't trust me."

Lang Chen replied: "It's okay, you have to make Ling Chong trust you, just like he always does."

At this time, the door curtain was suddenly lifted, and Zhi Ye stood at the door, looking at Ming Hao coldly.Ming Hao stood up in a hurry, gently rolling those words under his feet, trying to make them disappear quickly.

Zhi Ye glanced at him up and down, and asked, "Immortal Minghao first came to the northern border, how do you feel?"

Ming Hao straightened his shoulders: "It's...not bad."

Zhiye didn't seem to notice his flustered little movements, and just said: "There are some things in the barracks today, please stay here and don't wander around."

After finishing speaking, Zhi Ye put a ban on the door, blocking all the sounds and smells of fairy magic and sorcery.

He turned around and left, took a look at the place where Minghao was in the middle of the walk, and chuckled lightly: "How could such a cowardly person be appointed as a spy? It's really blind."