Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

The sky in Demon Realm was as gloomy as ever.

The moon was covered by dark clouds, and rows of red lanterns hung high in Jialan City. The dim lights illuminated the demon cultivators passing by on the street, like ghosts wandering in the world.

"hurry up."

At the back of a remote pavilion, in the shadow of a corner, there was a magic cultivator who couldn't bear to be urged, and a fat hand with a jasper finger puller tightly pulled the hair of the person underneath.

The people below uttered painful whimpers.

The light of the red lanterns shone on their sides, dragging out long silhouettes, and the melodious singing of singers came from the pavilion.

"Since the spring comes, the miserable green and sorrowful river, the heart is a thing. The sun is flowery, the warbler wears the willow belt, and lies under the fragrant quilt. The warm crisp disappears, and the clouds are tired. I am tired of combing all day long. Nothing. Once I went there, there was no sound or book..."[Note]

Mo Xiu let out a breath.

The person below raised his head, revealing a strange face.

It's weird because half of his face is beautiful and charming, but the other half of his face is extremely ugly with scars all over it.

"Elder Cen," he said with tears all over his face and a little hoarse voice, "Can I go back?"

The fat Moxiu surnamed Cen stretched out his hand and patted him on the head like a dog, "The night is still long. What are you in a hurry for?"

The face of the kneeling person turned pale, and he pleaded: "I just had a high fever the day before yesterday, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear the torment tonight and pass out, and I'll miss the elder's interest."

Moxiu laughed and said: "Have you had a high fever the day before yesterday? It's just right, I can taste what's different about you now? It's like. What's more, there are many ways to wake you up. I have a lot of elders. Get up and go back with me."

The people below knelt down in front of Mo Xiu, hugged Mo Xiu's leg and kowtowed.

Moxiu's expression turned cold, and he suddenly stepped on his head, "Don't forget where this is, the territory of the Extreme Desire Demon Sect, do you have the right to say 'no'?" He squatted down his fat body, He picked up the hair of the person below, and pulled his head up, "Young Master Rong, I was also a beauty on the list of secrets back then. I? Wanli went to Tianzong to show my favor to you, but you didn't even want to look at me? Just take a look. Because of my ugly appearance, I can’t get on the stage as a teacher. I was even tricked by you to go astray and fall into the devil’s path by any means. How did you ever think that there would be today?”

"Don't you think about your appearance? You know what you look like now, even a dog hates it. If I hadn't seen you in the past and brought you out of the Zuihuan Building, you would have a damaged dantian and leak everywhere. How can there be life in the body?"

The person underneath burst into tears.

Moxiu suddenly slapped him across the face.

"Why are you crying? Laugh for me. Otherwise, I'll strip you and throw you on the street. There should be a lot of demons in peace recently. Lack of magic cultivators? Have fun? I'll have fun with you."

Hearing this, the people below trembled, tried their best to hold back their tears, and showed a flattering smile to Moxiu, "I was wrong, I, I, I listened to the elders, please don't abandon me."

Moxiu patted his cheek, "Remember what you said, no matter what you use tonight, you are not allowed to beg for mercy." Then he scooped up the half-disfigured beauty with his fat hand.

Rong Ran nodded, leaning on his shoulder obediently.

Where Moxiu couldn't see, the smile on his face quickly disappeared, and his eyes became hollow and cold.

Since his dantian was abolished and expelled from the sect 30 years ago, all his fame, achievements, and even his appearance and cultivation in the first half of his life have left him, but the suffering of his life began from then on.When he was just expelled from the sect, he was rescued by his father's secret guards and placed in a dilapidated thatched hut in the outskirts, where he was saved by pills.The dark guard had promised him that his father would come to treat his injuries soon, but he waited for three days, but only got the news of his father's death.

He practiced in Tianzong for decades and made many friends, but when the disaster came, none of his friends came to rescue him.Even the secret guard who was loyal to his father disappeared completely after Rong Qingjue's death. He was lingering in the hut, but he didn't expect that on a thunderstorm night, three down-and-out beggars waited for him. Moreover, those filthy beggars Dirty and ugly? Man, dare to do that kind of thing to him - and everything is just the beginning.

After those people had enough fun, they sold him to a human trafficker for money. The human trafficker knew him and knew that he was a Taoist disciple. magic repair.Those demon cultivators took him all the way to the Demon Realm, and after they got bored, they sold him to Zuihuanlou again.

He stayed in the Zuihuan building for half a year, almost dying half his life, and then met Cen Fangzhi, who had once pursued him, but now fell into the devil's door, and had achieved some success.

Although Cen Fangzhi's appearance still didn't catch his eyes, at least it gave him a little chance to survive.

He can't leave? This depends.

...he can't die yet.

He still has grudges to avenge, and he really wants to see him? People want to see him.

Rong Ran leaned on the bloated Elder Cen's shoulder, staring into the distance with empty eyes, evoking a vain smile.

Under the dim sky in the distance, there is a tall and huge building standing.

That is the magic palace.

People in the Demon Realm spent ten years building a palace for their lord.

……

Magic Palace.

"Chu Lan, after you see the Lord, you must be cautious in your words and deeds, and you must not look up to spy on the Lord's face without permission." Elder Xue reminded.

In front of him stood a boy in white clothes?

The boy was born beautifully. He looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old. His slender body was covered by white clothes, showing a somewhat fragile posture for no reason. There was a little panic in her eyes, but a forced indifference on her face.

The boy is holding a guqin in his hand.

"Straighter your waist." Elder Xue said, "Remember not to talk and laugh casually. The one in the legend is indifferent and not close to the world. If you can learn more like it, you may save your life more."

Elder Li next to him said: "How can we be completely alike? That one is said to be the face of heaven and man, with a peerless appearance. You can't find a person in this mortal world? You can't get a shadow. Before you send it to the seat of honor, you are not afraid of respect When the time comes, let down your anger. Burn yourself?"

Elder Xue said: "What do you know. Chu Lan is also one of the beauties in a million? It is also a pleasure to watch. And this time, it was just sent to play the piano for the Lord to relieve boredom. As long as Chu Lan is capable, how can he cause the anger of the Lord. "

He glanced at the boy's anxious face, and secretly said to Elder Li: "Recently, my lord has a temperamental temper, and I have slaughtered several demon sects. If I can't guarantee that, the next one will be the sect of our two. One's attitude is not yet clear, let's send a fake up, if it can win the Lord's favor, it is a good thing, if not, it can also give the Lord a place to vent his recent anger."

Elder Li didn't answer, but looked at the boy with pity.

Elder Xue waved his hand forward, "Go, go quickly. Don't miss the hour."

Holding the guqin in his arms, the boy walked nervously into the dark and deep magic palace.

The full moon above his head was extremely huge, and the cold moonlight fell on him, making him shiver.

The door of the Great Hall of the Demon Palace is wide open.

The faint wind blows past, and the row of tear bamboo planted next to the palace rustles.

Chu Lan hesitated for a while, then walked in.

The main hall was dim, and there seemed to be a black shadow sitting on the high seat.

Chu Lan didn't dare to look up.

He knelt down, put the guqin in front of him, and said in a low voice: "Chu Lan was ordered to play the piano for the lord."

The person in the seat did not respond.

Chu Lan only felt that his back was tense, as if he was being targeted by some extremely vicious beast, he bit his lip, and could only bite the bullet and start playing the piano.

He has practiced the piano for more than ten years, and even the teacher who teaches the piano praised him for his excellent piano skills.He has the confidence to play without error.

The sound of the strings sounded, and the sound of the piano trickled in the Sen Leng Hall, bringing a soft and soothing breath.

With her eyes closed, Chu Lan skillfully played the qin music in her hand.

Nothing went wrong.

He just smiled slightly, but suddenly, his neck seemed to be tightly strangled by something cold, and he was forced to raise his head in horror. The strings in his hand made a loud sound, and they actually broke in his hands.

He saw a terrifying scene that he will never forget in his life.

Countless slanting shadows covered the entire hall, and a long and narrow shadow on the highest seat in the middle did not look like a human being, only two scarlet lights like lanterns were watching him.

evil.ferocious.indescribable.indescribable.

But the thing that was strangling his neck at this time was actually his own shadow.

"Who let you in?"

A gloomy hoarse voice.

Chu Lan was confined to breathe, trembling all over, just wanting to retreat.

But he couldn't move.

There is nowhere to retreat.

The monster on that tower stared at him, and the entire palace was filled with slanted and frantic shadows.He seemed to fall into a weird and absurd horror dream? Only the feeling of suffocation and dying was real.

He felt the white clothes on his body being peeled off by the shadow, and the pale fragments fluttered in the air like white silk. He felt cold, and when the things he had imagined were about to come, he didn't feel the joy of receiving grace at all. Only endless cold fear.

He closed his eyes.

But he suddenly felt his body lighten, and was thrown heavily out of the hall, and fell on the bluestone floor outside.The limbs are about to be broken.He spat out a mouthful of blood.

"roll."

The hoarse voice revealed a murderous intent.

"Don't dazzle in front of this deity in white clothes."

The Guqin that was broken in two was also thrown out. Chu Lan sat on the ground trembling, and found that the door of the main hall was closed.

He picked up the wreckage of the guqin, staggered and ran out of the magic palace, not daring to look back.

In the main hall, the darkness and silence have returned at this moment.

The black shadow sat on a high seat, the blood-red light in his eyes flowed like splattered blood.As the pale moonlight shone in, he let out a deep roar from his throat, his slender and sharp black knuckles curled up and covered his face, and the shadow writhed frantically.

In the terrifying space like hell, outside the window, the moon is setting towards the west mountain little by little, and the morning sun is slowly rising.

Dawn shines into the hall.

The shadow slowly receded and retreated to the corner of the wall. On the high seat, a man's figure was slowly revealed.

His long black hair hung down, he was covered in a black robe embroidered with blood patterns, and his hands were pale and slender on the armrest.

He had a bloody long sword in his hand.

Thick bloody air emanated from the sword.

The man has a handsome face.

It's just that there is a strong hostility between his brows and eyes, which makes people ignore his appearance.Just instinctively feeling afraid.

He closed his eyes.

There was still a tired look on his face that hadn't dissipated.

"30 years..."

He whispered hoarsely, slowly and word by word.The Shura sword next to him made a low trill.

It was silent for a long time.

The man slowly opened his eyes.

The blood-red eyes were like the finest blood glaze, reflecting a cold and indifferent light in the translucency.But when he looked closely, there seemed to be a black fire burning deep in his eyes.

There is a madness that seems to swallow everything.

He stood up from the high seat.

Holding the Shura sword in his hand.The tip of the sword hangs down, the dark uniform, the elongated shadow, and the gloomy and silent palace all indicate evil and ominousness.

He raised his sword and waved his hand in the void in front of him.

Ripples appeared in the space in front of him.A deep black crack appeared in front of him.

There are fluffy shadows spreading behind.

With a blank expression on his face, he stepped into the crack.

……

time city.

This space is only illuminated by a few night pearls on the dome, tall black towers with sharp tops stand all over the city, and ancient altars of various shapes are scattered here.

In the center of the ancient city is a scorched ancient tree.In front of the ancient wood, there is a coffin.There was a skeleton in the coffin, with golden and red rays of light circulating.

Someone sat leaning against the coffin.

His long white hair was spread out, his face was pale and almost transparent, his thin lips were stained with blood, his eyes were closed tightly, and his chest no longer rose or fell.All life has passed away.

In the silence, a crimson light slowly flowed into his body from the coffin.

time flies.

The golden-red light on the skeleton became thinner and thinner.

Until the last trace is gone.

The bones in the coffin that had not changed for thousands of years suddenly turned into fly ash and dissipated.

……

pain.

it hurts.

When he woke up from the silent darkness, the first thing he felt was the pain that seemed to emanate from his limbs.

It seemed that every inch of flesh and blood had been ripped out and shredded.Every inch of meridian is being squeezed and broken, and every bone is torn out and broken.

It's the fire of God colliding.There is also a kind of energy that is more powerful than Shenhuo, flowing in his body.

It was as if he had been crushed into a mass of fleshy paste, and then was forcibly glued together by that force, creating a new life.

Squeak.Squeak.

It is the sound of new life after the limbs are broken.

There was still more energy rushing into his divine soul that was about to collapse due to the use of the forbidden technique, making his soul body gradually solidify.

I don't know how long it took, but the pain finally subsided slowly.

He fell on the ground like a chick just out of its shell, its feathers were wet and curled up in a sticky ball.

There was a pool of dark red blood under his body, and his loose white hair was winding and sticking to his sweaty cheeks.

Difficult to open? Eyes.

His eyes were a little dizzy due to the pain, but their color was as golden as a burning sun.

Want to get up, but the arm is weak? Can't even move.

Blood resuscitation.

Ye Yunlan never thought that she would save her life because of this.

After death, the power condensed on the corpse of the divine phoenix entered his body, reviving the divine phoenix blood in his body. After death, he was reborn in nirvana by virtue of this power.

Most of the blood power in his body was used to repair his dying soul and keep his life alive, but this resulted in a lack of power to truly help his body regenerate from nirvana.

His Nirvana was not complete.

This is when he is at his weakest.

He closed his eyes.

A day in Time City is a year in the outside world.

He didn't know how long he was in a coma, and the outside world didn't know how many years had passed.

And Shen Shu... so what happened now.

Just as he was thinking this way, there was a sudden shock and sound outside Time City.

——Like, the sound of something being chopped with a sword.

Is someone out there?

The entire time city has escaped into the void, and those who have not stepped into the void are not allowed to set foot in the void, otherwise they will lose their lives in vain.

Could it be that he has been in a coma for a year and a half, and at this moment, a strong person has already appeared in the outside world?

He opened his eyes to see.

Because of the recovery of his blood vessels, his eyesight was hundreds of times clearer than before.

So he could see that a crack was slowly appearing on the wall on the side of Time City.

With the vibration of Time City, the crack expanded more and more, until it broke open completely with a bang.

Outside the city of time is the void and turbulent flow, a chaotic color, extremely dangerous.

But at this moment, there is a demon standing in the chaotic void.

There are countless huge and terrifying shadows behind the demon, and the scarlet eyes and the bloody long sword in his hand are particularly prominent in the shadow hunting.

For example, ghosts and gods come to the world.

And the next moment, the demon had teleported in front of him.

His long black hair fell down, intertwined with his pale hair soaked in a pool of blood.

The demon's hand gently strangled his throat, his crimson pupils approached, and he laughed hoarsely.

"Master, I caught you."

The author has something to say: [Note]: The words and sentences in the article come from Liu Yong's "Ding Fengbo".