The full-level Demon Venerable was forced to obey

Sitting on the roof, Cheng Mochi stared blankly at the rising sun in the sky. The dazzling light sprinkled on the earth, causing Cheng Mochi's eyes to hurt.

Chu Shiluo sat side by side with him, his face was expressionless, but his eyes were blood red.

Neither of them spoke. In the room separated from them by the roof, Hai Chuan hugged his knees and hid in the corner of the bed. The quilt wrapped him tightly, but it didn't bring any warmth, and he was still shivering.

"Why..." Cheng Mochi murmured.

Why is it the way it is?Why is the seemingly benevolent elder the culprit who drags Haichuan to hell?Why don't pure and kind people get good rewards?

He is the first generation of demon king, murderous without blinking an eye, ruthless.

He thought that he was hateful enough, that he could ignore everything, that his natural demon seeds were corrupted to the root.

When he saw Hai Chuan being burned to death, he just focused on observing, and when he saw Hai Chuan lost his loved one, he just remembered his own past. He was cold-hearted, thinking that he could be indifferent to everything.

But why, he feels a little breathless now?Why did he feel that there was something heavy on his body that made him unable to lift his head.

"Because, this is a human being." Chu Shiluo answered his words.His voice, which had always been cool and pleasant, now seemed to have been polished by sandpaper, making it rough and unpleasant.

"No." Cheng Mochi said in a deep voice, "That's a demon."

A demon who is controlled by desire and has lost his humanity.

No one stipulates how humans and immortals should fall into demons. There are many sayings that monks will become obsessed when their minds are not pure during cultivation, but Cheng Mochi knows that in many cases, human beings have a much higher chance of becoming demons than monks.

The monks still have cultivation bases to protect the body. They often believe in becoming gods, while human beings eat grains and indulge in human desires. They are more likely to have evil thoughts than anyone else. It’s just that some people hide these evil thoughts deep in their hearts and are ashamed of them. But fueled by it...

Silence spread in the air, and the deep pressure weighed heavily on everyone's heart.

What makes people more desperate than witnessing the tragedy is watching helplessly but being powerless. Even if they have the ability to call the wind and rain, they are still helpless.

If you rescue her, you will hurt the mother-in-law who is the carrier.And because they are in a time and space that has passed, no one knows whether one of their actions will lead to other catastrophes.

But watching them helplessly made them feel powerless and hopeless, especially when they knew that these were facts that had already happened.

The next two years passed in a flash, and Cheng Mochi and Chu Shiluo were like two sculptures, sitting on this roof without moving in the wind or rain.

They saw that most of the men in the village would come into this room in the dead of night, sometimes one, sometimes several, and sometimes they would leave that night, and sometimes they would not leave until dawn.

Haichuan is unstoppable at three o'clock and one line, fishing in the morning, vigil in the afternoon, and unable to sleep peacefully at night.

At first, the women in the village would come to look after him from time to time, and send some food or clothes they made themselves, but later, maybe they noticed something, and they never came again.

Even if they meet Haichuan on the road, they will immediately walk away in disgust.

This kind of disgust slowly spread throughout the village. The women began to be afraid of him, talking about him with contempt and envy. Behavior inferior to animals, and proud of it.

Hai Chuan couldn't speak at all, and after two years passed, he became more and more silent.

He tried his best to reduce his sense of existence, and he never looked up when he walked.Because he knew that when he looked up, what he saw was no longer his relatives waiting for him with umbrellas, but a group of hideous ghosts.

If he was an ordinary person, he would have been unable to bear hanging himself long ago, but Hai Chuan kept in mind the three-year rule of keeping filial piety, and firmly believed that as long as he survived these three years, his grandparents would be able to live comfortably, be rich and healthy in the next life.

Everyone, including Haichuan himself, thought that he would have such a hard time going through these three years, but one day, an accident happened suddenly.

On this day, Haichuan went fishing in the morning as usual, but suddenly there was an abnormal vortex on the surface of the water, and the strong wind rolled up a tsunami, capsizing Haichuan's boat.

Cheng Mochi and Chu Shiluo stood far away on the roof. Seeing this scene, they looked at each other and understood that this was a variable.

The two of them reached the surface of the river in a blink of an eye. Even though they knew that they were not restricted by the physical objects of this space, Chu Shiluo still prepared two water-avoiding charms and pasted one on to Cheng Mochi, and then the two of them jumped into the river.

The river was deeper than it looked from the outside, because it connected to the East China Sea, the further down, Cheng Mochi and the others could feel the stronger fluctuations in spiritual power.

The two of them didn't know how long they had sunk before they saw the sea river floating in the deep sea.

Haichuan's limbs were loose, his eyes were closed tightly, but his chest was slightly heaving, and he was still breathing!

Cheng Mochi closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the fundus of his eyes had turned blood red. At the same time, he saw a transparent mist covering Hai Chuan's body, which separated him from the river and surrounded him. Create a small elliptical space.

The transparent water mist is indistinguishable with the naked eye, and it can only be created by a monk with super spiritual power. Even Cheng Mochi dare not say that he can use such water mist to protect a mortal for so long.

Cheng Mochi squinted his eyes, looked deeper into the bottom of the water, and saw a water prison with a faint blue light source!

"What did you see?" Chu Shiluo's voice sounded in Cheng Mochi's mind.

This is the sound transmission of spiritual consciousness.Cheng Mochi was startled, he actually let Chu Shiluo's consciousness invade his mind without knowing it.

Generally speaking, this kind of spiritual consciousness sound transmission must be done between two people who trust each other, or one party is much stronger than the other, so that it will unknowingly invade the other party's sea of ​​consciousness.

"What's wrong?" Chu Shiluo turned to look at him and asked again.

Cheng Mochi looked at him sideways for a moment, and then tried to reply in the same way: "I saw a water prison, suppressed by many complicated spells."

Chu Shiluo nodded and said, "Go down and have a look."

"En." Cheng Mochi responded, and then sank to the bottom of the river side by side with him.

Cheng Mochi couldn't help looking at Chu Shiluo's side face, just now he actually had an inexplicable feeling that he could definitely pass on what he wanted to say to Chu Shiluo.

This kind of spiritual consciousness sound transmission, with a single thought, may be used by someone with a heart. The light ones will be seriously injured, and the serious ones may damage the spirit and soul, making it difficult to recover.

But Chu Shiluo also opened his sea of ​​knowledge to him unpreparedly. This feeling of being trusted, or in other words, this feeling of being able to trust each other, is really too strange.

Cheng Mochi withdrew his gaze, and didn't think deeply about the reason for this throbbing, and the current situation didn't allow him to think too much.

The two of them followed Haichuan from a distance and approached the water prison.

When they got closer, they could clearly see the whole appearance of the water prison.

It is said to be a water prison, but it is actually more like a well-decorated and luxurious palace, except that the outer wall is different from ordinary palaces. It is made of thousands of spines of unknown spirit beasts, and the white animal bones surround the entire palace.

These animal bones are also engraved with complicated incantations, which form an unbreakable restriction, suppressing the things in the palace in the depths of the Luo River.

In the very center of the palace lay a giant cyan dragon with its eyes closed, lifelike.

Cheng Mochi lived two lifetimes, and it was the first time he heard that there was such a water prison, and of course he didn't know what was locked in it.

When there were still about ten miles away from the water dungeon, Cheng Mochi and Chu Shiluo stopped at the same time, not daring to go any further.

The one suppressed by such a complex formation must be an extremely terrifying creature. No one knows whether the monster has the ability to reach the sky, and it is unknown if he finds the two of them approaching.

Haichuan was still well-wrapped by the water mist, drifting towards the water prison without a pause, and then stopped a few steps away from the water prison.

Hai Chuan closed his eyes, showing no signs of waking up.

Suddenly, the palace shook, and even the surrounding water potential was changed.The giant dragon lying in the center of the palace slowly opened its eyes, and it turned out to be a living dragon!

Cheng Mochi and Chu Shiluo held their breaths, and their expressions became serious.

This is the first time they have seen a living Dragon Clan!If it is necessary to divide the sentient beings of the five realms according to their strength, then the Dragon Clan of the East China Sea must be the best among them.

Not only because of their terrifying strength of half-demon and half-god, but also because of their strong physique. It is said that if the Dragon King flicks his tail, the celestial pillars will not be able to hold up and cracks will appear.

Not to mention that there are still people from all over the world who respect them as kings. If they hadn't been aloof from the world and liked to live freely in the deep sea, the Lord of the Five Realms would not necessarily be who they are.