Master respects him by serving the devil

Kunlun in the mortal world is just a snow mountain stretching thousands of miles, where the first Jianmu tree was planted thousands of years ago.

But the real Kunlun has never been in the human world. After leaving the human world thousands of years ago, it soared up and became the bright and shiny moon.

The moon was not called the moon, it was called Kunlun.

God came from the Kunlun in the sky and came to the Kunlun in the mortal world, but man tried to pass through the top of the Kunlun in the mortal world and climb up to the Kunlun in the air.

There was an ice wall far away from him on the top of the snow-capped mountain. A man wearing a moon-white cloak was dormant not far away, hiding his breath. It was clearly a world of ice and snow, but he waved his folding fan slowly, waiting for something.

He said leisurely: "How is your arrangement going?"

The voice had been disguised and could not be heard.

On the top of Xuefeng Mountain, the decayed dead trees were blown off by the wind with a few dry branches, and they were crushed under the feet of those who came, creaking on the ground.

"Well, it's all cast with an invisibility spell." The visitor's voice was warm and childish.

He walked up to the man in the cloak and took off his hood, revealing a handsome face half-reflected under the fur of the fox, the face was immature, and there were still undeveloped milk fat on the cheeks.

Shangguanqing patted the road indifferently, the snow on the hem of his clothes, and then directed his gaze not far away.

Under the huge ice wall as vast as the sky, the boy in black wearing a mask cut his palm open, and the blood dripped on the ice wall. The ice wall melted little by little at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The mysterious man under the moon-white cloak suddenly clenched the handle of the fan, his slender joints glowed the color of jade, trembling slightly but excitedly.

The two people in front of the ice wall couldn't imagine that there were at least a dozen powerful monks dormant not far behind them.

It is impossible for them to feel the aura of the ambush. Those monks have long been deceived by their masters and cast the invisibility spell given by Shangguanqing.

The invisibility spell can hide all the aura of a living person. They cannot be seen, touched, or smelled, but their actions can cause substantial damage.

How terrible is the invisible enemy?

No one knew better than the Chiyou tribe thousands of years ago. Houqing lurked into the Chiyou tribe and pretended to surrender, but brought countless enemies who cast invisibility spells.

Now, this spell that has been lost for thousands of years has reappeared.

And those monks who obeyed the order had no idea that they would never be able to return to normal in this life.

——There is no way to break the invisibility spell.

Once planted, he can only live in an invisible state for the rest of his life, until the day when everyone forgets his existence, he will be completely erased by this world.

This invisibility spell is interesting.

Shangguanqing narrowed his eyes slightly, and gave that person a half-smile look. This person was much crazier than him.

"Soon, he will open Kunlun for me."

The body under the moon-white cloak trembled excitedly, and he asked excitedly, "Arrangements have been made for Patriarch Yun?"

Shangguanqing snorted softly, and his smile grew stronger, "We are cooperating, and I'm not your subordinate. Maybe it's inappropriate for you to ask me that?"

"You're...very interesting." The man was slightly startled, then smiled narrowly, motioning for Shangguanqing to continue.

Shangguanqing was not polite, and said directly: "Everything is in the plan... I really want to ask you something, what do you mean by giving me Furong City?"

"That's just a meeting ceremony. Even if you don't care about a mere city, what about the Dangshan pear flower?"

Shangguanqing's eyebrows were cold, and he was slightly displeased. He admitted that he was indeed moved, but this was also a doubtful point that this person threw him in front of everyone. Once the matter was revealed, he, Shangguanqing, would be the first to be suspected.

But... Shangguanqing didn't care.

He asked again: "200 years ago, what about the earth's core fire that opened the Kunlun enchantment?"

"I did it."

The man replied without hesitation, and said coldly: "The so-called heart fire is nothing more than the ignited corpse oil of the descendants of the gods."

Shangguanqing took a step closer, "Then why bother to look far away now?"

The descendants of the gods are just a special dish in the world of cultivating immortals, and they are offered secretly by everyone. It is no big deal if they are found out. It is not difficult to find some descendants of the gods with his order.

What's more, they don't have to do these things by themselves. They only need to spread the secrets of the rare treasures hidden in the Kunlun Temple all over Kyushu, and then reveal the secrets of the Earth's Heart Fire. The monks headed by Yangmingshan Su Zhiyan will Will take the initiative to become a sharp weapon in their hands.

Give up such a simple method and insist on doing this play, why bother?

"I want Kunlun, as for him, I want too, but the current appearance is not perfect enough." The man said.

Squinting his round eyes slightly, Shangguanqing looked at the two black figures in the vast snow-capped mountains, waiting patiently for the prey to slip into the hunting trap.

As soon as he thought of how many monsters would escape from the world and tear apart the common people after Kunlun's enchantment was opened, he suddenly became excited, bloodshot flashed in his eyes, but he couldn't figure out the person standing beside him...

"What is your purpose?" Shangguanqing asked.

"For what purpose?"

The shoulders under the cloak trembled slightly, as if he was laughing smugly. The man couldn't help letting the desolate and cold smile overflow his throat and spread around his body, and his whole body trembled violently.

He lifted the hood, revealing a delicate pale, but dark and thin face.

He said word by word: "I want to see, when His people are doomed and trapped in hell, will there be any gods to save this world?"

"Him?" Shangguanqing paused, and said again: "Those untouchables will not be there, maybe the weight of the descendants of gods will be more important."

"You think... I haven't tried it?"

What do you mean you haven't tried?In the early years, the descendants of the gods in this continent were massacred, could it be...

Shangguanqing made a guess, his eyes became narrower and his smile became stronger.

They were indeed the same kind, but his partner was even crazier than him.

It's really exciting.

Shangguanqing narrowed his eyes, his heart was beating provocatively.

The next moment, the man's words were beyond Shangguanqing's expectation.

"But...I promise one person, try not to move the descendants of the gods."

Shangguanqing was a little surprised, how cruel and unscrupulous this man's methods are, he has seen it before.

Does he have a weakness?

Who does he really care about?

The ice wall as high as a moat in the distance melted a gap, and Su Ye and Zhong went in, but they didn't know how many tails followed behind them.

The snowflakes that fell from the sky did not accumulate on the ground. They fluttered and fell on some attachments, but there was nothing to catch them, but they stayed firmly in the air, and were even taken away from the position where they should have landed.

Su Ye paused, feeling inexplicably frightened, and looked behind cautiously.

Zhong continued: "I have searched with my spiritual sense for a radius of hundreds of miles along the way, but there is no one."

Su Ye frowned and nodded, assuming that the palpitations were due to the conflict in his heart when he returned to Kunlun and was about to face the territory he once occupied.

Behind the ice wall is a snow-covered peak. This is the top of Kunlun. The tall building standing tall on the top of the mountain is the former pilgrimage site of Xianmen and the palace occupied by the Kunlun demon 200 years ago.

It wasn't until they got closer that they realized how high the huge palace gate in front of them was. It towered majestically and reached into the sky. The gate seemed to be a jade carving made of ice. The holy white was glowing with a faint blue color. It is densely packed, flying down from the sky all the time, without threshold.

A door, depicting all kinds of life.

Su Ye was surprised to find that there seemed to be a picture of his battle between immortals and demons 200 years ago, but after thinking about it, it was impossible. Since then, the land of Kunlun has been filled with gods and men.

It is impossible for someone to paint the picture at that time as a mural and leave it on the stone gate.

Looking carefully, the person in the center of the picture is not actually Su Ye, and the person who inserted the sword into the heart of the picture is not at all like Bai Ruoyi.

The traces of reliefs have been at least a thousand years old.

Su Ye's heart was beating wildly. He stared straight at the mural in front of him. The content seemed to be a prophecy, predicting his life and death, his experience...

He looked at the last moment, the scene he hadn't had time to see in his previous life.

The demon lord was already completely cold and fell into a pool of blood. The fairy lord in white hugged him and prostrated himself in the snow. His white clothes were already soaked by the filthy blood of the demon lord, but he lowered his head and stared blankly at him. The devil with a dead face.

Su Ye never wanted to see such a desperate look in his life.

In Su Ye's eyes, the original face of the mural was blurry and unclear, like a hazy layer of mist, but it gradually dispersed in his eyes, revealing Bai Ruoyi's face little by little.

His heart trembled, he couldn't restrain his hand, and caressed the face of the person in the mural.

But at this moment, his hand touching Shimen seemed to have touched the ripples on the mirror surface of the lake, spreading out layers of waves, disrupting all the pictures.

What he touched lightly with his fingertips was no longer the familiar face of Bai Ruoyi.

He didn't reach out to push the stone door, but the moment he touched it, the door opened by itself with a "squeak—" accompanied by a heavy, thunderous muffled sound.

At that moment, the memory was like a raging flood, rushing into his sea of ​​consciousness. He couldn't refuse and resist at all. Those were the memories that really belonged to him.

There was no one around him, he walked alone in the cold palace.

The sword of judgment—Ji Chen still hangs above the dome, and the cold and frosty floor tiles under the feet are dazzling, reflecting all the decorations in the palace.

The strange thing is that everything in the temple has reflections, but he doesn't.

He silently looked at his empty feet.

"Du-dong-"

One step deeper, the empty palace was eerily quiet, only the sound of his footsteps echoed in it.

All of a sudden, the Jichen sword above his head clanged, broke away from the dome, and fell instantly, making a clanging sound.

The sword rushed down, cracked the floor tiles, stood in front of him, only half a step away from him, the swaying sword light reflected on his face, and his eyes were pierced with pain.

"Big cousin..."

Su Ye tentatively called out, but in Nuo Da's palace, there was only his echo.

"The clock continues?"

His voice trembled a little, but no one answered him, the silence was terrifying.

The chill came from behind, the neck trembled, and the soul shivered.

He turned his head to look at the road he had come, and it was as if the stone gate of the sky had long since disappeared. The space behind him was gradually wrapped in a dark fog, and the light around him became increasingly dimmer. The only bright and dazzling thing was the sword of judgment in front of him—— Jichen!

Startled but looked back, there is no one to hate.

"You're back..."

The voice seemed to be whispering close to Su Ye's ear, and it only overflowed from his throat, without passing through his tongue, like sticky moss, attached to a stone that could not move itself, and he could only let him do whatever he wanted.

"Hehehehe...you are finally back..."

"Those debts owed, it's time to pay back...the bones buried under the ice field are all here...waiting for you!"

"Hurry up...go and see..."

"They all hate you, hate you to death!"

Those voices wandered around, sticking to the ears for a while, and swimming to the sky for a while, the voices were shrill and hoarse, broken and rough, and I don't know how many times they wailed to produce such a tearing effect.

Su Ye stood there dumbfounded, and along with those voices came to his ears, there were also a steady stream of memories.

Strange and familiar, kind and chilling.

His pupils were occupied by the fragments of memories released by Ji Chen in front of him. He saw the young Demon Lord spread his gasified wings, standing in the air, throwing lotus flames from his palms one by one, surrounded by mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and stumps. The broken arm was a desperate roar, a resentment towards the young Demon Lord.

They all turned into haze and resentment that lingered all year round, lingering on the top of Kunlun all day long, rustling when the wind came, and whispering in Xuejuan, all accusing the atrocities of the demon king.

With a wave of his arms, the young Demon Lord spread out those flaming wings, and the bloodthirsty heat wave destroyed all life.

Su Ye saw that the young demon turned his head for an instant, looked at him, and looked at each other. On his pale face was a pair of sinister, fierce, deep black pupils, and the bright red blood stains on the corners of his lips made him look even more sinister. Juan Kuang, that smile seemed to be mocking Su Ye.

Su Ye stepped back in fear, and the incorporeal shadow approached him with great interest.

The young Demon Lord said: "You should be judged too..."

Judge whom?Who is going to be judged?

Su Ye felt that his mind was in chaos. The black-clothed demon was approaching step by step, and he staggered back step by step, but this mysterious sense of reality made him very clear:

Everything happened in reality, it never appeared out of thin air.

Su Ye never thought that after he was no longer the Demon Lord, there would be a day when he would be judged by Ji Chen, waiting for his own punishment.

He never thought about how terrifying the former him was in the eyes of all living beings.

A man in a black robe and covered with a magic crown, Zhi Yi sat sideways on the throne of the temple, lifted high by the 39 steps below the seat, but the height was too cold.His face was sleepy and pale, he frowned displeasedly, opened his eyelids, and looked down at Su Ye with dark red pupils.

"Judge you...it's time to judge myself..."