Demon Venerable Dao Companion will never break off the marriage

The shadow cast by the nightmare landed on the ground and turned into a deep black shadow. The surrounding clouds gathered and dispersed, turbulently, and then retreated in all directions and turned into a flower shadow.

Xia Zijiao's eyes froze, only to see a peach blossom brushing in front of his eyes, and in an instant, the mountains and fields bloomed in front of his eyes.

So familiar smell...

A faint fragrance, fragrant, elegant, entwined into the flesh and blood, entwined into the meridians, climbing all the way along the limbs, almost piercing the three souls and six souls, as if this smell was already remembered in his soul , retain this taste.

There are eight thousand miles of peach blossoms and thirteen mountain ranges. The things engraved in his soul suddenly burned, and all of them rushed to the center of his brows.

Alaya looked at the large black shadows that suddenly surged up all around him: "Be careful!" Looking back at the young man behind him, the young man stood where he was, with an almost transparent paleness on his already fair face, eyelash feathers Downcast eyes are closed.

"Damn..." Alaya wondered if he had some kind of magic spell, so he couldn't keep this person.

The silvery white vertical pupils suddenly surged with fierce and hostile energy, and a large amount of blood red gushed out from the fingertips, turned into sharp blades and shot around, fell into the black mist and turned into blood rain all over the sky, crackling and falling on the black shadow, smashing out There was a sad sound, hissing and devouring screams and roars spread in the darkness, and when he raised his hand, the red rain turned into a snake, and Chi Lian killed him, locking a piece of black mist in it and strangling his throat.

Alaya consciousness, omniscient, he is born of the desire of the world, even if he has forgotten the past now, but everything in the past is still buried in his world, provided that he can remember.

His fingertips trembled, a drop of blood gushed out from his fingertips, he turned around and raised his hand to fall on the young man's eyebrows, and a drop of dark red hung in front of the young man's eyebrows.

"Xia Zijiao, wake up quickly, are you trying to kill me?"

Alaya raised his eyes to look at the sky, and saw that there was a large piece of pale gold in the shadow of the black clouds, which was very familiar, just very familiar.

He definitely knew this nightmare before, and then looked at the center of the black cloud, a powerful aura surged, and the next moment he opened his eyes wide, watching the black cloud suddenly push away, and several bloody rays shot out the black cloud. In an instant, it was dyed blood red, and half of the sky filled the sky like lava.

Immediately, a ray of light fell, and as the wind surged all over the sky, a pair of black clothes fell in front of the two of them.

died……

Yin Xuansheng raised his hand and waved away the drop of blood in front of the young man's eyebrows with his fingertips. The indifferent eyebrows showed an unstoppable ferocity due to the outflow of power, which existed between the eyebrows and eyes that were as dark as a deep pool. Those eyes were no longer a cold pool, but a dark hell.

"Your blood."

"My lord, my subordinates dare not touch the young master." Alaya broke out in a cold sweat.

Yin Xuansheng turned his head, and his eyes fell on the boy's pale face. His eyelashes were black and hung down on his fragile eyelids. Under the thin skin, he could see his tiny light blue blood vessels. In the boiling blood, he could smell A hint of peach blossom.

A faint wisp wrapped around the boy's body and spread to his nose.

"He was summoned to the dreamland of his previous life." Yin Xuansheng's eyes sank. The nightmare was seriously injured the moment he opened his bloodline just now, and he escaped with seven scales as a substitute, and disappeared in this world in an instant.

"Everything here is built with the will of Nightmare." Yin Xuansheng raised his hand, and seven pale golden scales were lying on his palm with residual blood.

Looking at the young man, he felt a violent emotion rushing upwards from his heart. This kind of strange emotion that he had never felt before was brewing in his heart early on. The accumulation day after day turned his heart into a slave to this emotion, turned him into a boy, the boy who was always willing to stay by his side, would smile foolishly at him, and would pull his sleeves The young man who walked quietly behind him.

He clenched his knuckles, the blood wasn't enough.

Anyone who dared to touch Xia Zijiao would be beaten to death by a thousand swords.

He raised his hand, seven scales were suspended in the air, and there was a turbulent hostility between his eyebrows, like a dark cloud pressing down, and an ancient hand formula formed under his finger, and a simple swipe was a sudden wind between the sky and the earth, and blood-red clouds accumulated The sky is full, like flames burning in the clouds, and the poisonous and cruel flames are burning in every corner.

"Alaya."

Alaya stared wide-eyed at the karma burning in the sky.

Lord, very displeased, he responded.

"Yes."

He transformed into a section of black mist, was involved in this hurricane and swept towards the sky, seven golden scales followed his figure, and flew into all directions of the sky under Yin Xuansheng's fingertips.

For a moment, the sky and the earth paled, and Yan Bo was like broken glass, twisted and swayed in the water waves.

He stood opposite the young man, stretched out a hand to embrace the young man in his arms, and looked at the young man leaning palely in his arms.

Since this is the domain of Nightmare, he will break this domain and expand his own domain.

The silver moon suddenly appeared in the sky, and the peach blossoms were in full bloom.

The nightmare hides in the illusion, watching the dream shattered inch by inch, the world in front of him instantly turned into Taoshan thousands of years ago. down, leaving a trace like a light red line.

He looked down and saw that in the peach forest, the corpse puppets left by the Li family were swallowed inch by inch among the petals of the peach forest, covering their bodies and their cheeks.

His eyes fell on the two people on the ground, and there was a hint of ferocity in his eyes.

tens of thousands of years.

tens of thousands of years...

Could it be that he still can't beat these two?

A flash of lightning flashed across the blood-red sky, as if cutting the world into two. He suddenly closed his eyes, and a crack appeared on the scales between his brows.

Since he wanted to shatter his dream, let's see who among them can survive this dream.

In an instant, the sky and the earth turned pale, and a light golden sun slowly shone from behind the clouds, facing the silvery white moon in the distance.

The sun and the moon are in the sky.

Yin Xuansheng looked up at the appearance of the sun and did not resist. Feeling the sensations around him, he could feel that the space was merging, and his domain and the nightmare's domain were forcibly opening up and merging.

He retracted his gaze and saw a lush big banyan tree. In the distance, the young man was sitting beside the spiritual spring. The sunlight was dappled on the young man's soft cheeks, clean clothes, white bare feet, and sparkling water waves.

Xia Zijiao sat on a thin pile of stones, his feet were soaked in warm water, his eyes were blank for a moment, he didn't understand why he suddenly appeared here, he was obviously drinking fruit wine in the peach blossom forest just now.

He knows that this is an illusion, but he seems to be a person living in it, everything is happening naturally, half of the soul is in the body, half of the soul is watching from the outside of the body, looking up, in the distance, a The black figure was walking towards him.

The sunlight fell piecemeal between his cold brows and eyes, and it didn't warm his face full of coldness. When he walked in front of him, his expression moved slightly, and there were extremely slight ripples, as if the spring breeze was warming his face and his face was cold. It faded away layer by layer.

He raised his hand, and gently, almost cautiously, placed it between the young man's brows. The next moment Xia Zijiao felt himself being grabbed by a powerful force, carefully wrapped layer by layer, and pulled back into that body. .

When the angle of view flickered, Yin Xuansheng's hand was in front of him, his fingers were slightly bent, and they fell between the square inches between his eyebrows.

Xia Zijiao raised his hand, and held his hand without even thinking about it. He seemed to be used to this kind of action, holding his sleeve corner, holding his hand, wanting to stay by his side and feel his presence Even though he knew that Yuechen could protect him, his heart still leaned towards this person infinitely.

He seems to have become partial, trusting only this one person.

His hands are very hot, very warm, the temperature under the skin is scorching hot, and it feels safe to hold them in the palm. The heat passes through the skin through the palm, along the arm to the body, and it seems to fill the emptiness in his heart in an instant. up.

"Xuansheng." He subconsciously called his name, raised his eyes to look at him, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth, although he knew that now was not the time to smile, but.

He found him again within a stick of incense.

The boy's hands were a little cold, his body temperature was already high, and the slightly cold body of the boy trapped in the illusion became more contrasting, but the boy was like the light reflected in the glass lamp, and he was relieved like a child that he was the one The person who was not forgotten and was finally found.

Childlike childishness, but soft eyes, as if hidden in the heart of a newborn mind.

Yin Xuansheng's fingertips moved slightly, without restraining the intention extending from his heart, his fingers landed on the boy's cheek, his thumb pressed against the boy's soft skin, and he rubbed his fingertips carefully.

"Are you scared."

"It's okay." The young man tilted his head slightly, and put his cheeks close to his palm, as if seeking more comfort and touch. He knew that Yin Xuansheng would come, and it might be because of this knowledge that he didn't feel uneasy.

Yin Xuansheng paused with his fingertips, lowered his eyes slightly, then withdrew his hands, took off his coat and put it on the young man, wrapping him in the wide robe.

There was his breath on the clothes, as well as the familiar heat, which instantly blocked all the slightly cold breath outside.

Yin Xuansheng grabbed his fingers under the large robe, and held them tightly in his palm.

"This should be an illusion left over from ten thousand years ago. These things still exist in your and my soul consciousness. The nightmare brought us here, trying to use this illusion of the past to devour us."

Xia Zijiao listened to him quietly: "Then... can it be broken?"

Yin Xuansheng was silent for a moment, looked sideways at the young man, with a trace of inexplicable pity: "Yes."

Xia Zijiao blinked, aware of his momentary silence: "Is it difficult? Is there anything I can help with?"

"Forcibly break through the illusion of the nightmare, and the true and false rumors will collapse together."

Xia Zijiao was taken aback, thinking of those ordinary people inside and outside Yanbo, the lotus pickers who lived seriously on the pier, and the children who were still playing and playing. They live here, and they don’t even know what Yanbo means, nor do they understand them. What it means to live here, everything is born like this when they are conscious.

Up and down, tens of thousands of lives.

Xia Zijiao's voice was dry, and he looked at Yin Xuansheng almost expectantly: "Let's... think of another way."

Yin Xuansheng looked at the boy.

He didn't care how many people were killed in Yan Boli, but he knew that Xia Zijiao would feel compassion for these people, and his soft young man would feel uneasy about it.

He does not let the evil in the world hurt him, but the kindness in his heart will still turn into thorns, worrying about the lives of all living beings.

Although good and evil are not worth mentioning to him, every look or ripple in the young man's eyes will fall on the tip of his heart, making his heart soften.

A young man's heart is compassionate to the people of the world.

He only loves young people.

"it is good."