Back to Xianzun's youth [Transmigration Book]

When Bai Xiaoxiao woke up, she found that she was in a cave, and that scary man with snake eyes was not there.

He stood up tremblingly, wanting to go out to escape, but when he reached the entrance of the cave, Bai Xiaoxiao was scared into a sieve.

This cave stands on a cliff on the bottom of the sea, and outside is the endless abyss!He stepped back, squatted down against the wall, and hugged his knees whimpering.

"Help me, who will save me..."

Opposite the cave.

Lan Xize sat on a pine and cypress between the slanting cracks, looking down at the blue fog constantly emerging from the bottom of the abyss with a blank expression.

The demon god has gone to deal with Xie Shiyi, and his task now is to cultivate containers for him.

"I'll help you restore your strength, will you really help me revive my micro makeup." He crushed a wooden branch with his fingers: "I don't think so."

Qin Ziang lost contact suddenly, but he didn't bother to track it down. From the beginning to the end, none of them regarded each other as allies.

In Xiaoyu Palace, the sky is full of snow.

On the vast snowfield, only the sound of falling snow whizzes past, making this place even more desolate and lonely.

Every mountain peak here is covered with a layer of colored glaze by the ice edge, and the colored glaze refracts the sunlight, reflecting gorgeous and gorgeous brilliance in the clouds.

Jing Ruchen walked out from the apse of Xiaoyu Palace, followed by a member of the Immortal Alliance.

Jing Ruchen tilted his head to look at Yu Xin, and smiled: "Don't follow me, I won't run away."

As a monk at the Mahayana stage, Yu Xin naturally didn't dare to be rude to Jing Ruchen at the stage of transformation.

But this is the Xiaoyu Palace, and every piece of snow in the Xiaoyu Palace seems to be transformed by the order between the heaven and the earth.The higher the cultivation base, the more afraid of this place.

Yu Xin respectfully said: "Master Jing, forgive me. This is an order left by the leader, and we have to obey it."

"Really." Jing Ruchen's white skirt skimmed over the lower third jade steps, blending into the vast white snow, but his tone could not detect joy or anger: "Now that the Demon Realm is in turmoil over the Cangwanghai, it is the time when the world is in chaos. Xie Ying trapped us here, what is he trying to do?"

Yu Xin: "The suzerain can ask the leader himself."

There was no smile in Jing Ruchen's eyes: "Will he answer if I ask?"

It is not a small price to pay to get an answer from Xie Ying.

A cultivator in the transformation stage can walk without getting a little dust, and she doesn't want to get a piece of snow in the Xiaoyu Temple.

Jing Ruchen stepped on the air with every step, and said indifferently: "I'm afraid Qin Ziang would never have imagined that Xiaoyu Palace is actually his tomb."

Yu Xin didn't speak.

Jing Ruchen asked: "When will Xie Ying come?"

Yu Xin said, "This subordinate doesn't know."

The mirror moved lightly like dust and lotus steps, and arrived at the back of Xiaoyu Hall, looking at a snow peak soaring into the clouds, his eyes shone brightly: "This is the place where he has been retreating for a hundred years?"

Yu Xin said, "Yes."

Jing Ruchen said: "Can I go in?"

Yu Xin said, "As long as you can get in."

"Oh." Jing Ruchen spread out his plain white palm, and a lotus flower emerged on the thin lines.With a flick of her finger, the lotus-shaped sharp weapon distorted the wind and snow time and space in an instant, and struck towards the cloud peak.

But there was only a crisp bang, and the lotus hit a certain barrier and split into pieces, like powder dissolved in snow and fell down one after another.

Can't open.

Jing Ruchen was not surprised, she withdrew her hand, remained silent for a long time, and smiled faintly.

"Tell me, for a person like Xie Ying who has exhausted all kinds of tricks, how real is the performance of living and dying together." She didn't know how she was feeling now, maybe it was funny, maybe it was ironic.Nameless anger spread ragingly in the bottom of my heart.

She thought of everything in Ting Lan's secret realm, Xie Ying's extremely cold eyes when he broke through the burning formation of Xuanyin; she thought of his trembling hands brushing Yan Qing's cheek when he half kneeled on the ground.

Glass heart, glass heart.

Sure enough, the most affectionate, the most ruthless.

Traveling all the way, from the Demon Realm to the human world to the heaven, Yan Qing finally saw Lan Xize at the bottom of the Jingu Palace.The end of the ruins of the shrine is in the magic ditch.

Yan Qing walked out of a secret passage and saw the Wanren Abyss.

Lan Xize was sitting on a pine and cypress at the entrance of the cave, his silver hair was like snow, and the wind from bottom to top was blowing his robe, the bottom of the robe was empty, like a ghost.

Lan Xize heard footsteps and tore a leaf from the branch. He seemed to be chatting with a friend with great interest.

"The Supreme Elders of the Nine Sects have all gone to the Demon Realm. In fact, you don't need to spend so much effort. I will fill up this trench sooner or later."

"The Demon God gave me many ways to revive him, one of which is how to help the spirit of Wangchuan to devour him."

Yan Qing sees through everything, his eyes are like knives: "Are you going to let Bai Xiaoxiao devour the entire Demon Realm?!"

Lan Xize bent his eyes and smiled: "Yes."

Yan Qing said lightly, "Are you not afraid that I will kill you?"

Lan Xize said: "You find me first, then talk about it."

He turned around suddenly, with a pair of snake-like vertical pupils that were cold and bloody, prominent cheekbones, and an unpredictable expression.

When Lan Xize's gaze fell on the breath-avoiding bead in Yan Qing's hand, he smiled with disinterest: "So Wei Shengzhuang uses this to avoid me?"

Yan Qing said coldly, "You don't deserve to mention her name."

Lan Xize: "I am not worthy? I am her husband and I am not worthy, so who is worthy?"

Yan Qing was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, with a flick of his finger, thousands of red threads turned into phantoms of spider webs and attacked Lan Xize, but only one phantom was penetrated by his soul threads.

Lan Xize looked down at the red thread passing through his body, raised his hand to break it, but found that it would only get more and more tightly entangled, he said with a smile: "Interesting."

Lan Xize is not as arrogant as Huai Mingzi, even if Yan Qing's cultivation base has not recovered, he will not confront him face to face because of his soul thread, this is just a clone.

After Yan Qing found this out, he didn't bother, and said directly, "Where is Xie Shiyi?"

Lan Xize looked at him when he heard this.

He raised his hand, and the fireflies all over the sky were scattered on the cliff like fine snow.

Lan Xize said: "Yan Qing, you have already seen Wei Shengzhuang and me in the Qixi Bead, and you still have a deep love for my son. Don't you think you are looking for your own death?"

"In some respects, Xie Shiyi will only be more ruthless than me."

Fireflies spiral into the sky, illuminating the world.

Lan Xize raised his eyebrows, and suddenly asked a little frivolously: "What's the matter? You also fell in love with him?"

Yan Qing said: "Lan Xize, don't think everyone is as disgusting as you."

Lan Xize laughed mockingly: "Isn't love and love a disgusting thing?"

The Nanjiang clan is best at deceiving people, they can disguise love in every look and smile.According to the old saying of the old man, if you pretend to be affectionate for a lifetime, you will grow old together.So he didn't feel that the love he got after giving Wei Shengzhuang a love nightmare was not love.

——The spirit of Wangchuan only blames the bad things.

Lan Xize suddenly waved and said, "Come on, Yan Qing, I'll show you a good show."

"Get lost." Yan Qing's pupils were filled with blood.

He walked forward, with red clothes and red threads dispelling all the mist: "Lan Xize, I have been watching the show before. Now this show is on my head, I don't want to watch it."

"Oh?"

Yan Qing stretched out his hand and untied the red thread wrapped around his thin white wrist.The soul silk is like thousands of ghosts and monsters, wrapping around him into a cocoon of the beginning.Lan Xize Xuetong looked at him quietly, letting these soul strands destroy him.

Before this distraction disappeared, he gave Yan Qing a malicious smile.

The sea fog beat up heavily, and finally Yan Qing was left alone on the cliff.

The fireflies summoned by Lanxi Ze emitted a faint carmine red light.The red light became brighter and more intense, covering the world in an instant.They kept pressing down like a pink cloud.

There has never been a sunny day in the Demon Realm, except for the black clouds and blue smoke, this is the second wonder.

After entering the Demon Realm, the Supreme Elder of the Nine Sects fought viciously with the Lords of the Hundred Cities, and was more or less injured.They clutched their wounds, half kneeled on the ground, raised their heads, and looked at the red glow in the sky in horror.

"what is this?"

"Ugh."

I don't know who started to vomit first.

Then more and more people began to bend over and vomit.

But the vomit was not blood or bile, but clumps of black stuff.

First the mouth, then the eyes, then the nose, then the ears.The black nightmare continuously flowed out from the five orifices, was absorbed by the red glow, and flew straight up into the sky.

Yan Qing sat where Lan Xize had been before.Seeing the black air rising in all directions, forming a dark river, flowing into the opposite cave, and flowing into Bai Xiaoxiao's body.

Bai Xiaoxiao was still sleeping, and suddenly felt a damp and suffocating feeling.He woke up in the corner of the cave, his pupils widened, and he watched countless black mist pouring into his body in disbelief.

"What is this, get out, get out! Don't come here!" He was sick, he screamed, he panicked, but it didn't work.

His feet were bound, and the vines gushing out from the ground grabbed him tightly, forcing him to kneel and sit in the center of the formation.

I can't go anywhere.

If Yan Qing can enter the cave, he will find that this formation is a technique to ward off nightmares.Bai Xiaoxiao is the incarnation of the nightmare of love and the spirit of Wangchuan. Although he is the spirit of Wangchuan, he is also a nightmare!

Lan Xize never believed in demon gods from the beginning to the end, what he was thinking about was how to use all the power for his own use.He wanted to use the technique of guarding against nightmares to cultivate Bai Xiaoxiao into his most powerful weapon.

Xie Shiyi left from that cave, because of Emperor Nandou's words, he didn't choose to go to Cangwanghai to find Yanqing immediately.He returned to Xiaoyu Palace.

Jiuchong Feixue was waiting for the long-lost Palace Master Xiaoyu.

The curtains in the deep palace of the Han Palace were lowered, and the lanterns were lit up one after another.The suzerain of the Nine Sects was in the seat, and a pair of indifferent and angry eyes fell on him.

But Xie Shiyi didn't communicate with anyone.After he ordered Qin Ziang to be taken to the dungeon, he turned and left.

"Thank you!" The head of the Liuguang Sect roared angrily.Just like that night when the blood was shed, the young man in snow casually wiped his sword, but now he still left everyone with only a cold back.

Xie Shiyi held the sword of no regrets, and went to the apse alone, the snow-clothed gauze flitted across the deep cliff, and the closed stone door opened in front of him.

If outsiders see this retreat place, they must be very shocked, because it is completely different from the imagined ice and snow.

This is a house that is not very ordinary but not very gorgeous.

Antique, filled with all kinds of small wooden toys.The walls are white and the tiles are green. Banana trees are planted outside the half-opened window, and there is a small silver bell tied with a red string under the corner of the eaves, which rings when the wind blows.

No one would have imagined that Xie Shiyi would transform into such a place among the snowy peaks of Xiaoyu Palace.Xie Shiyi was sitting in front of the desk, with his hair on the ground, his eyes downcast, and his fingers lightly brushed the word "11" on the corner of the table.

Now he suddenly wanted to see Yan Qing, wanted to see him very much.

"Shiyi, you were able to prevent this from happening in advance. With your ability, you can destroy 480 temples, kill the spirit of Wangchuan, and put an end to all future troubles before the demon god recovers."

"Why are you betting?"

"You let the Qin family's plan go. When the demon god recovers all his strength, you can only use your life to end the chaotic world. Do you really not regret it?"

How can you regret it.From the first moment the plan took root in my heart.He knew that he could not turn back on this road, and he would not turn back.

It's almost time.

Yan Qing stood up from the pines and cypresses, her red robe echoing the floating clouds of rouge.His black hair fell like a waterfall, a few strands of hair brushed against Yanyan's cold facial features, his skin was pale, and the red thread was all held in his hands, leaving only thin strangle marks on his wrists one after another.

This strange rouge cloud floating on the trench attracted all the disciples.

Immediately afterwards, half of the cliff where Bai Xiaoxiao was imprisoned suddenly collapsed, and finally, with a bang, an inverted triangular platform was lifted up by red clouds and broke through the sea.

Yan Qing looked indifferent, stepped off Ling Feng, and followed it out to sea.

The rest of the disciples were shocked.

"what is this?"

"Follow!"

This platform broke through the sea and lifted into the sky, even level with the sacrificial platform in the Canghai Realm.Bai Xiaoxiao's feet were bound by vine chains, and she knelt in the center of the altar, surrounded by various black fog barriers.

Lan Xize was standing next to him, holding a whistle in his hand.

He lowered his head, his eyes met Yan Qing across the sea and bright moon.

Two pairs of the same blood pupils were on the verge of a dagger.

Lan Xize smiled.

The thousands of red threads on Yan Qing's fingertips became a bridge, and the clothes were like falling stars, and they reached the triangular platform all at once.Lanxi Ze is the son of Southern Xinjiang, and he can use all the plants, trees and fireflies.On the altar, an osmanthus tree covers the sky and the sun, like a Yaotai under the moon, with colorful Qionghua.

Lan Xize said: "Your speed is quite fast..."

Yan Qing stared at him with lingering eyes, and was not provoked, and asked directly: "Lan Xize, did Jinghong 15 years come from you?"

Lan Xize said indifferently: "Are you talking about the replacement of the civet cat in the barrier city for the crown prince? I just let Xie Shiyi return to his identity. He usurped someone else's identity, shouldn't he pay the price?"

Yan Qing: "No, if it wasn't for your instigation and oppression, the Xie family would only wish to keep this civet cat."

Lanxi Ze was noncommittal.

Yan Qing said, "You have been observing the barrier city."

Lan Xize smiled, and there was a bit of tenderness in his eyes: "My wife died there, and my son was born there. Naturally, I will always pay attention to this place."

Yan Qing laughed sarcastically when he heard the words, exposing his hypocrisy, and said softly, "Lan Xize, aren't you tired of acting?"

"You signed a contract with the Demon God in the name of reviving the micro-makeup, making the Demon God think that it has captured your weakness. In fact, what you are trying to achieve is the power of God from beginning to end."

The tenderness and smile on Lan Xize's face disappeared completely, and the snake pupils looked at him coldly.

Lan Xize sneered: "You think you know me well?"

Yan Qing said indifferently: "You entered the Xiaoyu Palace under the pseudonym Xu Ruqing after the first year of Jinghong. The purpose of worshiping was the Wangchuan Ding. The avalanche in the Xiaoyu Palace back then was also the disaster caused by your attempt to find the Wangchuan Ding."

Lan Xize's expression was distorted for a moment when he mentioned this matter, and he said indifferently: "Yes. I used to think that Wei Shengzhuang was a fool, but I didn't expect myself to be stupid too. The gods and Buddhas are destroyed, and they will not be found in another 100 years."

Yan Qing went on to say: "After that avalanche, you passed the position to Xie Shiyi. You must have known something and started to fear Xiaoyu Palace."

Lan Xize stared at him and smiled: "Continue."

Yan Qing looked up and said, "Lan Xize, you are a demon, right?"

Lan Xize didn't speak, but his eyes were sinister and cold.

Yan Qing said to herself: "You once pushed Xie Shiyi to death with your own hands, so how could you kindly give way to him? You just want to destroy him."

"You're right." Lan Xize's smile deepened, and he didn't deny it. He sat on the osmanthus tree, and with a flick of his sleeves, the tree was full of flowers, and he said softly: "The first time I saw him in Xiaoyu Temple, I knew that child had obsessions."

Lan Xize said: "You might as well guess whether Xie Shiyi is a demon seed now."

Yan Qing slowly closed his eyes.

"Too much obsession is not a good thing. You know, a lot of evil thoughts come from not being able to get what you want." Lan Xize said with a smile: "Xiaoyu Palace is a place where the master kills, and it is also a cage where evil thoughts are allowed to spread. Unrestrained Power, many times, will only push people into the abyss of depravity."

"I didn't expect that his obsession was actually the young master of Shifang City. What's more, he became the master of Xiaoyu Palace, controlling the only road leading to heaven in the Demon Realm—the final choice is to wait. "

Yan Qing said indifferently, "This is the difference between you and him."

Lan Xize smiled, but there was no smile in his vertical pupils. He commented: "People who are too obsessed will definitely die in Xiaoyu Palace."

Lan Xize put the whistle to his mouth.

"I'll kill you first. Don't worry, Shiyi will go to Huangquan to accompany you soon."

The whistle blew, and the vines that trapped Bai Xiaoxiao on the high platform scattered like a tide.

Bai Xiaoxiao had devoured countless nightmares, and now the power in his body was in a state of critical explosion, he was unconscious and staggered to his feet.

The establishment of 480 temples in Lanxi Ze is just to imitate the spirit of Wangchuan and collect nightmares from all over the world.

But now Bai Xiaoxiao alone is enough.

There is no need to gather clouds and rain.

Sexual intercourse between men and women is not required.

It is not necessary to condense the nightmare in the fetus to take it out.

Now the nightmares in the world, no matter where they are or what shape they are, can be attracted by him and swallowed by him.

Yan Qing had no choice but to call the name of the demon god in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Looking at this scene, the demon god blinked his green eyes, a little surprised but more mocking.

He said: "Do you think Lan Xize is smart? He was misunderstood by his cleverness. The technique I taught him can only be used after Bai Xiaoxiao becomes a real new tripod. It is too early. Lan Xize did this , which is actually beneficial to us.”

Lan Xize blew the whistle, and Bai Xiaoxiao attacked Yan Qing.Every sword move has no rules, but the chaotic, complicated and cruel spiritual power inside still makes Yan Qing have to beware.Besides Bai Xiaoxiao, Yan Qing also had to deal with Lan Xize.

All kinds of complicated vines and thorns grew on the ground of the altar, and the symbiotic poisonous insects, snakes and ants also rushed to him.

Yan Qing was accidentally stabbed and scratched his arm, and blood seeped from under his wide sleeve.

The Demon God said coldly, "Yan Qing, attack his eyes."

Yan Qing broke free from a dead vine, and when Bai Xiaoxiao stabbed towards him like a madman with a sword, the red thread pierced his eyes directly. "Ah--" Bai Xiaoxiao was in a trance, put down her sword and yelled loudly.Half-squatting on the ground, covering her face with her hands, her shoulders trembling, she was indescribably fragile and pitiful.

The demon god gloated and said, "Lan Xize is self-defeating. He has inherited too many memories, and now is the most chaotic time."

Yan Qing's eyes are as complicated as a long night that cannot be torn apart.After a long time, he squatted down and took out the breath avoiding bead.

Bai Xiaoxiao covered her eyes, the sockets of her eyes that had cried were green, she was at a loss, like a child.

He was still sobbing because of his body injury, but he was immediately infected by the familiar breath, and he raised his head blankly.

The moonlight seeps from the osmanthus qiongzhi, mottled by the petals, and falls on the pale and charming face of the young man.Yan Qing's loose robes fluttered in the wind, and all kinds of withered thorns and vines lay under his feet.

The young man with dark hair and red clothes squatted down, the cold wind blew up his sleeves, revealing his blue and white arms, the scars on them were like azaleas weeping blood, scattered and shocking.

Yan Qing said hoarsely.

"Dabai, kill him."

Dabai, kill him.

The breath-avoiding beads let Dabai's consciousness gain the upper hand.

"Owner……"

The eyes of Bai Xiaoxiao's green madman became clear, and it looked at the breath-avoiding bead with tears in its eyes.

Dabai's heart was empty, and he didn't turn his head until he heard Yan Qing's guidance.When the ignorant and confused eyes saw Lanxi Ze, tears rolled down instantly, and at the same time, hatred was overwhelming.

Three-year-old children don't know life and death, love and hate.

But the moment it saw this person, it seemed to hear the cry of the little master in its ears.In the cramped snake prison, in the endless darkness.

Lan Xize sat on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree and witnessed all this, wondering what was lost in his thoughts.

It's just that he can't allow him to react, Dabai's attack has already rushed towards him like a madman.

Lan Xize stretched out his hand, and a cyan wind condensed from his fingertips. The sky was full of green leaves around him, and the absolutely powerful power of transforming gods surged for nine days, causing the sea water in the entire vast sea to roar wildly.

The sea startled the mountains, and the heavens and the earth were phenomenal.

Everyone on the sea level was stunned.

Lan Xize met those immature and hateful eyes, smiled slightly, as if talking to himself: "So you hate me so much."

Every thorn on the altar was poisonous, and the poison penetrated into the blood. Although it did not pose a threat to Yan Qing's life, it still made him exhausted.

Yan Qing leaned against an osmanthus tree.

The demon god couldn't hide his excitement: "When Bai Xiaoxiao devours the nightmare of Lanxi Ze, we can take him away."

Yan Qing pulled the corner of her lower lip, suddenly feeling sick.This feeling of boredom and nausea has been with him for a long time, his internal organs are boiling and his soul is burning.He desperately wanted to be freed.But he knew that in this life, in this life, he might not be able to escape.

"We can fuse first now."

The Demon God's tone was full of excitement.She transformed into the appearance of a girl, and walked out from Yan Qing's sea of ​​consciousness.The girl's hair was tied up in a slanted bun, and the jasper beads on it were as bright as her eyes.Wearing a black dress, she squatted in front of Yan Qing.

The demon god let out a soft sigh: "Yanqing, we have lived together for a hundred years, and now we are finally going to become one."

Yan Qing looked at her indifferently.

Thousands of red threads rise from the sky and the earth, forming an inseparable cocoon.The light yellow sweet-scented osmanthus is as colorful as falling snow.

One had blue pupils smiling, while the other had blood eyes that were as cold as ice.

At this moment, the red thread enters the fate, and at this moment, all the causes and effects of the century-old acquaintance from the bottom of the sea are connected in series.

Yan Qing closed his eyes.

He shared his soul with the Demon God.From then on, between them, life and death are interlinked, thoughts are interlinked, words and deeds are interlinked.

It feels amazing to accept the Majin.

Yan Qing remembered something Xie Shiyi once said.

——"Nightmare is another you".

The process of him merging with the demon god was more like remembering all his unspeakable evil thoughts and desires.

He didn't even feel that there was anything more in his soul.

The Demon God seemed to have become his second personality.