Back to Xianzun's youth [Transmigration Book]

On the altar, the moon is bright and the flowers are falling like snow.The tide rises and falls under the altar, and the sea is silent.

The soul silk winds on the withered vines and thorns, like a field of blood-colored flowers.

Yan Qing's pale fingers grabbed the wooden sword, and he staggered to his feet.After the demon god merged with him, their emotions were common.

He could clearly feel the joy and pride of the Demon God.

Ambition and malice spread and grow like weeds.

After the first fusion, the Demon God wanted to establish a good relationship with him, and offered an olive branch to please him.

"Yan Qing, do you want to avenge Xie Shiyi?"

Yan Qing's voice was low and hoarse: "Revenge?"

Demon God: "That's right! In the 15 years of avenging Jinghong, he was drawn out of his spiritual roots, his cultivation level was destroyed, and he had a narrow escape from death."

Yan Qing lowered his eyes lightly and looked at his fingers.

Even the light fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus in the air can't suppress the strong bloody meaning.

Yan Qing merged with the Demon God's body, and in a sense, he completely broke away from the confinement of the mortal body and restored his cultivation of becoming a god.

He said, "Yeah."

Lan Xize is the cultivation of the peak of the gods, but Bai Xiaoxiao has absorbed nearly half of the nightmare of the demon realm in her body, her spiritual energy is turbulent, and her divine power is violent.

Even a random attack can make Lan Xize unable to escape.

Dabai bit his lip and stubbornly attacked the person in front of him.It bites, it scratches, it pounces, its eyes are red, like a young animal driven to a desperate situation.Dabai's body exuded thick black energy, and the last blow was when Lan Xize was unprepared, he rushed forward and pinched his neck tightly with his fingers.

The whistle in his hand fell to the ground.

Lan Xize groaned, spat out a mouthful of blood, half-knelt down, and fell under the transformed tree.

Dabai strangled his neck tightly, with tears in his eyes, and his teeth trembling, he murmured: "It was you who killed the little master, it was you, it was you——I will kill you."

A sarcastic smile overflowed from the corner of Lan Xize's lips, and he grabbed its hand instead, without using any spiritual power, green eyes flashed, and he shook it away.

Lan Xize's eyes were blood red and almost crazy, and he said every word: "Yes, it's me. But what are you, let your master kill me himself! Let Wei Shengzhuang kill me!"

Dabai fell to the ground, and the gravel hit his face, and he couldn't help crying anymore.

Lan Xize was infested with demonic energy, his brows were wrinkled, and he was about to heal his dantian with luck.But the sound of footsteps not far away made him stop again.

rustling.

Yan Qing approached step by step with the wooden sword in his hand, and his bright red robes brushed across the grass.

Lan Xize leaned against the tree and raised his head. His long silver hair was soaked in blood, and his face distorted by hatred and desire, took off all disguises and was completely exposed under the moonlight.

Yan Qing looked at Lan Xize condescendingly.

Lan Xize leaned against the tree and said sarcastically, "You're lucky."

Yan Qing said, "You should have died long ago."

Yan Qing squatted down, and the wooden sword touched Lan Xize's forehead.When he leaned over, sweet-scented osmanthus fell on his hair and shoulders.

"Lan Xi Ze," Yan Qing smiled with his lips drawn together, his voice was very soft: "When I found out the truth in Zhancheng, I thought that one day I would have to pay with my blood."

"You owe Xie Shiyi, I'll help him get back one by one."

Lan Xize's vertical pupils narrowed into a line.

Yan Qing bowed his head, his face looked both righteous and evil in the dim light and shadow.

"In the 15th year of Jinghong, the cultivation base was destroyed on the Soul Execution Platform, and the spiritual root was broken in front of the Eviscerate Cliff."

Yan Qing spoke lightly, raised his hand, and the wooden sword in his hand pierced Lan Xize's pupil without hesitation.

"They destroyed his eyes first."

The sword rises and the sword falls, and the blood falls like rain.

"And then destroyed his spiritual root."

A sword crosses the gate of life, and a sword breaks the meridians.

"Put him in the Prison of Absolute Absoluteness."

The soul silk wrapped around Lan Xize's throat.

"Force him to walk through the peach blossoms in spring water."

Tighten it inch by inch.

Yan Qing lowered his head and smiled bloodthirstyly: "Lan Xize, I really regret that I didn't let you die before the cliff of no regrets."

For a cultivator in the transformation stage, physical pain is not worth mentioning.

Even if he cut Lan Xize into pieces now, Lan Xize would not feel the pain that Xie Shiyi felt back then.

But Yan Qing just wants to see blood now.All the anger, all the distress, can only be washed away with blood.

Lan Xize didn't feel any remorse after hearing this. He smiled sarcastically and said, "He deserves it! I only regret not being able to win his heart away. If it wasn't for him, how could Wei Shengzhuang escape from Shangli Palace?" !"

Yan Qing said "Oh", and her soul thread directly penetrated into Lanxi Lake Sea of ​​Consciousness.

Lan Xize snorted, blood spilled from the corner of his lips, and the hatred on his face didn't dissipate at all.

Yan Qing's peach-blossom eyes dissipated his emotions, he looked at Lan Xize, and laughed mockingly: "Lan Xize, so, you were still thinking about love with a little make-up?"

"You plotted against her family and caused the decline of Weisheng's family. Break her wings and make her a test product for the nightmare. That's it, you still want her to be by your side?"

"I want revenge, power, and her love. How can there be such a good thing."

"You have come to this point, it is all on your own."

Yan Qing used her soul silk to ruthlessly stir in Lanxi Lake Consciousness Sea, and found the deep-rooted nightmare.

Yan Qing said lightly: "You and Jing Ruyu are really like-minded people."

Lan Xize's face was pale, cold sweat broke out on his forehead and he bent over, nine fingers inserted into the dust and fallen leaves like convulsions.

Yan Qing still had time to look at Jing Ruyu's memories when she was in Tinglan Secret Realm, to find out the truth about Xuanji Palace back then.Now, he was so disgusted that he didn't want to stay in Lanxize's sea of ​​consciousness for a second, and like a twitching mass of dead matter, he directly pulled out the nightmare from Lanxize's body and threw it on the ground.

The demon god was in his body, and his tone was excited: "Now I'm waiting for Bai Xiaoxiao to devour it."

Yan Qing asked him indifferently: "Is the nightmare of Lanxi Lake enough to form a new Wangchuan Ding?"

After the demon god merged with him, he no longer made any concealment, and said with a smile: "Of course not enough, at least seven people are needed. But there is no rush, we can take our time. The nightmare of Lanxi Lake is enough for me to peel off the spirit of Wangchuan gone."

Yan Qing hummed, put away her sword, and got up.

Lan Xize covered his eyes, blood flowed from his fingers along with gurgling blood.

These living nightmares fell to the ground one by one, like thin snakes, running towards Bai Xiaoxiao screaming excitedly.

Lan Xize lowered his head and looked at those black things quietly.This is a nightmare that he nourishes with evil thoughts day in and day out.

When it took shape, he himself did not know.Maybe in the Spiritual Palace, maybe in the Shangli Palace, or maybe long, long ago, when he was a slave boy with nothing, greed had already taken root in his heart.

Who knows.

Bai Xiaoxiao knelt down on the ground, staring blankly at all this. When the nightmare of Lanxi Ze penetrated his body from his mouth and nose, he hugged his head in pain and yelled, crying out completely.

"It hurts, ah, ah, it hurts, get out! Get out, ah, ah!"

With the death of Lanxi Ze, all the plants on the altar are withering and getting old.Vitex shrivels and leaves wither.The trees here grow too tall, and their roots are intricately entangled.

Lan Xize leaned weakly against the tree, looked up at the fallen leaves all over the sky, his eyes were in a trance for a moment, as if he had returned to the dense forest in southern Xinjiang.

The mist is the misty rain of that day, and the laurel is the morning light of that day.

Same pose, same position.

Weeds grow wildly in front of the Temple of Rebirth, and the girl's voice is like a clear spring and spiritual wind.

"How are you, do you want my help?"

Even after so long, he can still remember the slightly made-up eyes.Dark brown, like the most precious amber, with a shimmer, twinkling, more dazzling than all the treasures he has ever seen in his life.

Long-lost pain welled up in his heart, Lan Xize covered his heart, and a trace of confusion flashed deep in the snake's pupils.

In his cognition, love has always been the most hypocritical thing.

He doesn't know how to love, so he doesn't expect Wei Shengzhuang to really fall in love with him.He doesn't need love, he just needs makeup to stay by his side.It is true to want to take away the power of the demon god, and it is also true to want to revive Wei Shengzhuang.

micro makeup...

micro makeup...

Lan Xize ignored the severe throbbing pain in his heart, and smiled softly, mad and twisted.

He chanted this name over and over again, and in the end all he tasted was the sweet blood on his mouthpiece.

——"My name is Weishengzhuang, and I'm a treasure hunter."

The first time I saw him in the dense forest of southern Xinjiang, he knelt and she stood, misty and rainy mist illuminated the shining red beans with slight make-up, as well as her strange, puzzled and sympathetic eyes.She bit the candied haws, and stretched out her hand towards him, with intricate lines on her white palm.

Wei Shengzhuang couldn't see through the calculation and malice in his eyes, just like he couldn't see through the bloody end of fate.

Going round and round, ending with death.

"Where is this? Where am I?"

After Bai Xiaoxiao devoured Lan Xize's nightmare, the chaotic divine power in her body was suppressed and she came to her senses.He murmured in confusion, and when he opened his eyes, he saw fallen leaves piled up on the ground.

The sound of the sea tide is endless, and the bright moon osmanthus blows past his eyelashes.

Bai Xiaoxiao raised her head in a daze, and when she saw the silver-haired man, she immediately recalled all the terrifying memories, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"After a while, Bai Xiaoxiao heard footsteps, turned her head in astonishment, and saw Yan Qing.

Bai Xiaoxiao was bloodless: "Yanqing..."

Yan Qing's gaze fell on him vaguely.

The demon god was eager to try and said: "You give me the right to control the soul now, and I will take Bai Xiaoxiao away."

Yan Qing said indifferently: "He is in a bad state right now."

The Demon God said excitedly: "Of course I know that Bai Xiaoxiao's body is in a mess right now. So our first step is to separate the spirit of Wangchuan first. Then, use the nightmare in Lanxi Ze as the axis to fuse all the nightmares together." Condensed into a tripod - we will be reborn in the tripod!"

Yan Qing nodded, and said lightly, "Well, you come."

The moment he accepted the fusion of the demon god, he had already given half of his soul control to him.

The Demon God smiled slightly.He really wants to have a good relationship with Yan Qing now, so he speaks softly.

"Yanqing, close your eyes."

Yan Qing closed his eyes.

Leaving his body to the Demon God, he watched his eyes coldly and then opened them to the purest emerald green.

The Demon God walked forward, met Bai Xiaoxiao's gaze, and just smiled strangely.

Yan Qing's appearance was originally romantic and evil, but now it is even more evil, with a faint red light oozing from every strand of hair.

Bai Xiaoxiao suddenly felt fear, an unprecedented fear.

The demon god was too lazy to talk to this container, he raised his hand, a trace of black mist overflowed from his fingertips, and poured it into his eyes.

The long wind lifted "Yan Qing"'s red robe and black hair at the sideburns, and saw that pair of blue eyes slowly flowing out of the eye sockets like melting pearls.across the cheek and landed on the ground.

The moment it touched the ground—the extremely dazzling and vast green light almost illuminated the entire vast sea!

The night is like day!

With Bai Xiaoxiao at the center, the blue light was like an ancient formation.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

Bai Xiaoxiao hugged her head and knelt on the ground.

In his body, the black nightmare visible to the naked eye is surging and roaring, like shackles, long snakes, and fences.Messy and chaotic, turbulent and crazy.There are white shimmers around every black nightmare, and in this big blue formation, black and white are separated.

The Spirit of Wangchuan was forcibly stripped away!

Milky white fluorescence slowly condenses in the air!

The demon god watched the ball of white light take shape with empty eyes, and his face was full of abnormal frenzy and ecstasy.

He waited for this moment for too long, too long.

He is now co-existing with Yan Qing, and he is a soul from another world.

He is free from the nine levels and eight wastes, the five elements and six combinations, and is not under the jurisdiction of the order here. Now even the Xiaoyu Palace can't do anything about him!

Wait for him to completely cultivate this body into a tripod, and regain all his strength.

Under this world, He is the only, supreme, God.He can even continue to devour new evil thoughts, and the heavens will not be able to stop his steps at that time.

Yan Qing was also watching the spirit of Wangchuan leave, glistening white light seeped from Bai Xiaoxiao's limbs and bones.

The moist sea breeze smells of sweet-scented osmanthus and blood.

The words that the Demon God had spoken to him in the barrier city caught his ears word by word.

【Yan Qing, do you still remember what I told you in Shifang City.I said that there is a nightmare in everyone's body, just like a shadow, which cannot be shaken off forever. 】

[Then you have to admit one thing, as long as there are people in this world, I cannot perish.I was born because of the evil of Zhushen, but my continuation is very simple.Human emotions are too complicated, and evil thoughts can be born in every moment. 】

The spiritual void of Wangchuan is a bead, and the white streamer is like a thin yarn, constantly entangled and condensed.

【Yan Qing, do you know what the only way to seal me in this world is?In the Xiaoyu Palace, let Xie Shiyi use his life as a sacrifice and Liuli Xin as the eye of the formation, and re-activate the demon-slaying formation. 】

【——I'll just tell you how to seal it, Yan Qing, do you dare to try it? 】

The last ray of white fluorescence escaped from Bai Xiaoxiao's heart, and now there were only balls of churning and entangled nightmares left in his body.The night is dark blue, and according to the rising bead, it is shining brightly and gathering bright light.

[Then Yanqing, let's make a deal, you help me to be reborn.How about I send you to another world away from everything here? 】

[You know, evil thoughts are endless, even if Xie Shiyi seals me with his life, it will only be another ten thousand years of peace.You have to believe in human beings, you have to believe that they won't let me sleep for too long, just like fate. 】

The moment the spirit of Wangchuan was completely separated, Yan Qing seemed to hear an extremely crisp sound.

This sound came from the sea, between heaven and earth, from outside the world, like the sigh of heaven.

The Demon God couldn't hold back his ambition any longer, and laughed almost maniacally.

"Hahahahahaha."

"Success."

He opened his hand, and he was about to set up a grand battle to kill Bai Xiaoxiao, and parasitize Yan Qing into this nightmare-ridden body.

But with a mental pain, suddenly, Yan Qing, who had the control over the other half, stopped him.

After the demon god was stunned, he flew into a rage: "Yan Qing, what are you doing!"

Yan Qing ignored her, he opened his eyes, and black and white pupils grew in the empty eye sockets again.

There was a line of cold blood and tears at the end of the eyes.

Yan Qing looked at the spirit of Wangchuan, his voice was very soft.

He said.

"No luck, come out."

The Demon God was completely stunned.

Unwilling was still a little dazed when he flew out of the mustard seed, Yan Qing didn't know what method he used to make him fall asleep for a long time.It spread its wings under the dark moon, it was obviously a very small bat, but its shadow was like a huge thing.

"How can I sleep like this..."

Unwilling to yawn, eyes sleepy, suddenly felt a strange sense of detachment in his body.

"Uh?"

It stared wide-eyed, turned its head, and wanted to see Yan Qing.However, there was an inexplicable gravitational force that made it unable to control its body anymore, and kept rising into the air.

"Yan Qing!" Fu Zhi stretched out his paw, feeling scared for the first time.But when he turned his head, he saw Yan Qing standing under the moonlight, his face almost transparent, looking at it quietly.

Gravity is getting stronger.

Reluctantly screaming: "I rely on it! Yanqing save me."

For the first time in Yan Qing's body, the demon god froze completely, and he also watched in disbelief as he flew towards the spirit of Wangchuan in frustration.

At the same time, Yan Qing's hoarse and cold voice came: "There is no need for Bai Xiaoxiao to become a new tripod, the Wangchuan tripod has always existed in this world."

The Demon God almost spat out those three words from between his teeth: "Wangchuan Ding... Wangchuan Ding!!!"

The Wangchuan Ding still exists in this world!

Wang Chuan Ding is actually in Yan Qing's hands!

The Demon God almost frantically wanted to snatch the right to use Yan Qing's body, to prevent Wang Chuan's current fusion.

But this time, the soul silk in Yan Qing's hand penetrated directly into his body, into his meridians and dantian.

Let him feel the pain, the madness that he feels.

The Demon God broke down and shouted: "Yan Qing, you crazy! You crazy!"

Yan Qing said, "I've never understood it. Why do you think that merging with my soul is a good thing for you?"

The demon god knew what Yan Qing was going to do almost instantly.He just melted his eyes, and poured all the power he had gathered with great difficulty into this large formation.

It can be said that there is no nightmare or power in him now.

The demon god shouted his name almost tremblingly.

"Yanqing..."

For him, merging with Yanqing is a matter of no harm.

He can use Yanqing's soul to avoid the shackles of the Xiaoyu Palace, and at the same time secretly collect all the power he has scattered in the world.Even without Bai Xiaoxiao, He can create countless 480 temples to achieve his goal!

Nightmare floats between heaven and earth.

As long as Yan Qing is alive, it will be able to gather all its strength one day.Even if Yan Qing committed suicide, he would just return to heaven and earth and start all over again.

A game where you can only win and never lose.

But now, Wang Chuan Ding's appearance let him know Yan Qing's real plan.

Yan Qing looked at the sky quietly, and said softly: "The Wangchuan cauldron and the spirit of Wangchuan are united. In an instant, all the nightmares in the world can be sealed."

"If you haven't merged with me, you can open the seal directly and get back all your power... But now, you can't do it."

Reluctantly, he flew into the air, and after seeing the bead, he was in a daze for a long time.It stretched out its wings blankly, and the moment the end of the bone wings touched the spirit of Wangchuan, a strange feeling surged from its heart.

It stretched out and hugged it with its wings, like hugging the moon.

There was a trace of tenderness in Yan Qing's eyes, he laughed, and said softly: "At that time, there will be no nightmare in the world, and you will not find the power to swallow you, and you will not be able to be manipulated by anyone. You can only stay like this forever, staying in my body... and I see the world, from barrenness to destruction."

"Yan Qing!"

The demon god's voice was sharp and insane, and his anger and hatred were so strong that it seemed to cut through the long sky!

Rumble, rumble.The altar was collapsing, and the dantian of the meridians had just been destroyed by the soul thread of Qing.

Now covered in blood, and unable to escape.

A line of fish-belly white appears at the end of the vast sea, and rouge-colored clouds smudge the sky.I don't know if it's the sunset glow or the power of Wangchuan.

Yan Qing said: "You're right. Nightmare is the evil in people's hearts, which cannot be eradicated. Both love and hate are the seeds of evil thoughts. This is destined to make you immortal."

Yan Qing closed her eyes weakly, said with a light smile, "Then... I will accompany you to immortality."

This nightmare chaos that has lasted for thousands of years is destined to never end, just like the endless desires in people's hearts.

He will coexist with the Demon God.

In this long and endless life, use your body as a cage to seal him forever and ever.

— There is no death date.