Yaozun is chasing me to open the screen

Yan Hualan's mind instantly exploded into fireworks.

The whole world seemed to be suddenly quiet, he could only see the light pink lips opening and closing, saying, "Brother help you".

The tip of his nose became hot, and his hands lowered further and lower: "Brother...what can you do for me?"

Shuang Jiangnian smiled brightly: "Remember this feeling.——I promise you will never forget it."

Yan Hualan's nosebleed finally overwhelmed and flowed out.

Immediately afterwards, he erupted with an earth-shattering scream.

Shi Shiran sat up in Shuang Jiangnian, retracted the nine thorns, and covered his ears that were hurt by the pig's cry.

Yan Hualan's face was pale, and his eyes looked like a pitiful and deceived male college student who was new to the world, hunched over and enduring the unbearable pain of life.

Shuang Jiangnian put on her clothes, looked back and smiled: "Unforgettable in a lifetime, right?"

Yan Hualan was unwilling, and nodded aggrievedly.

Hmph, wait and see, 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, next spring I will hold you down and open your screen like this and that and that and that...

"Remember to clean up the bed." Shuang Jiangnian said again, "Also, just kneel down for a stick of incense."

Yan Hualan was obedient immediately: "Okay."

He cleaned the bed with spells, pulled out Qingjue and knelt down.

The pain inevitably cast a psychological shadow on him. In the next few days alone, Yan Hualan subsided a lot—or maybe he hid his intentions deeper.

Ten days later, the flying boat finally arrived at Fengcheng near Hongfengling.

The autumn wind is bleak, the mortal towns of more than a hundred years ago stand alone, the wine flags are eroded by the wind and rain, and the color cannot be seen clearly. People disappear out of thin air, leaving a dead city empty.

There are ruins everywhere, and spiders don't bother to build nests and webs here.

They walked side by side on the deserted street, Yan Hualan recounted in detail the news he had inquired when he came last time.

"According to mortal legends, Maple City used to be a prosperous town, until one day a hundred years ago, when all the living people disappeared overnight, it became a ghost town."

"Bold swordsmen came to take risks, and the emperors of the world also sent troops to investigate this place, but without exception, they disappeared without a trace."

As the saying goes, "When gods fight, mortals suffer", but Shuang Jiangnian doesn't believe that Phoenix will be involved in the mortal world.

Apart from them, there is not even a single living thing in Fengcheng.The system has detected the air and water sources here, and there is no magic energy or toxins, and everything is normal.

There seemed to be a rustling sound in his ears, and Shuang Jiangnian turned around suddenly, but saw nothing.

Maybe it's an illusion caused by nervous tension.

Out of his sight, a thin vine was hidden under the bluestone slab.

Not long after crossing Maple City, they came to the foot of Hongfeng Ridge.

There is an enchantment around Hongfeng Ridge, and you can't use flying magic weapons, you can only go up and down on foot.

There were no insects or birds, and there was no red maple in sight. The whole mountain was covered with a light gray thick fog. Shuang Jiangnian discovered that there was a trace amount of magic poison in the fog.

He held Yan Hualan's hand: "Shuangxiu."

Yan Hualan, who had a cold face just now, blushed on his cheeks: "Although I really want to satisfy my brother, it doesn't seem suitable here... Well, if my brother really wants to, it's not impossible. Stimulate."

Shuang Jiangnian looked at him strangely, as if trying to dig out the yellow waste in his brain.

"Shallow-level dual cultivation does not require physical intercourse, but only physical contact. You transfer the spiritual energy to me, and I will transfer the spiritual energy to you. The cycle is slow. My physique can expel traces of demonic poison in your body."

Yan Hualan was disappointed: "...Oh."

But holding his brother's cool and soft hand is also very happy, and he soon cheered up.

"Brother, this mist can make people hallucinate, no matter what, remember that it is me who is holding hands with you."

The year of frost and crimson should be born.

The monk can use the turtle's breath technique without breathing, but these mist can obviously not only invade from the breath, but also the contact of the eyes, ears, and even the skin will have an effect.

In the illusion, even the identity of the person holding hands beside him will change.

As they were walking in the mist, Shuang Jiangnian felt Yan Hualan beside him shake violently.

"What's wrong?" He sent a voice transmission.

Yan Hualan regained consciousness: "This illusion is too vicious, just now it turned my brother into..."

"What has become?"

Yan Hualan's tone was horrified: "I became that old man Baihe, he forced me to wear thick long johns and a fat padded jacket, and even forced me to go to court, and I was not allowed to leave until I finished wearing three thousand memorials!"

Shuang Jiangnian: "..."

For a while, he couldn't tell which one was worse, Prime Minister Bai He or Yan Hualan.

Yan Hualan was curious: "In brother's illusion, what have I become?"

Shuang Jiangnian looked sideways at the other party, paused for a while before slowly saying: "You are still you."

of course not.

But he thought it was better not to tell Yan Hualan.

Because at this time in the illusion, the person holding his hand is the devil.

The demon lord's hands were covered with bandages, and leech-like demonic poison was constantly squeezed out from the gaps in the bandages, greedily biting his hands.

"Do you still remember your merman father?" The demon lord's voice was hoarse, with a vicious smile, "He was stubborn and refused to give newborn merman cubs every year-what did he get in exchange? The whole clan destruction."

"I still remember that day, when the merman blew the horn, he was the first to rush over, and was instantly entangled in poison, becoming the nourishment for refining the devil's poison..."

Shuang Jiangnian's hands tightened.

"Brother?" Yan Hualan's voice came into his mind.

"Nothing." Shuang Jiangnian said hoarsely.

The voice of the demon master continued: "You want to save the young Phoenix son? Hahahaha, you will be like your father. Things backfire and burn yourself. And the young Phoenix son will be used by the deity to ruin the world you love..."

"He won't go that way." Shuang Jiangnian turned her head to look at the devil, "—because I'm by his side."

The Demon Lord narrowed his eyes, his face distorted and deformed, and suddenly turned into Yan Qing's face.

Shuang Jiangnian was a little surprised.

If this fog can make people see what he fears, why is he afraid of Yan Qing?

"Thank you Fairy for exorcising the devil's poison for me." Yan Qing smiled politely at him, "Then my brother...you should return it to me."

Shuang Jiangnian's eyes moved slightly.

Yan Qing sighed: "I should be his real brother, but seeing him keep calling others 'brother', I really feel bad."

This time, Shuang Jiangnian was speechless, unable to refute half a sentence.

Only then did he suddenly realize that he cared.

Perhaps he likes the title "brother" deep in his heart, and is afraid of being deprived of such family affection.

After thinking it through, Yan Qing's face disappeared and changed back to Yan Hualan.

Yan Hualan heard what he just said to the devil, and was full of question marks, but before he had time to ask, his eyes suddenly became vigilant.

He made a "shh" gesture, led Shuang Jiangnian by the hand, and hid behind a red maple tree.

"Boom—boom," the ground was shaking heavily, and under their feet, the bright red maple leaves trembled with the vibration.

Something big beast is coming.

——A brown bear beast.

This spirit beast's cultivation level is not high, at most it is the early Yuanying period, but Yan Hualan is a little jealous.

The brown bear's footsteps stopped.

The next moment, the maple tree they were hiding in was uprooted violently, and amidst the roar of the beast, the brown bear swung the trunk and swept towards them!

Yan Hualan leaped back briskly, his whole body was ignited with real peacock fire.

If Shuang Jiangnian was released for the sake of fighting, they would inevitably be separated in the mist, so Yan Hualan used the most common posture between the two of them at a critical moment - carrying them on their shoulders.

Yan Hualan summoned dozens of fireballs and threw them at the brown bear beast.

However, the real fire of the peacock that he was proud of didn't even burn a single hair of the brown bear.

At this time, Shuang Jiangnian finally understood why Yan Hualan was so afraid of them - because the real fire of peacocks had no effect on them!

Peacock demons are not born with strong physical strength, and their fighting skills rely on spiritual fire. They are more like mages than fighters.

The emerald flames streaked through the thick fog, and the brown bear was unharmed, and charged forward.It waved a palm, Yan Hualan caught it with both palms, grabbed the bear's paw and threw it to the ground.

Taking advantage of the fall of the brown bear beast, he carried Shuang Jiangnian and flew up the mountain.

The brown bear quickly got up, and it seemed that it was not affected by the fog blocking its vision at all, chasing after them.

The startled spirit beasts gradually increased, and various spirit beasts screamed ferociously in the mist, and the number of spirit beasts chasing them was unknown.

"This won't work." Shuang Jiangnian said, leaning on Yan Hua's shoulder, "We have to figure out why they are not afraid of the peacock's true fire, otherwise they will die of exhaustion before reaching the center of the secret realm like you did last time."

"Listen to you!" Yan Hualan said.

"Okay, let's fight." Shuang Jiangnian said in a deep voice, "Give me half an hour, and I will figure out the reason."

Yan Hualan turned his head around, with firm eyes, facing the beast tide in the mist.

First came a night owl, then the pack of wolves, and the brown bear.

Shuang Jiangnian: "Ascend into the sky, close your eyes and hold your breath!"

Yan Hualan grew wings on his back, dodged their heavy attacks, and briefly broke out of the encirclement.

At the same moment, Shuang Jiangnian spilled brown-red medicinal powder all over the sky, and all the spirit beasts were hit, covering their eyes and noses, and screaming in pain.

"What did brother spill?" Yan Hualan looked at their miserable condition with lingering fear.

Shuang Jiangnian: "Cultivation of Immortals version of anti-wolf spray."

The peppers in the cultivation world are much more powerful than those in the mortal world. It is guaranteed that the respiratory tracts of those spirit beasts are burning like flames, and they will not stop coughing and sneezing.

This also convinced Shuang Jiangnian that these spirit beasts were indeed living and breathing spirit beasts, not hallucinations or zombies.

——They attacked them in unison, perhaps being manipulated.

The system has also completed the statistics: [report the host, three birds of prey, and 55 large mammals. ]

"Aren't there any small spirit beasts?"

[Yes. ]

Generally speaking, large groups of small spirit beasts, such as ants, rats, and birds, are more powerful in attacking people when they launch group attacks, while the opponents selectively control large beasts.

This shows that the medium of manipulation is not the indiscriminate fog, but another method of entity connection.

Also, only three of the 58 spirit beasts can fly. Is the proportion of terrestrial spirit beasts too high?

Shuang Jiangnian had a flash of inspiration: "Fall back to the ground, I want to confirm one thing."

Yan Hualan did as he said, rushing from left to right, protecting him to fight his way through the herd of beasts.

These spirit beasts were not afraid of harm at all. As soon as the bird's claws tore their bodies, the shattered flesh and blood were stitched together again, and they returned to their original state, like a group of undead troops who were always fighting.

...something is feeding them vitality.

Shuang Jiangnian looked intently at the ground and used a wind talisman.

The hurricane blows up the red maple leaves all over the ground, revealing it!

Nine thorns came out, picking off the vines, and the fierce attacking spirit beasts stopped in confusion, and were crushed by Yan Hualan's claws, and never stood up again.

"Use fire." Shuang Jiangnian said.

Emerald-colored flames spewed out from Yan Hualan's mouth, and several spirit beasts were attacked in an instant. Flames were ignited on their bodies, and they fled in all directions howling.

The few remaining ones that were not afraid of fire were found by Nine Thorns, and the vines on them were cut off.

After the spirit beasts regained their minds, they quickly fled away.

The storm subsided, and the two stood between the corpses of the spirit beasts.

Yan Hualan looked at him adoringly: "What's going on?"

Shuang Jiangnian reached out and grabbed a fleeing vine.

The vine was blue in color, and under the transparent skin, there were human red blood vessels growing. After cutting, the juice that spewed out had the same smell as blood.

After realizing that he couldn't escape, the vine seemed to be able to think, and sharp teeth grew at the end, biting Shuang Jiangnian's arm.

Yan Hualan's eyes sharpened, and he wanted to make a move.

"Don't move." Shuang Jiangnian stopped him.

He could feel the blood vessels in the vines connecting to the blood vessels and even the nerves in his arm.Then, his own hand seemed to be manipulated by something, and he grabbed his neck with his backhand.

Yan Hualan finally couldn't hold back anymore and cut off the vine.

Shuang Jiangnian's accused arm loosened, and he shook his hand, only to find that there were no side effects other than some blood and aura being sucked away.

He analyzed: "These vines hidden under the maple leaves are not afraid of the real fire of peacocks. But they are very fragile, and if there is no controllable host, they can't do much."

Yan Hualan frowned: "Why did you let it bite you just now?"

Shuang Jiangnian was expressionless: "To verify the conjecture."

"For this, let other things hurt me?" Yan Hualan creaked his fists and crushed the vines, "Is it so indifferent to my body?"

Shuang Jiangnian was just about to reason and refute, when suddenly his heart moved.

He glanced sideways and said, "Are you angry?"

Only then did Yan Hualan realize that his voice was a little loud, and he froze: "...I just don't want to see you get hurt."

Last time, my brother intentionally blinded me with poison. How hard is my heart to not care about my body?Don't understand pain?

But Yan Hualan also knew that his elder brother hated being restrained the most, if he forced his elder brother, it would make the other party feel unhappy.

But he heard a soft muffled cough from beside him, followed by a clear and shallow voice.

"Listen to you." Shuang Jiangnian seemed to have a smile on her face, "I will try not to do this next time."

Yan Hualan held her breath, her phoenix eyes widened slightly.

His right to speak in the heart of his brother seems to have become more important?

Is he reliable enough to change his brother's decision?

Yan Hualan raised a dazzling smile, took Shuang Jiangnian's arm, and licked away the blood from his wound.

Shuang Jiangnian patted his head and continued his experiment.

He used talisman to ignite the flames and attacked the vines. As soon as the ordinary flames hit his body, the vines immediately scorched and curled into ashes.

"They are also afraid of ordinary aura attacks and ordinary flames." Shuang Jiangnian was thoughtful, "but they are not afraid of your peacock real fire."

Yan Hualan paused, his eyes darkened: "I probably know the reason."

Shuang Jiangnian looked at him.

"These vines have the aura of a phoenix." Yan Hualan said in a low voice, "I am the child conceived by her and the aura of heaven and earth, and I will never be able to harm anything related to her."

Shuang Jiangnian was silent.

In the original book, the core of the Red Maple Ridge is a huge red maple tree.At that time, Yan Chen had already become the strongest in the Three Realms. He was able to subdue ten times with one force, and he was not afraid of the fog and beast tide. He simply burned down the red maple tree, killed the spirit of the maple tree, and got the phoenix's phoenix in the core of the tree. relic.

The Red Maple Ridge in the book does not have "vines" and "phoenix breath".

Is it because the plot time has been advanced by more than 100 years, and now the Phoenix's consciousness has not dissipated from Hongfengling?

This may be a good thing.

At this time, Yan Hualan's voice came from the side: "Brother, why do you think he suddenly fell ill?"

He was holding the little pelican demon in his hand, and now the pelican demon looked sluggish, as if he had been seriously injured.

Shuang Jiangnian checked his whole body, but did not find any wounds on his body, and there were no vines connecting him.

He asked, "Is the pelican depressed after entering the mist?"

Yan Hualan shook his head: "After he came in, he was still alive and kicking. It wasn't until we killed the spirit beast and destroyed the vines that he became like this."

Shuang Jiangnian raised her eyebrows in confusion.

He took the little pelican and slowly sent soothing aura to him, trying to make him more comfortable.

"Let's go, maybe we will know the answer when we reach the core of the secret realm."

The two continued on their way.

Yan Hualan followed the strong aura of the phoenix, always thinking about going up the mountain.Along the way, the methods of cutting off the vines and releasing the control were tried and tested. In less than two hours, they arrived at the core of the secret realm.

The red maple trees disappeared at the top of the hill, replaced by a clearing.

The huge red maple tree towers into the sky, and the vines on the trunk are twisting and winding, like blue-red poisonous snakes crawling slowly, and breathing ups and downs.

And on the ground, there are densely packed humans and strange spirit beasts—every living creature is pierced with vines.

Even though Yan Hualan was used to seeing blood, he was momentarily shocked by this scene.

Shuang Jiangnian said coldly: "The continuous vitality of the vines comes from here. Those people and beasts who disappeared near Hongfeng Ridge are also here."

"This thing has the aura of a phoenix, but it is doing such evil deeds that ruin her." Yan Hualan's body was full of anger, and blackness appeared between his brows: "I want to kill it——"

"Stop!" A sharp voice sounded.

Those mortals lying on the ground got up one by one, and walked towards them in strange postures, blocking the red maple tree behind them.

"Stop," the vine's sharp voice sounded again, "If you kill me, none of the mortals and spirit beasts that live with me will be able to survive. The catastrophe of Red Maple Ridge was caused by the phoenix. Kill evil?!"

Shuang Jiangnian shook his head.

Yan Hualan glanced at him and stopped.He squeezed Qingjue until it creaked, and the back of his hand was bruised from the force.

Seeing this, the sharp voice calmed down: "Don't worry, I have the remnant soul of the phoenix in my body, and I don't have any malice towards my child. Aren't you coming here just for the relic of the phoenix? I can give it to you."

Under the control of the vines, several spirit beasts slammed into the red maple tree fiercely, digging a big hole in the red maple tree, and then, the mortals took out a bright red feather coat from the tree core.

Phoenix's last relic—the Phoenix Feather Coat woven from her fur.

Shuang Jiangnian was surprised to find that as the red maple tree was cut open, the pelican demon in his hand convulsed in pain.

He hurriedly checked the situation of the pelican demon.

Unknowingly, hallucinations appeared everywhere.

In Yan Hualan's ears, the voice of the vine gradually turned into a gentle and kind female voice, which belonged to the mother's voice that Yan Hualan heard day and night when he was in the eggshell.

"Do you want to know why mother died? Touch the relic left by mother, and mother will tell you the answer—"

Yan Hualan's eyes gradually became blurred, and he stretched out his hand to Fenghuang Yuyi.

"...Wait!" Shuang Jiangnian realized, but it was too late.

Yan Hualan had already touched Phoenix Yuyi.

In the original book, Yan Chen also met Phoenix Yuyi, saw the phantom of Phoenix being betrayed and died tragically, and then confronted Qilin, confirming that the person who killed Phoenix was Qilin.

That became Yan Chen's heart demon.

But Shuang Jiangnian didn't know if the current Yan Hualan was ready to face the truth.

Maybe he can help.

Shuang Jiangnian closed her eyes, held Yan Hualan's face in her hands, stood on tiptoes, and touched his forehead.

Just like in Xuanyuan Zhenhuo's heart demon fantasy, the spirit and soul merged, and he sneaked into the opponent's consciousness.

A moment later, Shuang Jiangnian opened his eyes in Yan Hualan's sea of ​​consciousness, and found that he was still standing in front of the huge red maple tree.

The red maple tree has changed from being thin and shriveled in reality.In the illusion, it holds its head up to the sky, towering and straight, its branches are curved and vigorous, and the vermilion maple leaves are embroidered into a tree crown, overlapping into clouds, like a phoenix covered with red feathers.

There was no one around Shuang Jiangnian.

Until a phantom appeared beside him.

The phoenix has a beautiful and dazzling appearance that he has never seen in his life. The phoenix eyes are lightly raised, and the scarlet phoenix long robe is even more graceful.

Phoenix stared at him and spoke slowly.

"Are you the one my son Hualan likes?"

Shuang Jiangnian noticed that the demon who claimed to be Yan Hualan's mother was not only tall and tall, with an indistinguishable voice, but also had a protruding Adam's apple and flat breasts.

Shuang Jiangnian: ...?