A thousand-year-old enemy wakes up with me

Ye Chen touched his precious horns, filled with grievances: "The horns are exposed."

Jiang Zhushui didn't know how to show his horns, so he cried aggrievedly. Besides, don't you demons like to show your horns outside? ?

The poor casual cultivator who didn't know much about the demons hurriedly glanced at the collapsed demons in his arms as if the sky was falling, and finally swallowed the words that came to his mouth.

The Nascent Soul cultivator behind him was chasing after him, Jiang Zhushui hugged Ye Chen and narrowly escaped the blow, "Can you take care of that demon cultivator behind!"

"What do you do?" Ye Chen protected his horns, barely taking the time to give Jiang Zhushui some attention.

"Bewitching and recruiting!" Didn't those two demons just do that!

Ye Chen turned his head to look at the demon cultivator behind him, and said innocently, "I won't."

Who stipulated that the demons must be bewitched?

Jiang Zhushui read this sentence clearly from Ye Chen's eyes.

"……"Won't? !

He was shocked, and his movements stopped for a moment. The Nascent Soul cultivator attacked instantly, and the scimitar slashed down fiercely. Jiang Zhushui quickly dodged. Although he escaped the fatal blow, he was still hit by the knife energy. With a sound, a trace of blood dripped from the corner of his lips, looking very embarrassed.

Jiang Zhushui didn't change his face, and even adjusted Ye Chen's posture, "He is unconscious and his spiritual power is exhausted quickly, let's hold on."

Although monk Nascent Soul's offensive was fierce, his moves were chaotic and disorganized. When he was exhausted, he could counterattack.

"We can't delay! There will definitely be more people on the [-]th floor in a while." Ye Chen said.

Jiang Zhushui climbed up the tower much faster than other people. Firstly, he has a strong understanding, and secondly, Ye Chen is lucky. Every time Jiang Zhushui clears the first level, Ye Chen walks around, and the passage on the next level is very difficult. It will automatically appear in front of them.But now that he is delayed by this Nascent Soul cultivator, it is estimated that he will be caught up by other cultivators soon.

"That can't be helped..."

"Absolutely not! My horn can no longer be seen by others!"

Jiang Zhushui: "..." Is the angle so important?Shouldn't it be a private decision for life after seeing it?

"Go to the north, I'll call Scorpion King over here!"

Hearing this, Jiang Zhushui immediately put aside all the messy thoughts in his mind, turned around and headed north.

There will inevitably be a momentary delay in changing the direction. Jiang Zhushui was ready to be slashed, but the expected pain did not come. Instead, he was splashed with three or five drops of blood at the corner of his eye.

Ye Chen who raised his hand to resist the knife was full of irritability, he put his arms around Jiang Zhushui's neck and ordered: "Hurry up."

Jiang Zhushui couldn't see what Ye Chen's expression was like at the moment, but could only feel that the latter was holding his clothes tightly, as if he was enduring the pain, and even his usually cold voice was a little fragile.

Ye Chen was indeed in pain, but more of it was anger, he stared at the Moxiu, wishing he could stare Moxiu out of two holes.

This man dared to move his prey!

It's all the fault of those two little demons, before they died, they even pissed him off, sealing his demon energy, otherwise this demon cultivator would not be his opponent at all!

The little demon lord gritted his teeth, all he wanted was to skin and cramp the two little demons just now, but now he could only retreat strategically.

When the attack was dodged again, the Nascent Soul cultivator with a bad brain actually stopped the attack, and then speeded up to catch up. After all, the Nascent Soul cultivator was a whole level higher than Jiang Zhushui, and cut off Jiang Zhushui after a while. Retreat by water and cut a knife.

Jiang Zhushui drew out his long sword to block, he hugged someone in his arms, his movements were a little restrained, and he retreated while fighting.

Ye Chen's magic energy was sealed, and he couldn't even take back the magic horn, so he couldn't help at all, but he saw his cherished baby toy being hacked several times by the magic repairer, and felt very distressed, "He came at me , put me down and run away first."

Jiang Zhushui couldn't listen to such words, but hugged him even tighter.

Ye Chen was anxious and angry, Fanqi could only hurt him but couldn't kill him, it's okay to get hurt a little bit!

But the little demon lord also knew that the son of luck was a stubborn one, and it didn't make sense to reason.He tried hard to break through the seal of the devilish energy, but perhaps he was eager to save the prey, but he actually caught a trace of the devilish energy.

Jiang Zhushui was holding a man in one hand and defending the enemy with a sword in the other. He looked very embarrassed, but if he looked carefully, he could find that his sword moves became more and more fierce, and he blocked more and more attacks. The monk has scars on his body.

During the fierce battle, he suddenly felt that his arms were empty, and at the same time his clothes were ripped open and something got inside.

He lowered his head subconsciously, but saw Liu Guang, which was only the size of a fist.

"Hurry up, you're bleeding a lot." My prey won't die.

The little demon lord was heartbroken, and he felt sorry for Jiang Zhushui as if his heart was broken.

Jiang Zhushui was very moved, he carefully moved the pocket-sized colored glaze to his heart, and then—to meet the enemy head-on.

"I told you to run away quickly, why are you disobedient?"

The little devil's tone was full of complaints, but his hands were carefully bandaged by Jiang Zhushui, and his golden eyes were full of distress.

Where can I find a second one on such a fun toy!

"Isn't it all right?" Jiang Zhushui said nicely.

It was indeed all right, Jiang Zhushui killed the Nascent Soul cultivator even before the Scorpion King arrived.

But he was also badly hurt.

Seeing that Ye Chen still had a cold face, Jiang Zhushui mastered the coaxing skills without a teacher: "Thanks to the glazed light for protecting my heart."

Ye Chen snorted coldly, but his expression softened.

There was a smile in Jiang Zhushui's eyes, maybe he had guessed that Liu Guang was not human before, but he accepted Liu Guang's new identity without any conflict.

Jiang Zhushui asked softly, "So, you killed those five monks when we first met?"

"Well," Ye Chen admitted, his eyes were a little puzzled, "Why, do you still want to avenge them?"

"Working for a tiger and killing people, I wanted to kill them." Jiang Zhushui shook his head.

"Oh." Ye Chen covered Jiang Zhushui's last wound, raised his head and said, "Correct me, the first time we met was outside the secret border."

The demon's eyebrows and eyes were curved, and the horns and lines of the demon made the already beautiful appearance extremely bewitching. He said as if sighing: "You are so dazzling."

"I can't take my eyes off at all."

Jiang Zhushui's pupils shrank sharply, and the tips of his ears burst red.

One person and one demon stayed in the cave on the twentieth floor for a long time, and did not set off again until Ye Chen was finally able to retract his horn.

The difficulty of the trial tower increases several times with each new level, but no matter how fast it increases, it cannot be faster than Jiang Zhushui, which can be called a terrifying speed of progress.

In less than half a year, Jiang Zhushui successfully reached the top floor and passed the trial tower with ease.

However, the reward he got was not the God Transformation Pill, but a black lacquered stone. Jiang Zhushui couldn't see what it was, but Ye Chen recognized it at a glance.

"It's the magic vein! I came here to find it!"

Jiang Zhushui was stunned, lowered his eyes slightly, and asked softly: "Then... is Liu Guang going back to the Demon Realm?"

"No, I want to play with you." Ye Chen was firm.

Jiang Zhushui's eyes lit up, the light in his eyes was brighter than Xingzi, and his eyes were full of passion.

After clearing the trial tower, they can leave the secret realm. Not long after leaving the secret realm, Jiang Zhushui broke through to the Nascent Soul stage.

Since then, there has been an extra True Monarch Moling in the realm of comprehension.

Yuan Yingqi, who is less than a hundred years old, is definitely a top genius in the cultivation world, and his swordsmanship is even more amazing. After learning that he is a casual cultivator without a teacher, family, and school, countless people throw olive branches to him. True Monarch La Moling joins the group.

However, Jiang Zhushui never returned.

It wasn't for any other reason, the main reason was that there was a foreign race around him, and it was too dangerous to go to other people's territory.

Besides, Liu Guang didn't like being controlled.

Jiang Zhushui couldn't bear to suffer the precious little devil.

At first, some sects became angry because of being rejected, and threatened to chase and kill Jiang Zhushui, but this matter did not matter when Jiang Zhushui advanced to the stage of becoming a god.

Zhenjun Moling was a hundred-year-old Yuanying, and he was promoted to Huashen in only 30 years. His talent was terrifying, and no one wanted to be an enemy of such a genius.

As Jiang Zhushui gradually emerged in the cultivation world, more and more people followed him, and they all knew that there was a beautiful and self-willed young man by his side.

That young man's facial features are exquisite, his eyebrows are gorgeous, his whole body is refined and delicate, and his excessive demands are taken for granted when he speaks them out.He always lazily nestled in Jiang Zhushui's arms on weekdays, so some people guessed that Ye Chen was Jiang Zhushui's confinement.

Anyone with eyes can see Zhenjun Mo Ling's pampering towards this young man, as if he wanted the stars in the sky and Zhen Jun Mo Ling would pick them off for him to make him happy.

With such a face, no one can refuse him.

Occasionally, monks who saw Ye Chen's appearance would inevitably have such thoughts.

There were also people who were confused by that face and tried to take Ye Chen away with evil thoughts in their hearts, but were beheaded by Zhenjun Mo Ling under the sword.

True Lord Mo Ling never fights with others, and his temperament is much gentler than other sword cultivators. After this incident, True Lord Mo Ling disappeared for a long time in the cultivation world. When he reappeared, he was called— - "Xianjun".

In less than 200 years, Jiang Zhushui broke through the out-of-body stage and became a superpower in the fusion stage.

That young man with a bright face but an extremely arrogant temper was still by his side, but this time no one dared to look at that young man again.

——The aura of Immortal Mo Ling firmly protected the young man and warned others.

"You've frightened others with your cold face all day long." Ye Chen said with a smile.

"It's not a good time, it's too bad they always try to get your idea," Jiang Zhushui helped Ye Chen close up the cloak, and then said, "After two days when the secret realm opens, come in with me, this time you can't help being lazy."

"I know, I know," Ye Chen muttered, "It's really long-winded."

"Don't sleep for so long, I won't be long-winded."

Ye Chen curled his lips, this is beyond his control.

His mind and soul were damaged. Although he soaked in a cold pool in the secret realm more than 200 years ago, it only relieved the pain of his mind and soul. The puppet attacked his spirit, after which he was often forced to fall into a coma.

The time of lethargy is irregular. He often talks one second and falls asleep the next.

Because of his fault, Jiang Zhushui frantically went in and out of secret realms to find spiritual objects, but it was of no use. This time, Ye Chen even slept for two years, and Jiang Zhushui was so anxious that he almost went to the Demon Realm alone.

"The secret realm will be open for 30 years, so buy more red smoke crystals." Jiang Zhushui changed the subject.

Ye Chen instantly forgot his troubles, and nodded happily, "Buy more and buy more."

This is a good thing to maintain his baby corner!

A smile flashed across Jiang Zhushui's eyes, and the little devil was so coaxing.But in the next moment, worry haunted his brows and eyes again—the matter of the soul could not be delayed any longer.

Perhaps the more he wanted, the less he could get it. Jiang Zhushui searched in the secret realm for 20 years but failed to find the elixir that was said to be able to heal the soul. On the contrary, his cultivation had improved to another level.

——Mahayana period.

The Mahayana period of the entire cultivation world is no more than two hands, and the youngest one's lifespan is at least ten times that of Jiang Zhushui.

This is the son of luck.

Ye Chen thought to himself.

He tilted his head: "I haven't found it after searching for so long, why don't you go out and get rid of your calamity first."

There is no way to overcome the thunder calamity by upgrading the secret realm. Although the cultivation base has increased, it is not considered the true Mahayana stage.

Jiang Zhushui shook his head: "Look again."

Ye Chen didn't go against Jiang Zhushui either.

In fact, his spirit was not as serious as Jiang Zhushui imagined, and his falling into sleep was actually more of a defensive measure.

It is the way of heaven to guard against.

Ye Chen really felt that the Heavenly Dao was going to wipe out the demons.

The group in the secret realm still got nothing in the end, Ye Chen was not surprised, Tiandao wanted him to die now, so he would definitely not give him the elixir, but Jiang Zhushui became even more anxious.

Ye Chen hugged the river and chased the water: "Don't think too much, your heart is so restless, be careful that you will be struck to death by the thunder first."

Jiang Zhushui understood this, and he patted Ye Chen's head, "When you go out, hide in the peach blossom tree carved with prohibition outside, so as not to be affected by the thunder."

"Ah."

Ye Chen obediently hid on the peach blossom tree, but unexpectedly saw a familiar token on the peach blossom tree. He picked up the token and looked forward.

Not far away, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the dark clouds were shining with thunder. The thick thunder fell unexpectedly, and the Jiang Zhushui below raised his sword to meet it, and easily resisted the first thunder.

Ninety-nine days of thunder, there are still eighty more behind.

After three days and three nights of lightning strikes, Ye Chen sat on the tree and watched for three days and three nights. He actually didn't know what he was looking at. Maybe it was not as good as the thunder that wiped out the demons hundreds of years ago. Or people who watch the catastrophe.

The last thunder tribulation fell and was cut off by the people crossing the calamity, followed by the overflowing aura, the hilltop of Jiang Zhushui crossing the calamity has been razed to the ground, which looks pitiful.

He was playing with the token in his hand. The front of the token was engraved with [urgent], and the back was a line of magic words——

【White Tomb Admiral Falls】

Sure enough, Tiandao took action against the demons, and Bai Tomb was about to die.

Ye Chen's face was expressionless, his eyes were so cold that ice could be quenched.

"Luguang—"

A familiar voice came from under the tree.

Ye Chen lowered his head, it was Jiang Zhushui who came back.

March in Kyushu is the season when peach blossoms are in full bloom. Peach forests are full of elegant and delicate pink petals. This old peach tree blooms especially beautifully. When the breeze blows by, a petal of flower will fall leisurely and fall on the shoulder of Jiang Zhushui. .

Jiang Zhushui flicked the petals, raised his head and opened his arms, looked at the boy on the tree with a smile in his eyes, "jump down."

The wind whirled the peach forest, but Ye Chen felt that the surroundings were very quiet, so quiet that he could only see the river chasing the water.

Jiang Zhushui: "Don't be afraid."

"I'm not afraid." Ye Chen smiled suddenly, the bright color between his brows and eyes dimmed the surrounding peach blossoms.

"Jiang Zhushui, you like me."

The boy on the tree had curved eyebrows and swayed his legs leisurely, just like the first time he saw him.

Jiang Zhushui's throat was dry, and the heart in his chest was beating non-stop. Before he could respond, Ye Chen jumped off the tree.

He caught Ye Chen steadily, his eyes were flustered, full of shyness and anxiety that his heart had been punctured.

"Jiang Zhushui, you are really unlucky."

The boy in his arms said suddenly.

Jiang Zhushui wanted to say that he was not unlucky, he was lucky enough to meet Liu Guang.

But the next moment he suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Heart-piercing pain came from his chest, Jiang Zhushui lowered his head in disbelief, and the young man who was clearly smiling at him just a second ago inserted his hand into his chest mercilessly at this moment.

The blood instantly stained his clothes red, Ye Chen raised his blood-stained hand and tapped Jiang Zhushui's face, his voice was full of regret: "It's also red, it's boring."

The vicious demons turned and left the peach forest, and the peach blossoms fell to cover the Moling Shangxian who fell on the ground.

Taolin seems to still have Ye Chen's voice——

"Unlucky to meet me."