After Jiaoqibao and Long Aotian switched bodies

Wen Gu sat up straight and asked solemnly, "Why?"

"I don't like the way he looks at me." Yuan Jiuyuan replied truthfully.

Wen Gu thought back for a few seconds, Senior Brother Xu's eyes were always gentle and delicate, like spring wind turning into rain, "Is there something wrong with his eyes?"

Yuan Jiuyuan smiled softly, stood up and stretched his back freely, "Brother Xu's eyes are tender and tender, many people in the sect dream of being glanced at by him, and I, Yuan Jiuyuan, are really flattered."

Wen Gu frowned blankly, "Xiao Jiu, are you alright?"

"I have Xiao Jing who favors me very much, and Senior Brother Xu from Zhilan Yushu escorts me. What can happen?" Yuan Jiuyuan said with a half-smile.

Wen Gu felt a bit sour, and asked in a low voice, "Are you jealous?"

Yuan Jiuyuan half-folded his arms, and said casually: "People who cultivate immortals don't eat five grains and meat, so how can they be jealous?"

Wen Gu bent his knees, poked his thin cheeks between his knees, his thick black eyelashes fluttered slowly, and his dark and moist eyes stared straight at Yuan Jiuyuan.

A clear and clear luster flowed in his eyes. Xingyuan's eyes were a bit like cats, and they were the kind of well-behaved and docile kittens. If he stared at him like this, it would be hard for someone not to be moved.

A few seconds later, Yuan Jiuyuan conceded, and said nonchalantly: "If you talk about being jealous, I like wine and vinegar. Its color is like gold, and its taste is like plum."

Wen Gu tilted his head and rested his head on his arm, still staring at him like this.

Yuan Jiuyuan couldn't stand it anymore, and said in a deep voice, "I'm a little jealous."

"How much is one point?" Wen Gu raised a hand and compared his two fingers to measure a few centimeters, "Is that much?"

Yuan Jiuyuan laughed dumbfounded, "It's a little more than this."

Wen Gu drew a big circle and pretended to be serious and asked, "So many?"

"Yeah." Yuan Jiuyuan's vinegar could fill the entire Daze.

Wen Gu laughed lightly, his eyes flickering brightly, "Got it! I will pay attention to the communication with Brother Xu in the future, and I will not get close to him beyond the limit."

"What about Ziyi Zhenjun?" Yuan Jiuyuan was no longer called Xiaojing.

Wen Gu's eyes widened immediately, and he asked in amazement, "Is there something wrong with Ziyi Zhenjun's eyes?"

No wonder he has been traveling for so long, and he has not met the successive love affairs in Long Aotian's novels. Could this be the next year of Shizun?

The cold and noble master like an exiled fairy, and the ambitious apprentice of the demon race compose a song of unrivaled love together.

The three-year period has come, the Demon King returns, and he no longer bears any more restraint. With one order, he summons millions of soldiers from the Demon Race to seek justice from the Dao of Heaven for his beloved Master!

Seeing his surprised appearance, Yuan Jiuyuan guessed that he was imagining strange things in his head, "Zhenjun Ziyi has nothing to do with me, but he is just planning for a rainy day."

Wen Gu heaved a sigh of relief, thinking of the master, he combed back the messy curly ends of his hair, "The sect couldn't find us, so they must be very anxious. I don't know when we can go back?"

Yuan Jiuyuan briefly described Ye Jialan's plan. Although it was very dishonorable to sneak in and attack, it didn't look like a gentleman's action, but they were originally demons, and they didn't preach benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness.

Hearing that there is no need to do it himself, Wen Gu puts his heart down and becomes a salted fish, that is the devil!

Those with this name are all big bosses full of evil. He has no confidence that he can destroy Acacia under the eyes of the devil. What he fears most is to hold Yuan Jiuyuan back and waste their hard-won opportunity.

As for becoming a Demon Lord?

Wen Gu didn't even dare to think about it.

……

A private hospital in the suburbs of Yuning City.

The walls of the psychiatric ward were painted creamy yellow, and the decoration was warm and elegant. A bouquet of blooming flowers was inserted on the window sill, and the faint fragrance of flowers wafted in the air.

Sitting on the white sofa in front of the window was a handsome man in a hospital gown. Under the golden sun, his face was pale, his lips were dry and peeled, and his pupils were scarlet and bloody. He seemed to have not closed his eyes for days and nights.

"I now believe what you said, Wen Gu is really possessed by a ghost."

Shang then murmured softly.

In a corner of the room, Han Zhao stood with disheveled hair and a dirty face. He looked even more miserable than Shang Ze. His white and blue hospital gown was dirty and full of stains. He was holding a fruit knife in both hands and stared blankly. Started in a daze, and said in a spirited way: "There are no ghosts in this world, there are no ghosts..."

"I actually saw it."

Shang Ze swallowed his saliva, and his trembling eyes showed a deep sense of fear, "I can feel that it has always been by my side and never left me."

"You're talking nonsense. There are no ghosts in this world. It's all our illusion." Han Zhao said softly, more like convincing himself than Shang Ze.

Shang Ze gave him a resentful look, and said angrily: "You are the one who caused me. If you hadn't intervened in it, Wen Gu would have been mine long ago. Now wash my hands and make soup for me at home. How can ghosts scare me?" ?”

Han Zhao repeated the three words "no ghost" repeatedly, and when he heard Wen Gu's name, he trembled all over, and the voice of chanting was louder, as if trying to overwhelm Shang Ze's voice.

Shang felt very aggrieved, and he had fallen into this kind of situation despite not doing anything, "You just like to revisit the past, and you feel that you are not worthy, so you keep suppressing and belittling him, thinking that after he is played and abandoned by me, he will automatically give up. Willing to fall, you come out to be a good person again, your abacus is really shrewd!"

Han Zhao's face was pale, his hands holding the dagger trembled intermittently, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You have failed to succeed, but you fell in love with him. If you hadn't fallen in love with him, I would have gotten an obedient and sensible reviewer. "

"You're such a scum."

Shang Ze spoke righteously, thinking of Wen Gu's face, he felt cold, shrank his neck, and said pretending to be calm: "I'm not like you pretending to be a good person, I have always been unpretentious in front of him, as long as he lets the ghost harm you Well, why did you want to kill me?"

Han Zhao giggled aloud, laughing very perceptively, looked at the door with erratic eyes, and said firmly: "There are no ghosts, there are no ghosts, it's all my illusion..."

"Neuropathy!"

Shang couldn't take it anymore. The white moonlight that was once untouchable in his heart turned into this unappetizing virtue. He glanced at Han Zhao in disgust, got up and walked towards the door of the ward.

A figure suddenly appeared on the glass window of the door, "Wen Gu" stood upright in front of the door, following Shang Ze's frightened retreat, he pushed the door open and walked in calmly.

Yuan Jiuyuan held a snow-white document bag in his hand, quietly saw the two of them, and smiled slightly, "Your old relationship is difficult, has it revived?"

"You... what are you doing here?" Shang Ze, who had spoken righteously just now, got into the same corner with Han Zhao, and huddled shoulder to shoulder.

Every time Yuan Jiuyuan took a step closer, their hearts beat faster and harder, until Yuan Jiuyuan sat on the sofa leisurely, slapped the file bag in his hand on the table, "I'll get back what I deserve."

Han Zhao just went crazy with fright, not stupid. He glanced at the shocked Shang Ze beside him, and said bitterly, "You betrayed me."

"No, I didn't tell him at all." Shang explained feebly.

Yuan Jiuyuan folded his hands and looked at their internal strife with a smile, as if watching the show from the sidelines.

Han Zhao wiped the cold sweat off his brow, raised the fruit knife in front of him, and made a defensive posture, "I can return the money to you, but I have one condition——"

"Are you qualified to negotiate terms with me?" Yuan Jiuyuan interrupted him coldly.

Han Zhao leaned against the cold corner of the wall, "Wen Gu"'s face was clear and soft under the sun, but his eyes were like cold scimitars. He moved closer to Shang Ze, wanting to seek Shang Ze's protection, but Shang Ze trembled more than him. It's also powerful. In the face of the dimensionality reduction blow of supernatural forces, ordinary people have no power to fight back.

Yuan Jiuyuan unbuttoned the file bag slowly, and said in a smiling voice: "There is something I forgot to tell you, the ghost you saw was sealed in the wall before death, so his biggest The characteristic is that it is attached to the wall."

What do you mean?

Han Zhao had never really seen Yin Ling, but Shang Ze had actually put face to face with Yin Ling, and immediately understood Yuan Jiuyuan's meaning, feeling a cold oppressive feeling around him, just above his head.

"There are no ghosts in this world, everything is an illusion." Han Zhao repeated stubbornly.

Shang wanted to run wildly, but he couldn't move his footsteps, as if a heavy weight had fallen on his shoulders. The chill penetrated into his bones. After reading countless horror movies, he knew that the nightmare would reappear when he raised his head. In order to get rid of this terrible nightmare, he He patted Han Zhao on the shoulder and said, "Look up!"

Han Zhao raised his head subconsciously, and a slender black shadow stepped on his shoulder, standing straight, his huge head hanging down at a right angle, his extremely long neck twisted like a twist, hanging impartially in front of him.

The swarthy face was flat, without any facial features, and a pungent rancid smell came over his face!

"Save...Save..."

Before Han Zhao could yell out, his blood-colored pupils were slack, his feet slipped, and he fell limply to the ground.

Yuan Jiuyuan came to him with the documents very considerately, threw the signature pen on him, and said calmly: "Don't call it uncle, it's just a kid."

Han Zhao was very puzzled. He didn't pass out directly after enduring such a great panic. He didn't know that Yuan Jiuyuan had cast a calming spell just now. Even if his heart exploded from fright, his consciousness would remain clear.

"I sign, I sign, I beg you, please let him go." Han Zhao picked up the pen on the ground, without even looking at the contract, tremblingly turned to the last page and wrote his name.

Yuan Jiuyuan was aloof, with his hands in his hoodie pockets, he glanced at Shang Ze who was standing there in a daze, and met his cold and scrutinizing eyes, Shang Ze squatted down with his head in his arms like a subjugated criminal.

Yuan Jiuyuan was superior, and said lightly: "I didn't promise to let you go, how about the three of us play a game, if you win, I will let you go, if you lose..."

"What game?" Han Zhao was so anxious that he had no other choice.

Yuan Jiuyuan took out a brand new dice from his hoodie pocket, flipped it between his fingers, "It's very simple, let's bet, whoever wins can use your knife to cut a knife on the loser, how about it?"

This is not a bet on size, it is a bet on life!

Shang saw that Yuan Jiuyuan was real, and that even the most beautiful beauty turned into smoke in the face of the fear of death. He looked at the empty window at the door, and was about to shout for help when he heard Yuan Jiuyuan's unhurried voice. explain--

"It's useless, I set up an enchantment here, no one will find you outside."

After finishing speaking, he sat back on the sofa, opened a pair of straight long legs, fixedly looked at the dice in his hand, and said casually: "You two, one of me, if the sum of the numbers of the two of you can beat me once, I will win you once." I will grant any request from you."

Han Zhao swallowed violently, looked at Shang Ze beside him, and Shang Ze was also looking at him, seeing the flame of hope in each other's eyes, living in a mental hospital for a lifetime because of fear, this is the most unbearable thing for the two proud sons of heaven .

But they don't understand that the devil likes to give people hope, and only by depriving them of hope in this desperate situation can they get their deepest despair and helplessness. That's what the devil wants.

……

Nineteen heavy cities.

The Demon Palace is located in the center of the Nineteenth City. It is made of 1000 million pieces of black stone.

According to legend, there are Yin spirit formations all over the Demon Palace. If you don’t know the way, you will eat up countless evil spirits if you enter rashly. Ghost Shura only had the opportunity to enter the Demon Palace when he was under the seat of the Extreme Heaven Demon Lord. , so many years have not set foot in this field.

The lone moon hangs high, and there is no sound.

A group of people silently sneaked into a temple outside the magic palace. Ye Jialan was wearing the black cloak of a soul boy, and blended perfectly into the dark team. Only Wen Gu was still wearing the brocade robe and jade belt of Xuan Yuezong, walking on the street like no one else was there. Above all, because of the existence of Lianxi Pill, if he does not speak, no one will notice his existence at all.

Outside the stone window of the temple is the majestic and majestic Demon Palace, and the endless urn city is majestic and magnificent, with a semicircular blue-black enchantment covering the sky, like an indestructible shield, and golden Buddha seal spells flowing on the transparent airflow wall.

Without further ado, Ye Jialan put his hands together, and a large amount of boiling black mist gushed out from his body, filling the entire temple in an instant. The black mist churned and surged like a torrent of huge waves, and in a moment rolled out a bottomless deep vortex.

"From here, you can enter the vicinity of the Yitan Temple. There are spirit boys guarding the surroundings. Please be careful."

Guardian Zuo was obliged to take the lead in approaching the teleportation black mist, "Your Majesty will inquire first, Your Highness, please wait here."

Wen Gu nodded slowly, the figure of Guardian Zuo disappeared into the black mist, and asked the silver man beside him worriedly, "What time is it?"

"Hai Shi." Yin Han replied.

Wen Gu calculated the time in his mind, it was about nine o'clock in the evening, and the time to perform the task was Choushi, five o'clock in the morning.

Great, foolproof.

At this time, red mist lingered in the Charming Sandalwood Temple, and the bright red mist seemed to be blood mist, and it was emitted from a huge gold and copper octagonal incense burner in the temple.

The octagonal incense burner is like a giant beast, the incense wall is divided into eight sides, each side is painted with the auspicious patterns of the demons vividly, and the first side facing the door is a fire lotus flower in full bloom.

A tall man opened his arms and stood floating in the blood mist in the void. Endless devilish energy seeped out from his body, blended with the blood mist, and gradually turned into a part of the blood mist.

This is to integrate with lovesickness, you have me, and I have you. After completing this step, you can use lovesickness to absorb other people's cultivation for your own use.

The man looks like a monk but not a monk, with a gorgeous golden ring decoration on his clean and bright head, bright Buddha seals on his cheeks, half of his gorgeous and elegant robes are worn diagonally, half of his strong body is exposed, and his whole body is fierce Vicious and vicious, not a single bit of charity from the monks.

Suddenly, he frowned coldly, closed his eyes and immersed himself in the blood mist, and asked angrily, "I am retreating here, who dares to disturb me?"

A soul boy knelt outside the hall and said tremblingly: "The devil! The big thing is not good!"

"event?"

The Demon Lord sneered, and said indifferently: "My magic power is boundless, even the Purple Clothes True Lord may not be my opponent, what's the big deal?"

"It's True Monarch Purple! He crossed the pagoda and forcibly broke into the nineteenth city!" The soul boy shouted loudly.

The devil's heart trembled, and with the fluctuation of consciousness, the black mist around him surged, and he immediately settled down, "It's just a true prince in purple clothes, you guard the city gate, if I become lovesick, I will be the first to kill him, and I will be invincible from now on !"

The soul boy timidly said: "Monarch, we can't keep it!"

"waste!"

The Demon Monarch was furious, and opened his blood-red eyes, "It's just a purple-clothed True Monarch, how can you 3000 people not be able to stop him?"

"It's not a Purple Clothes True Monarch. According to the information that came back, seven flying boats came from the sky." The soul boy was frightened out of his wits.

The Demon Lord was also surprised, and quickly asked: "Seven flying boats? But are all the peak masters of Xuan Yuezong here?"

The soul boy replied, "No."

"Then what are you afraid of?" Mojun heaved a sigh of relief, the masters of Xuanyue Sect have some abilities, and Shengjun Bilian can prove it when he is gone and never returns.

The soul boy shook like chaff, and said bitterly: "Crazy Xiao from Lingxiao Peak didn't come, everyone else came except him. There are ten thousand Daoist cultivators on the flying boat, and they are marching towards the Demon Palace!"

The devil's throat was sweet, and he almost spit out a mouthful of blood. There were only 1 devil cultivators, and there were good and bad among them. Only [-] soul boys could really be used by him. The number of people was completely crushed, "What are they doing here!"

"I don't know, I seem to be looking for you." The soul boy replied tremblingly.

The devil is very puzzled, he really didn't do anything recently, except to send someone to capture Yuan Jiuyuan back, and when things failed, he got involved with Bilian Shengjun. It is not a good thing to catch Yuan Jiuyuan to clean up the sect for Xuanyuezong what?

Wouldn't it be so mobilizing to mobilize the crowd and ask 1 individuals to beat him?

The Demon Lord put down this absurd idea, the only possibility is that Zhenjun Ziyi knew that he was refining lovesickness, wanted to act first, and did not hesitate to use the power of the entire sect to stop him.

Thinking of this, the Demon Lord couldn't help but feel a little proud. This was a treatment that the Extreme Heaven Demon Lord had never had before. It allowed the world's largest sect to fly to the Nineteenth City of the Western Regions, a place where nothing shits like a bird. He got together.

What kind of prestige is this?

The Demon Lord couldn't help laughing, and the demon energy in his body rose like a sea tide, "I will stop them at all costs, and I will cultivate lovesickness before midnight."

Today, it was his famous battle that will go down in history.