After coaxing old enemies into avatars

Xiaoshu, who has just tasted love for the first time, has a straightforward heart. He doesn't understand that love between people needs to go through lengthy pushing and pulling and wasting, and he doesn't know what it means to prescribe the right medicine.It was just curious, and in the memory, it clearly tasted a three-point jerky heartbeat from the scattered consciousness of Yun Jian, and licked the aftertaste to find out that this person wanted to get close to Sheng Huaizhao, but he was quickly mobilized by others Emotional repression hides.

Clearly, anger and sorrow are both rampages, but this kind of emotion is too much to talk about.There is also a kind of unexplainable reason and unexplainable cause and effect.

Wan Wusheng wanted to understand, so he asked directly.

But as soon as the words fell, it captured the daze of the person in front of him, as if some kind of deep secret was suddenly dug out and exposed to the bright light.

Wanwu blinked timidly, realizing that he seemed to have done something wrong.

It was only then that Yun Jian figured out that the little tree in front of him could read people's hearts. When he realized that it was time to observe Sheng Huaizhao's reaction, the person in front of him had already looked away indifferently.

It seems that those four scorching words just now are nothing more than ordinary and innocuous words to him.

Sheng Huaizhao raised his hand and lightly touched Wan Wusheng's head, and patted it lightly: "Don't talk nonsense, he used to say that I hate seeing each other."

I hate each other.

Yes.

What Sheng Huaizhao originally liked was his other soul, but he was only exposed to the light of the same body.What's more, since these words came from him, how could he refute them.

Yun Jian's red pupils drooped slightly, and all kinds of feelings that spread and scattered due to the prying of all things were instantly gathered, as if they were completely covered by water.

He said: "It's not me who fell in love with you at first sight."

"I know, its brain is not good, so don't take it to heart." Sheng Huaizhao smiled lightly, pinching Wan Wusheng's face, "You should be planted in a ditch every day, little tree Fork."

Wanwu was full of anger, but he also understood the look in Sheng Huaizhao's eyes, rubbed his face and turned back: "I said something wrong, don't be angry."

These words were an apology, but it really didn't show Yun Jian's emotional fluctuations... It should be said that when he realized that he could spy on his feelings, the person in front of him subconsciously blocked his scattered spiritual power.

Wanwusheng curled his lips when he couldn't eat any more.

A layer of dark clouds slowly accumulated in the ashes-covered sea of ​​consciousness, and the cold wind that penetrated the bone crevices blew past the side of his face, Yun Jian's voice seemed to be separated by thousands of miles in an instant, and he asked again: "Why are you in my sea of ​​consciousness. "

"Because of the Gu in your body." Sheng Huaizhao told the truth, "The person who made the Gu is called Mo Ren. Do you have any impression?"

Yun Jian's knuckles hanging by his side slowly curled up, but his expression remained the same: "No."

From the corner of his eyes, Sheng Huaizhao caught the gradual change in the sea of ​​consciousness, and frowned: "This person harmed your parents and ruined your half life. The Gu in your body was planted by him when you were young..."

Before the words were finished, Sheng Huaizhao's pupils shrank suddenly.

The Moren he was talking about fell from the ominous cloud in the sky, and with a strange and ferocious smile, he stopped behind Yun Jian, and the scimitar like a dark moon rested on the neck of another person he was holding in his arms.

Yun Jian turned his head and saw someone exactly like himself in Mo Ren's hands.

There is no difference in figure, clothing, and even the red marks under his eyes.

The only difference is that the person in his hand has closed eyes and tears, and is dying as if his life is coming to an end.

"Surprised to see me?" Mo Ren slowly grinned, holding the little crying bag with a pair of bloody hands, "Or surprised to see your other soul?"

Sheng Huaizhao held down Wan Wusheng and lowered his voice: "What's the matter, didn't you say that the Sea of ​​Consciousness is an extremely private and hidden place, and outsiders are never allowed to invade? Why is he here?"

Wan Wusheng was also a little at a loss: "Yes. Normal people's sea of ​​consciousness will never allow outsiders to easily invade. You and I are already different... unless Yunjian has been given some evil secret technique."

Evil side secret technique... Heart-eating Gu.

Mo Ren has been controlling Gu to cause troubles for many years, and the Gu poison has already taken root in his heart. When the forbidden vessel was opened, Mo Ren took advantage of the void and broke into the sea of ​​consciousness, engulfing and seriously hurting the little crying bag's personality.

No wonder Yun Jian's cultivation base is so superb, but this place is dilapidated.

Wan Wusheng whispered: "Besides, I felt that something was wrong when I invaded before. His sea of ​​consciousness is actually separated from his body... It seems that there is some kind of fog barrier, and the two are not connected."

For normal people, although the sea of ​​consciousness is hidden, it is closely connected with the soul, just like Sheng Huaizhao who can talk to the system at any time.

And Yunjian...

System: It may be because of the dual personality.Before he realized the existence of the little crying bag, the sea of ​​consciousness was separated from the body. During the day, the little crying bag used the body, while the iceberg sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, and they alternated at night.

It is also the main reason why the memory of Xiaowaibao and Bingshan are not connected.

Cloud remonstrance is like approaching a formidable enemy, and thunder bursts in the dark and gloomy sky above, and wind and rain are about to come.

"How about it, do you want to kill me, or...kill him?" Mo Ren let out an ear-piercing laugh, and pressed the machete against Little Wailing Bao's cheek, barely peeling off a thin piece of skin, "Would you like it?" No, I will send him to eternal sleep as a teacher, destroy his existence, let you monopolize this sea of ​​consciousness, and..."

The cold and ghostly eyes fell on Sheng Huaizhao, with deep mockery.

The color in Yun Jian's eyes became darker and darker, and the feeling of Yixin being exposed was like being pulled off the tightest fig leaf on his chest. In the next moment, a strong sword intent surged out from the sea of ​​consciousness, attacking Mo Ren.

Mo Ren wrote to avoid it first, his eyes flickered with gloom.

As a good disciple, he not only cultivated rapidly, but also gave birth to seven emotions and six desires, and even degenerated into a demon, giving birth to double soul consciousness.

It seems that before...he was the one who underestimated Yun Jian.

"Even the great power of the ancient times fell due to the sudden death of one body and two souls. My good apprentice, who can watch his own soul die in front of his eyes without bloodshed, you have taken a huge advantage." Mo Ren seemed to be tempted, "Come on, as long as you obediently call me Master again, I will get rid of this serious problem for you!"

"Let him go." Sheng Huaizhao said in a deep voice, with boundless hatred hidden deep in his voice.

Yun Jian glanced sideways, and from the corner of his eye, he saw his solemn expression, and his heart and soul trembled slightly.

Mo Ren's expression changed instantly, and he said sullenly, "You dare to order me?"

But as soon as the words fell, the spiritual energy gathered the sword, Yun Jian went up against the wind, and cut off the withered hand without skin covering it to the ground in just a moment.

Mo Ren looked at the blood mist that exploded on his arm, and was surprised: "How dare you resist as a teacher?"

Yun Jian's hands were firm and ruthless, the sword of divine consciousness pierced his internal organs, and his backhand wrung out splashing flesh and blood!

But Mo Ren's hand covered his slender finger bones, and the hand covered with dirt and blood instantly slashed at him.

However, before the goal was achieved, the hand was split into a bloody mist, and Yun Jian quickly grabbed the other self, put his hand over and pushed towards Sheng Huaizhao.

Sheng Huaizhao had quick eyesight and quick hands, and quickly caught the little crying bag. When he looked up, he only met Yun Jian's indifferent glance.

He tilted his head back to his senses, his slender eyelashes drooping slightly, and then, as if determined, he resumed chasing the fleeing black shadow of Moren.

... He didn't do anything to Little Crying Bag, but saved him instead?

"Don't chase!" Sheng Huaizhao hugged the injured little crying bag in his arms, trying to call him back, but found that the back figure was just getting further and further away.

Black blood spilled from the corners of the lips of the crying bag in his arms, and his voice became weaker and weaker: "...Huai Zhao."

The spiritual core in the chest began to tremble violently again, with boundless pain.

When he was on the verge of death, the spiritual nucleus exploded again... Sheng Huaizhao raised his hand to cover his heart, and the fishy smell scattered from his throat.

This is Yun Jian's sea of ​​consciousness, and he doesn't have any spiritual power, what can he do?

"Sorrow related to life and death is bitter." Wan Wusheng knelt down slowly, and he tilted his head: "Huai Zhao, who are you sad for?"

"You can save him." Sheng Huaizhao slowly raised his head, looking at the little tree in front of him, "...do you have a solution?"

All creatures are the masters of the Demon Realm, and Gu worms are also monsters. There may be some secret predatory relationship between them.

Wan Wusheng tilted his head slightly, staring at him for a while: "I have."

"save him."

Sheng Huaizhao is now the master of Wanwusheng. With one order, even if there is a sea of ​​swords and fire, Wanwusheng must go.

"But if I save him, I will sacrifice my cultivation for him." Wan Wusheng said in a low voice, "In this way, the transformation ability that I have finally condensed will be reduced to nothing."

It has absorbed human intelligence, and it can take human form in time.

Let it pay ten thousand years of cultivation to save a person who has nothing to do with it... the price is too high.

What's more, the relationship between them is just a master-servant relationship.

The system sighs: That's right, the monsters in the Demon Realm rely on fighting and devouring lower-level monsters to improve their cultivation, while all creatures can only absorb the aura of heaven and earth to improve their cultivation in tens of thousands of years. The shape's goal is only one step away, how could it not hesitate.

What's more, Sheng Huaizhao brought it out of the Demon Realm. If it wants to save Yun Jian now, it will only become a tree species with no aura, which is tantamount to exchanging life for life.

"But, but it's not without a trade-off..." Wan Wusheng whispered, "If you are willing to water my tree seeds with your heart's blood every month, my cultivation can still slowly recover."

What is the difference between the blood of a monk's heart and his cultivation in the Demon Realm?Sheng Huaizhao is still just a mortal, how long can he bear the pain caused by cutting his heart and taking blood?

Wan Wusheng quietly stared at the person in front of him, waiting for him to make a choice.

"Okay." Sheng Huaizhao said, "I promise you."

Wan Wusheng nodded, and gently crawled to the unconscious Yun Jian's chest, the branches scattered and seeped into the ground.

Before he became a tree, the wooden doll took a deep look at him with those eyes like Ji Sheng Huai Zhao.

"This is the first time I choose to trust people, and I will wait for you to fulfill your promise."

Yun Jian was chasing Mo Ren with his sword, breaking through layers of dark clouds, avoiding thunder and lightning, and the black shadow that had been crushed by him before finally gathered in front of his eyes again.

Mo Ren was severely injured, with a big hole in his chest and abdomen. He looked neither human nor ghost, but he still mocked: "What's the point of saving his 'sweetheart' to you?"

"It's meaningless." Yun Jian's drooping hair fluttered, his eyes were full of killing intent, "but I don't need meaning."

"Then don't you hate him?" Mo Ren said solemnly, "Your mother's last words should be to let you be an upright person? But now you have a magic core in your chest, and you are full of evil spirits, and you can still step on it." Is it the right way? Or is he more important than your late mother?"

The art of attacking the heart can work at any time, and Mo Ren is well aware of Yun Jian's pain, and his words are like needles, piercing the pain intensively.

But the young man in front of him didn't have the slightest weakness and wavering at the beginning, he made every move relentlessly, pressing every step of the way.

"If you think that the current Yun Jian is just the kid who was nourished by you with the pills, you are very wrong."

When he was cut across half of the torso by the sword again, a deep male voice suddenly came to his ears, Mo Ren seemed to finally come back to his senses, and realized that the person in front of him was no longer the child he could control...he had changed.

That weak and helpless kid who could only accept his fate to be his living furnace, unexpectedly one day could walk the path of killing a teacher!

There is a human voice in the ear: "Quick battle and quick decision, there is only one chance."

Mo Ren pressed the wound on his chest and stopped in front of the gap in the Sea of ​​Consciousness, and said hoarsely, "If your mother knew, how disappointed would she be?"

As soon as the words fell, countless Gu worms drilled out of the cracks, like a herd of beasts rampaging in the Demon Realm, coming overwhelmingly, about to devour the people in front of them.

Mo Ren watched coldly, he had wounded another soul to the point of death, as long as Yun Jian in front of him was also swallowed by the Gu, the Heart-Eating Gu could be refined into a pill.

Seeing that his eyes were determined and his bone marrow was cold, Mo Ren subconsciously wanted to escape, but found that the place was surrounded by more intense demonic energy.

And this kind of evil spirit originated from Yun Jian's chest... It was actually emitted by that magic core!

After Yun Jian woke up, he never trusted the increasingly powerful magic core in his chest.

Every move and style of the sword he cultivated has nothing to do with evil spirits, the sword is so strong, how can he cultivate into the way of evil... This is the reason why he doubted Sheng Huaizhao before.

But now, he is relieved.

Because this magic core is the only thing that Sheng Huaizhao gave to him and the other soul equally in order to save his life when he was in danger.

The man really wanted to save him.

"What are you going to do?" Seeing his unhesitating action, Mo Ren completely panicked, "You want to burn... the Heart-eating Gu?"

Before the gu worms poured in, they were burned by the black flames that rose out of thin air, screaming all over the sky.

The young man has made up his mind, and Mo Ren becomes more and more flustered.

Is he really going to give up all his previous efforts?

"Yunjian, Yunjian!" Mo Ren died unwillingly: "Heart-biting Gu has been supported by the panacea I fed you for so many years, and most of your cultivation comes from it, and it has long been inseparable! You burn it now , is equivalent to destroying all your cultivation with your own hands! You, you probably have nothing..."

"It doesn't matter." The strong black fireworks burned into his eyes, and Yun Jian was not shaken by what he said.

The black flame burned the soul, and Mo Ren's scream pierced the sky.

He really didn't expect that the person in front of him would be so ruthless, and he would rather not even have his cultivation base, than let him get his wish.

But Yun Jian knew from an early age what kind of humiliation a person without talent would suffer... He has already climbed to the top and been the pride of heaven, can he still bear it?

Yun Jian handed everything over to the magic core, and told the person in front of him with practical actions that he could.

"I still have the way of heaven behind me, you can't beat me..." It was clear that only the soul was burned, but Mo Ren could feel that his body seemed to be in pain along with it.

At this moment, he truly felt the great fear of dying.

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to let you survive..."

However, the sea of ​​flames was everywhere, and he was turned into ashes before he finished his cruel words, Mo Ren's remnant soul was burned, and the heart-eating Gu was broken.

The evil spirit soaked in the blood was uprooted in an instant, and the pain of the separation of flesh and blood was unspeakable. Yun Jian's blood-stained white clothes fluttered in the air for a moment, and then fell.

He closed his eyes and waited for the backlash.

All the expected pain did not come, instead his back was entrusted by a clump of lush branches.

Towering giant trees rise out of thin air, as if connecting heaven and earth.

Then, it rained unexpectedly in the Sea of ​​Consciousness.

The rain washes away the remaining filth of Mo Ren, and the water drops fall between the stacked leaves and onto Yun Jian's forehead.

The aura was cool and nourishing, and the Gu poison that had taken root in his body for decades was washed away by the rain, and the pure magic energy from all things spread, penetrating into his heart veins in detail, repairing the broken sea of ​​consciousness.

Among the ruins, there is a thriving business.

Yun Jian's soul fell into concentration, the magic core in his chest was working so well for the first time, and some new and more surging power gushed out from his chest.

He paused slightly and burned the Heart-biting Gu, but his cultivation base did not retreat but increased.

Right now, the day and night Ming practice is perfect, and the mirror is about to be broken.

Huai Yujianjun was in the barrier, and just about to urge his sword intent to hit the forbidden dish again, a powerful demonic energy suddenly struck.

Different from the inferior and mixed demon energy of the black-robed man before, it should be more pure and powerful.

"Jin Yi, focus on it." He landed with a sound and folded his hands to strengthen the barrier.

Cracks suddenly appeared in the forbidden dish, even if Xie Jinyi subconsciously used the Ziyao sword to protect himself, he was repelled a few steps by the powerful demonic energy.

Yun Jian, whose white clothes were stained with blood, but with a calm expression, walked out slowly holding the unconscious Sheng Huaizhao.

Huai Yujian Jun's eyes were lightly closed. If Xie Jinyi's cultivation was comparable to Yun Jian's before he entered the forbidden dish, now... the young man in front of him is already a whole realm higher than him.

Not only did Yun Jian break the forbidden vessel, he even broke the mirror after crossing the catastrophe, and his cultivation level jumped by a whole level!

The barrier was lifted, and when Jiang Chenxian entered, covering his mouth and nose, he saw this scene in front of him.

His cultivation base is not as good as Xie Jinyi's, but he feels that the devilish energy in this place is stronger, but he can't figure out why, and his heart tightens: "Yun Jian, what's wrong with Huaizhao?"

"It's okay." Yun Jian said calmly, his eyes swept over the person in front of him, "It's just that he was too tired and fell into a coma."

"Go to the side hall and let the doctor show it to him." Huai Yujian Jun stared at the broken forbidden vessel in front of him, and lowered his gaze calmly, "I will handle this matter."

Jiang Chenxian naturally knew what Sword Lord meant, and rushed to greet him: "Quickly, take Huai Zhao to the side hall, and I'll show him my sleeves."

Yun Jian withdrew his gaze, walked towards the side hall with the person in his arms.

Xie Jinyi couldn't help it until the breath of the two of them had completely disappeared: "Master, Yun advised him..."

Zhao Yuejian picked up the shattered forbidden dish, and Huai Yujian Jun sighed softly: "...it's amazing."

Sheng Huaizhao was indeed fine. The doctor checked his pulse, and only said that he was suffering from a loss of energy and blood, and his spiritual power was weak, and he needed more maintenance.

In the Sea of ​​Consciousness, when Mo Ren appeared, Yun Jian reacted very quickly, and quickly forced people to retreat to the other side of the Sea of ​​Consciousness, preventing Sheng Huaizhao from being eroded by the demon spirit.

He wanted to protect the person in front of him, but the sacrifice of all creatures later was really unexpected.

With the help of Wannian Gumu, the situation was reversed and the crisis was turned into safety.

He even broke the mirror perfectly and was promoted to the realm of illusion.

Obviously, he should be grateful and happy... But Yun Jian still wanted to ask, for whom did Sheng Huaizhao sacrifice that ancient tree.

The shape of the little tree is so similar to him, so he must like it very much.

Can Sheng Huaizhao do this for another soul?

Jiang Chenxian and Xie Jinyi came to visit at dawn, and Sheng Huai was still awake at that time, so they stopped talking.

Yun Jian stood by the bed, his eyes fell on his outline, and he followed his outline over and over again tirelessly.

It's a lie to look at each other and hate each other. How could he get tired of being so good-looking.

The fingertips hanging outside the brocade quilt were white, Yun Jian hesitated for a moment, then quietly stretched out his hand, and gently fell on the slightly cold back of his hand.

Slowly, like a child stealing food, every movement of the knuckles is to peek at the expression of the sleeping person.

Hold it in your hands and hold it tightly.

And Sheng Huaizhao woke up at this time, he opened his eyes suddenly, subconsciously said: "Yunjian!"

It wasn't until his sight was clear and his breathing eased that Sheng Huaizhao realized that his hand seemed to be held by something just now.

Looking back sideways, the sun fell into the side hall, and Yun Jian in front of him seemed to be covered with a layer of gold.

Sheng Huaizhao's mind settled down, and he subconsciously raised his arms to hug the person in front of him: "You're fine."

The hand that Yun Jian hastily withdrew just now was still stiff at his side, and he was caught off guard by the person in front of him, so he didn't react for a while.

Sheng Huaizhao slowly let go of his hand, and the palm of his hand touched the side of his face: "Sorry, did I scare you?"

Normally, the little crying bag should stick to his arms, crying and acting like a baby.

But the boy in front of him paused for a moment before he realized: "No, no."

"What's the matter?" Sheng Huaizhao approached, the backlight couldn't see the pupil color of the person in front of him clearly, he just raised his hand to touch his forehead lightly, "Could it be that he was injured in the Demon Realm and hit his head?"

It's not impossible, after all, Xiaokuibao was already unconscious when he was held hostage by Mo Ren.

Only then did Yun Jian realize that the sky was bright outside the window, and it was already daytime.

But his spirit...has not changed.

His thoughts suddenly changed, Yun Jian suddenly held Sheng Huaizhao's hand: "Huai, Huaizhao, you are awake, do you want to eat the rabbit dumpling from that day?"

Sheng Huaizhao paused, a little dazed by his rushing appearance: "...No."

"Then what do you want to eat? Drink water? Or..."

"No need." Sheng Huaizhao raised his hand and gently touched the top of his hair, "Did I faint and scare you again?"

When he fainted in Shiwai Mountain back then, Xiaokuibao's expression was also anxious like this. Could it be that he was too "delicate and frail" and cast a shadow on him?

"……possible."

Yun Jian still didn't know what his personality was during the day, he didn't dare to talk too little, and he didn't dare to talk too much, and his gaze was even more evasive, for fear that Sheng Huaizhao would notice him.

But... why did he pretend to be another self.

Seeing Yun Jian shaking his head, Sheng Huaizhao wanted to say something else, but the door of the side hall was knocked lightly.

The person in front of him suddenly stood up, his figure was like a shadow, and he was surrounded by him.

"I'll go out and see."

Looking at his back, Sheng Huaizhao always felt that something was wrong with today's little crying bag.

...But I can't say it.

Outside the door, Mingshun was holding the medicine and was just meditating on what to eat, when the door in front of him suddenly opened.

Yun Jian's dark red pupils were extremely oppressive, and he stood in front of him: "Monk, let me ask you, what am I like in the daytime."