After coaxing old enemies into avatars

After being sent back, Duan Qing hesitated a few times in the hall, but still couldn't just fall asleep.

When Xiao Luo had an accident, when Changwangmen thoroughly checked Xiaochoulou, he realized that his chance might have come.

In the past few years, living in that place full of auras, the incomplete monks made him more and more unsatisfied, so when someone interrogated Yu Tong's affairs, he confessed everything without hesitation.

He did get the chance to leave the Xiaochou Tower, but his delusion of approaching Xiao Luo was in vain step by step.

Originally, he thought that the young master had a hidden disease, no matter how high his vision was in marriage before, he could only bow his head, but if he offered some sincerity at this time, he would have the opportunity to become the young master's wife.

But it was only after getting along with Duan Qing that he realized that no matter whether he was sick or not, no matter whether he was a man or a woman, Xiao Luo had no intention of dual cultivation at all.

It should be said that he has only had Yu Tong in his eyes for the past two years.

It is also a fox, Duan Qing can't even figure out the difference between the one delivered to the door and the one rejected thousands of miles away.

After hesitating again and again, Duan Qing pushed open the door and planned to go to Changwang Gate to meet Xiao Luo again, but just half a step out of the door, a gust of cold wind suddenly hit.

It was as if an invisible hand suddenly grabbed his throat, Duan Qing's vision blurred, and the smell of blood suddenly rushed to his throat.

The voice of the person behind him was like a ghost, quietly approaching his face: "Are you that fox who followed Xiao Luo during the day?"

Duan Qing's breath was blocked, his face slowly turned purple, and the fear of dying quickly spread in his heart.

Just when he thought he was here, the person behind him slowly let go and approached his face as if joking: "Don't be afraid, you look so good-looking, how can I just watch you die."

Duan Qing's eyes widened slowly, and only then did he realize that the person sticking close to him was actually the Mozun!

This made him more afraid than the previous death, Duan Qing stared at him blankly, unable to make a sound.

Mozun gently stroked his fair neck, stained his fingertips, and stroked along: "Little fox, are you jealous? The young master you miss so much doesn't like you, but you care about another fox." .”

Duan Qing was trembling all over, not knowing what the Demon Lord meant.

The person behind slowly grabbed his waist: "Although you are indeed not as good as that fox... your aptitude is also considered excellent."

In the darkness where no one noticed, the Demon Lord's eyes were cold.

The collapse of the South Wing Sea Demon Palace caused him to lose his home suddenly, and the wound he had suffered when he followed the ancient mountain front was getting worse. He originally wanted to catch a fox to make up for his cultivation in the past few days, but he didn't expect to provoke such a fox. Big trouble.

These days he was looking for substitutes everywhere, and the fox demon he found was either poor in aptitude or spiritually impure. Apart from Yu Tong, this was the only one in the world who could help him heal his wounds.

But in the past few days, he followed the young master of Changwangmen everywhere, and Mozun was also recuperating by luck, so he happened to take advantage of a loophole today.

Duan Qing thought over Mozun's words over and over again, and weighed it three times: "You...you mean, double cultivation with me?"

Demon Venerable lowered his eyes slightly, raised his fingers to pinch his chin: "Do you have any objections?"

Although his aura is broken now, his cultivation level is still much higher than that blind and lame waste. If this fox hesitates because of this, then don't blame him for being cruel.

Duan Qing slowly clenched his fists, although at this moment it was inevitable because of Yu Tong's unwillingness, but he himself clings to Xiao Luo for the purpose of improving his cultivation, before he couldn't sleep because he just felt that he was going to miss a training object.

But if there is a better way out now, why continue to embarrass yourself?

"Okay." Duan Qing turned his head and made up his mind, "I'll follow my lord."

Mozun slowly raised the corners of his lips, and his coquettish pupils printed his outline: "He who knows the current affairs is a hero."

Duan Qing knew that after taking this step, the world he faced was completely different from before. He no longer had to deal with those monks with weak and incompetent auras, and he didn't have to look forward and backward just to see Xiao Luo.

But he never expected that the pain caused by the Demon Lord was no less than when he practiced alone.

Although the intertwined spiritual energy during the double cultivation was more than before, it also brought a lot of cost and pain. He just felt like he was holding a bowl of hot magma, which scorched his blood and bones when it entered his throat.

But after the pain, Duan Qing clearly felt that his cultivation, which had been stuck in the bottleneck for a long time, finally had the meaning of being shaken!

It was not until dawn that he saw himself in the cave from the light slowly penetrating into the magic hall.

The bed was covered with the skins of all kinds of monsters, which were still warm when touched, which was frightening for no reason.

Lamps made of human bones spread all over the room, and the light seemed to burn the soul. Among them, one was the brightest. Duan Qing was inexplicably attracted, and when he approached slowly, he found that the head was still connected with hair...

The slender and sharp spider legs are stacked horizontally to form a frame, the woman's skull is in the center, and the blood red fire with resentment is burning non-stop, entering is a spider spirit.

Duan Qing was suddenly so frightened that a layer of cold sweat broke out, and he looked away, only feeling that the resentment was extremely terrifying.

He walked in the dark cave, and heard his footsteps echoing in his ears in the deep darkness.

Finally, he saw a dark room in front of him.

Duan Qing endured the pain everywhere on his body, and quietly attached himself to it, only to hear the loose voice of the Mozun.

"I have already found a fox demon who is good at dual cultivation. He is of high quality and is indeed proficient in dual cultivation." Mozun half-faced, but there was a large amount of blood dripping from his open shirt.

He raised his hand and wiped the back of his head casually, and when he moved to the front, there was endless blood.

These two wounds were all caused by the mortal with weak aura that he captured back then.

He pierced the back of his head with a bone spur and slashed his abdomen as he struggled.

According to Mozun's cultivation base, no matter how deeply he was injured, he would be able to heal and recover in time.

But for some reason, after he was injured and escaped that day, both of his wounds were burned by indelible black flames, and his flesh festered inch by inch. I can only watch my body fester bit by bit.

Like being eaten away by something.

Duan Qing couldn't hear clearly enough, so he quietly looked out, only to see another person standing in front of Mozun.

Dressed in a black robe, he looks like a ghost, and even his breath has a corrosive stench.

The man in black slowly stretched out his hand, and it turned out to be the same festering wound on the demon's abdomen. He said: "This is caused by the body of the most yin, and this kind of body that is born with yin and evil relies on plundering and cultivation, and those who are eaten by it Even if they escape, they will not change their fate of being burned to death."

Demon Venerable slowly frowned: "The body of the most yin? Do you really think that I have never heard of such a yin and evil physique that is rare in ten thousand years?"

The body of the most yin can seize the evil energy of the world day and night, and become a demon with a single thought. If such a person really exists, how can there be a place for him as a demon king now?

What's more, when he arrested someone, he really felt that that person was a waste with a broken spiritual core.

Facing his ridicule and sarcasm, the man in black slowly withdrew his hand: "Your unhealed wound is the best evidence, Your Majesty."

The Demon Lord clenched his blood-stained fist.

"Even if you don't want to admit it, that person is." The man in black looked at his hands, his eyes darkened, "Even I was accidentally swallowed by the body of the most yin."

Mozun looked up coldly, only to find that not only his hands, but also his body had this ghostly appearance.

Seeing his gloomy expression, the black-robed man slowly handed out a porcelain bottle: "This is the only containment method I found from reading countless ancient books. It needs to be supplemented by the power of the double cultivation of the fox clan, and it will be swallowed after forming a bond with it , it will be able to transfer the pain of your honor..."

The last four words fell to the side of the ear, which made Duan Qing's heart ache.

This Demon Venerable came to him not only to improve his cultivation, but to relieve the pain!

Duan Qing took a step in a daze, but soon woke up.

This is the territory of the Demon Lord. If the Demon Lord knew that he had eavesdropped on this kind of thing, he might be arrested in advance...

He restrained his mind and pretended to be calm, quietly left from the dark room, and only felt irony when he returned to the main hall and saw the blood-red skull.

He had guessed where these heads came from before, and why they were displayed here, and now...

It turns out that these are the "results" of everyone accompanying the demon king.

Duan Qing stood in front of the lampstand in a daze, the red spider's hair moved with the wind, and slowly wrapped around his knuckles.

When he came back to his senses, each fingertip was deeply embedded in the flesh by the hair, and when he moved slightly, the blood flowed down the hair.

"Did you see clearly?"

"Our fate."

"You can't change it." The gloomy female voice slowly echoed in my ears, like a question entangled in the depths of my soul.

Duan Qing lowered her head slowly, and what she saw were spiders falling from nowhere and clinging to her hands, forming many sticky and intertwined webs.

Sheng Huaizhao suddenly woke up from the dream, and when he sat up straight, he realized that he was sweating on his forehead.

He came back to his senses in a trance, and what he saw was Yun Jian with concern in his eyes.

"Huai Zhao, what's the matter?" Yun Jian raised his hand to wipe off the sweat from the side of his face, his voice was very soft, as if he was afraid to startle someone who had just woken up from a nightmare.

Sheng Huaizhao closed his eyes and slowly adjusted his rapid breathing.

He dreamed of the memory of the original owner.

It was the time when Sheng Huaizhao was imprisoned and humiliated by the old demon, he finally awakened his special physique and returned to Sheng's mansion, but was kicked out and expelled by everyone.

In the dream, his consciousness was very blurred. He was like a wandering spirit stuffed into that body, watching his miserable state of being displaced after being rejected by everyone.

But for Sheng Huaizhao's own character, being alone is the real relaxation for him, and being expelled by a group of people who don't distinguish between good and evil is nothing at all.

But the original owner is like this, constantly longing for someone to help him, reaching out to him, and delusional to ascend to the sky, greedily absorbing the evil energy of the world, and finally being coerced by boundless desires, and even guarding his own heart and soul consciousness in a daze. Can't live.

While cultivating the evil way, he became insane and uncertain. Sometimes he felt that the whole world wanted to harm him, and sometimes he longed for someone to accompany him.

I think it was the source of Sheng Huaizhao's nightmare that he was trapped in a closed alley, and he couldn't escape the claustrophobic feeling no matter how hard he struggled.

He rubbed the space between his brows lightly, and asked the system in the sea of ​​knowledge.

After the intermittent current passed, the system responded: Host, you are troubled by nightmares, perhaps it is related to the recovery of the spiritual core.

When the spiritual core was exchanged at the beginning, Sheng Huaizhao and Yun Jian were equivalent to suppressing each other.

The sword cultivator, who has no love and no thoughts, has been distorted from the righteous way, so he began to be contaminated with emotions and desires.

And the evil cultivator who should have fallen into the depths of the mud, unable to control himself but longing for strength, was restrained by the spiritual core and the remnant body. To this day, Sheng Huaizhao has not shown any signs of falling into the devil.

System: A broken spirit core means that your golden fingers cannot function normally, so you can't beat the current Demon Lord, but after being healed by Xue Chongli with his soul, the spirit core recovered, so some things may also recover.

Sheng Huaizhao: For example.

System: For example, the body of the most yin back then.

To the Yin body.

Sheng Huaizhao remembered that this was his last hole card when he and Yun Jian dealt with that old demon. In order to save his life, the first thing he absorbed and plundered was the evil spirit of that old demon.

But later, when the magic core was dissected, it was filled with Yun Jian's shattered spiritual core, and Sheng Huaizhao thought that the golden finger had directly failed due to his messing around.

And most importantly...

He woke up this morning, very hungry.

This kind of hunger is what I felt when I devoured the white tiger that guarded the mountain and everything was born.

System: Wanbisheng should be the top monster in this world... I thought you would be full for ten or eight years after swallowing it.

But it hasn't been here for half a year, and Sheng Huaizhao vaguely feels this way again, which doesn't seem very good.

"It's okay." Sensing the person in front of him clenched his hand tightly, Sheng Huaizhao smiled, "Maybe it's a nightmare, and I haven't recovered from it."

Yun Jian leaned over and kissed him lightly on the forehead: "Then what did you dream about? Tell the nightmare, and it will disappear."

Sheng Huaizhao paused for a second, only to realize that what Yun Jian said just now was quite familiar.

At the beginning, he seemed to have coaxed the little crying bag like this.

Yun Jian brushed his drooping hair behind his ears, with a smile on his eyes: "When my mind and soul's memory was messed up, I thought it was a nightmare."

Sheng Huaizhao's peace of mind was reassured by his gentle consolation, but...it was against the rules to tell what happened in the dream, and he couldn't tell the whole story that he and Yun Jian didn't belong to the same dimension.

Sheng Huaizhao threw himself into Yun Jian's arms, and put his hands on his waist: "It's very uncomfortable to wake up, come and comfort me."

Yun Jian was kind and gentle, gently pressed his forehead hair, and slowly kissed him: "Today, I will go to find Young Master Xiao to ask for a soothing incense, and I will light it for you before going to sleep at night, and then I will stay by the bedside."

Sheng Huaizhao tapped his collarbone lightly: "Then don't you sleep?"

"It's enough to practice meditation." Yun Jian took his hand to his lips and kissed it lightly, "You are more important."

The complicated and complicated dreams that had disturbed the whole night seemed to be soothed by these words. Sheng Huaizhao seemed to be unable to leave him suddenly. He slowly put his legs on his knees, then bent over and hugged him like a koala .

Yun Jian has never been embraced by Sheng Huaizhao in such a childish way before, gently supporting his lower back, and softly: "Is this place still sore?"

"Sour." Sheng Huaizhao said lazily, with a serious voice, "Keep rubbing."

"You have to practice." Yun Jian lowered his head and whispered in his ear, "Otherwise it will always be like this, and you can't use it well."

He deliberately provoked, so he lowered his eyes and stared at the tip of Sheng Huaizhao's ear, noticing that the small and white earlobe was slowly turning red, he smiled slightly.

Sheng Huaizhao lay on his stomach for a while, and then slowly lay back down. Just when he was about to speak, there was a knock on the door.

"It's Yu Tong." Yun Jian lowered his eyelashes slightly, "Shall I let him in?"

"Let him wait, I'll change my clothes." Sheng Huaizhao gently twisted up his coat when he got up, "Look at what you have ruined."

Yun Jian's eyelashes drooped slightly, and he looked like a good baby who let him lecture.

"Pretend to be good." Sheng Huaizhao glanced at him, raised his hand and put on the new coat again.

Yu Tong hugged the raccoon outside the door, the joy of regaining it has not yet receded, he didn't even want to let the raccoon go for a moment.

Until Sheng Huaizhao came out, he still maintained that happy smirk: "Huai Zhao, look at it is very energetic."

Sheng Huaizhao just went out and saw the chubby little fox head-on.

He raised his eyebrows slowly: "You came to me just to show off?"

"Of course not." Yu Tong hugged the little fox, "Xiao Luo came to me and said he wanted to discuss something with you."

This young master Xiao is really looking for opportunities to meet the little fox all the time, even such a trivial matter has to be troublesomely detoured.

"Then let's go." Sheng Huaizhao was about to leave, but Yun Jian followed slowly and put a handle in his palm.

"Huai Zhao, take it with you."

Sheng Huaizhao was stunned for a while before he remembered that he still had a handful of inheritance.

But this sword spirit has been sulking for too long, I haven't seen it move a few words in the past few days.

Sheng Huaizhao just raised his hand to take it, when the handle suddenly trembled violently. Two seconds ago, he said that the quiet sword spirit slowly appeared.

"Boy." The old man changed his usual arrogant look, and stared at him with a frown. "The aura in your body is not right, do you know?"

It really planned to retreat and practice well before, anyway, Xue Chongli's son is arrogant and lazy, and he planned to wait for the day when the real disaster came, let this kid cry and beg in front of him, and then he will be relieved hatchet.

But now something is wrong.

There is also Xue Chongli's remnant aura in the sword, which can echo the aura of Sheng Huaizhao's body repairing the spiritual core.

It can feel that with the recovery of the spiritual core, some extremely powerful power is gradually recovering.

Rather, it turned out that the shattered spiritual core was more like a seal, suppressing something terrible in Sheng Huaizhao's mortal body.

Yun Jian stared at the sword spirit, the darkness in his eyes gradually faded away: "Senior, what does this mean?"

This kid's cultivation level is not low, and his sword intent is pure. This senior still called the sword spirit extremely comfortably and submissively, and it put on a good face like alms: "Literally, I have never seen someone whose aura is so disordered."

It looked like a beast that had been sleeping for a long time was about to come out of its cage, but judging from this man's expression, he didn't realize the seriousness of the matter at all.

"Boy, if you just plan to ignore it like this, maybe something big will happen in the future." The sword spirit didn't joke, "Maybe one day, you will be swallowed by the spiritual energy in your body."

Sheng Huaizhao gently held a scabbard, and slowly pulled out the sword.

Under the sun, the light reflected by the blade of the sword is extremely dazzling.

When the sword spirit thought that he finally had such a sense of crisis, and was going to give him some advice on how to suppress the spirit energy rushing around in his body, Sheng Huaizhao slammed the sword shut again.

"Nonsense." He snorted, and then turned his head to look at Shangyu Tong cautiously, "What are you looking at, I'm not alive and kicking, and Sword Spirit is so old, it's always easy to miss him."

Yu Tong was half-knowledgeable, followed his answer with an oh, and lightly grabbed the top of her hair.

Judging from the previous situation, he thought it was quite serious, but he didn't expect it to be a mistake...

After perfunctory the little fox, Sheng Huaizhao saw Yun Jian's dark eyes when he turned his head.

It was just a line of sight, and Sheng Huaizhao knew that Yun Jian hadn't been perfunctory at all.

Sheng Huaizhao had already guessed what Sword Spirit said about "spiritual energy disorder".

After he is bound to the system and enters different worlds to play different roles, he will get various points.

Some book walkers only want to revive themselves, so they will accumulate points in exchange for unbinding from the system.

And Sheng Huaizhao had no attachment to the past before, and even wanted to let go of that hazy memory, so he used the points he had earned along the way to exchange for something extraordinary.

This thing is a kind of ability, called - branding.

In fact, it is to "eat" the things you want to subdue, and then designate the things to belong to his engraving, and then you can summon them for use.

But the side effects of this ability are also very large. When you don’t use it, you will have a strong sense of hunger, and if you use it too much, it will consume life points, and the things that are absorbed in each book will be cleared after leaving the world of books. zero.

Compared with "rebirth", the real "beauty", "wealth" and so on, it is too insignificant.

But before entering this book, Sheng Huaizhao was disabled by the system because he overused it in the previous book and almost fell into the crisis of the villain's premature death.

So when he first wore the book, he didn't realize that it could be used.

Later, when he subdued the white tiger, he found that his hunger revived, and he thought it was because the system had lifted the ban.

Now it seems that things are going in a trickier direction.

"Although what I told Yu Tong was perfunctory," Sheng Huaizhao slowed down and returned to Yun Jian's side, gently holding his hand, "but I assure you, this is not as serious as you imagined."

He said it sincerely, if it was a small crying bag or an iceberg, he would probably have been perfunctory.

But Yun Jian just gently held his fingertips: "Huai Zhao, sometimes I always feel that your actions are too...fearless."

In the beginning, he was indifferent to life and death, so no matter how he hurt himself, he didn't care.

Later, he shared his feelings with each other, and he seemed to have a little awareness of "not to get hurt casually" and "to become stronger", but it was just to prevent himself from worrying.

He seems to have never really thought about himself.

"Huai Zhao, I hope that one day you will be scruples about yourself when you make any choice." Yun Jian held his hand tightly, and said in a low voice, "You know that there are people who are afraid of you being hurt and worried about your whereabouts, so To protect myself...would make me feel terrified."

"You shouldn't be born for me." Yun Jian held him tightly, "You should be born for you."