How to marry a male dragon

"It seems that you have made a good choice, so let's go on the road quickly."

Yidian patted his clothes, took out the map that Ying Xiangyi had drawn before, and looked for directions.

Liudian looked at him, then at the three people beside him, hesitating and not taking a step.

He was knocked suddenly, and Fei Yi came to him at some point, his ferocious face faded away, and he smiled again: "Why are you in a daze, why don't you hurry up, do you want to stay and listen to them?" Corner?"

"Nonsense! Nonsense! You are a prudish devil, so shameless!"

Liudian's heart was on fire, he usually held it up and would not get angry easily, but when he met Feiyi, he couldn't control his temper.

Feiyi smiled instead of anger: "Hahaha, how can a devil be serious, little Yan Luo, it's just a few words of cursing and cursing, it's too boring."

Six Halls: "..."

The one who was scolded came to teach him that scolding is not good. This devil is really a lunatic, as rumored!

Feiyi didn't care about his refusal, and followed him to the first hall, leaving room for the lovers behind to talk about themselves.

Ying Xiangyi's mind is still confused, the most troublesome thing for him is not the conspiracy drawn by Luo Zhen, but the man in front of him.

"Chi Tiao, if it is true what the Demon Venerable just said, the sky is not a place that can be destroyed casually."

Among the six realms, the God Realm is ordered by the heavens, possesses unique power, and its overall strength is recognized as the strongest.

Ordinary people want to cultivate immortals, and immortals want to become gods. As for monsters, they don't care about breaking through the realm in the end.

If it is against the God Realm, against the Heaven and Heaven, even if Chi Yao is the king of the Demon Realm, he probably won't get any benefits.

Ying Xiangyi couldn't ignore it. Since he traveled to this world, he has been involved in various forces and turmoil. It seems that there is a hand pushing him to the sky.

He had a vague feeling that the God Realm would be his final destination, and that there were all the answers in the heavens.

If he wanted to find out about time travel, he had to go there.

This road to the sky is extremely dangerous, and Chi Tiao could have stayed out of it, but because of him, he also stepped into this situation.

He is in a maze, pulled by countless silk threads, like a hanging string puppet.How can he calmly accept Chi Tiao's follower who has given his all if he cannot take care of his own safety? He is not afraid of the debt of favor, he is only afraid that he cannot pay it back.

"It doesn't matter whether he is in the God Realm or the heavens, whoever prevents this deity from staying with you, this deity will make him a dead soul under one step."

Chi Tiao hugged his shoulders, there were scattered black lines between his brows, he was born flirtatious and handsome, but the addition of these lines added a little sinister and ghostly aura.

"Ying Xiangyi, even the God Realm cannot separate you and me."

He seemed to be sighing, but also seemed to promise, he was as domineering as ever.

But it made Ying Xiangyi's anxious heart settle down.

That's right, what to do if you think so much, live day by day, even if there are only 24 hours left, he will still be entangled with Chi Tiao.

No matter how difficult this puzzle is to break, no matter how difficult this road is, they all have each other.

There was a surge of enthusiasm in the dantian, and Ying Xiangyi felt as if he had started to live again.

He pinched Chi Tiao's shoulder, threw him to a nearby tree, and said word by word: "You said this, if you dare to run away from me, I will break your leg."

Chi Tiao smiled and bent his eyebrows, leaned forward and kissed his lips: "I wish for it."

There was a burning heat in his chest, as if something had exploded, Ying raised the corners of his lips to Yi Gang, and then frowned: "Ah Chi, I seem to... break through."

Ming Wu was caught off guard, not only Chi Yao was dumbfounded, Ying Xiangyi himself did not expect it either.

He was forced to enter a state of meditation, Chi Tiao made a decisive decision, supported him to meditate on the spot, and at the same time threw an attack in the direction where Yidian was waiting for the others to leave.

Ying Xiangyi is in the realm of Jindan, and this time he breaks through Jindan and will form a Nascent Soul. According to his age, he is not too talented.

Chi Tiao didn't dare to be sloppy at all, he had glimpsed Ying Xiangyi's golden core, which was quite different from ordinary monks, and I'm afraid this thunder tribulation that broke through the realm would not be easy.

The three rushed back quickly.

They were not ordinary people, so they could tell Ying Xiangyi's condition with just a glance without asking.

Liudian was taken aback: "How could he break through at this time?!"

Chi Tiao's eyes were as sharp as a sword, and he gave him a sharp look: "Keep down, don't distract him."

Liu Dian felt terrified, and silently shut his mouth.

When Chi Tiao entered the underworld alone, he singled out Yama of the Ten Palaces. Although he lost the wind, he also hurt them.Chi Tiao, who was full of murderous intent, was unstoppable, and he never dared to forget it, and was afraid of it.

Now, the lord of the demon world has a weakness, and it seems that he has become even more difficult to deal with.

That glance just now gave him a terrifying feeling of Rakshasa reappearance.

"The timing is not right, but there is nothing we can do about it." Yidian looked at Feiyi, "Please trouble Mozun to set up formations with this hall to help Immortal Ying to overcome the catastrophe."

Feiyi has a bone stick in his left hand, and a slightly thicker and longer bone stick in his right hand: "Stop talking nonsense, you go east and west, and the little demon will guard your lover."

Yidian was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at the thing in his hand, his lips moved, and he silently uttered a sentence: Bone Staff Thirteen Eight, Bone Staff Thirteen Nine.

Demon ancestor Dongzhu has a magic weapon called Bone Stick Thirteen, which is composed of thirteen bone sticks of different lengths and thicknesses.One of the thirteen bone sticks is as thin as a needle, and can be used as a hidden weapon to save people. The larger the rank, the longer and thicker it is.

The thirteenth bone stick is made of treasures from the gods, demons, and underworlds. It is very powerful.

No one knows that the demon ancestor Dong Zhu, the god of the sky, Luo Zhen, the god of flowers, and him were old friends, and the Bone Staff Thirteen were made by the four of them.

Yidian lowered his eyes, and a wry smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

After thousands of years, he thought that his heart had been soaked in forgetfulness, but in the end, old people and old events could still easily bring back his memories.

After all, those were the best years of his life, even though he was not the uncompromising Yama of the underworld at all.

With a wave of Chi Tiao's sleeve, a large expanse of demon fire burned, burning all the surrounding vegetation and artificially creating a large open space: "I owe you a favor, let's start."

In the secret realm, there are more monsters than magic weapons.

Whether it is a monk or a demon, they are always the weakest when they break through the realm. Many demons and evil spirits will come over after smelling it, trying to take advantage of it and get a share of it.

At such times, defense becomes even more important.

The ground is the boundary, and Yidian and Feiyi are the lords of the Underworld and the Demon Realm respectively. They have a strong deterrent effect on demons and evil spirits. They can take action and set up evil magic circles on the left and right to prevent these things from approaching.

Coupled with the fact that Chi Tiao is by his side, he will be safe, and Ying Xiangyi will not be affected by the outside world, so he can concentrate on enlightenment and break through the realm.

Liu Dian was the only one who had nothing to do, he didn't dare to go to Ying Xiangyi's side, so he just sat aside, watching Yi Dian and Fei Yi set up an array.

He didn't know anything about it, so he saw it half-understood and didn't understand what it meant.

On the surface, the ten halls of the Hades, Yan Luo, are connected with each other, but there are also differences in their cultivation bases.

The first hall ranks first among the ten halls of Yama, so it is naturally the strongest. As for the weakest, it is not the last ten halls, but the sixth hall.

The Sixth Palace was promoted from the Lord of the Underworld, and people in the Underworld said that he had great luck.

The eighteen levels of hell in the underworld, the deepest part of hell, the end point of countless tortures, there is a Styx river, and beside the river is a ghost tree ordered by heaven.

Whenever Yan Luo is about to fall, a new Yama will be born from the Styx River. They need to follow the guidance of the ghost tree, grow and practice, and inherit the name of Yama after Yan Luo's death, become the next Yama, and take over the affairs of the underworld.

From the Great Desolation period to the present, Yan Luo has changed like this, and the Sixth Palace is the only exception for thousands of years.

He was not born in a ghost tree, he was personally selected by Yidian, who tried his best to help him to the top.

Liudian looked at his hands, his pale complexion was hideous and terrifying, and the blood vessels hidden under the skin showed a light blue color, making him look sick and depressed.

During the war among the four clans, the previous Sixth Palace Yan Luo died suddenly, and the ghost tree didn't even give instructions.

When people in the underworld were in panic, he was taken to the main hall of the underworld by the first hall, and without knowing it, he became the new sixth hall Yama.

Liudian lowered his head, almost buried in his knees, his spine bent into an astonishing arc, and his bones rattled.

Before he became Yan Luo, he had a life-threatening experience, and those memories filled his mind vividly, but every time he recalled it, there was no sense of familiarity.

He often has an illusion that he is not himself.

The position of Yan Luo and the name of the Sixth Palace are just a cover, a mask that covers him and protects him at the same time.

Who is he under the mask?

The first hall said one thing in the underworld, and supported him as the sixth hall Yama despite the criticism of everyone, what was the reason for it?

He didn't want to explore.

Whether there are answers to these questions, and what the answers are, to him, are just clouds and dust, not worth mentioning.

Liudian let out a foul breath, held his chin, and glanced boredly at the magic circle that had started to operate.

A smart man doesn't live long, he just wants to be his fool.

The two formations were completed, one was gray and the other was black, forming an invisible barrier that enveloped the entire ten-mile radius.

Liudian raised his chin, and said in a contemptuous tone, "Hey, devil, is your magic circle drawn crookedly, it's so ugly."

This kind of large magic circle consumes a lot of energy, Feiyi and Yidian both consume a lot, Yidian's coffin face can't be seen from the face, but Feiyi's face is a little red, and his lips are a little white.

He raised those evil eyebrows, and slapped Liudian's face: "What's wrong with you, don't think that this deity doesn't know, you fool doesn't know magic circle at all."

Liu Dian was stunned for a moment, then frowned: "Who says I don't understand?"

Fei Yi sat down not far away, and threw the long bone staff in his hand to him: "You know, come here and set up a demon-gathering formation for me."

The demon-gathering formation can gather demons, and right now there is a defensive formation on the periphery to block the demons, and the formation can only gather demonic energy.

The demons rely on demon energy to cultivate, and Fei Yi spent a lot of effort just now, and now he has to recover, with the help of demon energy to recover faster.

The Sixth Palace held a bone staff like a hot potato, and didn't know whether to throw it or not: "This precious weapon, can you keep it by yourself, if it gets bumped, the Palace will not be able to afford it."

Feiyi smiled narrowly, watching him jump with interest: "Little Yan Luo, if you really have the ability to bump it, I will treat it as a plant, and I will give you the remaining few to play with."

Six Halls: "..."

When he was in a daze, Chi Yao had already walked over, grabbed the bone stick in his hand, walked in front of Fei Yi without saying a word, and set up a demon-gathering formation.

Fei Yi was sitting in the center of the demon-gathering formation, watching his movements with a smile on his face: "Little Yaozun, I'm sorry."

Without raising his eyelids, Chi Tiao made a last stroke, and returned the bone stick to him: "You're welcome, I'm just afraid you might disturb him."

Who he is referring to is self-evident.

Ying Xiangyi suddenly realized that at the critical moment of breaking through the realm, a faint milky white brilliance rose from his body, which was no different from the milky white brilliance that healed him after he experienced the catastrophe outside the Duwei state capital.

Some people can achieve a breakthrough in a quarter of an hour, others in an hour, or even a few days.

The robbery thunder had not yet gathered in the sky above the head, which meant that the breakthrough was hanging by a thread, and several people all looked at Ying Xiangyi at the same time, sweating coldly for him.

Ying Xiangyi's situation is indeed not very good. He is about to break through the realm, and many changes have taken place in his body. He is busy resisting, but he is suddenly pulled into another world.

The modern world he originally lived in.

The road was full of traffic, and the traffic lights were changing alternately. He stood at the end of the zebra crossing in a daze.

He was obviously so familiar with the environment that he could no longer be familiar with it, but he felt a little strange for no reason.

Pedestrians hurried across the road, Ying Xiangyi was bumped and staggered on the zebra crossing, he took a few steps forward, looked up, it was a red light.

The horn of the car was harsh, like a flood of beasts, roaring towards him, and at the very moment, a strong force came from behind him, pulling him back.

"Are you looking for death, didn't you see that it was a red light?" The driver of the car braked the car and poked his head out of the window, "I want to die somewhere else!"

Ying Xiangyi took a sudden look, and his back was covered in cold sweat.

After traveling for only a few months, he has not yet figured out the affairs of the six realms, but he has even forgotten the common sense of life that he has memorized for decades.

This is not a strange city, and Ying Xiangyi quickly found his place of residence based on his memory.

On the tall building, there is a house that he has struggled for many years. Looking up, he can even see the succulent potted plants in the window.

Ying Xiangyi turned around and walked out, passing through the square opposite the community, it was a small commercial street, he continued to go in, and found the small shop that belonged to him.

He was preparing to open when he crossed, so the store door was locked, and through the glass, he could see the decorations inside.

Ying Xiangyi stood at the door of the store for a long time, and did not leave until dark.

His stomach was rumbling, and the instinctive response of hunger made everything in front of him real. After walking and sitting for an afternoon, Ying Xiangyi finally confirmed the answer he had been reluctant to think about: he really 's back.

The night market was lively, and there were many stalls. He had no money on him, and the aroma of all kinds of snacks made him even hungrier, so he had to leave the street quickly.

Walking all the way to the square, the loud music had already started to play, the aunts were gathering, and the laughter and laughter lingered in his ears, like an impenetrable wall, trapping him in it.

Ying Xiangyi subconsciously walked to the place where he used to set up a stall. It was here that he met the old man and got the wordless book with complicated patterns.

The street lamps came on one after another, and he looked at the small shadows under his feet, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Old man, I sold books for you, can you treat me to a meal, okay?"

"The fireworks are red and dusty, the dishes are full of flavors, do you really want a meal?"

The old man who once set up a stall beside him appeared out of nowhere and stood quietly beside him.

Ying Xiangyi was noncommittal, and made suggestions on his own: "The top-grade delicacies in the fairy world are memorable, the strange meals in the underworld are eye-catching, and the ice wine meals in the demon world can make me feel at ease, but according to my current situation, it is not as good as Come and have a big bowl of shrimp ravioli at the door opposite to Tanling Division in Zhaonan City."

The old man was not surprised at all, and even smiled: "You guessed it all?"

"No, I'm just hungry." Ying Xiangyi rubbed his stomach with a wry smile, and said in surprise, "They say I'm full and warm, I'm almost starving to death, why is my mind full of thoughts about my little lover, could it be my stomach Is desire not worth the pain of lovesickness?"

The old man sat down next to him noncommittal: "There are countless delicacies in the world, and the best one is in the God Realm. In the heavens, there are the most beautiful and delicious delicacies in the world. What you said are all ordinary things, which are incomparable."

Hearing the meaning of his words, Ying Xiangyi's face became a bit colder: "Every flower is in everyone's eyes, a hundred people taste a hundred tastes, above the three, six or nine, there are selfish objections. I am a vulgar person, and I love vulgarity." It’s better for the old man to be a good teacher.”

"Hahaha, you are above the third, sixth and ninth grades, and you still have selfish objections. Now it seems that you have really moved your heart for that little monster?"

The old man is in high spirits, and gossips about the minds of the young.

"It's not that I've moved my heart." Ying Xiangyi looked at the dancing crowd in the distance, tilted his head and smiled, a little shy, but aboveboard, "It's that I gave him all my heart, and it's him who is selfish, and it's him who refute it. He ranks above the third, sixth and ninth grades."

The old man didn't seem to expect him to say such a thing, he was a little surprised, and hesitated to speak.

Ying Xiangyi rubbed his stomach: "It's almost the same question, can you take me to dinner?"

The old man shook his head: "There is one last question, the world of mortals here, the hell in other worlds, you should think carefully, which one should you choose?"

Ying Xiang Yishu breathed a sigh of relief, and only then did he show a smile: "How can you conclude that this world is the world of mortals, and the other world is hell? If I go, even hell can be broken!"

When the last word fell, everything around him disappeared, everything was silent, everything was wrapped in thick night, like an airtight cage.

Ying Xiangyi stepped in the void, looked at the mist, and thought of a familiar scene.

At that time in Duwei State, he also came here, there was a voice leading him to search and explore, he walked through the thick fog, but couldn't find it.

"Today, it's time to meet me."

The color of the fog changes with the wind, and the snow and sleet scattered all over the sky, flowing like pearls, forming a long figure.

He stepped on the light, and landed in front of Ying Xiangyi lightly, with a gentle expression, and an indescribable sense of compassion.

Ying Xiang's brain was buzzing, and he became dizzy for a while.

The man in front of him, judging from his appearance, was [-]% like him. Standing together, they could be said to be carved out of the same mold.

The man nodded slightly. Although he was humble and polite, he exuded an undeniable majesty: "Do you know me?"

Ying Xiangyi clenched his hands, and his voice was dry: "But the god who is so famous in the sky?"

"You guessed it." His smile was perfect and could make anyone feel close, "Then guess again, why did you see me."

This time, Ying Xiangyi didn't hesitate: "You arranged for me to come to this world. They all said that you died long ago. You can't come here to take my home, right?"

Although his tone was relaxed, his whole body was tense, as if he was about to stand up and resist in the next second.

The man smiled and said frankly: "I did have this idea."

Ying Xiang Yixin raised his throat.

Is it possible for him to fight back against the god who has been dead for thousands of years and cheated his corpse?

"Don't be nervous, I said I did." The man looked calmly, looking at the distance where the snow and hail were flying, like an eagle nostalgic for the old forest, "Many people want me to do this, but I just don't want to do it gone."

His nostalgia does not seem to be fake, he should reach Yifu's heart and blurt out: "The reason why you are willing to do this has disappeared?"

The man lowered his eyelids and sighed softly: "It's not completely disappeared."

Ying Xiangyi suddenly thought of what Luo Zhen said. She once mistook him as a best friend, and even thought Chi Tiao as the person her best friend was thinking of. Could it be...

"You guessed it right, he should have been mine."

The calm voice was full of determination, which greatly annoyed Ying Xiangyi.

"he's mine!"

They were in love with each other, and no one else ever existed.

The atmosphere froze instantly, but two seconds later, everything returned to normal.

There was a little thought between the man's brows, but he nodded with a smile: "I was wrong, he belongs to you. Although it is not completely disappeared, it is not the same after all. In this world, the sky is the sky, and the sky is the bottom." At the bottom of the river, there will never be another one of him."

At the end of his speech, his sigh was like the wind, scattered among the snow and hail.

In an instant, he aged dozens of times, his hair was gray, and he no longer looked like a boy who was proud of himself.

He seemed very happy, and the smile on his face was a little sincere: "It turns out that lovesickness has no solution. I have waited for thousands of years, and this day has finally arrived."

Ying Xiangyi felt inexplicably sad: "What's wrong with you?"

"I solved the question he left, and it's time to go to him to verify the answer." There seemed to be tears on his face, and he was full of regret. Would you like to wait for me?"

"Senior Shenjun, you—"

"Okay, don't ask anymore. If you want to know anything, go ask my silly friend, and give him another sentence for me: don't worry about it, don't look back, heaven sent him."

His body gradually became transparent, and suddenly, there seemed to be a figure coming from the snow.

Ying Xiangyi saw that familiar face, which was exactly the same as Chi Tiao, but more gentle than him, without any murderous look, as calm as water.

That person never put his eyes on him, just looked at Shenjun, and the two slowly embraced each other, turning into the same flying dust.

"From now on, you will have to go on your own. You don't have to take care of me. Everything in the world is up to you."

Ying Xiangyi suddenly opened his eyes, there were thunderstorms above his head, and a strong spiritual light exploded from his body, with a faint trace of terrifying divine power.

Yi Dian, who was resting at the side, stood up suddenly and stared at him.

The aura turned into snow sleet, and within the secret realm, within a radius of a hundred miles, a flurry of snow fell.

Fei Yi reached out to catch a snowflake, and murmured: "It's the beginning of October, how come it's time for the snow to fall?"

Yidian's eyes were red, and he slammed his fist hard on the tree.

Chi Tiao's eyes turned cold, and murderous aura surged all over his body, but he saw a piece of snowflakes caught in Yidian, who always had a coffin face, and she shed tears silently.

They used to drink horses and long rivers, break flowers to make wine, and have fun traveling in the six realms. They were once the best young men in the world.

Now with lowered eyes, only he is left, and only this handful of snow that has been delayed for thousands of years is left.

Chi Tiao froze, and was suddenly pushed by his shoulders and turned around. He subconsciously wanted to attack, but met a pair of dark eyes.

Fei Yi shook his head at him: "Master... That man said before he died that he had three friends in his life, two from the sky and one from the bottom of the Styx River. After all, I can’t help myself. The only wish of that person before death is to prosper in the God Realm and the Underworld forever, so I... never do anything to the God Realm and the Underworld.”

Chi Tiao staggered his gaze, and saw Yidian standing beside the broken log, desolate and lonely all over his body.

"So you didn't kill the God Realm, not because of the doomed person, but because of... Demon Ancestor Dongzhu?"

Fei Yi blinked, the darkness in his eyes faded, and he was like a normal person again: "For that person, I will not go to the God Realm. If one day I kill the God Realm, it must be that person in my heart is not as good as others."

The demons have always acted according to their heart, they don't pay attention to shame and morality, they only care about doing what they want.

There is a saying in the Mozu: There is no eternal vow, only the impulse not to regret.

The snow fell on the ground, and wherever the eyes could see, it was completely white.

Among the flowers on the other side of the underworld, scattered snowflakes overwhelmed the flower branches, and the frail old man suddenly opened his eyes. He stared at the long river above his head for a long time, and two lines of turbid tears flowed from his dry and emaciated eye sockets.

He got up, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed nine times in succession.

Every time he knocked, the writing on his face became lighter.

Until the words "crime" engraved on the skin and flesh were all gone, the old man stood up, put one knee on the ground again, and gave a standard military general's salute: "The last general Song Yanling, send the god off."

The person who tattooed him is gone, and his sins are gone with the wind, and this underworld can no longer hold him.

And he finally had nowhere to go.

The author says:

Brother Ying: Turn on the cow x mode.

Second, later, I will explain the matter of Shenjun clearly.

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