9000 years

"What did Your Majesty say?" Xuanli's voice was a little hoarse, and he was obviously tired. The whole body weight of the person in his arms was on him, and he felt a little drowsy under the pressure.

Jing An paused for a moment, and didn't say anything directly, but Xuan Li followed the man's voice and inexplicably remembered many long-ago events.

Xuanli doesn't like to recall these old things. It's been too long, and there is really no need to recall them. It's just mentioned at this juncture, which always has a different meaning, as if Xuanli himself broke the original The horoscope that should be spent in peace has messed up the situation.

"Actually, when I think about it, I didn't say anything, just one sentence, the fate has been changed, but because of good fortune, I didn't know whose fate the fate was talking about at the time, and then when I woke up, I realized that what he said was not the heaven, but you." Jing An's tone was indifferent, blending into the windy shrine, unexpectedly solemn.

Xuanli leaned back, closed his eyes for a long time before uttering: "Is it gone?"

"It's gone." The person sitting next to Xuanli seemed to sigh, his eyes fell on the dim sky outside, and he said for no reason, "He is your obsession!"

Xuanli opened his eyes and looked at Jing'an, quietly waiting for the person's next words, saying such words for no reason, what did he want to express?

Jing An picked up his own words, and didn't seem to take it as a problem, "I've lived for tens of thousands of years, and I've never seen anyone like you," he stopped at this point, softly Smiled, "I used to hear people say that the Emperor Fengling of the Heaven Realm is moody and likes to do ridiculous things that don't matter. He is gentle and plain in front of others, but sinister and cold behind others. There is no reason for it. Later, after meeting you, Only then did I realize that it was nothing more than idle nonsense, you have always been an extremely gentle person, possessing the natural warmth and warmth of a phoenix, as well as an unswerving affection until death."

"Unfortunately, being too affectionate is obsession, being too obsessed with seeking a result." Jing An stopped abruptly, and only spoke halfway, being too obsessed with a result, so what?

Xuan Li was a little uneasy, but he seemed to understand what Jing An wanted to say. The next second, the man picked up a small stone in front of him, stretched out his hand and threw the stone out of the door, "There is often no result at all."

The blood all over his body froze in an instant, and a chill rose from the soles of his feet. Xuan Li looked at Jing An blankly, and asked for a while, "What do you mean?"

Jing An looked into his eyes, and his eyes were full of indescribable words, "When I was looking for information about demon gods in the Library Pavilion, I accidentally saw an ancient book, which recorded some causes and consequences about demon gods, do you want to listen to it? ?”

Strong unease churned in Xuan's heart, and a voice in his head repeated, no, yes, no, yes

However, in this matter, there was no room for choice. Now, except for the person in his arms, he has nothing to care about. Whether he listens or not listens makes no difference to the ending.

"Speak." Xuanli was still calm, his voice mingled with the boundless wind, like a star sinking in the moonlight, light and gentle.

Twilight is coming, the clouds outside the house are dim, all the stars are covered, the person in his arms is still asleep, Xuanli is stiff all over, and the hands holding the person are shaking in the night, he breathes a long sigh of relief, trying to calm himself down. They calmed down, but Jing An's voice was all in their ears, and they couldn't calm down no matter what.

Jing An leaned against the statue behind him with a gloomy expression, and the hall was silent.

"So, if he becomes a demon, Fuyu will forget the past forever. If not, he won't live long, right?" Xuanli's voice was very soft, so soft that it didn't sound like he was asking someone else, but rather he was talking to himself.

Jing An didn't respond immediately, he sat where he was, his eyes pierced through the dilapidated wall, and looked into the distance.

Only a real demon god can live forever, like a monster that can only kill, living in this world endlessly, throwing away all emotions and six desires, forgetting the past and the past, this is the real supreme supernatural power.

Xuanli beside him suddenly moved, he gently laid the person flat on the ground with the light of the sky, took off his coat and covered the person, then sat down beside him, stroking Fuyu's cheek with his fingertips , muttering to himself: "Is there really no other way?"

Jing An may be able to understand Xuanli's mood, but he can't feel his state of mind. What he wanted to say was futile at the moment. There are two of these.

I don't know when I fell asleep, but when Jing An woke up, Xuan Li in the shrine had disappeared, leaving only Fu Yu lying quietly on the spot, the wound on Fu Yu's face looked particularly horrifying now that the day was bright. Man, his originally heroic face was already so ugly that he couldn't even see his original appearance. Jing An suddenly felt a little sad when he looked at it.

No wonder it is often said in the world that lovers will eventually be married. The meaning of these words has always been that there are no lovers who can be married. In this world, there are far more people who leave inexplicably than those who go to the end, just like Xuanli and Fuyu , just like him and Tianling.

Jing An thought wildly for a moment, and then put his mind on Fu Yu's face. Unfortunately, there are no medicinal materials here, so he can only treat the wound with magic. Then there is nothing more to do.

Until twilight, Xuanli still did not come back, and the sky was covered with dark clouds. The thick black clouds carried a strong wind from far to near, as if it was going to rain.

Jing An was not at peace. When he woke up in the morning, he felt sore all over. It was obvious that he had inhaled something similar to sleeping incense, and it happened that Xuan Li was not around. Leaving without saying a word, not coming back for so long, is unavoidably disturbing.Jing An couldn't help thinking, what important matter did he have that he couldn't let others know, and wanted to go alone behind his back?Which sentence yesterday stimulated him?

Fuyu was still awake, his face was pale and even his lips turned blue, his body gradually began to feel cold, Jing An kept silently guarding, the more he guarded, the more he felt something was wrong, Fuyu's wound was good, but it was by no means fatal , and as a half demon god, he doesn't look like he is about to die at all, so why does his body temperature drop so quickly?Such an obvious loss of body temperature, what Jing An has seen the most is on people who are dying.

No, there must be something else that they have overlooked, and it is extremely fatal.

Jing An hurriedly stepped forward to check Fu Yu's wounds, looking at them one by one. When he pulled off the clothes covering his chest, a piece of white almost glowing skin attracted Jing An's attention. One piece is red and the other is green, only here, it looks like it just took a bath, glowing with luster, Jing An stretched out his hand, just touched Fuyu's skin with his fingertips, a dagger with a biting cold air emerged from his chest, Jing An looked at the black-bladed dagger, his eyes widened in disbelief.

The dagger was still stuck in Fu Yu's chest, the wound had festered, and black demonic energy overflowed from the wound, like a pool of black blood. Jing An's hands trembled, and his hands were close to the handle of the knife, wondering whether he should hold it or not. Ten square blades?

The Ten Square Blade is the immortal weapon of Emperor Qingheng, although it is not the only one in the Three Realms, it is extremely rare, how could the Ten Square Blade appear here, who wanted Fu Yu's life?

The movement of wanting to pull it out stopped in mid-air, Jing An hesitated for a moment, and made a tactic with his fingers to transmit the sound from Xuanli. As soon as the timbre came out, an extraordinarily full fairy energy came from far to near, and the visitor did not hide it at all. The rampage kicked up a cloud of dust.

Yao Chuan stood at the door in a dusty manner, his eyes were red, as if he hadn't slept in a long time, he walked in with big strides, and was stunned for a moment when he saw Fu Yu.

"What's up with him?"

Jing An and Yao Chuan only met once, and it was when Jing An was still young. Tens of thousands of years have passed through vicissitudes, and the stars have changed a round. He can recognize people at a glance, but Yao Chuan can see who the person in front of him is at a glance.

"Immortal of Qingzhuo?" Yao Chuan frowned slightly, seemingly surprised.

"Who are you?" Jing An subconsciously stood in front of Fu Yu, worried that the other party was someone who had transformed into another person to snatch him.

Yao Chuan bypassed him and went straight to Fu Yu, with an anxious expression on his face, unwilling to talk nonsense, "What's wrong with him? Ten square blade? Who made it?"

Jing An carefully judged the person in front of him, and uttered a sentence after a long while: "Your Majesty Yao Chuan?"

Yao Chuan seems to have something

What's the matter, before anyone could say anything, he was already squatting on the ground to check Fuyu's injuries, the ten square blades on his chest were too dazzling, Yao Chuan looked around for a long time, and was about to pull out, when Jing An in front of him hurriedly stopped him , "Your Majesty, the place where the ten-square blade pierces the soul is broken, and it must be repaired by a soul-replenishing fan, so pull it out rashly"

"I know, but I don't have time." After Yao Chuan finished speaking, he pulled out the dagger from his chest.

Immediately, the blood flowed profusely, and the warm blood penetrated into the clothes along the skin on both sides, and the black devilish energy was entangled on it, which was shocking.Jing An hurriedly wanted to stop the bleeding, but the moment he stretched out his hand, Yao Chuan suddenly brushed him away, holding a crimson blood bottle in his hand, the blood that came out jumped at his fingertips, and then quickly It was only then that Jing An realized that Yao Chuan had come to get blood.

"What are you doing?" The moment he came to his senses, Jing An quickly cast a spell to prevent Yao Chuan from putting more blood into the blood bottle. He had already lost a lot of blood after he came out, and if the endless loss continued, he would really not be able to hold on.

There was already a lot of blood in the blood bottle, but it was not enough to fill his mouth. Yao Chuan picked it up and looked at it. He wiped Jing An's ear with his wide sleeve, and turned a deaf ear to Jing An's complaint. During the moment of avoidance, there was as much blood as possible. Climbing the void, he got into Yaochuan's bottle again.

Fu Yu's face has turned blue, revealing the gray of death, Jing An can clearly feel that his heartbeat is gradually slowing down.

Yao Chuan got up and went out without even thanking him. Jing An had no time. He held Fuyu in his arms halfway, and pressed his palm on the wound. The moment he moved, it seemed that something was stepped on the sole of his foot. Jing An looked at it suspiciously. Glancing at the white jade bottle on the ground, he pulled out the cap, and the moment his nose touched the mouth of the pot, an exceptionally clear fragrance rushed to his face. Although there was nothing marked on the bottle, Jing An quickly confirmed what was in his hand. , there is some white powder in the pot, which should be used to stop bleeding.

Jing An didn't dare to use unknown medicine at random, after repeated confirmation, he tried it on the wound on his own arm before applying it on Fu Yu's wound.

The tense heart relaxed somewhat, and Fuyu's wound was healed slowly under the catalysis of the medicine. Although his complexion was still not good, the blood finally stopped, and Yao Chuan was considered a bit conscientious. Come on, I am afraid that the previously speculated matter related to Yaochuan will have to be re-argued now, and who are these ten square blades?

Xuanli never came back, the sound transmission disappeared, and Fuyu was dying, looking very bad.

Jing An was very anxious, the sky was gloomy for many days in a row, the mountain rain was on the verge of coming, and it was on top of people's heads all day long, pressing down like a mountain.

Jing An realized later, Xuan Li must have escaped, right?Then he shook his head again, he won't.

The magic palace was turned upside down, the entire blood prison was turned upside down, and the smelly blood was everywhere. A huge fox bound by chains stood in the center, confronting Xuanli.

The slender fangs were facing Xuanli's body, Xuanli was covered in blood, his own and the other's were mixed together, and even his vision was blurred.

The heavy snow that fell a few days ago has not yet melted, and no one even swept a way out. In the middle of the thick white mist, the purple fox is gloomy and terrifying, with black juice like blood remaining on the corner of its mouth. It was not long ago, Xuanli was lucky enough to witness what was left behind when Lingyi was eaten.

He originally thought that a person like Lingyi who has no body and soul would not bleed.

"Little Phoenix, since you already know that the demon god becomes a demon, why bother to ask me?" The purple fox was bound all over, but still looked leisurely and indifferent. He moved a few steps on the stone platform, leaning against A statue sat down, "What do you want me to do for you? Or, what do you want to know? Huh?"

Xuanli was injured somewhere, blood was flowing down his arm, his fingertips were ticking, it looked a little scary.

The fox turned his gaze, and suddenly hooked his finger at Xuanli, "Come here."