Mozun is a love brain

Wen Chuji quickly replied to Mozun. In order to show his friendliness and consideration, he deliberately set the location at Kunlun Mountain, which is close to the Demon Realm, instead of his base camp.

He sat cross-legged at the core of the Kunlun formation buried deep in the ground, feeling the magic breath so strong that even the spirits of the mountains were terrified, slowly approaching his trap.

He must have noticed it.

His already broken heart beat violently because of the long-lost pleasure of revenge.

The invisible Kunlun sect, the bloody smell so strong that the devil instinctively feels comfortable, the fairy head that can't be found everywhere...

After he imprisoned the Kunlun disciples, he accidentally learned something.

The reason why Kunlun has survived for thousands of years is because the entire sect has been sucking luck stolen from someone for thousands of years.

He sneaked into the leylines and found this grand formation that was pretending to be prosperous.

What maintains this formation is a ray of soul that has long been dilapidated.

Its owner should have been a half-step ascension cultivator who failed to survive the thunder disaster.His breath was filled with the smell of law that made him feel familiar.

He has a brilliant idea.

He decided to mobilize this large formation and use the power of law on the remnant soul to kill the demon.

Of course, in order to maximize the power of this formation, he specifically cleaned up those blood-sucking worms.

Only if there is an evil thought of plunder in the heart, will it resonate with this formation, and then accept its offerings.

After forcibly subduing the formation, he followed that connection and almost slaughtered the entire mountain.

If one day, this wisp of remnant soul in the formation dissipates completely, what will happen to them who have long been accustomed to supplying it?Do you reflect on the evil deeds of your ancestors and yourself, or start looking for the next victim?

It's just a devil's den.

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, and he opened his eyes suddenly, only to find that there was another person in front of him.

The white-haired boy looked as usual, as if he just wandered here casually.

He frowned, and said coldly:

"What are you doing here?"

This white-haired boy was discovered by accident after he killed the old man Tianji.

His body comes from a Kunlun disciple, but he himself is a demon cultivator who can only survive by seizing his home.

He claimed that he was defeated in the battle for the position of the Demon Lord, and had to change his shell. Before he could integrate well, he was caught by him. This white hair is one of the sequelae.

He claimed that he was willing to help him deal with the demon to avenge his death.

Although Wen Chuji didn't believe his nonsense at all, in order to kill the demon as soon as possible, he still spared no effort to squeeze out the use value of this person.

Now it seems that it is still too aggressive...

The white-haired boy said:

"Don't worry, Sect Master Wen, I'm here to help you. Demon Lord has already completed himself with the spirit stripped from Hei Tiandao, and this alone can't kill him now."

He pointed to the jade pendant hanging on Wen Chuji's waist.

"If you want to kill the complete Heavenly Demon, you still need a little help from it."

Hearing what he said, Wen Chuji was in a trance for a while, and unconsciously reached out to touch the blood jade, but stopped halfway.

The white-haired boy was not annoyed when he saw it, and smiled lightly:

"I woke up quite quickly, but I'm sorry, I can't help you now."

The blood jade suddenly shattered, and the golden light locked inside rushed out, rushing towards Wen Chuji.

Wen Chuji backed away in shock, but still let it wrap around and slip into the spiritual vein.

Memories flooded him like a flood.

After a long time, he opened his eyes, and when he saw the white-haired boy, his expression turned from bewildered to angry.

"It's you!"

The white-haired boy clapped his hands and laughed, blushing with excitement:

"Finally think of me? Great, great, great! I want to see your shit-eating expression again in my dreams! This is the only thing you are better than your brother!"

Wen Chuji sacrificed his natal sword without hesitation, and stabbed at the white-haired boy with ten successes, but when the white-haired boy raised his hand, the formation under his feet instantly turned against him, and the invisible pressure bound him tightly. in place.

"Don't get excited, let me appreciate your ugly face. I haven't seen the face at that time for too long. Of course, I will give you something in return and tell you about my past years."

He put down his hands and walked leisurely.

"Let me see where to start. Let's start with your brother, your brother, he's really—nice!"

"At the beginning, I estimated that I would take a ray of soul and use it for thousands of years. After the soul dissipated, he would probably be reincarnated, and then I would take some more and continue to use it."

He smiled at Shang Wen Chuji's increasingly dark face, and pointed at the remnant soul in his eyes.

"But I didn't expect it. When he really reincarnated, this strand of soul has not been exhausted. He is really..."

He stopped, and raised his hand to touch his face in disbelief.

Wen Chuji just bit the tip of his tongue to force blood out, just to ignore the barrier of the formation and spit out... blood?

"Okay, very good...Since that's the case, don't blame me for being rude."

He commanded the formation to seal Wen Chuji's mouth, squinted his eyes, and continued:

"Do you know why I've worked so hard and done so much, just for 'Fukuzawa Zongmen'? I'll tell you.

The so-called son of luck is actually a person who was born by the luck of heaven and undertakes the mission of opening a new era.

The last son of luck ended the ancient times where monsters were rampant, and the human race has since become the master of this land.

But for tens of thousands of years, the spiritual energy has become thinner and more difficult to ascend, so I guess Wen Chuxue's mission is to break open the gate of heaven and end the age of doom. "

"Maybe after that, I can use his light to ascend and see the scenery beyond this world. But what's the point of that... So many people have done it. I want something different."

"I want to become a god."

"Since the son of luck is born powerful, can I think this way? Could the so-called gods of Pangu Nuwa be born powerful at first, and later possess the 'godhead' because of the merits of creating the world and mending the sky and creating man?" .”

With a complicated look on his face, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Over the years, I have helped countless monks who had no chance to ascend to the Tao, but I forgot one thing."

"Although the previous Son of Destiny has completed his merits and virtues long ago, he still needs a 'Heavenly Demon' to complete his Dao Heart and complete the last bit of Godhead for him."

"His path is too steep, unlike Wen Chuxue who has previous experience as a reference.

He used the most extreme method to drag all the evil spirits into hell, facing death, but he did not want to be resurrected.

The resentment that has been buried for thousands of years needs to be vented, a vicious demon king, or... the next god. "

"Wen Chuxue couldn't ascend to the sky. The last child of luck would return to the human world when the gate of heaven opened because of jealousy, and then completely destroy him. But I rewrote his fate by accident, and thus became his... …alternatives.

He will find me sooner or later..."

He closed his eyes and gave a bloody smile:

"Everything is over for me. But it's okay, I can still make you suffer more than me!"

"My grandson is actually not a vicious villain, at least the prophecy he gave you is true, but I changed something out of selfishness."

"Because of his incomplete soul, he will affect his sanity, and after killing his relatives by mistake, he will throw himself into the Ten Thousand Devils Cave to seek relief.

Then he will liberate the last child of luck, and as a thank you, the soul that will split him will be distributed to him to complement himself.

Ah, I'm done talking about him. "

Seeing Wen Chuji's expression of extreme shock for a moment, he laughed maniacally.

"That's right! It's not the devil outside that will bring catastrophe to the world, but you!"

Wen Chuji forcibly broke through the seal of the formation, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"He is...Axue...my brother..."

"I took him away back then, but didn't kill him, just to watch today's good show.

You chased him for thousands of years, but in the end you hurt him the most.

Good brother, he could have been happy, but you ruined him with your own hands! "

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of strong light burst out from the entire formation, and the remnant soul only struggled for a while before being completely absorbed by the formation and dissipated into the heaven and earth, and then turned into the sharpest blade to bite back at its owner.

"Hit, your plan is perfect. Go and say goodbye to your brother."

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Wen Chuji staggered and ran on the snow.

Even in his previous life, when he watched his lover fly away and confirmed that his younger brother was really murdered by others, he was never as desperate as he is now.

At that time, he could still feel his heart ache.

Unlike now, his heart seems to have been cut off, only when the cold wind blows, the surroundings will feel empty and hurt.

Finally, he saw the dying demon.

The demon curled up in a pool of blood, half-raised its eyes and looked weakly into the distance.

At this time, Wen Chuji suddenly discovered that the devil he stubbornly felt deserved to die, curled up in pain on the verge of life and death, was exactly the same as his sleeping brother curled up into a ball...

He froze in place, and the warm memories of the past emerged in front of his eyes one after another.

Two lines of hot tears fell silently, Cui Suchen raised his eyes to look at him with difficulty, with a little surprise in his eyes.

After a long time, he said hoarsely:

"I got married a few days ago, my Taoist partner...forget it, it can't be compared with other people's family, naive, self-willed, mean and jealous..."

As he said this, a faint smile still appeared on the corner of his lips.

"I have always spoiled him, and never really went against his will.

But this time, I promised him to go back earlier. "

With water in his eyes, he choked up and said:

"Can you please give me a ride?"

Wen Chuji was speechless, stepped forward to carry him on his back, and walked step by step in the direction of Demon Realm.

When he crossed the border, the black demon army was waiting in formation, and the arrows shining with cold light were all aimed at him.

But not one of them let go of the bowstring even half an inch.

He is the immortal head of the righteous way.

But he carried the dying Mozun on his back.

The demon will die.

What this means is clear to everyone.

But now, a voice echoed in their hearts:

let him go home.

Wen Chuji carried Cui Suchen on his back to the magic palace without incident.

In front is the vermilion city wall that grows on the snow, and on the wall are the forbidden soldiers and traitors who got the news and mutinied.

Wen Chuji put Cui Suchen down and supported him to sit against the wall.

He looked at him carefully for a long time in silence, raised his sword, stood up, and said lightly:

"I'll go."

Countless black shadows jumped onto the palace road covered with fine snow.

Under the white snow and red wall, Wen Chuji drew his sword to meet him.

Almost the top masters of the entire Demon Realm gathered together, showing their ferocity in front of the old master who has not yet returned, and each showed their edge.

The stronger the demon, the harder it is to tame.

They usually submit to him only because he is a heavenly demon and he is the strongest in the world.

The demon army outside still has a little compassion for the old master.

But in front of these guys, as long as he shows even a little timidity, he is nothing.

Countless times, someone wanted to take Wen Chuji's head off first while he was unprepared, but he cut it off with a single sword.

Wen Chuji firmly protected him behind him, not even a drop of blood splashed in front of him.

As if he wanted to make up for some regret, he used his thin back to block all the malice towards him.

Finally, Wen Chuji dragged his sword and stood in front of him.

"I'm all right, come up. I'll take you home."

The sword fell into the snow, Wen Chuji shook it, but didn't pick it up, just carried him on his back, and let out a long breath:

"Hurry up."

Cui Suchen no longer had the strength to grab him, he couldn't even raise his head, he could only put half of his face on Wen Chuji's bleeding back, feeling the loss of his own body temperature.

He slowly closed his eyes, but the surrounding scenery was clearly reproduced in his mind.

He has walked this road countless times...with Dial King.

But at that time, I didn't know if he was still healthy and could finish walking soon.

When did the road get so long?

Why is this road so long...

Wen Chuji paused suddenly.

He turned his head at an extremely slow speed, and then put down his cold brother and hugged him in his arms.

After a long time, a smile slowly appeared on his lost anger face:

"Axue rested really early today, it's okay, brother is here too."

……

……

……

Is it over?

Did you forget something?

what else?

What else, forgot... what...

Why cry, why don't you go back.

Go home... go back... go back!

Inside the palace walls, Dial Jing sat on the steps in front of the hall with his knees hugged.

He killed "several" people today.

If Cui Suchen found out, he would probably be unhappy.

But he said he would come back, and he said he would be back soon.

What if those nasty people took him away and he came back to find he wasn't here?

Now he is not worried that Cui Suchen will abandon him, but he is afraid that he will not find him.

If he came back and found that he wasn't here, would he be so anxious to cry?

So he's going to wait here for him, no matter what happens, he's going to...

"... Su Chen?"

"Su Chen!"

He rushed forward and hugged him as usual, but this time Cui Suchen couldn't hold back, and was directly crushed to the ground by him.

Dial King didn't expect it to turn out like this, and fumbled around him in a panic:

"Suchen, what's wrong with you? Does it hurt?"

Cui Suchen rubbed his head, asked him to help him stand up, walked slowly to the steps and sat down.

"It's okay, I don't know what's wrong today, I don't have much strength in my body."

He leaned weakly in the arms of Sundial King, his white clothes were not stained with lead dust, and his face was as white as snow.

"I almost couldn't walk back. Fortunately, I remembered that you were still waiting for me here."

Dioming held him tighter, but his voice was unusually cold:

"Why are you coming back?"

Cui Suchen was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile:

"Because I told you. No matter what happens, no matter where you are..."

He cupped his face.

Past life and present life, past and present, two pictures overlap at this moment.

"I will come back to you."

……

"what?"

He suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Dial Jing looked down at him, and in his eyes was the tenderness that had been precipitated by time during the long separation.

"Although I know you don't remember me anymore, I was really, really happy when I heard you say this at that time."

Cui Suchen grabbed Sundial by the collar and said eagerly:

"I, am I?"

He smiled and said:

"You are my Taoist companion, the love of my soul, my Suchen."

The surrounding scene slowly faded in the fluctuating state of his mind, revealing its original appearance, a shimmering starry sky, the sea of ​​his consciousness.

Cui Suchen was a little dazed at first, then gradually calmed down, buried his face on Dijing's shoulder and gasped lightly.

"Sorry, I still couldn't go back in the end."

"It's okay, that's not important anymore. There are still some later, rare opportunities, let's read them together."

Dial King waved his hand in the air, and the starry sky changed again.

A somewhat familiar figure appeared.

That was Mu Xian who looked bigger, the master of the two brothers.

When he saw a person, he rushed to stop him, and kept repeating a sentence:

"Do you know where Wen Chuji is?"

Cui Suchen tugged at the person beside him in some surprise:

"Didn't Master have been ascended long ago? So many ascended people have never returned before, how could he suddenly be able to hide from the lower realm of heaven?"

Sundial King replied:

"I helped him, let's continue watching."

After everyone heard that name, there would be a look of horror on their faces, and then they would avoid him.

Mu Xian couldn't find it anywhere in the realm of comprehension, so he had no choice but to go to the Demon Realm with the mentality of giving it a try.

When he reached the border, he stopped.

There is no living person in front.

The crack originally buried in the deepest part of the Demon Realm has spread, and now it has engulfed the entire Demon Realm, and is still slowly extending outward.

This time, he finally found out something about the gap in the small town on the border.

100 years ago, the Immortal Head of the Righteous Path severely wounded the Mozun who came to seek peace in Kunlun.

But after that, he returned to the Demon Realm with the dying demon on his back, and killed himself in front of the demon's corpse after destroying the rebels.

After that, "Tian Dao" appeared.

He was angry for some reason, lifted the barrier between the Ten Thousand Devils' Nest and the human world, and allowed the abyss to completely swallow the land.

Most people believed that he was angry because Wen Chuji preempted and killed his prey without permission.

But Mu Xian noticed that there was a rumor that was almost forgotten by time, that he was the Taoist partner who formed a soul contract with the Demon Lord before his death.

And he is not the real way of heaven.

Mu Xian could feel that the true will of heaven was trying to resist his madness.

It was also because of this that Mu Xian himself was able to take the opportunity to sneak into the lower realms.

Following the voice in his heart, he went deep into the center of the Ten Thousand Devils Cave, where he saw Hei Tiandao who had been waiting for a long time.

He grabbed a white-haired boy who had long been insane in fear from the crack in space, and said beyond doubt:

"I want to restart reincarnation, the materials have been prepared, but I have to hold back the way of heaven and suppress my own divinity, so I need a helper."

The sundial scene scratched a few times in the void.

"You have to read the next paragraph, I'm afraid you..."

He paused briefly, and said stiffly:

"I cried in fright."

Cui Suchen: ...

He didn't know how to pick it up, so he rubbed his forehead and complained:

"Why are you so...can't talk now? That mouth used to be so good at coaxing."

Dial King was silent for a long time, and then he smiled wryly and said:

"Probably because it's been too long since I lost you. I almost forgot what I was like when I was with you, and I even became embarrassed to speak."

Cui Suchen covered her face:

"I was wrong, you are quite good at talking, I already want to dig a hole and bury myself now."

Mu Xian agreed to this cooperation.

Time went back to more than 200 years ago, and Dial King entered the center of Wanmo Cave to sleep and recover his strength.

Mu Xian shrunk his stature to catch up with Emperor Taixuanzong's five-year opening to accept disciples.

Cui Suchen watched Wen Chuji accept Master as his apprentice, Master was a bit repulsive at first, but later he let go after getting used to it, calling "Master" one by one more diligently than Wen Chuji was back then.Even when he was not mentioned to others in front of Wen Chuji, he was full of "my master".

He couldn't bear to look straight away and turned his face away:

"Forget it, let's dance this too, I can't stand it anymore."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and took a look, just in time to see the scene where he was about to beat Mu Xian and run all over the mountain, and urged:

"Hurry up, jump up!"

Dial Jing flashed through that memory with a smile, Cui Suchen heaved a sigh of relief, and said depressedly:

"Master, why did you become like this? Can Wen Chuji's lack of heart be contagious?"

"But when did Wen Chuji remember what happened before? Why didn't he recognize Master?"

Sundial King replied:

"Remembering slowly.

The first time he met you in the secret realm, he only knew that he and you were brothers in the previous life.Later, when he broke up with his father, he remembered that you were also his younger brother in this life.Afterwards, the old man who planned to kill Tianji almost remembered it. "

"As for why he can't recognize his master, it's because I don't want to."

He folded his hands and said coolly:

"His younger brother hasn't recognized his Taoist companion yet, so why let him catch up? Unless his younger brother is genuinely moved, he will never be able to recognize his good master in his life."

Cui Suchen was stunned by his sour words, feeling a little helpless and a little happy.

Seeing him like this, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, he stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around him, and said softly:

"He recognizes it now, how about you?"

Cui Suchen's face was burned, he hugged him back, and buried his face tightly.

"I recognize it, I recognize it, it's you, okay."

Dial Jing chuckled and rubbed against his head:

"Mu Xian and I indulged Wen Chuji's revenge out of selfishness, but we didn't expect that we almost killed the two of you.

But fortunately, I found you. I am no longer the idiot who just sits and waits for you. "

He signed Cui Suchen's hand, his eyes were gentle and focused, full of affection that could not be erased by time.

"Wake up, let's go home."

In the present world, Mu Xian, who had been guarding Cui Suchen's side all the time, was shocked suddenly. Wen Chuji who was outside also noticed something, hurried in, and met a pair of sleepy eyes.

"Master."

The man who woke up slowly on the bed first turned to Mu Xian and called Mu Xian, then smiled at the man staying at the door, and said softly:

"elder brother."