The Devil King reverses all beings

It was night, Heng Er and A Yu rested in the same room.

Zhou Yan still doesn't fully trust Ayu. According to his intention, of course he doesn't want the two of them to get too close, but after the evening class, Heng Er dragged Ayu into the room without saying a word. Ayu's talent and cultivation were so weak that he let go in a blink of an eye.

Heng Er's room is not big, and you can see the end at a glance. There are two bamboo chairs, a table, and a huge stone bed. There are many words of secular masters on the wall.

Zhou Yan firmly believes in subtle influence, and is determined to use this method to influence Heng Er, who is like a dog crawling in calligraphy.

There was also a whole set of pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the desk. Ayu thought silently of Heng Er's literary class in the afternoon, and a wretched smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Although I was stabbed to death by this guy in my previous life, but now I can observe his scumbag at a close distance, it is really worth it...

Ayu laughed, squinted at Heng Er, pointed at the paper on the table with her slender fingers, and laughed: "You wrote it?"

Only two words were written on the paper.

Balance two.

The character "heng" is too complicated, and the owner of the writer made up strokes one by one, taking up almost half of the paper. In some places, the ink was a mess, and it could barely make out the shape. The character "two" was too simple, and it was scratched. There is no strength of character at all, and the two sides are next to each other, showing a somewhat pitiful appearance.

In short, ugliness has reached new heights.

Heng Er didn't care about these before. Although Zhou Ba was disappointed with his handwriting, he didn't force him to make it look good, so he didn't care about it, but he didn't know what happened today. Facing Ayu's half-smiling gaze, he felt a strange feeling for the first time, which made his face turn red, the tips of his ears were almost bleeding, and he was about to put away the paper two steps forward...

How could Ah Yu make him wish?

He was closer to the desk than Heng Er, and he stretched out his hand to press Heng Er's outstretched hand, hehehe, leaning close to the boy's ear and laughing wretchedly: "Are you shy?"

"..."

Heng'er's ears were bleeding red, and he couldn't answer.

Ayu chased after him: "This word is so ugly, I have never seen it before, why don't you give it to me as a souvenir?"

The hot air he exhaled went straight into Heng Er's ears, and Heng Er stood there in a daze, only hearing him say "OK" in a gentle and clear manner, how could he judge what he said?His brain was ahead of his consciousness, and he nodded fiercely.

"Haha!" Ayu laughed, left Heng'er's ear, picked up the paper and pretended to admire it, and then put the words into the ring with a flick of his wrist.

He said again: "Since you gave me one, I have to give you one to make sense."

He coughed, made a gesture, picked up the pen and put it into the inkstone, took it out after a while, exerted force on his wrist, and wrote two large characters with the pen——

Lin Yu.

Ayu put down the pen, turned her head to look at Heng Er, and asked in a drawn out voice, "Second brother, is my writing good?"

With focused eyes, Heng Er stretched out his fingers to touch the snow-white rice paper, and the word "Lin Yu" appeared on the paper, as if dancing. Heng Er stared at it for a long time, then suddenly withdrew his hand after a long while, and nodded Nodding.

Ayu smiled, picked up the paper without mercy, and threw it into Heng Er's arms: "Then I will give it to you!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and jumped onto the bed, resting his head on the pillow, crossing his long legs, swaying once and for all, because of the angle, he half-closed his eyelids, and watched Heng Er cherish the piece of paper Fold it into a book.

Ayu smiled.

He was very interested, patted the empty seat beside him, and called Heng Er: "Come and chat with us!"

When Heng Er lay down, Ayu couldn't wait to turn around, looked at Heng Er with sparkling eyes, and asked him with a wink, "How old are you?"

"Seventeen." Heng Er also tilted his head: "What about you?"

"Ah." Speaking of age, Ayu sighed: "I'm getting old, and I'm twenty-five this year." Turning his eyes, he asked again: "Do you know the background of your master? He looks very powerful! He is so tall and looks fierce!"

Ayu knew that the movement in the room here must be heard verbatim, but he did not deliberately avoid it, and asked one question after another curiously. After more than a dozen rounds, he also figured out a little bit of the situation:

Heng Er is seventeen years old. He has been raised by Zhou Yan since he was born, and he has cultivated immortality with him. Now he has reached the stage of heart-beating. The two live alone at the foot of the mountain, and they are villagers of Yangliu Village, Chilai Town.

But in Heng Er's mouth, Zhou Ba's age is unknown, sect is unknown, cultivation level is unknown, and he doesn't know any information about Zhou Ba's identity.

In short, ask three questions.

Ayu took a look at Heng Er, and found that although the young man's face was immature, determination had begun to appear in his expression, and under the awe-inspiring righteousness, he looked a bit like 50 years later.

Ayu thought about it, stretched out his right hand to hold Heng Er's left hand, blinked and said, "Go to sleep."

The heartbeat of building the foundation has not yet completely left the scope of human beings, and the natural desires such as eating, drinking and sleeping have not completely disappeared. It was late at night, and Heng Er replied solemnly: "Okay."

I don't know how long it took, the sense of being spied on in the room dissipated, and there was a steady breathing sound from Heng Er beside him. Ayu held Heng Er's right hand and moved it, which did not arouse any reaction.

Ayu raised his eyebrows, closed his eyes, and emitted a milky white elf aura from his body, slowly guiding this pure aura to swim from his heart to his right arm, and then enter from his clasped hands with Heng Er. Heng Er's body.

The entry went smoothly, and Heng Er didn't feel any discomfort.

But maybe it was too smooth, Ayu faintly felt that something was wrong, but the power of the elves seemed to have entered his own home, and began to wander happily in Heng Er's body, shuttling through the meridians and blood vessels, and finally reached Heng Er Dantian part.

Heng Er's cultivation base is beating, and there should be a heart built by spiritual power beating in his dantian——

Yes, he does.

The huge heart also made of milky white breath was beating slowly, its face seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and like Ayu, it was sealed by some invisible force.Ayu stared at the ball of energy like seeing a ghost, until the elf power that had been separated from his body cheerfully plunged into Heng Er's dantian, and then...

Ayu could no longer feel the breath of that elf power.

Disappeared.

No more.

Like it never existed.

Ayu who was lying on the bed let go of Heng Er's hand suddenly, sat up from the bed, opened his mouth and began to pant heavily, sweat dripped from his forehead, his whole body was as pale as a ghost climbing up from the water, staring fiercely at Live in Heng Er!

how can that be!

kill him!

kill him!

The devil was circling this idea crazily in his head, his chest undulated hugely, and he stretched out his hand to strangle Heng Er's throat!

Murderous aura hovered in the small bamboo house, but the sleeping boy did not wake up, and his eyebrows were still stretched.

The Demon King gritted his teeth, but he didn't use any force.

In the dark night, Ayu slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and forced herself to withdraw her hand.

He never expected that this would be the secret that Zhou Yan had hidden for Heng Er.

Immortal Zunheng II, the Spirit of God.

No wonder... no wonder... 50 years later in that battle, he just fought against Heng Eryi, and the spiritual power in his body receded like a tide——

Can I not return it?This is simply like the mistress meeting the main palace, and the illegitimate child meeting the married child!How can a half-god, half-demon elf be worthy of being an enemy of a pure god elf?

Ayu slowly lay back on the bed.

Half of the elf in his body is pure white and half is black, but this monster, which floated out of nowhere 500 years ago, broke through a corner of the seal, turned into a little baby, grew up to 19 years old, and became a demon The master, after 500 years of transcending the catastrophe, there is no rival in the cultivation world.

The elves are the source of spiritual energy in the world, and they form a world of their own. According to legend, all the gods thousands of years ago were transformed by elves.

But even though he and Heng Er were transformed into elves, the original power in their bodies was sealed by an unknown force, and at most they could practice several times faster than humans.

And the elves in Ayu's body can't coexist peacefully because one is black and one is white, one is good and the other is evil. The demonic energy and the spiritual energy fight. It has happened seven or eight times in more than a month.

This mortal man's shell was transformed by an elf. The black and white fight is like a blender crushing his bones inch by inch, and pain can be transmitted from an extremely small blood vessel...

And what about Heng Er?

Ayu turned his head and glanced at the sleepy boy.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, Heng Er, as a pure god elf, of course would not suffer this kind of suffering.

And if Heng Er's life experience is really like this, does Zhou Ba know all this?

Elves are the origin of heaven and earth, and they accidentally take human form. The sweat dripping, the blood flowing out, and every inch of hair on their bodies are all treasures for a cultivator. Baoshan instead of guarding and stealing?

However, as an ordinary cultivator, if he dared to explore Heng Er's veins without authorization, he would have been devoured by the domineering elves long ago. How could he live to this day?

Ayu squinted his eyes and rubbed his fingers unconsciously.

Leaving aside Zhou Yan, let's just talk about Heng Er... as long as he uses it properly, the pain of physical training and the sudden loss of his cultivation that have plagued him for many years may be completely resolved.

In her previous life, Ayu didn't have this inexplicable retrogression in her cultivation, so she naturally wouldn't come to this village on a whim, so she didn't meet Heng Er, let alone know that there is another pure elf in this world.

They all come from ancient times, but their destinies are completely different.

Although both of them were sealed, Heng Er was pure by nature. Maybe because of the seal, his memory was not very good, and it was difficult for him to study, but it didn't affect his cultivation at all, and he didn't have to endure the pain of physical exercise. Later, he joined Ziyitai and became the first apprentice of the Immortal Venerable. The journey went smoothly, and he was simply the difference between black and white.

such a pity……

Ayu showed a gentle smile.