Master dismantles CP with bare hands in the human world

Jing Yuan's eyes flickered when he heard these two words, but he still listened without saying a word.

"When he told me that his name was 'Jing Tian', I laughed at him as a frog at the bottom of a well, hahahaha, you think it's funny too, hahahaha."

He laughed loudly, and the strange birds who had no time to escape saw him laugh and laughed too. For a while, all kinds of laughter echoed strangely in the wide and long tunnel.

Suddenly, the six-eared demon king rolled his eyes and glanced at Jing Yuan next to him, "Why don't you smile? Hmm?"

Jing Yuan looked indifferent: "It's not funny."

"Gah."

"thump."

A row of strange birds stopped laughing abruptly after hearing Jing Yuan's three short words, and fell directly from the top, their fat bodies constantly thumping on the ground.

The demon king stretched out his hand and scratched the messy navy blue hair on his head, but he was not angry, instead he asked in confusion: "Isn't it funny?"

He paused for a while before continuing: "Forget it, eh, what did I just say?"

Jing Yuan: "Sit in the well and watch the sky."

"Oh, yes, the Jingtian I met when I turned into a human being was so stupid that I saw someone trying to rob me on the road and rushed out to save me. I didn't know that those bandits were not enough for me. I was beaten with a stick. As for him, he even said to me complacently, 'You don't need to pay for your efforts.'”

The demon king shook his brown-black soles in a good mood, and smacked his lips, "Although he is meddling in his own business, we have accepted his favor, so we have to admit it. I always have a clear distinction between love and hate, and I don't like procrastination." I was in arrears, so I gave him a spell, and told him to recite the spell when he was in trouble, and I would show up to help. I don’t know that it’s been so long, and the spell hasn’t worked.”

Then, he sat up and sat cross-legged on the ground, staring at the little man in white with his big blue eyes open, and asked, "The smell of blood on your body is very similar to that fool, what is the relationship between you two?" ?”

Jing Yuan lowered his eyes, and replied indifferently, "My great-great-grandfather's name was Jing Tian."

The Six-Eared Demon King scratched his head, "Great-great-grandfather? Then he must be dead..."

"...It's been a long time since I passed away."

"Oh, your human race's lifespan is short, and you died so quickly that you couldn't even find your soul. Then, what about that spell? Did he tell you?"

"No."

The six-eared demon king wrinkled his whole face when he heard the words, scratching his ears and scratching his cheeks, and complained, "It's boring, it's really boring."

After a long while, he said in an annoyed voice, "Since he is dead and you are his descendant, then return his love to you, so that I won't have to go to hell to find my soul again."

Afterwards, white light flashed at his fingertips, and a large iron book with a pitch-black cover and imprints of mountains of corpses and seas of blood suddenly appeared in front of Jing Yuan.

Jing Yuan looked at him inexplicably, without any emotion in his voice, he said indifferently: "What is it?"

The demon king casually fished a live creature from the river, stuffed it in his mouth, chewed it twice, swallowed it, and then said: "I think you are a cultivator, I am also There are no Dao books, just the "Supreme Magic Book", which records all the ancient and powerful magic skills of the demon clan, anyway, this book is given to you, you can practice it or not."

Jing Yuan pursed his lips, looking at the big iron book in front of him with complicated eyes.

The demon king swallowed the "fish" into his stomach, wiped the "fish blood" from the corner of his mouth, and said: "However, if you want to practice this "Supreme Demon Book", you have to cut the tendons and wash the marrow to reborn. Completely abolish this body of cultivation, and the spiritual power and flow that you have cultivated before cannot remain, or the collision of two diametrically opposed spiritual flows in your body will make your little body explode into a ball of mud."

Jing Yuan's eyes were deep, and his voice was unusually calm, "If I practice magic, how much better than I am now?"

The demon king tilted his head, counted with his fingers, and laughed loudly: "If you can really learn this "Supreme Demon Book", I am afraid that even the monsters in the world of humans and demons, including this ancient wasteland, will not be your opponents. Of course, Except me."

Jing Yuan took the floating iron book with both hands, obviously he had made his choice.

The demon king stretched out his little finger to pick at his ears, and said indifferently, "Young man Huangkou, do you really want to cultivate demons? Don't blame me for not reminding you, cutting the tendons and washing the marrow is equivalent to crushing the bones of your whole body. The practice of pumping out all the strength, because there are many people who can't hold on and die, do you think you will be the lucky one?"

Jing Yuan gritted his teeth, and said in a very serious tone, "I must be!"

He will not die, he must not die here.

He is getting stronger!

He wants to protect Master!

He must get stronger!

The demon king saw his serious expression, but he was obviously not interested in his reason for wanting to become stronger, so he asked again, "But, why are you here in the Eternal Wasteland?"

"I'm looking for someone."

The demon king seemed to have heard something funny, he laughed and said: "This is the first time I heard that people came to the Eternal Wasteland to find people. It has been a long time since human beings have come to the Eternal Wasteland. The body of the person you are looking for must have been buried long ago." Into the yellow sand."

Jing Yuan keenly caught the information in his words, took a step forward, and asked eagerly, "Has no one been here recently?"

"There's no one else but you."

"How can you be sure there's no one else?"

"My ears are not for display. I will know immediately even if there is a slight disturbance in this Eternal Wasteland, let alone a person coming."

Master, are you not here?

Where is the master?

Jing Yuan was anxiously thinking about everything on the cliff in his heart. In that case, what would Master do?Where will he go?

The Six-Eared Demon King stood up with one hand on the ground, and walked along the upper reaches of the river, "Little Huangkou, come with me, I will find you a place to practice, or I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to cut your tendons and wash your marrow." In the process, it will be torn apart by the monsters here."

Jing Yuan watched his back and was silent for a while, then stepped up to follow.

The Six-Eared Demon King took him to a cave carved out of ice. The cave was inlaid with agate crystals everywhere. The colorful crystals emitted a faint cold light. Compared with the temperature outside, the temperature inside the cave was completely different.

The demon king pushed Jing Yuan in and drove something into his body. Then he drew a white circle on the entrance of the cave with his fingertips to lock him in. This barrier is a dead zone. While the people inside cannot get out, the people outside cannot get in either.

Jing Yuan's whole body was like being scorched by a raging fire. The severe burning pain made his forehead sweat continuously. He knelt down on one knee, and big drops of sweat slid from the corner of his forehead. He was gasping for breath, His eyes were red, and he stared fiercely at the six-eared demon king through this layer of enchantment, his voice was trembling, "What did you hit in my body!"

The six-eared demon king scratched his hair, squinted his eyes and yawned, and said: "That's my inner alchemy. I know that my time is coming, so instead of this inner alchemy being used by those little monsters after I die , it's better to take a gamble and keep the inner alchemy on you. If you can not only fuse the inner alchemy but also cultivate the magic power alive, I will win the bet.

If you can't survive and die, the inner alchemy will dissipate with you at most, but, hahaha, my inner alchemy is strong and domineering, maybe you won't be able to integrate at all. Neidan counterattacked and died against the flow of Qi and blood. "

Seeing Jing Yuan's very ugly face, the demon king turned around and sat down cross-legged, with his back against the ice wall outside the cave, squinting his eyes and planning to go to sleep. Integrating my inner alchemy and practicing this "Supreme Demonic Book" is no problem if you want to make rapid progress..."

As he spoke, his head nodded, and he fell asleep completely after a while.

Jing Yuan was in unbearable pain, curled up on the ground, the scorching breath he exhaled was quickly liquefied in this abnormally cold cave, and dissipated in the air.

His dark eyes were gradually congested with pain, and the sound of bones breaking could be heard clearly. It was as if his whole body had been thrown into the hot magma, which made him bloody and bloody. He carried it with red eyes and gritted his teeth. , carry it over!Be sure to carry it over!

This ubiquitous dull pain in all limbs and bones made him convulse/twitch uncontrollably, his face was pale, and when the huge pain of being torn deep in his soul hit, he finally couldn't bear to cry out in pain.

He kept rolling and screaming on the ground, blood kept overflowing from his lips, and even blood beads started to appear on his body.

His eyes were slack, his pupils were all gray, everything in front of his eyes was blurred, and then the world began to become pitch black...

Master, it hurts...

Memories of the past are like flying around, and the broken fragments are replayed one after another in his mind about to go into shock——

Parents died tragically, bullied, forced to wander in childhood...

Kunlun crossing the catastrophe implicates the master...

Then there are many things that have happened with Master during this period of time...

And Master's last ruthless words that hurt his heart, "I was only curious about you for a while, I'm sorry, I made you take it seriously."

In the end, all the fragmented scenes stayed at the master's determination to abolish his cultivation and turn around and jump into the eternal wasteland.

Master, I'm sorry... I'm useless, I clearly promised to protect you...

Master, don't leave me...

You can't leave me!

I will never allow you to leave me!

you can't run!

you are mine!

Life after life is mine! !

Jing Yuan passed out completely, and then the severe and unbearable pain made him wake up again.

He was constantly tormenting in the mire of pain, enduring waves of pain that tore flesh and soul over and over again, his eyes turned black, his screams made people shudder, he was sweating profusely, The clothes on his body were soaked with sweat and blood, and he fell into a pool of blood, not knowing whether he was alive or dead...

Time is lifeless, it will only move forward relentlessly, it will not wait, it will not sprint, it will only follow the monotonous pace given to it by the law, and it will go forward indomitably.

During this ruthless time, the sandstorms in the Eternal Wasteland started and stopped, stopped and started again.

Some monsters competed for territory and killed each other. This monster swallowed that monster, and then this monster was swallowed by other monsters.The drama of the jungle being preyed on by the jungle is being performed unremittingly every day.

And the sun rising in the east and the moon slanting in the west are also secretly rotating.

After an unknown amount of time, a man in a cave dug out of ice slowly raised his slender and beautiful hand with well-defined joints, slightly bent his five fingers, and instantly crushed the barrier that imprisoned him to pieces.

Jing Yuan's white clothes had already been stained red with blood, his face was cold and pale, his expression was seven parts indifferent and three parts cold, his dark red pupils had a strange red glow, and there was bloodthirsty and crazy cruelty inside.

At his feet, a little Pixiu with black and purple hair, a thin body, and crooked walking is staring curiously at the world with its big round eyes.

[The author has something to say: blackened, blackened]