Master, he is too difficult

The demon world is always dark, and the red moon hangs in the sky all the time.

Even in the daytime, the red light is better, as if everything is shrouded in blood mist.

At this moment, the sky was getting late, and the surrounding area was even darker. The mountains behind the Lingshi Palace could only be seen as outlines, like blood scabs that had solidified in the night of blood.

Lin Qingran was pulling weeds in the back hill.

All of a sudden, he felt a powerful aura of coercion coming towards him.

Lin Qingran's heart tightened, and before he had time to think about it, he immediately gathered the slight breath of the original body's Qi refining period.

This kind of thing is almost impossible for other cultivators. After all, their primordial spirits will match their bodies. It is difficult for a powerful primordial spirit to suppress the powerful body aura, and it can leak out more or less.Therefore, this kind of restraint and pretending to be a low-level monk can only be deceived by practitioners who are lower than oneself, but it is difficult to deceive higher-level monks.

But Lin Qingran was different.

He has the Yuanshen of the Nascent Soul Stage, and can easily suppress the breath of the body in the Qi Refining Stage.As long as he is willing, he can even suppress it like a small beast with undeveloped spiritual intelligence, not only low-level monks can't find it, but also high-level monks can't find it.

For other monks, what is almost impossible is easy for him.

At this moment, Lin Qingran suppressed his breath and quickly hid in the grass.

The huge coercive air is getting closer and closer.

Lin Qingran thought that some large monster was coming, so she didn't dare to use her spiritual sense to check, so she could only secretly raise her head and look with her naked eyes.

But in the distance, the bushes taller than people swayed, and a black figure appeared from the bushes.

The figure was wearing a black robe, with no decorations on the whole body, only the golden cloud pattern on the sleeves at the neckline, which gave off a faint light.

This light illuminated his face.

As if white jade floated out of the water, it is better than Manjusawa blooming.

His eyes are extremely quiet, as if carrying tens of thousands of years of time; his brows are slightly frowned, and there is a lazy smile on the corner of his mouth. At this moment, everything in the world is eclipsed.

This is - Mo Linyuan!

Lin Qingran never expected that the person who came was Mo Linyuan.

His heart constricted suddenly, and he didn't even dare to breathe out. He wanted to lower his head, but he couldn't help but look at him secretly from behind the bushes.

I haven't seen him for so many years, he lived, okay?

But Mo Linyuan stopped there, casually leaning on a big rock in the back mountain, resting his head on his hands, looking at the sky under the moonlight.

Time is silent at this moment, and there is no wind at all.

Mo Linyuan maintained this posture for a long, long time.

Lin Qingran also watched intently.

For a long time, Lin Qingran felt that he seemed to be wrong, but he saw a tear falling from the corner of Mo Linyuan's eye.

But he was smiling, with a hint of bitterness in his smile.

His voice was very low, but maybe it was because there was no one around, and he didn't deliberately hide anything.

He just murmured in a low voice: "Master, I just listened to your words... I didn't kill people indiscriminately..."

The low murmur reached Lin Qingran's ears, and he almost thought he was recognized by Mo Linyuan, and almost got up and walked in front of him.

But Mo Linyuan took out a palm-sized crystal coffin from his bosom, taking care of himself.

A wave of devilish energy struck the crystal coffin, which was enlarged several times and lay quietly beside him.

Inside the crystal coffin, lay the corpse of Lin Qingran.

The face of the corpse was pale, and he was still wearing the same white clothes as before, but the blood on his chest had been cleaned up.It was just a lifeless and soulless body, and it was only supported by the devil energy so that it could not rot into bones.

Such a corpse, in Lin Qingran's own opinion, was a little scary, a little...too ugly.

Mo Linyuan didn't notice it at all, he just stared blankly at the crystal coffin, his face was like sleepwalking, he was reluctant to leave.

"Master..."

The voice is lingering and sentimental, with infinite tenderness, as if calling for the most precious thing in the world in a low voice.

"Master, I have listened to your words and cultivated hard. Now I have completely merged with the dragon body..."

"Master, it was only after I returned to the Demon Realm that day that I fully realized your painstaking efforts..."

"If you hadn't kept the devilish energy in me back then, I might have died at the hands of the rebels... But I listened to you, I didn't kill people indiscriminately, I just killed the mastermind, and I pardoned the rest..."

"Master, I know, you want me to be well, so I... never torture myself. I know you want me to think more about things. Before I do everything, I have to think twice..."

"Master...but why can't you open your eyes and look at me."

"Look at me, look at me now: I am now in the Demon Realm, and everyone respects me... I have never slackened in my cultivation, and I have reached the realm of magic and martial arts..."

"But Master...you will never come back..."

"Master, I miss you so much... This disciple misses you so much..."

Whispering in a low voice, she gradually broke down in sobs.

Tears slipped from the corners of Mo Linyuan's eyes, and there were two tear streaks on his beautiful face.

He couldn't help holding on to the crystal coffin, holding the corpse that would never speak through the coffin, and burst into tears.

He was already the Lord of the Demon Realm that everyone feared, but at this moment he felt sad and sad like a helpless child.

The sound of mourning reached Lin Qingran's ears, which shocked him extremely.

Lin Qingran originally thought that Mo Linyuan would be sad for at most three months before he would gradually forget about it.

Unexpectedly, it has been three years now, and he is still so sad.

Lin Qingran unconsciously wanted to get up, to walk in front of him, to wipe the tears off his cheeks.

But he only trembled his fingers slightly, but suddenly heard a sharp shout: "Who!"

Lin Qingran's heart skipped a beat, feeling bad.

Intense and fierce demonic energy has already hit this side.

In an instant, the trees, weeds, and rocks around him all flew into the air and scattered in all directions.

In an open space, he was the only one lying on the ground, without any cover.

Mo Linyuan's voice sounded in his head, compared to the affectionate and gentle face he faced with the crystal coffin just now, Mo Linyuan's voice at this moment is cold and ruthless: "You?! Who is it!"

Lin Qingran lay on the ground, unable to move at all.

Mo Linyuan's practice was exactly as he said, he did not slacken in his practice.

So at this moment, when his aura was fully opened, Lin Qingran had only a mere body in the Qi refining stage, and couldn't bear it at all. He was suppressed and lying on the ground, unable to move.

Even the Yuanshen who had the Nascent Soul stage was shocked by this coercion and shrank into a ball.

This is—a reaction that is difficult to control in the face of the oppression of the strong.

Lin Qingran wanted to open his mouth to reveal his identity, but he opened his mouth several times, only to find that under the pressure of Mo Linyuan, his throat was so tight that he couldn't speak at all.

But there was no need for him to open his mouth, Mo Linyuan only took a glance and recognized the identity of this little cultivator - another stand-in!

Mo Linyuan snorted coldly: "Are you peeking at me here?"

"No...no..." Lin Qingran said. Although he was flustered, he didn't stutter. ,

It's just because this body - the body of a little monk in the Qi refining period, couldn't bear the Ling Ran anger of the Demon King of the Demon Martial Realm at all, so he could only stutter honestly.

"You still dare to lie?" Mo Linyuan's heart was full of killing spirit, he said sharply, "Why hide the breath?"

Lin Qingran only felt that all the bones in his body were aching from the wind of steel brutality, and it was difficult to speak.

Mo Linyuan had already put away the crystal coffin, and he raised one hand, wanting to destroy this little monk who dared to peek at him here.

But at this moment, a panicked voice came hastily: "Honorable Lord, calm down...Honorable Lord, calm down!"

It's Boss Hyena!

He noticed the movement here and ran over in a panic.

Manager Li doesn't really care that much about Lin Shiyi's life or death.But he was very scared: Lin Shiyi had already been discovered, if he didn't explain to smooth things over, the Demon Emperor might get angry, then it would not be as simple as detaining him a year of magic spar.

Manager Li rushed to the front, and what he saw was Mo Linyuan's angry face, and the unlucky little monk standing on the ground, trembling with fright, he didn't even dare to lift his head.

He quickly ran and knelt down with a plop, and kowtowed his head to explain: "My lord, please calm down. This is the little sword cultivator who was sent to the backyard to pull weeds. He probably didn't know what happened in the front yard, so he offended the lord. Please also respect me Lord spare his life."

While speaking, Chief Lie was thinking in his mind: If the Demon Emperor could even let this little monk go, then he himself, the Chief Devil, would not be too miserable.

Mo Linyuan was not so easy to fool, he glanced coldly at Manager Li, and then at the back mountain.

"Pull the weeds? He is a little monk in the Qi refining stage, and he alone pulled out so many wild magic grasses in the back mountain?" Who are you kidding, maybe a more powerful monster will come and die.

Manager Li had no choice but to explain: "It's... because he was pushed out by his companions, so...so he was dispatched here to pull weeds."

Mo Linyuan sneered: "He is obviously a monk in the Qi refining period, but he pretends to be a little beast who has not yet developed his wisdom. If it is not for ulterior motives, why did you hide your breath when you saw me coming?"

Manager Li hurriedly kicked Lin Qingran to signal him to speak.

Although Lin Qingran didn't know what happened in the front yard, judging from Mo Linyuan's current attitude towards him, he also understood that he didn't like her substitute very much.

So he moved out the old interface again: "I... don't know why, I feel a little uncomfortable, and I passed out after pulling it out..."

Mo Linyuan snorted coldly, grasping in the air with his hands, and Lin Qingran's arm was lifted up by a powerful and irresistible force.

The strong devilish energy entered his body without warning, piercing through his limbs, making him moan.

Manager Li hurriedly said: "He is indeed unwell. He was originally arranged to irrigate Manshushahua, just to do the same job as that dead-and-forth substitute just now, but he suddenly felt unwell...so he was assigned here... "

Mo Linyuan withdrew his hand, took back the demonic energy into his body, and nodded: "It's the demon pill from the demon realm! You are a small sword cultivator in the Qi refining period. After eating this demon pill, you just fell into a coma and didn't die. You are considered lucky." !"

No wonder I made a mistake just now, thinking it was a little beast that didn't realize its wisdom, but it turned out that this little monk's life was hanging by a thread, unconscious.

Mo Linyuan was too lazy to say anything to them, he just waved his hand: "Go!"

Manager Li was overjoyed, he grabbed Lin Qingran and was about to go out, but was suddenly stopped: "Wait!"

Lin Qingran's feet froze.

Mo Linyuan hesitated for a moment, then said, "Did you hear any strange sounds while you were in a coma?"

Lin Qingran knew that Mo Linyuan was asking himself if he had seen him sneaking to the back mountain, holding the crystal coffin and crying helplessly.

Lin Qingran bowed and bowed her head: "I only know that I bumped into the Lord just after waking up. As for the period of coma... I don't know what happened, let alone heard any sound."

Mo Linyuan nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

He had long since given up on killing people, and just waved his hand and let the two of them leave.

After being disturbed by this little monk, Mo Linyuan's grief dissipated a lot, and he didn't have the heart to stay in the back mountain anymore.

He planned to return to the magic palace, but suddenly saw the back of the little monk leaving.

An inexplicable emotion came to my heart.

Mo Linyuan yelled, "Stop and turn around."

Lin Qingran's heart skipped a beat.

After a while, he turned around helplessly and looked up.