After the Demon Lord and the Immortal Lord interpenetrate each other

Peng Yi remembered very clearly about his calamity, but now that he thought about it, he couldn't remember a single thing that happened during the calamity.

This is a very strange thing.

Peng Yi is quite conceited. He feels that the only person who can fight against him is Bai Simu, a cold piece of wood. It's not that he is so arrogant, but his own strength determines the opponent's candidate.

Likewise, he never doubted his IQ.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is unforgettable.

But at this moment, he couldn't remember anything.

I can't remember where I went, who I met, and what happened. This is simply an incredible thing.

After thinking about it for a long time, he actually felt a faint headache, as if something prevented him from recalling all this.

Peng Yi frowned slightly, the headache didn't come from the body, it seemed... engraved in the soul.

Weird, this is so weird.

Seeing his frown, Bai Simu suddenly let go of his grip on the cup. His voice was different from the past, with a bit of indescribable warmth: "If you can't remember it, don't think about it again."

Peng Yi, who had a headache, didn't hear the rare tenderness in these words, but pinched his forehead, gave up and continued to think.

Although he never thought of it, this incident was like a thorn in Peng Yi's heart.

Why can't he remember?

When the sky was about to light up, the puppet returned to the inn covered in blood.

Looking at this stiff body, she bowed to the two of them: "Thank you two gods for avenging the slave's family. There is no way to repay your kindness."

Peng Yi was still in a daze, but Bai Simu asked, "Who is that man in black who cursed you?"

Wang Yumei shook her head: "I don't know who he is. When he woke me up, I was in the mass grave. At that time, my consciousness was ups and downs, and I couldn't tell the day from night. I followed what he said. "

Peng Yi came back to his senses and remembered the man who was covered tightly by the hood.

This man knew him and knew the forbidden spells of the Immortal Palace. He curled his lips: "Maybe he is from your Immortal Palace."

Bai Simu was also thinking about this matter, but because the man escaped too quickly, he didn't see clearly which way the spiritual power was being used.

Taking advantage of the dawn, Bai Simu released the woman's soul from the puppet, and personally led the way, sending her to the way of reincarnation.

This hatred seems to have come to an end, and at this moment, in the Wei mansion that was infested with blood, innocent people screamed and ran, and stumbled open the gate of Wei mansion.

The well-known Wei Mansion collapsed overnight.

No one noticed that Wei Yang, who was supposed to be dead, suddenly opened his eyes, the eyes were crazy and frightening.

After staying in Pingjiang City for a few days, after dealing with the follow-up matters, Peng Yi took Bai Simu back to the Demon Palace.

The Devil's Palace is located in the southernmost part, covering an extremely wide area with high mountains surrounded by jagged rocks.

All around the mountain is a maze.

These labyrinths are designed to prevent mortals from entering by mistake.

And the Devil's Palace has fixed teleportation arrays in various places. Through the teleportation arrays, ordinary disciples can directly reach the territory of the Devil's Palace.

In order to save trouble, Peng Yi went directly to a teleportation array in Pingjiang City.

Bai Simu looked at this unremarkable wine shop and at the owner who was entertaining people, he paused slightly.

The shop owner was very pleasantly surprised when he saw the Lord coming, and quickly closed the door to the customers who came, and then knelt down on one knee towards Bai Simu: "My subordinates will see the Lord."

Peng Yi standing by the side: ...

Bai Simu, the Demon Lord, was doing decently, with his hands behind his back, he said in a steady voice: "Get up!"

Shopkeeper: "Yes, my lord."

The shopkeeper stood up, turned his face, and looked at Peng Yi with hostility.

It seems that he recognized this face.

Peng Yi who didn't say a word: ...

Peng Yi angrily walked towards the inside, with no eyesight at all, can't you tell who is the Lord?

Bai Simu raised his heels, with a rare smile in his eyes.

The two returned to the Demon Palace through the teleportation array, but before entering the door, Bai Simu blocked his way.

"Let me go ahead!"

Peng Yi: ...

The Demon Lord's position was blatantly challenged.

Obviously, Simu Bai has done much more homework than Peng Yi when switching bodies these days.

He knew every passage in the Demon Palace, every guard, and even recognized every guard, and he was much more competent than the orthodox Demon Lord.

Peng Yi followed behind Bai Simu, and after receiving countless supercilious and hostile looks, he finally returned to Miexin Hall.

As soon as he arrived in the hall, Peng Yi sat angrily on the imperial concubine's couch that he used to lean on.

"Bai Simu, you are really good at it."

Without saying a word, Bai Simu sat silently at the desk and began to deal with official duties.

Peng Yi was even angrier. Did this Bai Simu have a conspiracy long ago, maybe he coveted his magic palace long ago!

He approached the desk and leaned over to look at it. This person handled everything very well, and all of them were from the perspective of the magic palace, as if he regarded himself as a member of the magic palace.

Compared with his own bunch of nonsense, Bai Simu, the lord, is very competent.

"I said that you have to deal with trivial matters. He is so dedicated to his work in my magic palace. It's no wonder that Xing Dan left everything to you. He didn't even care about a peach feast. He took his wife to the West Paradise."

Bai Simu paused slightly for handling the document, and then continued to write.

Peng Yi turned over the desktop, and found that the palace affairs that had been backlogged for a long time had disappeared, and the desktop was as clean as new, just like in the fairy palace.

"If you're in a hurry, you can eat some fruit, take a nap, and go out for a stroll after I finish dealing with these things."

Peng Yi laughed angrily at this remark: "Bai Simu, you don't really think of yourself as a demon venerable, do you want to give up the position of immortal venerable?"

Bai Simu didn't answer, but kept his eyes down and worked hard.

Peng Yi teased for a long time, felt bored, and he was not too willing to do these palace duties, so he really went back to sit down on the bed, crossed his legs, and called for a servant.

"Go and bring me a plate of grapes, cut some apples, and some wine."

The servant turned a deaf ear to Peng Yi's words, but turned to look at Bai Simu, bowed and said, "My lord."

Bai Simu nodded: "Listen to him."

This servant looked a little strange, he was not the one that Peng Yi used to serve, and he looked at Peng Yi with strong hostility, and he really regarded him as the immortal in Jiuchongtian who often targeted their magic palace.

He couldn't help asking: "Isn't this Bailing Immortal..."

Bai Simu raised his eyes, and told the servant to close his mouth with just one glance, cold sweat broke out from his back.

How could he have forgotten that although His Majesty has become more diligent recently, his methods are indeed more shocking than before. He just said the same thing. He used to like to joke and amuse with them, but recently he doesn't even say much.

He bowed and exited the palace tremblingly, and hurried down to prepare his things.

All of this was seen by Peng Yi. For a moment, he didn't know whether to be happy that his disciples in the Demon Palace were united in fighting against the enemy, or angry that Simu Bai managed the Demon Palace better than him.

Peng Yi simply leaned on the couch and didn't speak, he concentrated on eating fruit, thinking too much, he couldn't do anything until his body changed.

After everything was dealt with, Peng Yi had already fallen asleep.

Bai Simu cleaned up the table, walked slowly to the front of the collapse, raised a hand and pulled a quilt to cover him.

However, before finishing this action, Peng Yi grabbed his wrist.

"It's all done?"

Bai Simu nodded, but seeing that his eyes were still open, he said again: "It's over."

Peng Yi opened his eyes, the inside was clear, but he looked at Bai Simu with a little inquiring gaze, and said, "Bai Simu, what exactly do you want to do?"

Instead of looking for a way to exchange the bodies of the two of them back, he followed him to this magic palace to deal with these trivial matters for him.

The majestic Lord of the Immortal Palace, is it possible that he will live in this magic palace in the future and become a member of his magic palace?

Bai Simu looked into his eyes, and for a moment, Peng Yi felt that he wanted to say something, but the man didn't say a word, finally he stood up straight without saying anything.

"When you wake up, go out for a walk."

When Peng Yi got off the couch, he stood up straight with his hands, stretched his waist, and his clothes were not straightened, so he wanted to go out, but was held back by Bai Simu.

He stretched out his hand to tidy up the corners, and then took the lead to walk out the door.

Peng Yi stood there for a long while before following.

The Demon Palace is not as beautiful as the Heavenly Palace, but it is not as dark as hell on earth as ordinary people imagine.

It's just an ordinary hill, with a bunch of houses built on it, and everyone performs their duties.

It's not like in the legend, the devil's palace is full of evil villains.

Most of the disciples in the Demon Palace are native-born demons, and some of them are demon cultivators who joined halfway.

In short, there are many varieties, each with its own characteristics.

Peng Yi crossed his arms, and the old god was pacing on the ground. He was obviously familiar with the scenery, but seeing this, he actually felt a sense of freshness.

Bai Simu was a dull gourd, he couldn't say a word for a long time, and he couldn't even hear a footstep after walking all the way.

Feeling bored, Peng Yi quickened his pace and walked in front of him, blocking his way: "Bai Mutou, are you planning to take me to the back garden of my own house?"

Bai Simu stopped in his tracks and looked at him steadily: "Then where do you want to go?"

Peng Yi seriously thought about it, where would be more interesting.

But just thought about it and came back to God.

He looked at Bai Simu with unprecedented serious eyes, and said solemnly: "I think we should find a way to change our body back. This is the most important thing to do now."

Bai Simu was slightly silent, and said in a deep voice, "Okay."

An indescribably dull atmosphere lingered between the two, and neither of them spoke first.

Just a few days of peaceful coexistence broke all Peng Yi's previous impressions, and it seemed that nothing was appropriate.

Just at this time, a surprised female voice came.

"Cousin, you're back. I've been waiting for you here for several days. No matter how you go out to play, don't call me."

Peng Yi turned his head and watched the silly cousin rushing towards Bai Simu.

However, before his hand touched the corner of Bai Simu's clothes, he was directly sent flying by a spiritual force.

The author has something to say: Thank you for your support, okay!

Peng Yi: Cousin, don't blame me, who made you run so fast.