Demon Venerable Dao Companion will never break off the marriage

The clouds above the sky are still turning, showing two kinds of extreme contrasts under the blue sky, dividing the world into two halves, Xia Zijiao raised his head, the light golden sun and the silvery white moon faced each other.

"Illusions are true or false. I remember that the books I read before said that all illusions have keys."

Yin Xuansheng looked sideways, and his eyes fell on the young man's slightly pursed lips, quietly listening to his narration as he tried his best to make things clearer.

"I remember the face of that person in the dream. The pile of corpse puppets has a vein that looks very similar to him. He should be in the pile of corpse puppets. I just wanted to find him. The two illusions merged. The corpse puppet should be Are you still here?" The young man looked at Yin Xuansheng after he finished speaking, his eyes were a little uneasy, he was just trying his best to say what he knew, and he didn't know if this information would be dispensable to Yin Xuansheng.

But his eyes were looking at himself, his always dark and cold gaze as deep as a cold pool seemed to melt away, waiting for him to finish these clumsy words.

"Go and see first, the person who appeared in your dream must be an important person ten thousand years ago." Yin Xuansheng tightened his hold on the young man slightly, leading him forward.

Every step here is an intertwining of truth and falsehood, all of which can be devoured by Xumi illusion. The young man followed his footsteps and felt a powerful force pressing towards the two of them. Yin Xuansheng stood beside him, Wei Wei walked in front of him, turning everything invisible, and resisting them all around the two of them.

Stepping out with one step, everything in front of you is completely upside down, the courtyard of Taiyi Immortal Mansion, the big banyan tree, the fine sunlight, and the spiritual spring water are all annihilated in front of your eyes, turning into eight thousand miles of peach blossoms and suddenly blooming.

The young man just felt his breath was suffocated, these peach blossoms were like soul imprints, the imprints left in his body, entangled in his soul, bound a certain orifice of him, making him feel very sad whenever he saw it.

very sad……

These peach blossoms are like blood...

Blood flows into streams, clear springs, river water, thin red, fine powder, eternal continuous, fades and fades.

Burning and shining, the color of blood.

Looking at the peach blossoms in front of him, the young man was stunned for a moment, not understanding why he was so sad. The next moment, he wrapped his arms around his thin back and said softly, "Come here."

The next moment, he was hugged into a scorching embrace, a very warm embrace, with a scorching body temperature, the faint hostility leaked from the magic cultivator, and the slight chill left by the cold body soaked in the body, all mixed into a special feeling.

Familiar feeling.

Yin Xuansheng hugged the young man, looked down at the young man leaning against his arms with drooping eyebrows, the soft light in his eyes flickered slightly, unable to conceal the momentary sadness and absent-mindedness.

He was already incomplete, and this illusion was so powerful that even a powerful practitioner would inevitably fall into it, not to mention that this was an illusion left by his previous life.

Yin Xuansheng didn't care about their past lives, he only cared about the young man in front of him, the light in his eyes dimmed slightly, and he liked to see the bright eyes of the young man, and he liked to see him walking beside him and smiling slightly appearance.

Yin Xuansheng's eyes sank slightly, and he raised his hand to brush the young man's hair. His hair was so soft that it was tied into a neat bun, and the rest was loose behind him. The few strands of loose and uneven hair around his ears looked very beautiful.

Forcibly breaking through the illusion is tantamount to destroying Yan Bo, and staying here for too long is not what he wants. He doesn't like anything other than himself that can affect the young man.

This nightmare wasted too much time between him and Xia Zijiao.

Even if it is an ancient monster, even if it is about to transform into a dragon, in front of the real demon god, it is just a loach in the mud.

And the part of the demon god is always in his body.

He wanted to guard the boy, and the former demon god also wanted to guard the boy.

What they hold in their arms is all they want in this world.

A red mark faintly appeared between the eyebrows, overflowing wisps of devilish energy, Yin Xuansheng's pitch-black eyes slowly gushed out a kind of blood-like crimson, quietly gushing out to fill the entire pitch-black pupils, and then slowly disappeared.

In the illusion, there is no wind and the peach blossoms are flying wildly for eight thousand miles. Only the center of the eye of the storm is still calm.

The light golden sun in the sky twisted, like a struggle before being trampled to pieces. Nightmare sat in the eye of the formation with his real body, and could feel the powerful force coming, which almost trapped him in the eye of the formation.

The nightmare sinks here, no matter what, he never thought that Yin Xuansheng would break through his cultivation forcibly at this moment, and he is closer to a complete demon god.

But the pain he has to bear will also be multiplied countless times. There is a price to pay for becoming a demon god, especially a demon god who has already fallen into reincarnation for thousands of years.

madman……

Hahaha... really crazy...

It is still the same style, no different from ten thousand years ago. In the past life and present life, there are obviously two people, but they are still the same crazy. For one person, everything in this world becomes worthless.

He knew earlier that he couldn't win against such a lunatic. He came here just to have a dream, and now this dream can't be kept.

Ten thousand years.

Even though everything in the illusion is still as usual, he can feel that the part that belongs to him has begun to shatter.

The light golden sunlight began to dim, and the sky and the earth became slightly reddish under the reflection of the blood-red clouds.

Xia Zijiao leaned sideways on Yin Xuansheng's chest, and his cheeks were pressed against the fabric of his clothes. The fabric was not very soft, just like him, there were not many soft parts, but he was always willing to let his chest lean on him.

He raised his head slightly, and the tiredness in his eyes turned into a sign of weakness and softness: "The things about the past don't feel very good."

"Yeah." The blackness in Yin Xuansheng's eyes became darker and darker, almost turned into a cold night that could not be fainted. The black crow flapped its wings but could not make a sound, and flew silently across the night, disappearing and melting into the darkness here. His expression was slightly tense, and he gently stroked the boy's hair with his fingertips. There was the boy's long hair, which fell on the back of the boy's neck. Through the hair, he could feel the boy's thin and soft skin.

Xia Zijiao felt that he was trapped, and there was a kind of lingering distress in his heart, as if he didn't dare to go on: "If...we really saw the previous life, then...you will give birth to me angry?"

It seemed a little childish to ask like this, but Xia Zijiao seemed to be able to say only such clumsy words for a moment. Facing Yin Xuansheng, he couldn't speak out his pretentious and polite words, only such straightforward and silly questions.

"No." Yin Xuansheng answered quickly, almost indifferently, as if the person in his previous life had nothing to do with him, and was answering something about a stranger. Only the boy in front of him had a place in his heart. , the rest have nowhere to stand.

Xia Zijiao nodded, like a kind of self-comfort, maybe he said no now, but if the two of them really had an enmity in their previous life, they might get angry after seeing those details, but he is a man who once said a word, it is hard to follow Character, since he said it, can always be believed.

The young man's heart was half-hanging, and he landed, but he didn't land completely. He followed Yin Xuansheng and walked forward silently. I want to hold my hand a little tighter, and then a little tighter.

The peach trees in front are connected with each other, and the flowers bloom like a canopy, but the road is a narrow path. It seems that this is not a place of immortality, but just a mountain of peach blossoms.

Xia Zijiao looked at the continuous mountains and the open land: "Xuansheng, do you think this place looks familiar? But now there is no such a big peach blossom forest in the fairy world, I should have never seen it before."

"Taiyi Immortal Mansion."

"Ah?" Xia Zijiao was stunned, and immediately understood what Yin Xuansheng was talking about. Why is this place so familiar? Because the mountains and terrain here, after removing these endless peach trees, is the Taiyi Immortal Mansion, which is a world of its own. !

"Oh my god..." Xia Zijiao's voice at the end weakened, and he could no longer utter a sound.

In their previous lives, not only did the Yuechen sword lie in the middle, but it also happened in the Taiyi Immortal Mansion in ancient times.

it's over...

Xia Zijiao looked sideways at Yin Xuansheng, expressionless and unable to figure out anything, it seemed that the fact that they were in the Taiyi Immortal Mansion in their previous life was not something worth caring about to him.

Ok……

For him, it seems that nothing is worth caring about.

But Xia Zijiao's heart has been completely suspended. These peach forests, Taiyi Immortal Mansion, and ancient stories all carry an ominous smell. After tens of thousands of years, this atmosphere has been transmitted to Xia Zijiao's body. He wanted to escape for a moment, turned around and left from here, he wanted to tell Yin Xuansheng, don't worry about it so much, he didn't want to know that much, they returned to Chiyun Immortal Mansion, he will talk about the future , as long as they are together.

but.

but……

Even if he is not a Demon Lord, he is still a powerhouse that no one in the six realms can match. How can his Taoist companion be a useless person who is inferior to ordinary people, relying on his spiritual power to survive, sticking to his side, Even he couldn't leave the half stick of incense beside him, he was a complete adherent.

The mountains, rivers and seas are still endless, and the future is bright. If you want to continue walking on the same road with Yin Xuansheng, then you should go forward side by side.

He moved his footsteps, a bit of bitterness gushed out of his throat, which made people lose their voice and became hoarse. He took a step forward and felt that his footsteps were a bit heavy, but it was okay, he always wanted to move forward, instead of being held in his arms forever In the middle, walk through the world without touching your feet.

"Let's go, let's go find the corpse puppet." He heard his voice become calmer, like a young master, he felt pretty good, at least a little bit of peace of mind, more because he believed in Yin Xuansheng, the restlessness was Really, believe him too.

Covered by the peach forest in front of him, Yanbo was no longer covered in black mist. In this environment, it is unknown where those corpse puppets were hidden.

Yin Xuansheng looked forward, and he felt that there was an extremely powerful gravitational force in this seemingly stable and chaotic illusion, which seemed to condense all the power of this illusion into one point, pulling all the power of the entire illusion.

He closed his eyes slightly, knowing what it was, he held the young man's hand tightly and walked forward along the peach blossoms along the long road. In the void, an invisible force broke the restrictions in front of him layer by layer, and the young man walked behind him , I didn't notice anything, the light golden sun in the sky shook too slightly.

This road is very long and stretches forward thinly. Countless peach blossoms reflect the flaming red light and light golden light. They are magnificent and bright like a pink sea, and they are falling chaotically. post.

The young man raised his eyes and blew upwards, blowing off the thin and soft pale pink petals of the meridians. He continued to walk forward, and the road gradually opened up. He looked sideways at Yin Xuansheng. He seemed to be familiar with this place, but he had no memory of it. Can you recognize the path from your previous life under any circumstances?

Going forward, the open road turned into a flat jade platform, the huge round platform was inlaid on the ground, surrounded by six animal skin drums, surrounded by peach blossoms, and the petals covered the surrounding soil. In the distance, a plant Huge peach trees stand tall.

Looking at everything in front of him, the feeling of familiarity became stronger and stronger. Xia Zijiao's eyes widened slightly, watching a figure lightly landed in the middle of the jade platform.

He is dressed in white, holds a long sword, and swings it lightly like a dance.

He wore a jade hairpin and tied his hair into a neat black bun.

"He... is him." This person is the person he saw in his dream, but this person seems to be unable to see them.

He rolled up the last sword flower, put the sword by his side, raised his eyes to look into the distance, and raised his voice: "Zijiao, my swordsmanship is pretty good now, right?"

Not only is he good... He is a rare young talent, and if he is placed in the Thirteen Immortals' Mansion, he will be enshrined as the hope of the next generation of Immortals.

And following his voice, a faint voice came from the peach blossom tree: "It's okay."

The next moment, a figure descended from the peach blossoms and strode towards Yutai.

Xia Zijiao opened his eyes wide, his pupils were trembling slightly, watching the man striding towards him, watching him stepping onto the jade platform with one hand slightly lifting the hem of his clothes, watching his brows and eyes slightly raised, revealing a familiar face , a pair of cold and noble phoenix eyes are clear, the gaze turns slightly and slides over everything around, and also slides over Xia Zijiao's front.

This is... Xia Zijiao himself.

In other words, his previous life...

"Hello? Su Zijiao, can you stop being so pushy? Is the young master of the Su family amazing? Maybe one day your brother will replace you."

surname Su...

Sure enough, the relationship between the previous life and the Taiyi Immortal Mansion was very close...

Su Zijiao smiled, his eyes were extraordinarily bright, as if he was fearless to everything in this world, the sword just came out of the box, the light was in those eyes: "Then it depends on whether he has this ability."

He raised his hand, and Yuechen appeared in his hand. The silver-white long sword seemed to have its own lustrous light in his hand. All the colors in the world were not as dazzling as the young man at this time. Freshly bloomed in midsummer, the color is strong and not afraid of everything.

"Come on." He said, and the Yuechen sword went up to meet him. His sword was like a light and shadow, and it was as clever as clumsy. It didn't have as many gorgeous moves as the young man opposite him. The thorn has been swung, but every time it can stab the opponent's weakness in the gate of life, turning all moves into phantoms.

He just stood there, not moving, swinging the sword at will, with a smile in his eyes, every sword, no more, no less, just stopped an inch in front of the opponent's throat, impartial, casual and wanton.

The opponent was annoyed and hated, but there was no way to fight back. With a tense face, he raised his sword and counterattacked him. The next move was easily parried away, and the tip of the sword stopped in front of the throat again.

There is no way to take his wanton touch.

Because I can't beat it.

Yin Xuansheng's eyes fell on the dashing young man on the jade platform. He looked at him for a moment, saw his white clothes fluttering with the slight movements of swinging the sword, his eyes were bright and shining, and he looked sideways at the young man beside him, and then Seeing a pair of bright eyes, he was looking at the young man on the stage without blinking.

Xia Zijiao looked at the people on the jade platform, he had many dreams, with his fantasies, and the expectation of healing the spiritual veins, the figure of the young man seemed to be in his vague dreams, he could have been If this kind of person, if he is not born with a disease that lacks a soul, and his natural spiritual veins are weak, his father will start teaching him martial arts and swords when he was four years old, kneading formulas to temper his body, and a year later he will use Qi to practice. , his father is famous for his swordsmanship, so he should also practice swordsmanship and many sword formations and swordsmanship, and become a sword repairer to inherit the ancient skills of Chiyun Immortal Mansion.

It's a pity that because of his frail body, he doesn't have the foundation to be a swordsman.

He lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing the illusion on the jade platform, he couldn't hide his envy and happiness: "That's great."

It turned out that everything he wanted had actually been obtained, and it turned out that God was not that bad to him.

The young man who was defeated by Su Zijiao gritted his teeth, glared at Su Zijiao unwillingly, and simply withdrew his sword without resisting: "Su Zijiao, although you can directly see through my sword skills, can you show your moves? The sword is the weapon of a gentleman, we are a gentleman competing in martial arts, don't you understand that we should first be courteous and then soldiers?"

"Gentleman is a hypocritical word. You can't beat me, so you want to talk about me." He smiled again, with a kind of innocent bravery, like the sun in summer.

He couldn't beat him and started to reason. Xia Zijiao looked at Su Zijiao on the stage with bright eyes. Although it is true that he will be criticized if he doesn't make a move, what's the matter? A gentleman is a fake word. Also fit.

Yin Xuansheng glanced sideways, and looked at the boy's brighter and brighter eyes. It was indeed a meeting of spirits and souls, and his self-appreciation had almost reached its peak. It was the first time that the boy looked at someone other than him with such bright and longing eyes.

"Has this illusion always existed here?" Before they visited, had this story from ten thousand years ago been unfolding here.

"Yes." Yin Xuansheng's eyes fell on the two of them: "The eye of the illusion is guarded by Nightmare. We can't find the eye, and he can't get out."

He couldn't find the eye that was hidden in the dream, so in all the places he could control, the nightmare was forbidden to enter, so, it wasn't the nightmare that trapped him, but he trapped the nightmare.

Xia Zijiao looked at the two people on the jade platform, watched them practicing their swords, arguing, fighting, and finally put away their swords and walked down the jade platform. He didn't know where these two people were going and where the end of this story would be.

Over and over again, the beginning and the end, the end becomes the beginning, the beginning becomes the end.

He was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Yin Xuansheng: "The one trapped here is actually a nightmare, right?"

"Yes."

Yin Xuansheng raised his hand, and demonic energy gushed out from his fingertips, which spread out into a net in an instant, and swept towards the two figures.

"Don't!" Xia Zijiao looked at Su Zijiao's back, and saw that the moment the devilish energy touched him, that back disappeared like a cloud of smoke, and the devilish energy enveloped the young man beside him.

"..."

It turned out to be like this...

Su Zijiao is just the phantom left by this young man in the illusion.

The soul of this illusion is this boy.

Nightmare also lowered his eyes, looking at the young man under the jade platform who was momentarily enveloped by the demonic energy, his eyes did not fall on Su Zijiao who was about to dissipate, but on the young man beside him, his hair bun was very beautiful , a little bit of broken hair falling on the back of the neck is also very vivid.

Ten thousand years later, no one remembers Su Zijiao's name.

But he still remembered his name, two very simple words, Li Yan, the fourth young master of the Li family.

Nightmare closed his eyes, opened his eyes, the light golden sun dimmed, fell like a meteor, and fell into the cloud of devilish energy. With a flash of golden light, he turned into a ball of warm light, melting into the brows of that soul.

Outside of the devilish energy, Xia Zijiao heard Mengyan's low and weak voice.

"The world is like a journey against the sky, life is like a passer-by... I actually still remember the poems you taught me..."

The end sound dissipated in this illusion, as if it never existed.