After coaxing old enemies into avatars

Yutong was still holding Sheng Huaizhao tightly when he entered the Demon Realm, because he was afraid that it would get smaller and be caught somewhere, but he lost it in the end...

The sword cultivator in front of him seemed to attach great importance to that person. If he really turned the person into a fox and still couldn't find him, would he kill himself in a fit of anger?

Yun Jian's eyes became darker and colder, staring at the young man who was more and more guilty of his words and deeds, and darkened: "Where is he?"

He was already here when his mind and soul alternated, and there was no one else in front of him except the fox who tried to tease him before.

Yun Jian has no memory of what they experienced before, but in the current situation, it is clear that Sheng Huaizhao is in danger again.

The straightforward and merciless questioning caused Yu Tong to fall into great shame for a moment.

Although Yu Tong is not a kind and upright demon cultivator in normal times, he still understands how to repay him with kindness. Sheng Huaizhao tried his best to rescue him from the devil's den, but he couldn't do it by taking care of others... No wonder Yun Remonstrance will be angry.

Fear made her heart beat faster, and Yu Tong clearly felt the killing intent of the sword on her neck and shoulders getting heavier and heavier.

If he refuses to answer, the person in front of him will end his life.

Anyway, when he first met at the inn, he was already murderous.

"I can get him back!" Yutong said eagerly, "He's nearby. Instead of worrying about how to kill me, you might as well look for him!"

Instead of being deadlocked because of a mistake, it's better to put the time back on finding people.

Killing him is of no value except for a moment of pleasure.

"If he is unwell..." Yun Jian pressed the sword on his neck coldly, his pulse beat along the hilt to the tiger's mouth, and the killing intent climbed to the peak and then slowly fell back.

"I want your life to pay."

The sword blade fell back from the most dangerous place, and Yu Tong's heart that jumped into his throat sank back down. He took a deep breath, turned his head sullenly, and turned to the dangerous place in front of him to start searching.

If the demon king is arrogant and arrogant, it is because he is the lord of all demons, he has been domineering for many years, and his arrogance has become the norm.But the indifferent and decisive five words just now made Yu Tong feel the threat of death even closer...

He was so scared that he didn't even dare to say that Sheng Huaizhao turned into a fox.

Yu Tong scratched her hair in hatred, so why was he obsessed with ghosts and went to trouble these two people in the first place!

This place is no longer near the Lordless Abyss, the fox demon has nowhere to escape, Yun Jian puts his sword back into its sheath, and spreads his consciousness in the foreign land with a nonchalant expression.

This place has been shrouded in blood mist for many years, miasma and killing overlap, and even the air in this territory dominated by tyranny is extremely polluted.Huai Zhao must not stay here for a long time, the miasma eroding his heart will make his body, which has been warmed up so hard, collapse in an instant.

After self-cultivation as a broken mirror, the field of his spiritual consciousness has become more nuanced and vast than before. If he is found in this place, it is only a matter of time.

Sweeping past like the Celestial Eye, when it touched a sea of ​​blood, it was stopped by the demonic energy.

The hand holding the sword gradually tightened, and Yun Jian's eyes suddenly turned violent.

The matter of finding Huai Zhao is imminent, why are there still things that don't know good and bad to hinder him?

The sea of ​​blood surged, and the mountain-like monsters broke through the water, covering the blood-red sunlight in an instant, as if dividing day and night into two.

The monster hidden under the sea of ​​blood slowly emerged. Its fangs, like gravel, contained the corpses of various monsters. It chewed and swallowed insatiably, and then showed its murderous intent at the person holding the sword on the shore.

Such a violent noise spread across the entire land, and even Yu Tong who was searching at the southern end was startled by the terrifying scene in front of him!

What kind of evil star are these two people?Why can I provoke such an incredible thing wherever I go!

His footsteps gradually became difficult to move, and he was hesitating whether he should go back to help, when a faint cry for help suddenly reached his ears.

"Chirp..."

"Chirp..."

Is it the voice of a fox?

Yu Tong's frightened and stiff limbs finally warmed up, and he walked quickly in the direction of the sound, and finally heard a clear third sound beside the corpse of the black flood dragon.

"Chirp."

It's not Sheng Huaizhao, it's the cub!

Is the raccoon still alive? !

Intense emotions were rampaging in his chest, and Yu Tong couldn't tell whether it was ecstasy or apology for a moment, and even the remaining fear of the black flood dragon in the magic hall disappeared, and he staggered towards the smelly place.

"Little cub! Where are you? I'm here to save you, you..." After finishing speaking, he saw the dying little red fox crawling forward.

In the past, the cunning and nimble little guy who was extremely dependent on him dragged a long trail of blood and crawled out of the mouth of the black flood dragon as if struggling for the last time.

Half of its body was bloody and bloody, and one could guess how much pain it was going through.

Yu Tong fell to her knees and picked it up tremblingly, even though her body was covered with blood, she didn't hesitate at all.

"Little boy, you're still alive, it's great that you're still alive..." He choked with sobs and hugged the little guy tightly in his arms, desperately trying to warm its chilly body back with his own body temperature.

As long as there is still one breath left, he can raise it, even if he searches the ends of the earth, he will restore the cub to its original state.

The cub who was finally rescued looked up at him with his small head, his eyes shrouded in shadows gradually became darker.

Yu Tong was immersed in the surprise of regaining what was lost, and did not notice this strange change.

"Chirp."

A hoarse and low cry came softly.

Why don't you save me.

Yu Tong hugged his hand tightly and froze in place, hearing the dying question.

Why did you watch me die in the mouth of the black dragon, why didn't you save me.

"No...the raccoon is not," Yu Tong's face turned pale, as if she was stabbed in the heart by this sentence for a moment, "I didn't save you, I was caught at that time..."

He didn't even react, the black flood dragon had already swallowed the cub.

When she was arrested later, Yu Tong was also desperate enough to want to die.

The blood fell on the cub's fur, instantly dyeing the previously naive little fox into a ferocious and unrecognizable face.

It suddenly regained strength as if returning to light, and its fangs were stained with blood, tearing and biting on Yu Tong's arm, the pain was excruciating.

Yu Tong was in pain, but she didn't let go of him, but her face was horrified: "Little boy, what's wrong with you? You're still hurt, don't..."

Although Li Zai'er was quick-witted and scheming, and occasionally temporarily abandoned Yu Tong to hide by himself like that night, but they had lived together for so long and had established an inseparable trust long ago.

The little fox has never been so mad.

The sharp teeth pierced Yu Tong's flesh and blood, inch by inch of resentment.

It is because of your incompetence that you cannot save me.

Looking at me who died tragically, wouldn't you think of the clansman who also died tragically in the mouth of the monster?

Vicious questioning came from the depths of his heart, one after another, and the pain in his hand spread all over his body in an instant.

Yu Tong seemed to have been sucked out of half of his soul, and watched helplessly as the cub gnawed his arm until it was dripping with blood, exposing the deep bones.

——You will always be like this, you can only watch your loved ones die before your eyes, and there is nothing you can do!

"cough!"

Blood spilled from his throat, Yu Tong's eyes lost their luster, and he collapsed sideways in front of the corpse of the black flood dragon.

And the little fox who was nibbling on his arm in his arms also froze for a moment, and then gradually disappeared.

All the previous misery, the mania of dying and dying, was fantasy.

The raccoon cub no longer exists.

In the blood mist, a palm-sized black butterfly slowly landed between Yu Tong's eyebrows, the pure black and ominous wings slowly closed, the slender mouthparts touched lightly, and the pure soul was sucked out.

Yu Tong's eyes, which were still in business before, suddenly dimmed.

After the sucking was over, it flapped its black wings lightly, a gust of cold wind came out from before its eyes, and the bloody frost adhered to the center of Yu Tong's eyebrows.

In an instant, frost formed on his body, slowly condensing into a piece of ice.

The drifting frost and snow flew towards the sea of ​​blood.

And at the seaside where the fierce battle was fought earlier, Yun Jian put his sword back into its sheath, and the monster that blocked his consciousness had been cut in two by him.

Although this monster is huge in size, it moves slowly, as long as it finds the soft part of its gills, it can hit it with one blow.

Yun Jian came back to his senses and wanted to re-open the previously unfilled consciousness. A frost flower formed by the condensed blood mist fell in front of his eyes. In an instant, the sea has changed.

If it was the dreary barrenness of spring and summer communication before, now it has become the bitter cold winter.

Seasons change without warning.

... This place is definitely not a demon realm.

The hand holding the sword gradually tightened, Yun Jian tried his best to cover this place, but the aura of the fox just now seemed to evaporate out of thin air.

He frowned slightly, did Yu Tong die?

It was too late to answer the question, but the two new auras approached step by step.

As the strong wind blew, the blood-made ice blade pierced a trace of blood in the red marks under Yun Jian's eyes, and the stench blinded his eyelashes. In those blood-stained pupils, he could clearly see a figure walking indistinctly from the wind and snow.

"Huai Zhao, it's okay, I'll take you to find a place to recuperate immediately."

The same face walked slowly through the wind and snow, and in his arms was Sheng Huaizhao who was seriously injured.

Immediately, Yun Jian felt as if an ice pick had been pierced into his spine, and he was unable to move.

Why did his other soul appear here, and why is it still holding Sheng Huaizhao?

"Who's there?" Xiaokuibao asked fiercely in Yun Jian's direction with serious eyes.

Split souls should not meet in places other than the Sea of ​​Consciousness, and it is even more impossible for both souls to have entities.

But what was in that person's arms was clearly Huai Zhao...

The extreme absurdity made Yun Jian subconsciously hide his breath. He hid sideways behind a rock covered in frost and snow, holding his breath.

The little crying bag soon discovered that the anomaly just now had disappeared.

"...What's wrong?" Sheng Huaizhao asked weakly, his hands still covering his chest, trembling from the excessive pain.

"It's okay." It's not suitable to stay for a long time at this time, Xiaokuibao immediately focused all his attention on him, and stepped up his search for a place to avoid the wind and snow.

Standing behind the rock wall, Yun Jian was a little dazed looking at the gradually receding figure in the snow.

How did Huai Zhao get hurt like that, and why was he saved by his other divine sense?

This place is weird and absurd, but the appearance of these two people makes him waver.

The frost covering the back of his hand was pulled off by Yun Jian, and he followed the two of them along the footprints in the snow.

Sheng Huaizhao and the others hid in front of a cave, Xiao Kuibao spread his coat on the ground, and gently placed him on it.

He lit the fire, healed the wound, and bandaged it. He did it skillfully and seriously.

Yun Jian stood outside the cave, his limbs were frozen stiff by the intrusive winter wind and snow, but he didn't seem to notice it.

"Huai Zhao...why do you get so badly injured every time I'm not around." Beside the warm campfire, the little crying bag grabbed Sheng Huaizhao's hand, staring at his pale face with tears in his eyes.

He passed the spiritual energy, which could relieve the pain of the wound and speed up the healing of the wound on his chest, but the worry and sorrow in his eyes did not decrease by half because of the improvement of the injury.

Yun Jian stood not far away with his sword in hand, the concern in his eyes was like a rope binding his feet, piercing into the flesh and twisting him painfully, but he refused to move forward half a step.

"Because you are different." Sheng Huaizhao smiled slowly, and put his palm on his side face, "Only you will not put me in danger."

The voice was not heavy, even hoarse due to the injury, but word by word passed into Yun Jian's ear.

This is true.

When Sheng Huaizhao was by his side, he was always scarred, as if he was forced to breathe out of desperation.

But by the side of another spirit, An Ran is always there.

"He never cared about you." The tears of the little crying bag wet Sheng Huaizhao's knuckles, like a child who kept complaining, "Now in such a dangerous place, he can also abandon you, if it is not for the body and soul , I wish I could kill him."

"No." Sheng Huaizhao slowly propped himself up and sat up, "If you do anything to him, you will be injured too. I feel very distressed."

The cold wind whizzed, and the blood that permeated before was covered by pale white, and the snowflakes were drifting and unreliable.

Outside the entrance of the cave, Yun Jian's thin lips were tightly pursed, his knuckles trembled slightly, and the lines on the hilt of his waist were close to the palm of his hand.

Sheng Huaizhao felt sorry for his other self.

"But Huai Zhao, I can't divide you equally with him." The little crying bag seemed to make up his mind, clutching his sweetheart's hand and said in a deep voice, "Dividing souls is no different from breeding demons, as long as I sink into the sea of ​​consciousness and kill them By erasing it, I can say goodbye to the days of alternating bodies."

"Will this hurt you?"

Little Crying Bag comforted him with a smile: "It will have some impact on cultivation, but it can be recovered with time and luck."

Sheng Huaizhao looked at the person in front of him with a smile in his eyes: "Really?"

He is proving the truth.

His knuckles were stiff and painful, and when Yun Jian came back to his senses, his fingertips were covered with frost.

When was the bone-piercing cold drilled a gap, he didn't feel it, because the pain in his heart was more direct than this severe winter, and it was already riddled with holes.

...Sheng Huaizhao actually wanted him to die.

The purpose of coming to Demon Realm is to find a way to fuse the two souls, and in order to make the fusion of the souls more unified, Sheng Huaizhao put so much effort into coaxing him.

Another lingering kiss, another passionate hug.

But what if you can't find a way to blend your soul and soul?

Let another spirit kill him, right?

For the first time, Yun Jian felt the heart-piercing pain.

Even if his life was hanging by a thread before, even when the Yanfeng Sect's Gu poison broke out, looking at all the desperate battles in his career, none of this moment made him more painful.

...I clearly gave that person a chance to choose before, and he was willing to give in and avoid it. Why did he still hide and deceive like this in the end.

"I'm hungry."

In the cave, the soft voice was like coquettish, Sheng Huaizhao nestled in Xiaokubao's arms and spoke softly.

"Okay, I'll go get you something to eat."

"Put on your coat, it's too cold outside." He slowly handed him the coat under his body, "Put it on."

Xiaokuibao hesitated for a moment: "But you..."

"It's okay, the bonfire is very warm." Sheng Huaizhao smiled at him, "Come back early."

"Okay." Xiaokuibao leaned over and kissed him, then stepped into the wind and snow with his sword in hand.

Yun Jian hid his breath and took advantage of the wind and snow to hide on the other side.

The other soul, Xu, was thinking that Sheng Huaizhao could not be starved or cold, so he walked away quickly and gradually disappeared from sight.

Yun Jian was alone at the door, and when he looked up, he saw endless whiteness.

It was so cold here.

The sword blade was unsheathed, and the enchantment suddenly fell outside the cave. This is a death formation.

If he does not die, no outsider can enter half a step.

The sword fell on the snow, forming slender sword marks. Yun Jian stepped into the cave, and the warm and bright bonfire melted away the cold in his body.

After another spirit left, Sheng Huaizhao fell asleep leaning against the rock wall.

Perhaps the pain in his chest was too deep, his previous vigilance lost his guard, and he only showed a harmless sleeping face.

Such a person tried his best to conceal and deceive him, but he never accepted him from the beginning to the end.

"Yunjian..."

The person in Shen Meng murmured his name unconsciously, the helpless and broken voice, just listening to it made people's heart ache.

But who is the person you think about in your dream?

He bent down, and his warmed fingertips slid down Sheng Huaizhao's side face, the previous coldness stuck to the silky soft skin, awakening the person in the dream.

"You're back?" Sheng Huaizhao rubbed his sleepy eyes, confused for a moment, "Is it cold outside? Your fingertips are so cold."

Seeing him subconsciously put his hands in his arms, Yun Jian's drooping eyelashes let out a smile.

"Yeah, it's cold."

"I'll warm you up." Sheng Huaizhao slowly sat up straight, approached in his direction, and wiped away the coldness in his hair when sticking to his side.

"I'm so hungry, did you find anything to eat?" he asked.

Yun Jian slightly lowered his head, and the white cloth wrapped around Sheng Huaizhao's chest bloomed like blood-colored flowers. It was piercing and fragile, and burned into his eyes.

"sorry, we do not have that."

He seemed disappointed, his slender eyelashes drooped slightly, forming a small shadow.

"I have medicine. If you feel uncomfortable, take one first." Yun Jian took out a bottle of medicine from his collar, but when he put it in front of Sheng Huaizhao, he remembered that it was what another spirit was asking for when he was in Mian'an. Take it with you in case of accidents.

He always has the light of his other self in order to get a glimpse of Sheng Huaizhao's sight.

They should have been made in heaven.

"You..." The person in front of him looked at the medicine bottle he handed over, but paused slightly.

Yun Jian looked at the hand that was slowly withdrawing, and the shoulders that were drawn far away, his expression changed slightly.

Sheng Huaizhao restrained the softness in his words, and said indifferently: "You are not him."

He recognized it.

"If he had the medicine, he would have given it to me as soon as possible, not now." Sheng Huaizhao looked at the person in front of him with vigilance, "When did you wake up?"

This time I did not occupy the body.

It's just by your side, witnessing everything.

"It's me, can't it?" He asked.

There was an ethereal smile on the blood-colored pupils, but it didn't reach his eyes, as if he was just asking an irrelevant question, and then checking the reaction of his predecessors.

Sheng Huaizhao averted his eyes and remained silent.

"Didn't you say before that you want me and him?"

Yun Jian's eyes slowly fell, and he caught Sheng Huaizhao's hand hanging by his side, his fingertips that had turned pale due to excessive blood loss slowly curled up, as if he was guilty of lying.

The eyes of the two have never met since he noticed it.

"That's a tactic to delay the attack." Sheng Huaizhao replied calmly, "It's just to make you relax your vigilance."

"Try your best to lie to me, and let him get rid of me in the worst case of not being able to find the soul melting technique." Yun Jian stared at him, his voice was quiet, as if an outsider was judging something innocent. unrelated things, "right?"

The heavy camouflage was pierced and torn, and Sheng Huaizhao raised his eyes again showing a trace of hatred.

"Knowing this, does it make sense to you?"

It may have been meaningless.

Yun Jian picked up the medicine bottle again, and groped along the mouth of the bottle with his fingertips: "I only ask you, whether it is right or not."

"I don't know when you overheard my conversation with him." Sheng Huaizhao's voice seemed to be chilled by the snow piled outside the cave, and when there was no disguise, it was like a cold knife piercing. It's him, and it's him who is surrounded by many fetters, what do you think you are, who can get in your way?"

Since ancient times, the truth has been harsh, but Yun Jian never thought that it would be so powerful when it comes from Sheng Huaizhao's mouth.

Obviously already mentally prepared.

"Haven't you ever wondered why I can always smile with other people, but not with you?" Sheng Huaizhao pursed his lips lightly, but he was so cold, "Because I hated you so much from the beginning to the end."

The snow is getting heavier.

Yun Jian felt the sound outside the barrier.

Another spirit came back and found Sheng Huaizhao in danger.

The formation was broken several times, and although the inside of the formation was not affected, he could feel the killing intent.

"If that's the case," Yun Jian stood up slowly, his red pupils covered with a smoky smile when he lowered his eyes, "If I don't fulfill my wish, will it make you hate me for the rest of my life?"

"Yunjian." Sheng Huaizhao grabbed his sleeve, his eyes determined, "Don't use such childish ideas."

Some pieces of wood in the bonfire burned out, and the fireworks gradually dimmed, covering the silhouettes of the two of them in the darkness.

He raised his saber, trying to push Sheng Huaizhao's hand away with the scabbard.

"It's not that if I don't have you in my eyes, hatred is worth it." Sheng Huaizhao's words became clearer, "You are not worthy of me remembering hatred for a lifetime."

"That's it." Yun Jian smiled lightly, and when he leaned over, the breathing of the two seemed to be intertwined.

This kind of distance is a confrontation between them, but if it is another spirit, it is probably intimacy.

Yun Jian's voice was chilly, but there was a smile in his eyes: "Then you want me to die, right?"