"Quick time travel" long way to chase his wife

The Empyrean after the war was devastated.This war with the Yaozu and the Tianzu as the main combatants was quickly brought to an end after the Demonzu joined in. The Tianzu suffered a disastrous defeat, and the Yaozu had only one breath left to linger, and the casualties The smallest demon race, the air pressure is lower and more oppressive than both sides.

The gods of the defeated Big Dipper Army were imprisoned by the demons into the prison of the Nine Heavens. They still can't believe that the Heavenly Emperor they have always respected would breed demons and become fallen immortals; I dare to believe that the Lord Canglan, who always acts recklessly and freely, would be willing to die with the Emperor of Heaven in order to save the Lord of the Demon Realm.

Beside Zhuxian Terrace, the white jade fence is incomplete and dilapidated. On the empty stone platform, only the hostility and resentment in Zhuxian Terrace are intertwined and surging back and forth, as if they will burst out of the air in the next second.

Chong Er and Nan Ci saw the motionless figure sitting by the broken fence from a distance.

The other party was dressed in a white brocade robe, which seemed to be integrated with the white jade railing. His long black hair was scattered behind him in a mess, his face was haggard, and his eyes were silently staring in the direction of Zhuxian Terrace. Those mortals whose three souls have lost their courage.

The appearance of the man made Chonger and Nanci feel sour in their hearts. They walked over in silence, neither of them spoke. The other party seemed to have not noticed their arrival, immersed in their own world alone until Chonger Speak softly.

"Your honor..."

Yun Chu rolled his eyes stiffly and mechanically, and his empty gaze fell on him.

"Any news?" He didn't speak for many days, his voice was dry and hoarse, as if it had been squeezed out of his lungs.

Chong Er shook his head, Yun Chu's original expression was covered with a layer of lingering sadness, he turned his head and stopped looking at the other party, and returned to the previous state.

A full month has passed since Mo Chi and the Emperor of Heaven fell into Zhuxian Terrace together.

This month, many things happened, such as the whole clan of the monster clan migrated to the borderless land in the north to recuperate; and for example, after the fall of the Emperor of Heaven, all his numerous crimes were made public, and the gods were astonished. But Yu was helpless, the Celestial Clan needed a ruler, and with the support of the Demon Clan, in the end Immortal Taibai became the new Tianjun of the Celestial Clan. Monarch, crazy.

Yes, after Canglan Shenjun and the Heavenly Emperor died together, he went crazy.

That day, after Mo Chi fell into Zhuxiantai with the Emperor in his arms, Yun Chu was shocked at first, then terrified, and when he finally came to his senses, he desperately wanted to jump down with him, but Chong Er fought to his death blocked.

When Chongjiu, Feiyan and others heard the news and rushed to Jiuchongtian, what they saw was a man who looked like a maniac.

The other party held a crimson long sword, and regardless of the serious injuries all over his body, he desperately wanted to split the motionless Zhuxian Terrace in front of him. His cold eyes were covered with thousands of years of cold snow, and even two slashes flew obliquely into his temples. The handsome eyebrows were covered with biting frost, with ruthlessness and determination, so as to cover up the panic and sadness in his heart.

Mo Chi was seriously injured in order to save him, and his body and soul could no longer bear the hostility in Zhuxian Terrace, so falling down this time was more or less ominous.

Everyone knew it, and Yun Chu knew it too, but he didn't want to believe it.

He was escorted back to the Demon Realm after the demonic energy was exhausted and blood loss was too much. Zhong Er and Chong Jiu joined hands to save his heart, and it was seven days after he woke up.

For the past seven days, Yun Chu, who was in a coma, was trapped in a nightmare and couldn't extricate himself. For a while, in the Canglan Palace of the Nine Heavens, he was still a small peach tree. Talking about all kinds of interesting things in the Three Realms; a while later, it was the eve of his battle between immortals and demons, he was sleeping in the bedroom of Canglan Palace, the man quietly came to his bedside, after seeing the painting he was holding tightly, Laughing and calling him a fool...

Many dreams were intertwined and changed back and forth, which made him unable to distinguish between falsehood and reality. In the end, in the dream, he came to the Infernal Purgatory at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, where he saw another Yunchu and Mochi. .

Both of them were in a mess, cuddling tightly like two wounded little beasts. Yun Chu involuntarily stepped forward, and through the red magma under his feet, he saw clearly that he was full of tears, and that there was no sign of life in his arms anymore. Mo Chi.

Breathing suddenly suffocated, Yun Chu stared at everything in front of him with wide-eyed eyes in disbelief, and his brain buzzed.

Everything in front of him suddenly seemed to be covered with a layer of white mist, and then quickly receded like a tide. When he opened his eyes, he couldn't remember what happened in the dream. He only knew the heart in his chest, empty and painful. , that feeling of heart palpitations can't go away.

Knowing that he had been in a coma for seven days, Yun Chu didn't say anything after waking up, but locked himself in the dormitory alone for a whole day and night. gone.

Then, on the top of the snow-capped snow mountain, the desolate desert under the scorching sun, Kunlun in the west mountain, and the underworld under the underworld, there will always be a man in white appearing, searching for the man's figure inch by inch with cold eyes, but , January has passed, but he has gained nothing.

Yun Chu searched all the places he could find, but he never found any trace of Mo Chi. Every day that passed, the despair in his heart grew bigger. Like a walking corpse without a soul, he came to Zhuxian Terrace dumbly, and stayed here day and night, completely turning into an empty shell without a soul.

Chong Er and the others were afraid that the man would not think about jumping with Mo Chi for a while, so they could only take turns guarding each other's side.

At this time, any comforting words seemed pale and powerless. Looking at Yun Chu, Zhong Er felt heartache unbearable, and he spoke with a hoarse voice.

"My lord, let's... go back, the devil world needs you..."

Yun Chu didn't respond as if he didn't hear his words.

Chong Er and Nan Ci stayed by his side until after dark, when Fei Yan and the Great Elder came to replace them, they turned and left.

Time passed day by day like this, Tiangong, which was baptized by war a month ago, has gradually restored its former tranquility and peace, and all the destroyed palaces have been repaired, only Zhuxiantai.Except for a few elders from the Demon Realm, no one dared to approach.

The people of the Demon Realm could not do without their Lord, and when Chongjiu was discussing with everyone whether to take compulsory measures to bring Yunchu back to the Demon Realm, news came from the elder who was in charge of guarding Yunchu that day.

"My lord, let's go..."

Chong Er, who heard this sentence for the first time, still couldn't recover. What does it mean... to leave?

Jiuchongtian was once again surrounded by demons, but this time, they didn't come to declare war.

Chong'er and Nanci came to Zhuxian Terrace panting, but only saw the Great Elder kneeling in front of Zhuxian Terrace with a calm expression, while Fei Yan beside him was crying sobbingly while covering his face.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the great elder turned his head, looked at them with a pair of eyes that were never sad or joyful, then pulled the corners of his lips, and said in an ethereal voice, "You are here."

Chongjiu and Chongzhu looked at the familiar demonic energy on his body, and their eyes widened in disbelief. In the next second, both eyes were scarlet.

Yun Chu left, and after passing on all his cultivation to the Great Elder, dragging his exhausted body, he resolutely jumped off the Zhuxian Terrace, and before he left, the corners of his lips were slightly raised , smiling with relief.

The Great Elder and Fei Yan were trapped in the barrier he set up and couldn't break free. Yun Chu, who had changed back into scarlet clothes, turned his head and looked at the two behind him with their faces covered in tears. There was tenderness between their brows and eyes, and he said: "I once told him that even death cannot separate us. Now that he is gone, even if I guard the Demon Realm and the Three Realms, it is meaningless."

"Chonghuan, I'm not a good demon king. From now on, the demon world will be handed over to you... Tell Chongjiu and the others, don't feel sorry for me. I just did what I should do. I can't leave him alone go..."

The voice carried an inaudible sigh, and along with the flapping hem of the clothes, they sank into the raging Zhuxian Terrace.

So far, there is no more Mochi, the god of Canglan, in the heaven world, and no more Yunchu, the god of demons, in the demon world.