After I cheated to die, I met the demon king who tried to die for love

Tianzhu was in a daze, and came to the place of deepest shadow that he urgently needed, in the light like beans, he saw a figure sitting with the backlight.

He saw his futon next to him, and took two steps towards the futon, but the further he walked, the further away he was.

Of course the futon didn't move.

He swayed, everything in front of him tilted and darkened, and he fainted.

This sleep seems to have been sleeping for a long time. He dreamed of the southeast sea, where the twelve major sects took the lead, followed by countless unknown minor sects and casual cultivators, and the wandering corpses passing by the sea were like waves after waves It was sent to the coast, but everyone in the fairy gate fought like desperately, the coastline of the wandering corpse gradually moved back, and it was about to be broken through.

Hu Desheng from Zhenjiumen, and Yu Shangqing from Dongshan School are at the sharpest point of collision with the coastline.

Tianzhu could see clearly from the sky, he spread his arms, rolled his hands, two streams of karmic fire swirled out from the palm of his hand, he pushed forward, and the two streams of karmic fire went straight towards the two of them.

The Karma fire killed the two of them and caught them off guard. Yu Shangqing and Hu Desheng were in the middle of a fight, when they suddenly encountered the evil Karma Huo, they couldn't help being shocked.

What was even more frightening was that a figure landed immediately behind Yehuo, only two steps away from Yu Shangqing and Hu Desheng.

The stalemate on the battlefield has been stalemate for nearly two years, and Tianzhu has always been fighting from a distance, but his figure, his clothes, and his movements not only linger in the nightmares of the two of them, but also linger in countless immortals. in the nightmare.

The two of them felt numbness at the same time, from the soles of their feet to their scalps, and countless pores exploded under the layers of brocade clothes.

Tian Zhu quietly looked at the two people who were entangled in the flames of karma, and there was no disdain in his plain eyes.

It's not hard to kill them.

His wrist turned slowly.

But Yu Shangqing shouted, "The Twelve Heads return!"

The front line of Xianmen receded like a tide, exiting a circle.The twelve masters came together with their swords and surrounded him, and a wonderful silver line grid flashed in the sky.

In a flash.

This is his last deep and sober memory.Then he fought for dozens of hours, until he returned to Wangyue Cave under serious injuries.

He was hot all over, and the fierce karmic fire in his heart was often praised by his master, but now it was himself who burned.

No, it's not a big deal to be burned by the fire, his heart is like being burned by the evil fire of hell.

Burns endlessly, but never burns out.

He might be dying, he thought.

But it's nothing special. In such a simple life, he has killed and been killed.

He opened his eyes in a trance, wanting to take another look at this world, even though this world is so boring and boring.

But he couldn't see clearly, the brilliance of thousands of candles seemed to form a blurred sea of ​​light. He saw a person sitting cross-legged in front of the lamp, with long eyelids drooping, staring at him silently.

And he lay on the man's lap.

He closed his eyes and fell into a drowsy sleep. The days in Huishuo Mountain were always quiet and gloomy, but he had also seen some scenery and the world.

He thought of the quiet town on the southeast coast, some dilapidated markets, and bustling teahouses surrounded by people.

There is also a grand gathering of people burning with raging fire on the green hills stretching for miles outside the imperial capital.

There are also food in the city, fish grilled by fire, and the Guanyin Temple crowded shoulder to shoulder, and the Guanyin master in the temple, with long eyelids drooping, watching him silently...

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, he thought he was going to die, but the never-ending burning on his body gradually eased, and he finally opened his eyes with difficulty.

A pair of cool and gentle hands gently covered his forehead.

Everything in his dream, the town, the grand event, the fish, Guanyin... all disappeared, and the blurred scenes in front of him gradually overlapped and became a clear figure.

The corner of the man's naturally upturned mouth seemed to have a residual smile forever.

He lowered his eyelids, while he rested his head on his lap, lying in his arms, in an intimate and dependent position.

Frightened, Tianzhu struggled to get up, staggered and rolled outwards, rolling a foot away from him.

The man stroked the hand on his forehead and stopped in the air.

Tianzhu asked warily, "Who are you?"

Xing Lindun felt aggrieved, the two of them lived together in the same room for more than a year, you didn't pay attention to who I am at all?

He withdrew his lost hand, nodded slightly, "I am the new lampkeeper..."

Before he finished speaking, "Name." Tianzhu asked coldly.

Of course he knew.

Xing Lin was puzzled, but fortunately he has always been good-natured: "Same, always the same."

Tianthu hides in the darkness, no longer responds,

But Xing Lin thought about it, he knew that Tian Zhu was extremely weak at the moment.

He raised his eyebrows, smiled slightly, and asked, "What about you?"

Unexpectedly, Tianzhu answered obediently in the darkness and silence, "Tianzhu."

There are many juniors in the Dongshan School, chatting and joking with young children is one of Xinglin's specialties, his heart moved, "Which word is Tianzhu's throwing? Write it down for me." This sentence has reached his throat, Pressed by his tongue, he swallowed it back.

He smiled, straightened his clothes that had been rubbed all night, and returned to his futon.

Tianzhu in the distance dragged his futon with great difficulty, and moved it slightly outward, but Xinglin didn't see it.

He knew that Tian Zhu had exhausted all his strength to sit on the futon, his hands were clasped, his body was covered with bursts of yin from the Ghost Lamp, and he was barely regaining his vitality.

Xing Lin looked over there lightly, unexpectedly, Tian Zhu did not close his eyes and meditate.

The two looked at each other, Xing Lin lightly looked away.

He had a vague idea in his mind.

The boy's ability to recover was astonishingly fast, within a few days, he was [-]% to [-]% better.But at this time, the Demon Lord came back.

Tianzhu was only [-] or [-] years old, and the Demon Lord was besieged several times in his lair, but he still went out to hunt for treasures freely and freely, leaving the entire Demon Cave to Tianzhu's guards.

But when the news came that Tianzhu was seriously injured, he had no choice but to come back.

This day should not have been a day for the lampkeeper to let the wind out, but the lame old man came to the entrance of the cave, holding a white sackcloth in his hand, and told him to take a bath.

Looking at the sackcloth, Xinglin felt a faint premonition in his heart. As expected, on the grass outside Wangyue Cave, a grass platform was built with long and short pieces of broken wood. On the tattered grass platform, there were Two chairs made of straw rope and branches.

Outside, the second elder, his fat apprentice, and many wandering corpses and ghosts were standing loosely on the grass. The second elder rubbed his hands, his face was anxious, as if he was waiting for someone.

Among this group of dangerous people, Xing Lin bowed his head and lowered his eyes, not daring to look up, and walked quickly through - he was afraid of attracting anyone's attention, such as the second elder and that fat apprentice.

When he came to the secluded small lake, the old man put down his clothes and went to rest not far away. Xing Lin looked down at his dirty and colorless clothes. Soaked into an ambiguous black and red, Xing Lin suddenly acted like a young master at this moment, took off his clothes unbearably, threw it hard, and fell into the water with a plop.

This obsession with cleanliness made him slightly excited-these are the proofs that he is a person.

After washing in the water for half a day, the old man came to urge him, and then he came ashore slowly, with wet hair on his head, put on brand-new coarse linen clothes, tied a long belt, and looked at his reflection in the water.

At this point, it is finally considered a personal appearance.

He followed the old man back, and the old man told him that everyone should pay homage to the Demon Lord when he comes back today. As the newly promoted lamp keeper, he naturally had to pay homage even more.

Xinglin felt a little apprehensive, the demon king Wanhulong's notoriety had already been spread in the immortal sect, besides, when he met the second elder for the first time, and when he saw the fat apprentice of the second elder for the first time, people would die every time...

But there was no other way, Xing Lin followed the old man to a shade of a tree, facing the Wangyue Cave, the grass in front was already full of people, surrounded by the grass platform in the middle, and there were already two people standing on the grass platform Ying, a younger one, is the little devil Tianzhu, and the other is about forty years old, tall and big, with broad shoulders and long legs, and extraordinary aura, this is the Wanhu dragon.

He held a gilt silver sword in his hand, Xing Lin recognized that it was Zijiguan's sword.

This precious sword should be obtained by him when he went down the mountain, he didn't seem to find any good treasure, after getting this sword, he turned his face to say something to the young disciple beside him, picked up the sword and made two gestures by the way.

Looking down at the sword in his hand, Tianzhu listened carefully to his young face.

Xing Lin saw Mozun's two moves, and knew in his heart that Mozun was imitating Zijiguan's sword moves.

Ziji Temple is now the second most popular sect in the world, and his father also learned from there, so Xing Lin is very familiar with their swordsmanship, their posture is graceful and free, and their sword moves are light and elegant.People are like frightened birds, swords are like swimming dragons.

In terms of chic and good-looking, it is the number one in the fairy sect.

Xinglin saw Mozun hand over the silver-gilt sword to Tianzhu, and Tianzhu stared at the sword in his hand, as if thinking.

The crowd on the grass automatically avoided to the sides, leaving an open space.Xing Lin was already in the last row, so there was no need to avoid it. There was an old willow tree above his head, the branches swayed gently, and the sunlight shone on his focused face.

He saw Tianzhu slowly pull a sword flower, the sword body was fixed, and suddenly he threw it away, the person moved with the sword, and the clothes fluttered first.

The wind came to make troubles, blowing a tree of curling wicker, swaying like a bead curtain, the broken gold cast from the sky and the cold light of the sword reflected each other, drowning the flying transparent clothes.

With a graceful waist and light wrists, this set of swordsmanship Xinglin has personally seen his father use, Xun Ling'e, and many disciples of Ziji Temple.

Of course it's not exactly the same, but both form and spirit are present, and the spirit is leisurely.Xing Lin gradually felt the kind of fear that had arisen in the hearts of his father, Yufang Gong Guimeng, Hu Desheng, Hu Zhengru, Gan Dihua, Xun Linge and others, a kind of fear.

The lame old man's words sounded softly in the deepest part of his mind.

"There is always something about wizards that is different from mortals."

Wizards...

Xing Lin's gaze was blank.

The movement technique waving in the air is retracted suddenly, and the long sword is extended, which is Zijiguan's usual killing move when he wins.

Such as the wind on the screen, the quiet waves behind the river.

The long sword was barely in front of Xing Lin, aiming at the softest neck on his body.

Xing Lin was wrapped in a white linen robe, with slightly moist blue hair scattered all over his shoulders.

He lowered his eyes to see the cold light on the tip of the sword, the body of the sword was as bright as snow, the hilt shone with silver light, and the hand holding the sword was extremely white - the person holding the sword was also watching him.

His gaze was soft and soft, but there was a voice in his heart, Li Shanke... Xiao Jin...

The second elder was not far from the two of them. He glanced at the silent young lord and at the silent lamp keeper.

Heart Road: Interesting.

He came out more and more, and reported to the lord on the grass platform, "Master, this is the newly elected lamp keeper. Because you are not here, the young lord gave you water on your behalf."

The Demon Venerable nodded, "Yes."

This is just a trivial matter, he didn't take it to heart, but...

The man wrapped in white linen stood far under the shadow of the tree, and there was something strange in his heart.

The second elder signaled to Xing Lin, Xing Lin took two steps forward, crossing the still long sword.

His fair and slender neck was gently bent down, his eyes drooped softly, wrapped in white clothes, and bowed to the demon king.

Mozun stared at the approaching figure, and the strangeness in his heart flew away gently.

The second elder looked at the three of them.

Xindao: Interesting, so interesting.