Chen Yi is confident.
With his talent in this life, it was only a matter of time before he could break through the Nascent Soul. So, when the Demon Dao died, it was logical for him to inherit the Taoist temple and become the new Demon Dao.
Not wanting to be disturbed by others while practicing, he sent away all the people that night.
Um…
Except for the woman in red.
Mihuo refused to leave, and even threatened her with death. Chen Yi had no choice but to allow her to stay as a personal maid to take care of her daily life.
"Don't bother me if you have nothing to do."
After explaining some precautions, Chen Yi walked into the secret room used by his predecessor for training.
He was so anxious to stabilize his realm that he didn't notice it at all.
After the door was closed, the pair stared at their backs, as if their pupils were embedded with a whole galaxy, reflecting a wisp of deep and undetectable evil energy:
"It's nothing more than the young master and Hongzhuang."
"Haha, Mr. Wu Fei and Hongzhuang... saved my life. They are mine. They will never escape my grasp in this life, Master Chen Yi~"
This woman is actually a monk!
…
Accompanying San Geng at night, the sword intent lingers in the air, while Chen Yi still sits cross-legged in the secret room practicing.
Call a few times.
Seeing that he had no intention of stopping at all, the woman who was bored with waiting simply found a hidden corner, pretended to sleep with her frosty eyes, opened her beautiful mouth slightly, and swallowed the essence of the stars and the moon.
Sudden!
A long and dull heartbeat, like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, broke the silence of the deep night, and a black devil's heart was projected in the dark void.
"Boom, boom, boom."
The woman in red clutched her chest, with a look of disbelief on her face: "My demon heart... Why does the demon heart beat so fast? Could there be a big demon born nearby?"
She was born in the Holy Land of Demonic Land, the Eternal Demonic Mountain, and has a true demonic heart in her chest. She is tied with the True Immortal Bone, the treasure of the Supreme Immortal Sect, the leader of the righteous path, as the most precious body in the world.
Of course.
All treasures have spirits, and if they have spirits, they are proud. They don't seek to be famous, but only seek to meet their opponents: since the true immortal bones disappeared three thousand years ago, the true devil's heart has stopped beating.
It has been passed down to the generation of the woman in red that she has been sleeping for eternity.
Now, there are only two possibilities for re-appearing:
Either a descendant of the Supreme Immortal Bone has descended into the world, or some other inferior treasure body is challenging the devil's heart... The woman is more inclined to the latter.
After all, few righteous immortal cultivators dare to set foot on the Demonic Land, not to mention what a peerless genius the successor of the True Immortal Bone is? How could the old immortal of Taishang Sect allow him to put himself in danger?
Think about this.
The woman in red considered it for a while, set up a defensive formation for the Taoist temple, and then left quietly, searching for the source of the demonic heart's revival: she never contacted Chen Yi.
Although I can’t tell what the specific constitution is, we have been together for more than ten years, and we have not seen any demonic thoughts. The possibility of true immortal bones is unlikely. As for the direction of the demonic path...
The latter studied the Taishang Heart Sutra, and she is not blind.
A night of silence.
The next morning, before my young master had a meal, he dug three feet into the entire Changsheng Mountain Range, but he failed to find a living woman in red.
Then, he pretended that nothing happened and did laundry, cooking and cleaning for Chen Yi.
The days passed smoothly like this.
Chen Yi gradually got used to the presence of the man in red, and the scent that always appeared in his sleep, lingering on his lips and teeth, refreshing his heart and mind, and lingering for a long time.
Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.
The woman's face is ageless, her red dress is not stained by dust, her every frown and smile amazes the flowers in the mountains and forests, and the birds flying in the clouds; her gestures and gestures are even better than those of the Hanxian in the Jade Palace, enchanting and moving.
Chen Yi noticed that his Taoist monk was heeling.
And she also confirmed Chen Yi's physique.
It is not the Supreme True Immortal Bone, but it is far more powerful than the Supreme True Immortal Bone. Even before it is full of feathers, it can arouse the fear of the true devil in the body, which is enough to be described as terrifying.
Both of them had a tacit understanding of burying their findings deep in their hearts.
For the master and servant who fought their way out of the eternal night of despair and embraced each other to welcome the dawn, it had long been irrelevant who they were.
You promise me a pair of butterfly wings, and I promise you a life without disputes.
You save me from being homeless, and I save you from having no branches to rely on.
It's good that you are here.
Ten years after another.
This day.
Chen Yi broke through to the middle stage of the Golden Elixir, and the woman brought game to celebrate for him.
Just set up a bonfire.
A black flag with magic characters fluttered in the wind, and the demon cultivator crossed the void like a sea, bowing to the female leader: "The three hundred years have expired, and we are waiting to welcome the new demon lord back to the mountain!"
The woman's expression changed and she turned to Chen Yi: "Master, listen to me..."
"eat first."
Chen Yi raised his hand with a calm expression: "Go back after you're full."
"Get out of here!"
The woman in red had cold frosty eyes and waved her hands behind her back to push back the demon cultivators that were blocking the sky. She turned to Chen Yi, but she was still as pitiful as she was thirty years ago.
Beiqi bit her thin lips gently, while grilling meat, she timidly explained: "My name is Chan Hongyi, I have a true demon heart, and I am the destined demon lord of the Eternal Demon Mountain."
"Um."
Chen Yi stared at the bonfire, showing no emotion or anger on his face.
The woman continued to narrate in a low voice: "Before every demon lord ascends the throne, he will profess three hundred years of cultivation to sharpen his demon heart. That's why I ended up like this that year."
"Um."
Still giving a salty response, the woman panicked and actually knelt in front of Chen Yi in front of all the subordinates: "Hong Yi knows his mistake, please master...punish him!"
There was an uproar in the void.
Chen Yi lowered his eyebrows and sighed, helped the woman up, and took the barbecue grill from her hand:
"I don't blame you, and you don't owe me anything. Saving your life thirty years ago was an unintentional act. Besides, you have served me for thirty years, and the debt should have been repaid long ago."
"I can't pay it back, and I don't want to pay it back!"
Chan Hongyi's eyes were red, and her mood was a bit wrong: "Master, would you like to come back to the Demon Mountain with me? You will be the demon lord, and I will be the subject. We are still like this."
Returning to the Demon Mountain is the responsibility of being the heir of the true Demon Heart.
But in her opinion, the Demon Lord's Throne, coveted by countless demon cultivators, was far less valuable than the young master's smile, and she could exchange it for Chen Yi without hesitation.
Chen Yi shook his head.
She stretched out her hand to smooth the female demon's green hair, her expression was rare and gentle, but she didn't speak.
"Master..."
The separation is a foregone conclusion.
The woman's jade fist was clenched, and the pill was embedded in the jade wrist. The red and hot blood slowly overflowed along the fingers: the "tick-tock-tick" sound of the falling to the ground moved everyone who heard it.
A long while.
As if she had made some kind of important determination, she let go of her hand and covered it on her chest: "I don't know if you really don't understand or if you are just pretending...forget it, it doesn't matter anymore."
The woman with a forced smile kneaded it to make it plump, and her eyes gradually turned crazy: "Young Master, since you are unwilling to follow me back to the Eternal Demonic Mountain, you must leave some thoughts behind."
The voice paused.
Subsequently.
Amidst the horrified exclamations, the blood mist filled the air like flowers, the demonic energy surged like a spring, and the law chanted: The red-clothed female demon actually tore open her own chest!
"Uh-huh!"
The demonic cultivators hiding in the void suddenly rioted, and Chen Yi's pupils trembled. Both sides took action at the same time, each showing their magical powers, in order to stop Chan Hongyi's self-harming behavior.
"Don't even come here!"
The woman's figure swayed, and mysterious black lotus sprouted from her steps. She quickly retreated, a hundred feet away from everyone. She used ancient wood to hold her crumbling delicate body, and murmured weakly:
"Master..."
"I have a devil's heart, which is said to be the highest in the world. Rumor has it that those who understand the creation within it can instantly transcend it, never enter reincarnation, be invulnerable to all laws, and invincible to all calamities."
The sound falls
She gritted her teeth and clenched her jade hands: a heart covered with mysterious lines on the surface, exuding ancient Taoist charms, surrounded by demons, and beating powerfully.
"Master..."
"This is my heart. Take it, let it beat in your chest, and let it accompany you instead of me. From now on, you and I are connected by blood and inseparable."
She was forcing Chen Yi to make a decision.
My heart is given to you, and my intention is made clear. If you accept it, we will pierce the window paper. If you continue to act stupid, we will part ways.
Chen Yi's chest was rising and falling, as if he was angry but looking at the pale and haggard pretty face in front of him, the words of blame were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say anything...
After all, I still feel heartbroken.
"I want."
Angrily and helplessly giving his answer, Chen Yi roughly pulled the woman into his arms, lowered his head and bit the red lips: She was sweating lightly and her clothes were transparent, and the beautiful girl was half shy.
Parted lips.
A wisp of crystal saliva drooped down, and the red-clothed female demon stared at the smoke and whispered in her ear:
"Demon soil is ruthless. You can only love one person in your life, but you will never give up on him until life or death."
"Starting from the appearance of being cold and banished to immortality, falling into the kindness of saving lives and protecting the road, being loyal to sharing weal and woe for ten years, and now offering my heart to the devil, you are my new life, my god..."
"I love you."
After swallowing the devil's heart in one mouthful, the devil's land has a king, his name is Chen Yi, the Lord of Red Clothes.
"Um…"
"Um?"
"Um!
"Get off and go back to the Magic Mountain!"
The demon cultivators immediately and respectfully welcomed Chan Hongyi onto the Void Ferry Boat. The latter stood on the bow of the boat, graceful, and waved to Chen Yi: "I'm leaving, young master."
Chen Yi nodded, crossed the boat and set off, sinking into the void bit by bit.
"Chan Hongyi!"
Last second.
He suddenly shouted, and the woman on the ferry turned her head sideways.
"When I become number one in the world, I will come find you!"
The top of the magic mountain on this day.
There was a man dressed in white who swore to heaven and earth that he would dominate the Ten Dou Dynasty.
There is a man dressed in red with a smile and green temples, which overwhelms the beauty of spring in the world!
