Thousands of years have passed like a white horse, and Chen Yi has been wandering in the sea of blood for thousands of years.
"The sea of blood is boundless, and there is no shore to turn back to..."
That day, he stopped, his deep and boundless eyes no longer looked into the boundless sea of blood, but lowered his head, stared at the road under his feet, and murmured to himself:
"Ha, that's ridiculous."
Gradually.
There was no sea of blood in front of him, and there was no road under his feet. He closed his eyes, felt with his heart, and walked in the opposite direction: after walking for an unknown amount of time, he suddenly stopped.
"Ha, it's me who got caught..."
A chuckle like waking up from a dream, floating in the empty sea of blood:
"The sea has an end, and the sea of blood is boundless, because the end is not in the sea of blood, but in the heart. The one trapped in the blood demon formation is not me, but my... Dao heart."
"There is no need to deliberately search for ways to break the formation..."
Chen Yi opened his eyes suddenly, and the blood flow from all directions immediately faded away.
"I let this place be the other shore, and this place is the other shore!"
The young man here has been trapped for thousands of years. When he looks back, he will be trapped in the sea!
…
now.
The Demonic Land has no supreme power, and the Immortal Kingdom is the dominant one, annexing half of the Demonic Sects.
The Eternal Magic Mountain is not included in this list.
During the crisis, Demon Lord Chan Hongyi stepped forward and fought fiercely with the Immortal Kingdom's Nascent Soul for ten days and ten nights. Finally, he narrowly won half a battle and returned in triumph dragging his dying body.
"I will take the Nine Transformations Golden Pill and ask the Demon Lord to come out!"
The day Chen Yi stepped into the sea of blood.
A demonic cultivator held a treasure box in his hand and shouted at the foot of the Demonic Mountain: In fact, this person is not the first, nor will he be the last. Demonic cultivators have offered medicine every day in these years.
There was a battle that year.
Chan Hongyi burns blood and burns her soul, injuring her origin. Compared with the blood demon ancestor's injury, it is still better. Although there is a secret method in the magic mountain, she can seize her body and rebuild it, and live another life.
However.
She is determined to die and has no way to save her, even if the Great Luo Jinxian descends to earth, it will be difficult for her to save her: there are rumors from the Demonic Land that Chen Yi and the blood demon ancestor died together in the sea of blood, and she does not want to live alone.
It is her duty as the Demon Lord to protect the Demon Mountain for thousands of years.
After they didn't owe each other anything, she just wanted to leave with her true love.
then.
Everyone knows that on the top of the magic mountain, there is an infatuated female demon who is not afraid of life and death. She is still in this long world of mortals when she is dying, waiting for the boy she loves until she swore to die.
Three poles in the sun.
A maidservant walked out of the magic mountain and said with a wry smile: "Master, please go away. My master doesn't want to see guests. She ordered me to tell you. She accepted my affection, but she has no luck in accepting it."
"Demon Lord!"
The demon cultivator who came to offer the medicine felt so sad that he couldn't help but loudly persuade him: "That man has been back in the ruins for many years. I'm afraid he has been reincarnated long ago. Why do you continue to paint the ground as a prison?"
"dumb!"
The words have not yet finished.
Suddenly there was a phoenix chirping in the mountains, which was so sad and heartbreaking.
"The Lord Demon has fallen!"
The next day.
News came out of the Demonic Land, some were happy and some were worried: Will this strange woman, who was born as a woman but held up half of the world of the Demonic Land, age after all?
Even when he died, he never waited for the boy in white who had been obsessed with him for half his life.
at the same time.
On the top of the magic mountain, a man dressed in red dances gracefully. Even though his white hair reaches his waist and his face is no longer beautiful, he still has a temperament that is close to immortality, which makes people subconsciously marvel:
When he was young, he must have been extremely stunning.
Beside her, a black phoenix screamed sadly: She could feel that her master's life essence was flowing away crazily, and it would wither away and fall into the mortal world in at least three days.
"Huang'er, the young master won't die, right?"
"I don't believe he's dead. He must dislike me... hmph."
"Bad guy, big liar, never pay attention to him again!"
"Master..."
After the dance, she was puzzled by her lovesickness, clinging to the black phoenix and sobbing softly.
Three more days passed.
The Nascent Soul demonic energy of the female demon was completely dissipated. Without the demonic energy to protect her body, her beautiful appearance quickly aged and withered, as if the oil was exhausted and the lamp was withered.
Her time has come.
"Huang'er, after I die, I will leave the Eternal Demonic Mountain to you."
Relying on the wings of the black phoenix, Chan Hongyi was smiling, and she couldn't tell whether she was happy or sad: "If the young master is still alive, if he comes to look for me, tell him for me... I'm sorry..."
Sorry, I can't wait for you any longer.
This day.
On the Eternal Magic Mountain, black snow fluttered, purple golden lotuses scattered all over the sky, eight thousand feet of demonic energy fell to the ninth level, and countless disciples of the Magic Mountain cried and expressed their sorrow.
The black phoenix hesitated for a moment, then carried Chan Hongyi and came to Changsheng Mountain: the place where the master and servant first met. It hoped that a miracle would happen, even though it was extremely slim.
"If life were just like the first time we met..."
The angry female demon tried her best to open her eyes and murmured: "Huang'er, don't leave me here in this mountain. If he comes back and sees that I no longer look good, he will be unhappy."
"As long as it's you, no matter how many years pass, I will always love you."
At this time, the sound of the sword was heard in all directions.
In an instant, the female demon on the mountaintop burst into tears.
"I'm back."
Swords flew in the sky, and large clouds were dispersed, only to see a hazy figure of the God of Creation standing majestically, as if the god was manifesting his holiness, and the light was dazzling in the blazing sun.
Pieces of crystals fell from the corners of her red clothes. She smiled, cried, and then hurriedly put her white hair in front of her body. The back of her withered hands was trembling...
She didn't want her sweetheart to see her old appearance. She was afraid that her sweetheart would be disappointed. Even when she was besieged by the Sixteen Sects of the Immortal Kingdom, she was never afraid.
The boy from heaven is in the lower world.
He gently held the hands of the female devil, which had killed countless people, and took her into his arms. He hugged her hard but also very gently: "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting for so long."
The female demon shook her head stubbornly and tried to take her hand out, as if she wanted to straighten the hair on her temples, but she really didn't have the energy anymore, so she felt a little regretful.
The boy pressed her cheek against hers and said softly:
"Don't worry, you still look good."
She lowered her head and moved her lips slightly.
He hummed and said, "Okay."
She said, next life.
"This time, don't break your promise again..."
He didn't speak.
She closed her eyes.
The first time we met, he was so affectionate and affectionate, and the last time we met, it was the same. It didn't matter whether there was a next life or not, he was here, and I had no regrets in this life.
On the horizon, the sun sets.
The young man buried the woman's body.
He stood up without any nostalgia and walked down the mountain, leaving only an understatement but a firm sentence: "This time, I would rather fail Tathagata than let you down!"
…
One day later.
Fairy land.
The swaying heavy snow rolled back, and the bright sword light tilted down. Above the sea of clouds, a man dressed in white was holding magic spells with his hands, causing the north wind to roar, and the sad mood permeated the entire fairyland:
"I, the Chen family, lived forever a thousand years ago. I came today just to destroy the sect!"
Uproar:
"It's him, he's back!"
"He's not dead?"
"Everyone, who is he?"
"The immortal old devil who split the sea of blood a thousand years ago."
"The blood demon ancestor's Yuanying-level resentment has not been able to erase him. The Lord of the Demonic Mountain is his woman, and he came to stand up for his woman... It's over, it's all over."
"The fairyland is in danger!"
That man.
Instead of the monstrous demonic flames imagined by the world, he was extremely ordinary and hobbled. However, every time he took a step forward, the power of the sword on his body would increase by an inch.
Until the world could no longer support his sword intent and collapsed into pieces.
"Tianbaozong, if you hurt my beloved wife, I shall be punished!"
The first sword was a killing move, and the number one weapon refiner in the Immortal Kingdom was wiped out.
"The Ultimate Victory in the Alchemy Realm, we have you in the battle to defeat the demons."
The sword is full of power, the blood is floating in the world, and the leader of the immortal country's alchemy path is removed from his name.
Outside the Sword Pavilion, the holy land of swordsmanship in the Immortal Kingdom, he laughed lawlessly: "Are you worthy of calling yourself a swordsman? This sword will cut off the fire of your clan for thousands of years. You are not convinced!"
There was only one broken sword left in the sword pavilion. He left in white clothes and no one dared to stop him.
"Your Majesty, come out and die!"
…
The bloody storm lasted for more than a month, and the sky of the fairyland was soaked in dark red.
That year.
Up and down the fairyland, every house is plain.
And with the decline of the ancient Immortal Sects that connected the past and the future, countless inheritances began to show faults, and the fate of the world also took a sharp turn, going backwards crazily.
It is estimated that after some time, even the Nascent Soul will not be born in this world...
