บท 23: Chapter 23
Chapter 23 I've Seen You Ruin This Life
The snow had stopped falling from the sky, and the footsteps of the snow monster could be heard faintly in the desolate ancient city.
The clouds in the sky rolled down, and the mighty battle between gods and demons above could only be seen as a faint dust.
Everything faded from view, and the vague commotion only made the world seem even quieter.
Everything seemed dead, and Shura Palace was like a solemn and lonely pupil that seemed to never open again.
Lu Jiajing still lay in his arms, her eyes red, but she was no longer crying. Tears were just a tool to store emotions, and when the emotions were exhausted, the tears would dry up as well.
Lin Xuanyan looked into her eyes. She tilted her head, her long hair falling down to one side, covering her eyebrows and eyes. The redness between her eyebrows and eyes looked more like makeup, adding a lot of color to her plain face.
Su Lingshu was stunned for a long time, until the crying gradually stopped, she walked to Lu Jiajing's side. The underwear had been torn to pieces, but the luxurious outer robe with golden thread and snow waves was still intact. She bent down to pick up the robe and gently covered Lu Jiajing's naked body.
Lu Jiajing turned her head and looked at the girl she had never met before, her expression froze.
The purple-haired girl looked at her, also with a look of shock on her face. She blinked and confirmed again and again in her heart. The three words "Lu Jiajing" were stuck in her throat. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something but stopping herself.
Su Lingshu's mind raced, why did Lu Jiajing appear here? Shouldn't she be in seclusion in Qingmu Palace?
Who is this boy named Lin Xuanyan, and what is his relationship with Lu Jiajing?
Questions came to her mind all at once, but she didn't ask for anything. She just looked at Lu Jiajing's face which she hadn't seen for a long time. Even after such a long time, she still thought she was so beautiful every time she saw her.
Especially when she moved her eyes to her breasts, she couldn't help but feel a strange envy in her heart. Do men... all like big breasts?
She subconsciously lowered her head to look at her chest, which was now of a normal size, and felt a little frustrated.
Lu Jiajing naturally didn't recognize Su Lingshu at the moment, but when she saw the purple hair, her heart was moved. That purple color was too familiar, deeply engraved in her memory and could not be erased.
The two of them stared at each other for a moment. Although their eyes were clear, there was a sense of tension between them.
Lin Xuanyan looked slightly strange, and he subconsciously reached out his hand to rub Lu Jiajing's head. Lu Jiajing turned her head away, dodged his hand, and glared at him.
Her throat was a little dry due to the excitement just now, so she was the first to ask: "Who is this girl..."
Lin Xuanyan explained: "Her name is Su Lingshu, and I met her in the ancient city."
Su Lingshu echoed, "Yes. I am from the Xiuyi tribe."
Lu Jiajing nodded and silently repeated the name in her mind.
The people of the Xiuyi tribe are born with purple hair and beautiful looks, but now the tribe is in decline and the population is sparse. They are also being hunted by various demon tribes, who are trying to capture the girls of the Xiuyi tribe and make them their concubines.
Xia Qianzhen's mother was a woman from the Xiuyi tribe, so she also inherited the long lavender hair.
I just don't know why this girl appeared in this ancient city full of dangers, and why she is a member of the Xiuyi tribe.
Is it all just a coincidence or is there a secret plan?
After Lin Xuanyan finished speaking, he wrapped Lu Jiajing tighter with his clothes. He moved his eyes upwards and cast them on the Shura King, who was left with only a pile of bones.
Su Lingshu also looked at the skeleton. She was shocked and felt that the skeleton seemed familiar.
King Shura sat on the ancient chair, his flesh and blood had dissipated, leaving only white bones, looking horrible and abominable.
The ancient sword pierced through his chest and nailed him to the throne. There was still a thin golden light flowing between the two empty eye sockets, but it looked like an old man, dying.
The Shura King, who was only a skeleton left, raised his hand with difficulty. His knuckles pressed on the hilt of the ancient sword, holding the ancient sword tightly, but he could no longer pull it out.
His posture was so strange that it looked like he was committing suicide.
The ancient voice of King Shura sounded: "You are very good."
"After so many years, you should have died long ago." Lin Xuanyan said.
King Shura said: "In the past thousand years, many monsters have entered this ancient city. Some got lost in the outer city, while some successfully broke through the formation and walked out. As for those who I thought could change the fate of the Snow Country, I led them to the Shura Palace. The men sucked their blood essence, and the women took their yin to replenish their yang. Although I occasionally failed, I finally accumulated some strength. I didn't expect it to be destroyed today."
"After lingering on for a thousand years, I am finally awakening from my dream. This is a kind of relief." Lin Xuanyan said.
King Shura suddenly asked, "Aren't you afraid that the Shura Palace has a backup plan?"
Lin Xuanyan thought for a moment and said, "Just wait and see."
After a moment of silence, King Shura asked softly, "Are you the best young people in the world today?"
Even though he has practiced Taoism for a hundred years, he is still just a young man in his eyes.
Lin Xuanyan did not answer.
He had already helped Lu Jiajing up and passed some of his magic power to her to protect her main heart meridian. There was still a thick liquid flowing out from under her skirt. It was blood.
Lin Xuanyan did not answer. Excellence and genius are meaningless. Only when you really make it to the end can you see the weight.
Finally, King Shura sighed softly: "Do you have any more questions? I can promise to tell you the truth."
"How long have you been here?" Lin Xuanyan asked without hesitation.
King Shura looked at him, the light in his pupils gradually faded.
His old voice rang out in the ancient temple: "More than 1,400 years."
One thousand four hundred years ago, the Snow Country was destroyed.
After answering, King Shura was slightly shocked, and figured out the connection behind Lin Xuanyan's question. He said sincerely: "It is indeed amazing."
"What will happen to the Snow Country after you die?" Lin Xuanyan asked the second question.
King Shura said: "The Snow Country is not King Shura's Snow Country."
"Who created this cave world?" Lin Xuanyan continued to ask.
King Shura's voice became softer and softer: "In the sky."
"There is an ancient tower in the ancient city. What is it?" He asked the question he was most curious about.
King Shura hesitated for the first time, "I don't know. That ancient tower has also troubled me for a thousand years. If there is really someone in the world who has such magical powers, then that person might have broken through the void and left Qiongming Realm."
The last question is, "How do I leave?"
King Shura stretched out a bony finger and pointed upwards, "There are nine people guarding the palace in the sky, and six are left. Kill one and you can leave."
...
Two days later, in an ancient temple, thunder and lightning roared, illuminating three beautiful faces.
The summer rains come and go, and outside the house it rains heavily. The big raindrops hit the beams one by one, forming a rain curtain in front of the eaves of the ancient temple.
Lu Jiajing and Lin Xuanyan sat together, while Su Lingshu sat at the entrance of the ancient temple, staring at the heavy rain in a daze. The rain was like silk, splashing in strands and scattering on her cheeks with the wind, which was slightly cool. The girl in green clothes looked like a banana leaf swaying slowly in the rain.
King Shura is dead, but the Snow Country remains.
That ancient race still had to repeat their long and miserable fate, and in that ancient city that was both real and illusory, they spent the most busy and boring days.
This has been the case for 1,400 years, and it may be the same for the next 1,400 years.
Lu Jiajing seemed to be troubled and became more and more silent.
Lin Xuanyan was not very good at speaking, so he also kept silent. He sat with Lu Jiajing under a ghost statue with sharp claws and fangs, staring at the rain splashing into the doorstep in a daze.
I don't know how long it took, the noisy sound of raindrops was the only sound in the world.
Su Lingshu looked at the trees outside that were shaking in the rain, and she felt a little sad. She didn't go to see Lu Jiajing. Meeting an old friend should have been a happy thing, but she couldn't be happy.
Many past events have become blurred, but she still remembers a lot. She has never liked Lu Jiajing very much, because she has always felt that this girl is very hypocritical.
Suddenly, an idea flashed through Su Lingshu's mind, and she secretly turned her head and glanced at the two of them.
Secretly observing the expressions of these two taciturn people.
They showed no expression from beginning to end, so her heart was even heavier.
Su Lingshu thought of that extremely terrifying dream.
She suddenly wondered if she was still trapped in the dream, but this dream was more complicated than the previous one, trying to completely defeat her?
The scene of Lu Jiajing lying naked in the Shura Palace reappeared in her mind, and the feeling of uneasiness in her heart became stronger and stronger.
Lin Xuanyan suddenly glanced at Su Lingshu, who quickly turned his head away, pretending to be doing nothing.
Lin Xuanyan was secretly shocked. He didn't know why he had sensed a hint of murderous intent from this girl.
In the depths of the rainstorm, countless plants broke through the soil and grew wildly. They twisted and knotted, connected into a piece, and even many old trees were arched apart from the roots and uprooted. Strange and weird faces emerged in the rain, twisting their features and changing their appearance.
Like masks emerging from the rain.
In the ancient temple, the ancient sword trembled slightly.
Lin Xuanyan suddenly sat up straight, holding the hilt of his sword with one hand, and looked into the heavy rain, his eyebrows gradually knitted together.
Beyond the distant rain curtain, above the dense forest, the figures of the Green Demon Clan appeared one after another, with their backs to the mountains and their faces towards the ancient temple.
The leader was a young man in gray with a weird face. He stood in the group of monsters like a scarecrow, with a dead look in his eyes but a weird smile on his face.
"It's amazing that you can escape from there. But you just escaped from the tiger's den and fell into the wolf's mouth. The killing power of the Green Demon Clan is not weaker than that altar."
The roar of monsters could be heard from the dense forest. Many members of the Green Monster Clan rode on the monsters, controlling their huge bodies and moving forward at a leisurely pace.
This territory belongs to them, and there are murderous intentions everywhere, and there are many spies. How can you, a few human boys and girls, escape?
In the ancient temple, lightning flashed, and Lu Jiajing coughed from time to time, her face becoming increasingly pale. She was the one who was most seriously injured in the ancient city. The Yin Qi injected into her body by King Shura kept eroding her cultivation, causing her internal Qi to become disordered. When they left the ancient city, they happened to encounter a rainstorm, making the Yin and dampness even worse.
People who practice Taoism are less likely to catch a cold, but Lu Jiajing's coughing continued to echo in the ancient temple.
Su Lingshu glanced at Lu Jiajing, feeling a little pain in his heart.
How sad it is that a girl who was once so proud and glorious has now fallen into such a state.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but laugh at herself, thinking that her situation wasn't much better, so how could she have the right to pity her?
I was once half a step away from becoming a saint, but now I have been reborn through a body, and my cultivation has not even reached the level of enlightenment.
Last night, it took three people working together to kill the gatekeeper of Tianmen. If it had happened before, it would have been nothing.
As she was thinking, her nose suddenly twitched, she stood up suddenly, and turned her head to look outside the rain.
She then realized that Lin Xuanyan had stood up at some point and came to her side, also looking at the rain with a worried look on his face.
"You felt it too?" Su Lingshu frowned.
"Yes, there are monsters coming. And there are a lot of them." Lin Xuanyan said.
Su Lingshu thought for a moment and said, "It should be the Green Demon Clan. I encountered many Green Demons before, fought with them, and then accidentally entered that ancient city."
"Green demon?"
"Yes." Su Lingshu explained: "The Green Demon is a demon tribe in the north of the Demon Realm. It is a demon that was cultivated from a rootless tree. It is born with the magical power to merge with plants and trees. Among the wood-type demons, it is second only to the White Wood Demon Clan. The most terrifying thing is that it is said that the Green Demon Clan's cultivation will increase dramatically during heavy rains. Judging from the rain, it should be very difficult to deal with."
Lin Xuanyan asked: "Do you have any solution?"
"The wisest thing to do is to run away. After the rainstorm, we can fight them again. We will have a better chance of winning."
Lin Xuanyan glanced at the rain and said indifferently: "I'm afraid it's too late."
Before he finished speaking, a low ancient sound rang out, and a rainbow of light rolled away.
Because he was holding the sword, he at least felt at ease.
Lin Xuanyan always believed that as long as he had a sword in his hand, he could slash through any difficulties, obstacles, and hardships, let alone a mere demon tribe living in the northernmost part of the Northern Territory.
The dripping sound of water suddenly intensified, and a trace of violent aura silently tore through the rain curtain, rushing in from all directions.
The rain was even heavier, like pearl curtains, iron armor, fine horses, and golden swords, bringing a chill to the face.
Lin Xuanyan turned around and glanced at Lu Jiajing. Lu Jiajing was leaning against the ancient stone statue, also looking at him, but the expression on her face was unclear.
Lin Xuanyan said softly: "Your injuries are too severe, you should recuperate in the ancient temple first, and we will fight our way out first."
Lu Jiajing nodded slightly, her voice a little hoarse: "Be careful..."
Lin Xuanyan no longer hesitated, and rushed into the heavy rain curtain with sword in hand, followed closely by Su Lingshu.
The heavy rain instantly submerged their figures.
A moment later, there was a rustling sound from the rain curtain, the wind became stronger, the rain was heavy, and lightning flashed in the sky, making the ancient temple flicker, and the statues of gods and ghosts in it looked even more majestic.
Lu Jiajing sat alone in the ancient temple, feeling the faint breath flowing in his body, his mind following the two completely opposite breaths.
After Lin Xuanyan left, she no longer suppressed the injuries in her body, and coughed repeatedly.
She kept forming seals and regulating her breathing, but the two auras in her body, one yin and one yang, were very weak. They were running in opposite directions, and even though they had the same destination, they could never merge together.
The immortal way has been damaged, and the yin and yang way is also on the verge of collapse.
My body is like this old temple that is leaking wind and rain, full of holes, and I don't know when it will collapse in a stormy night.
Lu Jiajing lowered his head, looking lonely.
In the heavy rain, the blood gradually formed a pool of blood.
The blood of the green demon is also red, but the color is darker and thicker, and it takes a long time for the rain to dissolve it.
The ugly grey-clothed youth in the lead stood high on a tall tree, looking up.
The cold wind blew his gray cloth clothes whistling.
The green demons riding on demon beasts in front of us were so numerous and fierce, their empty eyes made the cold wind in the forest seem even more sinister.
"You again?" Su Lingshu looked at the young man in gray with a gloomy expression.
The young man in gray laughed: "If the girl is willing to visit Qingyao City, I will definitely give an order to drive away all the soldiers and save your friend's life."
Su Lingshu's eyes were like lightning, and he said coldly: "You used so many lives to exchange for a woman like me, and the demon race is also so dissolute?"
The young man in gray said with a smile, "In the Green Demon Clan, when a person dies, it is like a fallen leaf returning to its roots. In the spring of next year, they will be reborn. How can there be any such thing as death? Besides, with the girl's beauty, even ten cities cannot exchange it for her. Since the young master has ordered us to do this, we subordinates will naturally serve you."
The young man in gray stopped talking nonsense. His figure trembled slightly in the air and then disappeared from the spot. A rustling sound was heard in the forest, as if clothes were brushing against fallen leaves in the forest.
Su Lingshu took a step forward silently, walked to Lin Xuanyan's side, and said softly: "Be careful, this gray-clothed boy has insufficient cultivation, so you must not be careless."
Lin Xuanyan nodded, exhaled a breath of foul air, and his figure was like a lightning bolt that tore away. In ancient times, the first sword light shone. After a thousand years of silence, the first light was so bright that the raindrops could be clearly seen.
As if an order had been issued by the demon army, the thousands of demons hiding in the forest suddenly rushed out and rushed towards the two.
"Leave the women alive, kill all the men." The strange voice of the young man in gray clothes came from the rain.
At the same time, thin grey lines pierced through the rain like sword lights. Lin Xuanyan took a deep breath, twisted his wrist and pulled out the sword, disappearing on the spot.
Originally, Lin Xuanyan's cultivation was greatly affected during this trip to the Northern Territory. However, he had a chance to obtain this good sword that was no less good than the ancient one. The ancient sword spirit that had been accumulated for thousands of years flowed into his body and repaired many of his broken sword hearts. Therefore, his realm did not decline but improved. He took this opportunity to faintly reach the threshold of the ninth realm. Although there was still a gap compared to the previous pseudo-transformation realm, it should not be a problem to deal with these little monsters with low cultivation and retreat unscathed.
Lin Xuanyan had already fallen into the encirclement of the vast sea of demons like an arrow piercing the wind and a rainbow chiseling the earth.
Su Lingshu took out a small bell from her sleeve. She didn't care about the rain running all over the ground. She sat cross-legged on the grass. The bell made a pleasant sound, which sprinkled all over her body. The sound that sounded soft was not the spring breeze, but it was better than the spring breeze.
Flowers were blooming around Su Lingshu, and countless phantoms bloomed along with the blooming flowers. Among the phantoms, there were fairies scattering flowers, cranes dancing, phoenixes dancing in the sky, and many strange phenomena.
But these images are not the truth, all hidden beneath the splendor is murderous intent.
The monsters that attacked Su Lingshu were swallowed up by the illusion and turned into blood and mud between the grass, melting back into the land.
Su Lingshu gently shook the bell. This was one of her treasures. However, it consumed a lot of mana to use it. However, there were too many monsters today, so she had to fight quickly.
Her face became paler and paler, and the color on her lips gradually faded, but she still closed her eyes and shook the bell, and the bright vision made her face look brilliant.
Lin Xuanyan's situation was much more tragic. He kept swinging his sword, the tip of the sword changed from being free and easy at the beginning to just the simplest and most effective swing later. He slashed left and right, blood splashed, but never fell on his white robe. The hard skins of countless monsters were chopped apart by this ancient sword as if cutting paper, and their heads and bodies were separated.
There were constant howlings in the forest, and huge monsters fell one after another. The green monster on top was more powerful, but it still posed no threat in front of Lin Xuanyan's sword.
But the most terrifying thing is still the number of the Green Demon Clan. Human power will eventually be exhausted, and the Green Demons can completely wear him down with the human wave tactics. But can he really kill them all with his current strength?
And the gray-clothed boy who mysteriously disappeared must be lurking somewhere in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
He suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind, turned the sword blade, shouted softly, and the Qi in his heart circulated around his body. He exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the sword energy flowed out like a galloping horse.
The rain curtain was instantly torn apart like a gauze curtain. The rain that was cut by the sword surprisingly did not evaporate, but suddenly bounced out, shooting out like steel balls, piercing through the bodies of several weaker monsters.
The green monsters looked weak but were actually very strong. The huge impact of the raindrops made them fall forward and backward, but they were unable to penetrate their bodies.
The sound of the sword cutting through the spine continued to be heard.
Lin Xuanyan's eyes were red with killing intent, and he switched from holding the sword with one hand to holding it with both hands. The sword light rose and fell, opening and closing, and his hands seemed to be flying away with the sword.
The killing continued, the blood and noise continued to spread, and every drop of rain seemed to carry blood and a fishy smell.
There were corpses everywhere in the wilderness, and the number of green monsters emerging from the nearby jungle was much smaller, far less dense than at the beginning.
A raindrop the size of a soybean fell and landed on Lin Xuanyan's clothes, leaving a dark stain.
He glanced at his clothes from the corner of his eye, gasping for breath, trying to suppress the injuries in his body.
The circulation of Qi was already twice as slow as it was at the beginning. He didn't know whether he would collapse first or the Green Monster would be killed first.
He glanced at the green demons that surrounded him, and then glanced at the ancient temple not far behind him.
He was covered in blood and guarded the temple gate. With no way to retreat, he had no choice but to fight to the death.
More and more rain broke through the sword energy that protected his body and fell on him.
The sound of the bells in my ears gradually faded.
He had no time to turn around and look at Su Lingshu behind him. He believed in the strength of this mysterious girl. Although Qing Yao was going after her, he still felt that he was dragging her down, and he felt a sense of guilt.
In a split second between life and death, he had no time to think. At the temple gate, he, dressed in white, swept away like a gust of wind and rushed towards the demon soldiers again.
The rain gradually soaked my clothes.
His sword-swinging posture became increasingly clumsy, like swinging a knife, and the wounds on the monster's body became increasingly irregular, from smooth and flat at first to now full of pits and holes.
Finally, when Lin Xuanyan raised his sword, a chilling aura appeared in the air.
That aura was like a tiger waiting for its chance to strike, waiting for the moment when Lin Xuanyan's momentum had reached its lowest point before suddenly striking out.
The young man in gray finally reappeared in the midst of the storm.
The thunder and lightning in the sky had gradually faded, but the rain had reached its peak, and the turbulent rain was like dust rising up, like mercury covering the ground.
The Green Demon Clan is different from humans, and they have a unique advantage on rainy days.
The rain will nourish their hearts and lungs, making their magic more complete.
Humans have to use their strength to resist the rapid rain that falls like steel balls.
As one gains, the other loses. Even if Lin Xuanyan holds the ancient sword, it will become increasingly strenuous until he is completely exhausted.
The gray-clothed youth attacked from behind, silently. He had calculated that according to Lin Xuanyan's current speed, he would definitely not be able to block the attack he had carefully prepared.
Even if he blocked it, he would still be seriously injured.
Su Lingshu opened her eyes in shock. She noticed the gray-clothed boy's trajectory, but it was too late for her to stop him. She could only watch helplessly as a streak of scales pierced through Lin Xuanyan's back a moment later.
Tear!
A string of sparks suddenly appeared, lighting up two pairs of eyes.
The two pairs of eyes met in the rain for only a split second, as fast as the sudden death or life.
The gray boy looked limp, and the thorn in his hand broke into two pieces, instantly falling into the sticky blood. He quickly retreated, and he had no time to think about why Lin Xuanyan could react so quickly. If this attack failed, it failed. He would just try again later.
Lin Xuanyan also waited for a long time for the gray-clothed boy to attack, and he also paid a great price in order to lure him into action.
For example, this body of rain, and many attacks that could not hurt me.
Since he had waited so long for this attack, it was impossible for him to let the young man in gray escape.
Gudai flew out and rushed towards the young man in gray.
The speed was much faster than his escape speed.
"Puff!" A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out from Lin Xuanyan's mouth.
In the ancient times, when the gray-clothed boy was hit, his back was also hit hard.
The mantis stalks the cicada, but there is still a yellow bird behind it.
The young man in gray fell to the ground with serious injuries, his arm was broken in half, but a ferocious smile appeared on his face.
He held Gudai tightly with his other hand, trying to buy time for the person who attacked Lin Xuanyan.
Bang! A handful of blood exploded behind him.
The moment the sword left his hand, Lin Xuanyan was at a loss for a moment.
This moment of distraction was fatal. He felt a chill in his chest, as if a knife was pressing against it, ready to break through his skin and pierce his heart in the next moment.
At the critical moment, a bell rang.
At some point, Su Lingshu disappeared from the spot.
A flash of green light flashed by, and the girl used her hand as a knife to fall from the air, instantly splitting the green vines that were wrapped around his arms and piercing into his body.
As soon as the girl landed, her steps changed rapidly, her body moved swiftly, and she stepped out a series of phantoms, sometimes punching, sometimes turning her palms into knives, pressing hard.
He used his offensive force to suppress the man.
At this time, Gudai had already escaped from the control of the gray-clothed boy and returned to Lin Xuanyan's hands. The boy wielded the sword and pierced through the rain and the curtain. The bright sword light was more dazzling than the lightning in the sky.
The person who attacked was the young master of the Green Demon Clan!
He never showed up, just waiting for this opportunity.
However, the two had never expected that this purple-haired girl would be so strong.
One wrong move and the whole game is lost.
The young master of the green demon didn't even exchange glances with the young man in gray, and they fled in different directions.
Lin Xuanyan showed a hint of ruthlessness, and the sword light illuminated the dark sky, so that every drop of rain became a sword.
In the vast fog, the Green Demon Young Master's shrill screams were heard, tearing his heart apart.
The falling rain kept cutting his body, cutting him beyond recognition and leaving him with thousands of holes.
Su Lingshu went after the gray-clothed boy. The sound of bells rang in her palms in an orderly manner. The gray-clothed boy was like seeing his natural enemy. Every time the bells rang, his body would slow down a bit. Soon, Su Lingshu flew over him.
The young man in gray raised his head and looked at the pretty girl who was chasing him like a falcon, feeling a little desperate.
The raindrops that were supposed to nourish his breath were like whips hitting him.
He couldn't help but think of the day when his family was destroyed.
It was also a heavy rain.
He was originally from the Graywood Clan, but the Graywood Clan was not well-known in the Northern Territory and could not compare to the Green Demon Clan which was at its peak.
The Green Demon Clan has always been intolerant of those who are different from them, and has never stopped hunting down the Gray Wood Clan.
Five years ago, the Graywood Clan, who wanted to move away from trouble, was exposed and was surrounded and annihilated by the Green Monster.
He alone survived.
Because he was the one who leaked the information and coordinated with the outside world, a member of the Huimu tribe.
That day, he personally killed the big man of the Graywood tribe who had bullied him, and also personally killed his relatives who had been very kind to him.
He did not feel the pleasure of killing his enemies, nor did he feel the guilt of killing his relatives.
That day his mood was even colder and more indifferent than the rainstorm.
From then on, he became the confidant of the young master of the Green Demon Clan and devoted himself to the Green Demon Clan.
But he knew that deep inside his body, the blood of the Graywood Clan still flowed, even though that blood had never been warm.
He also knew that he was attached to the Green Demon only for temporary peace, and a good man should have ambitions to go far.
But today he was so close to death again, he was unwilling to accept it.
Life and death are realized in a moment.
He suddenly remembered the forbidden technique of the Huimu clan, the reverse reincarnation technique.
His face was hideous, blood was seeping from the corners of his mouth, and his body was washed by the rain until it was as thin as paper.
Su Lingshu came to above his body.
A beam of light fell from her sleeves and pierced into the body of the gray-clothed boy like a flash of lightning.
The girl who was originally determined to win suddenly frowned.
She immediately followed the direction in which the gray-clothed boy was falling.
When she got closer, she suddenly realized that the young man in gray had disappeared without a trace, and she had only stabbed a gray shirt.
On the other side, the young master of the Green Demon was nailed to the ground by a sword, barely surviving, barely breathing.
Those remaining green demons dared not act rashly after seeing the young master being captured.
Su Lingshu quickly came to Lin Xuanyan's side, and Lin Xuanyan gave him a questioning look.
The girl shook her head and said regretfully: "He ran away."
Lin Xuanyan did not ask further. The green demon in front of him was obviously of a more noble status.
"If you kill me, the Green Demon Clan will never let you go. You will never be able to walk out of the Green Demon Clan's territory alive." The Green Demon Young Master's face was ferocious.
In this fierce battle, Lin Xuanyan was also seriously injured.
The wound that had been suppressed began to spread again, and blood oozed out, slowly staining the white robe red.
The rain in the sky gradually faded away, and everything came to an end.
Lin Xuanyan raised his sword expressionlessly and stabbed at the young master of the Green Demon.
At the moment of death, the young master became extremely crazy, "Come on, I must kill him..."
The words stopped abruptly, and the sword cut his throat.
The body of the young master of the Green Demon was broken into two pieces, but the smile on his face became even more bizarre.
That dry voice sounded again.
"I will not die. The death of the Qingyao clan is the beginning. Next year I will be reborn. I will wait for you on the road to the underworld. You can't escape..."
That voice echoed across the wilderness like a curse.
When the Green Demons saw their young master being killed, they no longer hesitated and instead of retreating, they rushed towards Lin Xuanyan like crazy.
Lin Xuanyan dragged his sword on the ground, turned his head and looked at them indifferently, like the ruthless god of death in Yama Palace.
...
In the ancient temple, Lu Jiajing's coughing became more and more intense. The chaotic breath in her body was tangled and chaotic, rushing around, constantly wandering between her acupoints and lungs, causing a cramping pain.
The natal lotus flower moved around the body, constantly stabilizing and balancing the aura around it.
It took a lot of effort to suppress the slight injury.
She glanced at the tightly closed temple door. The sounds of fighting were getting farther and farther away, and it seemed that the battle was drawing to a close.
She always believed that Lin Xuanyan could win, no matter who his opponent was.
The temple roof was leaking, and there was a lot of water in the potholes in the temple. She looked at the accumulated water and saw her face reflected in the water. The ancient temple was dim and her face was miserable and desolate.
She leaned against the wall, curled up, and began to resist the chaotic airflow in her body again. She knew that if she couldn't control it, her Yin-Yang Dao cultivation might be destroyed today.
At the critical moment of her practice, she suddenly felt a shock in her mind.
The wall on the side of the ancient temple was moved by something, and dust began to fall off with a rustling sound. Lu Jiajing looked at the gap that suddenly opened on the wall of the ancient temple, as if he was facing a great enemy.
A naked boy suddenly fell into the ancient temple. His face looked strange, and his skin, which looked like tree scales, was covered with scars and large gaps. In the gaps were lines like tree rings.
In the silent ancient temple, Lu Jiajing and the gray-clothed boy who had escaped death suddenly looked at each other.
There was only a fleeting moment of surprise between their eyes.
Both sides' hearts immediately tensed up. Lu Jiajing subconsciously activated her Qi Sea, but the already unstable Qi in her body was forcibly interrupted, making it worse. She suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood. She covered her chest and gasped violently, trying to suppress the injury.
The young man in gray was naked, his body like an old tree gradually aged, like a monster that had been beaten back to its original form, gradually degenerating into its original body.
He looked at Lu Jiajing in a dull manner, and his eyes, which should have been lifeless, suddenly lit up with a blazing light, like a man who had walked in the desert for several days and saw an oasis before dying.
Especially when the young man in gray saw Lu Jiajing spitting blood, he was even more ecstatic. He rushed towards Lu Jiajing like crazy and grabbed her collar. On his dry cheeks, the pair of eyes were like dried up and smelly water, disgusting.
Lu Jiajing took a deep breath, and a beam of green light burst out, forcing the young man in gray to retreat several steps.
The two of them were very close to each other and looked at each other again.
Lu Jiajing was naturally aware of his own physical condition. Although the young man in gray was also seriously injured, he couldn't even mobilize his true energy at the moment, and was even worse than an ordinary person.
Her mind raced, and she said coldly, "It's not easy to escape death. If you push your luck, don't blame me for destroying your foundation. Ahem... ahem..."
It would have been fine if Lu Jiajing hadn't spoken. As soon as she opened her mouth, blood spurted out. She started coughing violently, covering her mouth with her hands with difficulty, but her eyes were fixed on the young man from the Graywood Clan. She must not show any sign of retreat at this moment.
The gray-wood boy also stared at her intently, trying his best to detect the truth from the slightest clues on her body.
Suddenly the young man was startled. He saw a green lotus blooming faintly above Lu Jiajing's head.
The illusory image that looked like a Taoist blue lotus was inherently holy and had a natural suppressive effect on monsters.
The gray-wood boy subconsciously took a step back. He looked at Lu Jiajing with the look of a starving man salivating over a sumptuous meal through the wire mesh.
Lu Jiajing's face was as cold as ice. She formed a strange hand seal with her hands. Her aura changed, as if she was ready to use magic items to slay demons at any time.
The gray-wood boy retreated again and again, and when he touched the temple door, his heart suddenly trembled.
The cold wall touched the back of his head, giving him a lot of clarity.
The past is passing by like a flash.
He couldn't help but reveal an icy smile.
In this life, I have been calculating and conceited about my intelligence.
Hesitating and worrying about gains and losses, he finally became too clever and ended up like this, living a miserable life.
Mu Ben is heartless, but heartlessness does not mean that he cannot make choices for himself.
He suddenly clenched his fists and took a slight step forward.
"If you stick your head out, you'll get a knife. Today I'm going to kill you in this ruined temple!" The gray-wood boy smiled grimly, and as if he had used up all his strength, he rushed in front of Lu Jiajing.
The lotus on Lu Jiajing's head, which was originally a bluff, suddenly shattered. The gray-wood boy was overjoyed and no longer had any worries. He immediately pressed down Lu Jiajing's mouth as she tried to open it to call for help.
He leaned in front of Lu Jiajing, his eyes wandering over that beautiful face.
In just a few days, Lu Jiajing fell into this situation again. She wanted to say something to buy herself some time, but this gray-wood boy was more experienced and cunning, and he made it impossible for her to speak.
The gray-wood boy had already begun to tear off her clothes.
At this moment, the young man was also exhausted and had no intention to slowly undress her.
The sound of tearing silk rang out in the ancient temple, and the gray-wooden boy looked mad.
The clothes were torn into pieces, and the plump and tender breasts broke free from the restraint of the clothes and popped out like big white rabbits. The top of the mountain was a faint crimson, and the scenery was unique in the world.
But the gray-wooden boy didn't even play with those plump breasts. He desperately pulled the dress of Lu Jiajing's lower body, revealing her slender white legs again. The red spot between her legs was even more beautiful and intoxicating. The gray-wooden boy looked at Lu Jiajing's legs that she wanted to close to cover them, and his expression was ecstatic as if he was crazy.
"I've played with some demon girls with the young master before, but he always ate the main course, and I could only have the leftovers. Your body is better than all the women I've played with before. Today I'm going to grab your big tits and fuck your pussy hard to see if you can still be so cool..."
Suddenly, the gray-wood boy stopped talking, slapped himself, grinned and cursed: "You are so talkative."
Someone once told him through words and deeds that one should never talk too much when doing things. How many people die because of talking too much?
Especially those villains with bad intentions.
He loosened his hands that were covering Lu Jiajing's mouth, opened his hands on both sides, and suddenly opened her tightly clamped thighs. He pulled and lifted them hard, and the pair of extremely slender and attractive legs were lifted onto his shoulders. His own reproductive organs stood up again like a dead tree coming back to life.
Lu Jiajing's lips suddenly relaxed, and she finally could speak and said quickly, "Stop it, I will definitely save your life when they come."
"The way is high and lofty. It is not worth giving up your life for a moment of lust!"
"When my magic power is restored, I will give you a blue lotus. Not to mention the realm of enlightenment, your future entry into the peak of the Ninth Realm will definitely not be a fantasy."
"You are a smart man. My body as a woman is not as valuable as your life!"
The gray-wood boy did not waver. His wooden stick, with human desire and heat, pressed against her labia, parting the two pink lips, as if an arrow was on the string, about to be inserted into this noble vagina.
Lu Jiajing shouted: "Let me go!"
"Let me go this time, I can help you with my mouth, or you can fuck me from behind!"
Lu Jiajing spoke very quickly. When she talked about inserting into her from behind, the gray-clothed boy who had been indifferent finally paused. Such obscene words came from the mouth of the high and mighty Qingmu Palace Master. Lu Jiajing herself couldn't help but feel extremely ashamed, but there were priorities, and she definitely couldn't care less at the moment.
Seeing that the gray-wood boy was wavering, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief and opened her mouth to continue to persuade him with reason and benefits.
Suddenly her thighs were lifted up suddenly, and with a snap, the young man slapped Lu Jiajing's butt hard.
"You take me for a fool!"
His face was grim, and his smile was strange and extremely smug.
The penis pressing against the vaginal opening suddenly paused, then suddenly exerted force and penetrated it in one go.
The world is dead silent.
Blood flowed from between Lu Jiajing's legs, it was virgin blood.
The stray-dog boy from the Graywood tribe took away her virginity just like that.
The tearing pain pierced her heart. Lu Jiajing looked down at the blood flowing from the joint. The spiritual energy in her eyes shattered and the brilliance disappeared.
It was like a bottomless lonely grave, burying the despair and sadness deep into the bone marrow.
She has kept her chastity for five hundred years. Her former lover did not take her body away. The great elder on the floating island did not take her body away. Although the princes and rulers of the Xuanyuan Dynasty took her back garden, they also kept her virginity. The most thrilling incident was the Shura King's recent incident, but he was rescued at the critical moment.
And today, in this cold and dilapidated temple.
Under the gaze of the ruined ghosts and gods in the temple.
This high and mighty, extremely noble, and with a beauty that is unrivaled in the country, the Grand Palace Master of Qingmu Palace, Lu Jiajing, a saintly lady of a country, was actually forcibly taken away by such a lowly and ugly monster.
The gray-clothed boy's face was distorted beyond recognition. He began to thrust in and out of Lu Jiajing's body.
Lu Jiajing looked at the penis moving back and forth inside her body, and watched him grab her plump breasts and knead and pull them back and forth. She was still being toyed with by him, and her whole body was still being touched by that dirty and cheap hand.
She was completely unaware of any humiliation or pain she felt.
She just felt her mind was blank, everything was moving away from her.
At this moment, Lu Jiajing's heart was completely shattered.
...
Outside the temple, the sound of rain has stopped, and the ground is littered with broken pieces of body parts.
Lin Xuanyan pulled the sword out of the last green demon's body and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He looked around, looking at the tragic scene that looked like hell, his expression became colder and colder.
Su Lingshu patted his shoulder: "Are you okay?"
Lin Xuanyan's expression eased slightly: "It's okay."
He put away the ancient, glanced at the blood-mist filled jungle, and said softly: "There should be no danger nearby, you go check the road, I will go back to the temple to bring Lu Jiajing out. We need to leave here as soon as possible."
Su Lingshu nodded in agreement.
Lin Xuanyan returned to the ancient temple. When he pushed open the temple door, his heart suddenly beat like a drum, and he had a strong sense of foreboding.
Amid the harsh sound of "Zila", the dilapidated temple door was pushed open. The light was dim and dust could be vaguely seen floating.
Lin Xuanyan's face turned pale, he was stunned for a moment, then he rushed into the temple in one swift step.
"Lu Jiajing! What's wrong with you?" Lin Xuanyan held her shoulders and continuously sent her Qi, but her body was like a hole and couldn't bear even a little bit of Qi.
This is a sign of spiritual collapse.
Lu Jiajing looked at him indifferently, with an expression that was extremely cold and dull.
She was naked, with marks of being grabbed and pinched all over, her legs spread apart, and white turbidity mixed with blood was flowing out of her labia, making it a mess.
Next to her, there was a naked body.
The corpse was like a dead tree, and the penis beneath him had withered, but his face had a dark smile on it until his death.
After all, I was too careless.
For a moment, self-blame and regret filled his chest. He opened his arms and wanted to hug Lu Jiajing, but Lu Jiajing pushed him away.
"I'm sorry." Lin Xuanyan said softly.
Lu Jiajing did not answer. She was like a walking corpse with only a shell in her body. Her heart was colder than her body.
Lin Xuanyan said cautiously: "The Great Dao can be reshaped. I will take you to kill all the Green Demons, okay?"
Lu Jiajing finally spoke, her voice no longer pleasant, with a hint of dryness: "Don't go."
She pursed her lips and said with difficulty: "You will die."
Lin Xuanyan held her hand and said, "It's okay. I'm not afraid."
Lu Jiajing looked at him and suddenly asked: "Do you like me?"
Lin Xuanyan's eyes gradually became moist. He held her hand tightly and said in a trembling voice, "I have always admired and loved Palace Master Lu."
"Oh, Palace Master Lu." Lu Jiajing turned her head and leaned against the wall, her hair slightly messy, sticking to her pretty face.
Lin Xuanyan wanted to reach out and help her with her hair, but was pushed away by Lu Jiajing again.
Lin Xuanyan felt bitter in his heart and was speechless for a moment.
Lu Jiajing said in a faint voice, "I have waited for you for five hundred years, and you have wasted my time for five hundred years. You are not worthy of me at all."
Lin Xuanyan was stunned as if struck by lightning, and said: "You...what did you say?"
"There were so many people pursuing me, but I chose you, a heartless man, among so many people. I have always had bad taste."
Lu Jiajing turned her head and looked at the dumbfounded Lin Xuanyan with a smile that seemed to be crying. A bitter feeling instantly filled her chest, and in an instant, the beauty's face was covered with tears.
Her voice was choked and hoarse, like the first melting stream on the ice field.
"Ye Linyuan, how long are you going to keep pretending?!"
It was as if there were five thunderbolts hitting my head, something exploded inside my body, there was a buzzing sound, and all thoughts stopped in an instant.
After a long silence, Lin Xuanyan finally came back to his senses. He asked in shock: "When did you know?"
"When I saw the Xianyu Sword that day, I knew it was you." Lu Jiajing looked calm, but tears kept flowing.
"I have been waiting for you, year after year, although I can no longer tell whether it is obsession or love. I am no longer the Lu Jiajing of that year, and you are no longer the you of that year. But I am still very happy to see you again. How about you?"
That year, the girl was wearing a green skirt, beautiful and proud. They first met among the flowers at the mountain gate. The girl lifted her skirt and walked carefully, pity the fragrant grass everywhere.
That year, the sixteen-year-old girl grew blue lotuses all over the sky at the top of Wuya Peak, between the sea of clouds, and won the admiration of the world.
That year, the girl was as elegant as jade. She tapped her head with her fingers and said, "Fool, you are so dull, you will definitely be bullied in the future. Why don't you just follow me? I will protect you."
Do you want to practice?
My sister stole the secret book to support you.
The handsome boy looked at the spirited girl stupidly and nodded foolishly.
At that time, the mountains were full of flowers, the waterfalls roared, and the glittering sunshine melted all the beauty in the world.
That year, that year...
Over the past five hundred years, the mountains and rivers have changed, the weather has changed, the warmth and coldness have disappeared, and human feelings have disappeared.
The boy's vision was blurred. He stretched out his hand tremblingly and wanted to touch her cheek, but Lu Jiajing grabbed it. She stretched out her hand and flicked Lin Xuanyan's forehead with all her strength. Time passed, and it seemed like a dream back to the past. She kissed her with her cherry lips and choked up, "What a fool..."
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