In the silent room, the woman hugged her beloved man gently, her delicate cheek pressed against his chest, Qing was in a daze, not knowing what to do.
This scene seems so warm and sentimental. It is a happy thing for lovers to finally get married. But when you think that Yuan will die soon, how can this make you happy?
"It's great. I have been waiting for this moment for six thousand years..."
Yao closed his eyes and quietly felt the temperature of Qing's chest, which seemed so sweet and happy. But when Qing heard these words, he could no longer resist the guilt and self-blame in his heart, and Yao
Hug him tightly in his arms.
Maybe this woman is really worth loving.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Qing was like an ignorant child, repeating these three words in his mouth. He had never liked any woman before. He just followed his own desires and acted without thinking about the consequences.
But at this moment, he truly understood the seriousness of his past mistakes. All the beauties who had spent time with him had disappeared into the dust. Now there was only one rumor left, and he had only one rumor left.
Yao broke away from Qing's arms, and then slowly pushed Qing out.
"I'm glad you can come. I think it's God's blessing to see you again in the last moment of my life... I have nothing to worry about anymore, and you can go back and do your thing. Thank you, Qing. I'm very satisfied.
Already."
Just when Qing was about to say something else, Yao shook his head.
"Qing, you don't want to see my old and sallow appearance, right? It's already the end of my strength to maintain this appearance in this state. If you continue to waste it like this, I won't be able to hold on anymore. Just let the rumors in Qing's heart keep her.
The best way to look at it is to leave you a thought, okay?"
Perhaps none of the people of the Monster Clan can understand that the great commander who has protected them for thousands of years has such a tender side.
But Qing had no intention of quitting. A small box similar to an ice coffin slowly appeared in the palm of his hand. A terrifying cold air swept out of it. In just an instant, the room was completely wiped out.
Everything except the two of them was frozen into ice sculptures.
Feeling the howling cold wind, a look of surprise appeared on Yao's face that was difficult to conceal:
"This is Xuanling?"
But before she could react, she saw the ice coffin grow larger in an instant, and then completely enveloped Yao.
With a bang, the ice coffin closed tightly, and Yao remained motionless inside, lying quietly in the center of the ice coffin like a sleeping beauty.
The sacred weapon of the demon tribe—Xuanling Ice Coffin!
This is a sealed magic weapon. Under the urging of the Demon Emperor, the power of the holy weapon is even greater. It can even seal a person as powerful as Yuan. Although this is indeed detrimental to Yuan's current strength, and it is careless.
Sorry, but it was indeed a success.
This ice coffin has only one function - an eternal seal!
In this ice coffin, as long as outsiders are not prepared to release the people inside, the people inside will be permanently sealed in it.
Even time will be frozen inside. This was created by the previous demon emperor with unknown secret methods, but now it is used by the demon emperor to protect Yui and hang on to her last breath of life.
"I won't let you die, no."
Looking at the person in the ice coffin, Qing's heart was full of mixed feelings. Maybe people only know how to cherish before they are lost. In any case, Qing has now understood that Yao may be the person he cares about most now.
He has found his true heart.
...
"Senior, you must be the high priest of the demon clan."
Ji Dao cupped his fists and bowed slightly to show his respect. The high priest in front of him responded with a faint smile.
"Ultra, right? Before we start, I want to ask why you want to find that door."
The high priest's gaze that seemed to be able to penetrate everything fell directly on him. Jidao suddenly felt enveloped in a bright light and felt uncomfortable all over. However, he still answered the high priest's question bravely.
"It appears in my memory, and I want to understand my connection with it. Before that, I first have to understand what it is."
"In memory..."
A trace of surprise clearly flashed through the eyes of the high priest. He frowned slightly and then said:
"Are you sure it's in your memory and not in your dream?"
"What do you mean?"
Ji Dao was a little confused. Is there any difference between the two?
"If it is in a dream, then this door is probably imaginary. It may be that someone you know well mentioned these things, and then you constructed a similar scene. If so, then this door
The door is probably not the one I'm talking about, do you understand what I mean?"
Jidao nodded, which means that you may have really dreamed of such a door. But if it is a dream, such a door may be a combination that you pieced together from memory fragments, no.
What is its practical significance?
Even if it is really similar to something in reality, it is just a coincidence. This means that this door has nothing to do with you, and all the questions you ask are in vain.
"High Priest, I can't be sure. This door does seem to have appeared in a dream. But it feels like it happened to me, because I also saw a figure. When I saw this figure
At that moment, I felt an indescribable feeling of heartache that I don't think I would have felt if we had nothing to do with each other."
Hearing this, the high priest also nodded slowly, only to see that his body, which seemed to have been half submerged in the loess, suddenly jumped up and stood in front of the Jida!
This is really not like the speed that an old man can possess. The high priest's cultivation level must be extremely high. The moment he saw the high priest leaping up, although Ji Dao was a little surprised, he was not afraid. Since the high priest wanted to fight with him
Talking alone will definitely not hurt him.
In other words, it should be someone like the high priest who has aroused interest in the Yakuza, which is also extremely beneficial to him.
Now there are signs that the high priest wants to tell him about the door.
"Do you know where this door is?"
"Juniors don't know."
Hearing this, the high priest pointed his withered finger straight down, and then said lightly the origin of the door:
"The Realm of the Underworld - the Gate of Resurrection."