Rumor has it that Demon Lords have always practiced "Soul Demon Dream". It is a powerful technique that has terrifying destructive power, but comes with unexplainable side effects. Anyone who practices evil techniques will become more and more crazy as their skills improve, and will eventually become sane. No tragic death.
Lintianjun, who was the most famous at the time, was no exception.
Today's Demon Lord, the Lord of the Soul-killing Sect, is probably in a violent stage, and his aging body cannot withstand the powerful spiritual core.
It is also understandable that Lin Yi's body has been stolen time and time again, but Ye Chen is worried about when the people of the Soul Killing Cult will target the little master. After all, so far, there is no one better than her as a body. People.
"You are drawing absent-mindedly. What are you thinking about?"
The door was pushed open with a creak, and there was a cold fragrance. Ye Chen, who was standing in front of the desk and drawing, was slightly startled. In almost an instant, he rolled up the drawing paper hurriedly, not caring that the ink on it was still wet. Dry it and stuff it into your sleeves.
He turned around and said, "My disciple is thinking that Senior Brother Lin's body always disappears for a few days and then is returned intact to the ancestral tomb mountain. Is that man really free to do anything?"
"Who said it was intact?" Cong Ran rejected Ye Chen's words, "His body can no longer bear the tossing. If he disappears three times, what he returns will most likely be a jar of ashes."
The cultivation methods of demon cultivators have never been on the market. They either absorb the cultivation of living people or drain the spiritual cores of the dead and use them for their own purposes to cultivate a certain kind of single-minded spirit and quickly improve. If you are not careful, your mental power will be greatly reduced. Collapse and going crazy are inevitable trends.
"Too unconscionable!"
Ye Chen's sudden words made Ran's eyes move away from him and back again. She said calmly: "Not all demon cultivators are like this, let's take you for example."
The sun comes out in the west, and the little master actually praises himself?
Less than three seconds after I secretly rejoiced, the cold words came to my mind, and my brows felt as if they were covered in frost, and my warm heart slowed down by half a beat.
"Have you repaired the realm of the tomb in the back mountain?"
"Um, not yet."
"Still not going?"
"Disciple, go right away..."
As he spoke, Ye Chen was about to rush out of the room, but when his legs were about to cross the threshold, Cong Ran stopped him.
"Wait a minute." She took her time to look at Ye Chen's slight loss of composure, and raised her lips in a good mood, "You take the painting with you when you are doing things? Leave it alone, as my teacher won't look at it."
Ye Chen awkwardly took out the drawing paper from his sleeve, put it on the stage, and left in a hurry. Considering that he had been pestering the young master for more than a hundred years, he certainly knew that she would not go to see the portrait, but why was he looking forward to it? When he came back, the drawing paper had been touched and disappeared?
I'm really stunned...
There are thousands of tombs in the ancestral tombs of the Lin family. Throughout the ages, disciples of Salvation have all respected and believed in them. This matter can be traced back to Old Man Lin, who helped Salvation a lot and made it the leading sect.
The damage to the barrier was not big, so Ye Chen used up some spiritual power to make up for it. Not worrying about its stability, he applied a formation and walked along an inconspicuous path.
I wanted to try my luck to see if I could bump into a body thief, but unexpectedly I saw a person sneaking around in the grass not long after I took this route.
He is dressed in dark clothes, and at first glance he is not a good person.
"What are you doing here if you don't sleep in the middle of the night?"
Ye Chen spoke solemnly, the black and red "Xunwei" sword in his hand was glowing with a faint red light, and it seemed that with just one command, he could take away the life of the person in front of him.
The instinctive reaction was to turn around and take a look after hearing the noise, but this person ran away after hearing the sound, using all his strength to avoid being caught.
Unfortunately, he dropped a jade pendant while running, which reflected light under the moonlight. Ye Chen waved a piece of paper spell and hit him on the back, bent down to pick up the jade pendant, and looked down at the words engraved on it.
Calligraphy and engravings.
He said uncertainly: "You...are the second son of the Lin family, Lin Yubin?"
"Brother Ye, if nothing happens, please give in." The face of the man in black changed drastically. Even though most of his face was covered with black cloth, the shock in his eyes was still clearly visible.
Ye Chen said guiltily: "We are sorry for the tragic death of the young master of the village. But death cannot be changed, not to mention it has been so long. Resurrection of a corpse does not return the soul that left the world. Don't waste your efforts."
If there really was something that could be resurrected through corpses, how could he have held on to a cold corpse for more than fifty years in his previous life? While his spiritual power was raging, he had to endure the golden elixir being shattered little by little every minute.
If he hadn't lost the ability to fight in the final battle, would he be the kind of person who would voluntarily commit suicide by taking poison?
Lin Yubin attacked, and most of the people he was carrying were Lin Yi. Ye Chen was about to continue persuading, but his mouth squirmed, but before he could say anything, a cloud of miasma came to his face. Ye Chen was so shocked that he held his breath, and then a poisonous poison came out of nowhere.
The scorpion attacked him with its tail, but fortunately he dodged it and cut a gash on his sleeve with a slow slap.
"Lin Yubin, you are a disciple of a well-known and upright family. You have no shame in doing such a thing?!" Ye Chen threw out the talisman and stuck it on the poisonous scorpion. Seeing that it was honest, he fiercely swept it towards Lin Yubin, "You relied on your internal strength to break through the talisman.
Are you brave enough to restrain yourself and not be afraid of causing incurable diseases?"
"For him, everything is worth it."
Lin Yubin freed up a hand to wipe the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth. At this time, his spiritual veins were broken in several places, and he was at the end of his strength. He would be defeated without three moves.
After hearing his words, Ye Chen's view of him couldn't help but change. For a moment, he stood in front of him after traveling through time and space.
Ye Mo silently took out the signal bomb, pointed it at the sky, and then "bang" a bright red firework exploded from the sky. The two who were chatting without sleep saw the emergency call signal, and the sword flew over.
Yan Yubin saw something was wrong and quickly threw the body into the hands of Ye Wan who had just landed. Ye Chen and Xie Fang focused their attention on Ye Wan, so they didn't care about that person anymore and took advantage of the opportunity to run away.
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The three of them froze on the spot.
Xie Fang checked Ye Chen roughly and quickly with his spiritual power: "As long as he is fine, this body is...?"
Ye Chen: "It belongs to senior brother."
Ye Wan got to the point when she asked: "That man in black...did you see his face clearly?"
Ye Chen, who lied without blushing, shook his head solemnly, pretending to realize the crisis afterwards, and said fearfully: "I didn't see clearly. Master sent me up the mountain to repair the barrier. When I came down, I saw this person acting suspiciously.
After shouting to stop, he beat me violently and had no choice but to use a flare."
"It's so delicious, even if you die, you have to snatch it away." Xie Fang was unable to refute the fact. He borrowed the body from Ye Wan and said kindly: "I won't do such rough things as carrying the body, girl, go back quickly.
have a rest."
Ye Wan glanced at Ye Chen, who nodded slightly. She hesitated, but still returned to the room first.
Faced with the multiple disappearances of Lin Yi's body, Ye Chen suggested that people be sent to the Cloud-Taking Clan where they specialize in formations. His insistence made Xie Fang silent. Only when Ye Chen was willing to bear the consequences alone did Xie Fang
The body was carried on his shoulders.
Fortunately, the Lin family's ancestral grave is not far from Tayunmen, so I spent a stick of incense.
The corpse carried on his shoulders became lighter and lighter. Xie Fang felt something was wrong. He used the moonlight to look at the corpse. He saw the young owner of the village. It was clearly a straw man made of withered grass and wrapped in clothes!
"Damn it, we were all fooled by that villain!"
Ye Chen had never seen Xie Fang so angry before. His face was as yellow as wax, his lips were white, he was trembling, his whole body was shaking, and his eyes were sunken in the sockets.
His eyes were like a pair of fire beads, staring straight at the dummy.
"Thank you, senior brother... let's first see if there are any other... clues on this straw man."
Before Ye Chen could finish speaking, the fire suddenly burst out and burned the scarecrow. Strangely, the air was filled with the smell of burning flesh.
The turbulent mist rolled heavily here and there, rushing through the dark night, like the spring tide of melting snow, like the smoke drifting from the incense burner.
Seeing that it was lingering, Ye Chen gathered a group of sparks and approached the scarecrow: "It's better to be buried in peace."
"Buried anywhere?"
"No name, no surname... The devil knows who it is, it's up to you."
Xie Fang glanced at Ye Chen, and after extinguishing the fire, he threw the straw man burned into black charcoal to him, "I'm tired, you go bury it, don't bother senior brother with anything, respect the elders."
The premise is that you don’t care about children either!
Ye Chen twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and took the job with a smile.
When Xie Fang left with his sword, the figure of the man holding the body slowly moved. The evening wind made the treetops rustle, and in his calm eyes, he seemed to be thinking about something.
The second son of the Lin family studied alchemy and gave the impression of being a gentle scholar. After today's fight, it was clear that he was a martial artist. Could it be that he was hiding something from his previous life?
As for him stealing Lin Yi's body at all costs, if he wasn't reviving it... then he was working for the Soul Killing Cult.
These disorganized questions were piled up in my mind like a mess, tangled together, and I couldn't figure it out. After Ye Chen handled the corpse, he walked back to Liangzhou Hall sadly.
When he passed the main hall and found that the lights were on, he obviously paused in his steps, then lightened his steps and quickened his pace, like a mouse crossing the street trying to go straight to the side hall, pretending to be in his room all night long.
However, a ghostly figure swayed in front of his face, just an inch away, and hit him full of arms. The slightly sweet gardenia mixed with the scent of soap locust lingered on the tip of his nose, and the young man's ears turned red.
"How long does it take to repair the barrier?" Cong Ran looked directly into his eyes, his distant eyes filled with coldness.
Ye Chen, who didn't want to be beaten, swallowed his saliva and told the truth: "The disciple met a man when he was going down the mountain. He stole the body of the senior brother. It's strange that the disciple's poor cultivation allowed him to escape, but...
What's annoying is that the body snatched was a scarecrow..."
"You can't tell the difference between a living person and a dummy. You are the only one in the world, Ye Jinhua." Cong Ran shook his sleeves and snorted coldly.
Ye Chen, who rarely pretended to be confused, responded and moved his steps. As long as Cong Ran gave the order, he would definitely return to the side hall room in seconds.
The sky full of stars can't illuminate a bright field, and the shadows are stretched out of shape. There is no unnecessary noise around, and there is no unnecessary complexity, as if everything has settled.
Congran Ruoyouruowu sighed.
Just when Ye Chen was confused.
She pondered: "You and your sister were not sold to Fangyuan by your parents because your family was poor and had no money, right?"
For a moment, Ye Chen stared at Cong Ran's face, showing an expression that he couldn't grasp the point. Realizing that he had lost his temper, he lowered his head quickly, his lowered eyelashes covering nearly half of his pupils: "Master, you are joking, disciple."
I don’t understand what you are talking about.”
"Even now, you still don't want to tell the truth?"
"I..." Ye Chen fell into confusion and confusion for a moment. He felt that these were invisible strands that were gradually entangled in his heart that was breaking through the wall. But he could not escape from the siege of these strands.
In the end, he just said, "I don't know how to tell you this."
The light sentence seemed particularly ironic.
Everyone knew that he was an aloof and arrogant emperor, but he kept a pile of yellowed papers in his palace, some of which were written to his deceased mother-in-law, and some to the little one who hated him so much that he wanted to peel off his skin and cramp.
Master, there is also a letter written for myself.
Talking about the past is like being miserable, talking about the future is like daydreaming, and talking about the present is like being a bystander speechless.
No one wants to be the Nine-Five Finger Master. After sitting in this position, he realizes that it is extremely cold at high places. People in the palace call him Master, and people in the world of cultivation call him Emperor. From the time the title changed, he had no one to talk to.
A person who vomits bitterness.
Not to mention, his past.
He doesn't want to mention it, doesn't want to mention it, and over time, even he himself may forget it.
Ye Chen struggled to think about the bad things that happened thousands of years ago, and followed Ran into the main palace room in a daze.
Pushing open the half-opened door, there was a faint fragrance of flowers, mixed with the fragrance of rouge, wafting towards him. The sense of smell stimulated his brain, making him wake up, and his absent-minded eyes just regained focus and looked inside.
Pupil earthquake!
There are orchids in the room and candlelight flickers.
The tea sets were placed haphazardly on the table, and some weapons were staggered here and there. Things similar to machine oil and powder were scattered on the floor. Congran glanced at the horizontal scraper under his feet disapprovingly, picked up the roll of paper placed on the bedside, and touched the messy
The quilt revealed several pieces of iron armor hidden underneath. There were books here and there, and the whole desk was a mess. The brushes were placed randomly, and the papers were scattered...
this……
Is it a place where people sleep?
Is the little master made of human beings or iron? Is he not afraid of poking a hole when he turns over when sleeping at night?
Perhaps Ye Chende had overreacted, so Cong Ran sheepishly vacated the chair so that he could have a place to stay: "It's a little messy, don't mind it, just keep talking, I'm listening."
More than just chaos!
"Master, I will help you sort it out when you have time." Ye Chenliang said calmly.
His wandering eyes fell back on Cong Ran, who was wearing thin clothes and half-kneeling his eyes in a daze. Hesitatingly, regardless of her wishes, he took off his robe and put it on her shoulders.
Congran didn't refuse.
It was obvious that he had not touched wine before, but he seemed to be intoxicated, so he looked at her more greedily. Fortunately, the moonlight tonight was hazy and the broken light was dim, otherwise the little master would definitely see the twinkling black pupils in his eyes.
Burning fire of passion.
Forget it, wait a little longer, wait until everyone here betrays their relatives and forces them to go to Yunhai Peak, if, if she can save my life without hesitation.
My sincerity may as well be delivered to her once again. This chapter has been completed!