Chapter 032: Me and My Enemy Father and Brother (Thirty-Two)

"boom!--"

Another large area of the earth's crust collapsed and fell, and the golden-red magma broke through the shackles, like a large piece of golden light attached to the charred earth, flashing a dazzling brilliance, shocking and dazzling.

Qian Yuejiu was trapped on the only hillside that had not yet been swallowed by the Demon Abyss. She used her magic power to hold up a barrier, protecting the people and practitioners she met on her escape, and waiting in agony for Chen Qiaoyun to appear.

Lou Zhixi is one of the protected people. He is more clear-headed than most of the protected people. Although he cannot help much, he can keep an eye on other people for Qian Yuejiu to prevent them from affecting Qian Yuejiu.

He looked calm and indifferent, not despairing of the current bleak situation. His blind eyes looked in the same direction as Qianyuejiu, but Qianyuejiu was looking at hope, while he was looking at the future.

Lou Zhixi is the person who has gone the furthest in the way of divination, and he sees a bright future.

He firmly believes that this future will come.

Suddenly, a black cloud like a veil suddenly swept across the golden-red sky. The clouds approached from all directions at a terrifying speed, just like the curtain closing at the end of a theater, instantly covering up the arrogance of the Demon Abyss.

The tremors in the earth's crust paused for a moment, then resumed, their amplitude and force much less. The remaining body of the Demonic Abyss thrashed about in the earth, seemingly exhausted, unable to break free. Naturally, the expansion of the Demonic Abyss slowed, even stagnating.

In the thickest part of the dark clouds, beneath the dome of the sky, lay Chen Qiaoyun, struggling to catch up. His face was as pale as gold paper, the last trace of color fading from the corners of his lips. The wind raged past, and he lacked the strength to even stand steady.

In contrast, Chen Wenjian's body was surrounded by the sword's sword energy. Chen Qiaoyun's blood seemed to flow onto him. His muscles gradually became fuller, and his cheeks became more vibrant. Apart from the lack of breathing and heartbeat, he was almost the same as a living person.

At the same time, the sword's energy had been weakened to almost nothing. Ning Bufan and it were one and the same, equally weak. Only his expression remained indifferent, as if life and death had no meaning to him.

"I've brought the 'person' here for you," he asked. "What should we do next?"

Chen Qiaoyun lowered his eyes and looked down. Most of the deep Demonic Abyss was exposed on the surface, flowing through the five states and converging into wide rivers, which were now developing into the scale of a vast ocean.

Golden red is a color that is magnificent and majestic, but now it seems particularly dazzling and burning.

Chen Qiaoyun exhaled and said to Ning Bufan, "Thank you both for placing him in the center of the Demonic Abyss."

Ning Bufan nodded, holding his long sword and came to the central area of the Demon Abyss - the explosion site in Nanzhou, and threw Chen Wenjian's body down from a height of a hundred miles.

Chen Wenjian hovered a hundred meters above the Demon Abyss, his fluttering black clothes coated with a layer of golden light, making his figure look extremely holy.

At this moment, he was like the god in the legend who died to save the world, and even the golden stream beneath him became merciful and bright.

Chen Qiaoyun smiled bitterly, then put aside all distracting thoughts and mobilized all the remaining magic power in his body to shock the Demon Abyss.

When Demon Abyss was attacked, he reflexively created wind and waves to resist and counterattack, but he did not expect that there was a real body of a demon hanging in the air that was not completely dead.

The power of the Demonic Abyss was originally converted from the power of the Heavenly Demon, and was essentially the same as Chen Wenjian's. As soon as this power came into contact with Chen Wenjian's body, it immediately aroused his special physique and instincts, and a new round of counterattack began.

What was Chen Wenjian's constitution? Immortality. Simply put, the essence of immortality was to repair oneself at all costs, surviving until the last drop of blood had dissipated.

In the final battle with Chen Qiaoyun, not only was Chen Wenjian's soul shattered, but his body also suffered considerable trauma and he needed external force to heal his injuries.

Just now, Chen Qiaoyun used his own blood and most of his magic power to restore some of his health. Now he sent the power of the Demonic Abyss, which originated from the same source as his, to his door. His body, which had long been honed with a terrible survival instinct between life and death, naturally accepted it with pleasure. He used the power that fell on him to quickly absorb it in reverse.

The clouds in the sky grew darker, and a loud thunder exploded above people's heads and in their hearts, startling those who were addicted to killing. They looked around in confusion, not knowing where they were.

Chen Wenjian's demonic body was like a bottomless whirlpool with extremely strong suction. In an instant, it sucked out most of the central area of the Demon Abyss. The earth sank into a dark area, and the remaining power fled in panic like a living thing, but could not escape Chen Wenjian's absorption at all.

The Demonic Abyss, which had been expanding smoothly, was stunned by this sudden blow. The flowing flames even stopped for a moment, like a half-closed eye, staring at Chen Wenjian in the air.

Chen Wenjian was not "moved" at all. His survival instinct was still not efficient enough, so he launched an even more crazy and swift force, like a giant net tied with sharp blades and dense teeth, biting fiercely at the "school of fish" under him - the Demon Abyss, and tearing off another bloody piece of flesh.

Mo Yuan finally felt the pain and numbness, and woke up. Regardless of the part of him that was still hidden underground, the body exposed on the surface began to riot and roll, setting off huge waves and attacking Chen Wenjian.

However, the unconscious Mo Yuan was unable to realize that his behavior was commonly known as throwing meat buns at a dog, or delivering goods to the door.

Chen Wenjian appreciated its thoughtfulness and happily accepted it again.

"Your plan is going smoothly, and Chen Wenjian's soul hasn't returned yet." Ning Bufan said, "Perhaps... it's about to succeed?"

Chen Qiaoyun sighed, smiled bitterly and shook his head: "No, he is here."

"What?"

Ning Bufan was stunned, his whole body suddenly froze, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, as if a powerful and sharp weapon had pierced his lungs, and his breath was filled with the cold smell of blood.

For the first time, he felt so clearly how terrifying it was to be terrified.

Ning Bufan reflexively looked towards where Chen Wenjian was, and his gaze stopped for a moment - that empty shell without a soul and only instincts, had quietly opened its eyes at some point.

He slowly held his forehead with his hand and sat up, and with his bony fingers he pushed the loose hair on his forehead to the back of his head. The hair flowed beside him like inky moonlight, swaying in the wind.

Blinking his long eyelashes, Chen Wenjian looked like a person who had just woken up from a long sleep, with a faint laziness emanating from his whole body. Only the strength he absorbed from the Demonic Abyss was greatly enhanced, indicating his sobriety and rationality.

He stood up, and the hem of his clothes fell like black snow petals, fluttering in the biting wind, dragging a long and vast ocean of shadows behind him, a world of its own.

"It's been a long time."

Thunder roared, and the entire world trembled beneath the feet of the resurgent Demon King. The Demon Abyss was torn to pieces by the sudden surge of demonic energy, and like meat cut on a chopping board, it fell completely still and lay at his feet.

The smell of gunpowder/smoke mixed with the smell of rust permeated every grain of sand and every breath of wind, swallowing up and assimilating the bewitching power of the Demon Abyss and eliminating it completely.

Thunder and lightning rumbled overhead like drums and chimes, welcoming his arrival.

Chen Wenjian raised the corners of his lips, as if he were a concubine: "My son."

Chen Qiaoyun's face turned pale, he coughed up blood, and fell to the ground as if exhausted.

Ning Bufan was shocked and subconsciously wanted to support him, but a figure got there first, hugged his waist and shoulders from behind, and held him steadily.

"Brother." Chen Yunli appeared beside Chen Qiaoyun and called him gently, "You are seriously injured. What happened?"

Chen Qiaoyun turned her head to look at him. Demonic energy, the same as Chen Wenjian's, overflowed from his fragile body. It calmly and gently surrounded herself and Ning Bufan, dispelling the oppressive aura of Chen Wenjian.

When Ning Bufan saw his face, his pupils suddenly shrank, and a fleeting dream turned into memories that came flooding back and replayed in his mind.

"you……"

"Yunli!" Chen Qiaoyun interrupted him and grabbed Chen Yunli's arm. "You were with your father just now. Did he hurt you?"

"No." Seeing that he was so injured and still only cared about himself, Chen Yunli smiled helplessly, "Don't worry, he can't hurt me. And there are some things I want to discuss with him in person."

Having said that, Chen Yunli pushed him into Ning Bufan's hands without waiting for his answer.

The old friend in front of him was no longer as bright and lively as in his memory. He was pale and thin, indifferent and cold. Apart from the sword in his arms that made Chen Yunli familiar, nothing in the world could catch his eye.

Chen Yunli lowered his eyes and smiled at him: "Mr. Lao, please look after my brother for a while. I'll be back soon."

"Yun Li!..."

"Brother." Chen Yunli patted Chen Qiaoyun's shoulder and pushed him back into Ning Bufan's hand as he struggled to grab him. "Don't worry, everything will be fine."

"Mr. Lou said he sees a bright future. I believe him."

Chen Qiaoyun opened his mouth, his chest heaving violently, still feeling uneasy.

But he didn't say anything or try to stop it.

Ning Bufan gave Chen Yunli a deep look and said, "I seem to have seen you somewhere before."

"Maybe it was a dream. A very beautiful dream." Chen Yunli winked at him, "Please take care of my brother, we'll talk later."

An inexplicable joy surged in his heart, and Ning Bufan smiled for the first time since his beloved brother left.

He tried to raise the corners of his mouth: "Okay."

Chen Yunli gathered himself together and turned to look at Chen Wenjian. He smiled back, and the inky magic wrapped around Chen Yunli's waist like a stream of water, drawing him towards him.

"Have you finished talking to them?" Chen Wenjian put one hand on his waist and the other on the back of his head. His brows drooped, and his eyes, as black as ink, were like the abyss, emitting a temptation more terrifying than the devil's abyss, tempting him to fall and sink. "Is there anything you want to say to me?"

Chen Yunli looked at him for a while, then turned and looked down.

The land of the five states collapsed and fell, and everywhere were huge charred pits and the lustful devil's abyss, as well as the blood and body parts left by people killing each other.

The grass and trees are scattered, all life is gone, and the earth is dry and ugly.

Chen Yunli looked up again. The sky was covered with two layers of colors, golden red and black. The two completely different colors did not blend together at all, mixing into a strange and depressing color.

The sun and moon are not visible, the stars are hidden, and the night sky is dark and eerie.

"This world has become so ugly." Chen Yunli met Chen Wenjian's gaze. "The scenery of Nanzhou that you showed me, the sunset over the low hills, and the grass we used to weave grasshoppers and orange cats are all gone."

"Do you want them to come back?" Chen Wenjian moved a little closer. This was not the answer he wanted to hear, but since Chen Yunli said it, he took it.

Seeing the growing temptation in his eyes, Chen Yunli chuckled, "The most important thing in life is life and death. Tell me, is it better for me to be buried with the world, or to live on as usual?"

“…”

Chen Wenjian lowered his eyelashes and a hint of disappointment gathered between his brows, almost making people want to agree to all his requests.

Chen Yunli remained unmoved, even pinching his face, insisting on getting an answer from him: "Chen Wenjian, what do you think?"

"I think... it's really hard to ask you for a kiss."

Chen Wenjian snorted softly, muttered something as if complaining, pressed the back of his head and kissed him suddenly.

Chen Qiaoyun and Ning Bufan widened their eyes in shock, and then the demonic energy rose and turned into a huge curtain that covered the sky and the earth, and then slowly opened after a moment.

The world seems to have turned into a stage. As the curtain opens, it slowly reveals the exquisite scenery and the lives of all living beings performing their joys and sorrows in the scenery.

The night sky was deep blue, the stars were sparse, and a bright moon hung high among the thin clouds, illuminating the vast expanse of the world. The last golden flame of the Demon Abyss also disappeared in this cold and bright light.

The collapsed ground rose again, the cracked soil healed as before. Peaks and ridges clustered, valleys sunk deep, and the terrain of the world reappeared in a hundred forms, each with its own charm.

The sound of waves washes through the pine forest, and thousands of rivers flow into the sea.

The wandering soul returned to the body which still had some warmth. The bewitched people looked at each other, dropped their weapons, apologized in panic, and called on their friends to make amends.

The night is long and silent, with the wind blowing softly.

Soon there was a noise everywhere.

The world should be like this.

They kissed in the new world.