Chapter 109 Demon Lord 109%
Chao Yuan disagreed with Mo Xuanxiao and Qu Yaoyao's marriage.
Even though his cultivation was greatly reduced after being hit by the Dragon Spring, even though he was restricted everywhere in the killing array, he would never allow Qu Yaoyao to marry Mo Xuanxiao.
"Do you remember what I told you?" Chao Yuan clenched the jade bone fan in his hand, his slightly raised neck was angular, and his fair skin was covered with dirty blood, which he didn't know whether it was his or someone else's.
He looked at Xiao Xuelian on the stage, his eyes filled with an indescribable tenderness and coldness. He said word by word, "I've said before, if you dare to marry me, I'll let the entire Wanmen Immortal Sect be buried with you."
Chao Yuan was not joking with Xiao Xuelian, he was serious.
Xiao Xuelian had been in a daze since he appeared. It seemed as if she had expected his sudden appearance, but she didn't know where her confidence came from.
Seeing him walking towards her with a folding fan in his hand, Xiao Xuelian couldn't help but take two steps back, not knowing what to respond.
brush--
The killing array was brightly lit, blocking Chao Yuan's approach.
These formations were all set by Mo Xuanxiao, and breaking them was no easy feat. Given Chao Yuan's current condition, he should have been trapped and killed by these formations. However, Chao Yuan easily found their weaknesses, transforming into a phoenix and charging headfirst into them.
"Do you only think that I am a demon?"
Standing outside the formation, Chao Yuan's bloodstained white robe fluttered violently, his body now covered in several scratches. He was a demon, but not only a demon, he possessed a divine body like Mo Xuanxiao.
Mo Xuanxiao hadn't anticipated this. He shielded Xiao Xuelian behind him, summoned his own natal sword, and called out to everyone, "This demon is seriously injured. Let's all capture him together."
At his command, all the disciples of the Ten Thousand Immortal Sects rushed out, even the leaders of other sects who had come to observe the ceremony joined in. They surrounded Chao Yuan, not allowing him to even take a single step near the altar. Chao Yuan could only freeze in his tracks and gently unfold the jade bone fan in his hand.
"very nice."
He lowered his eyes and said without emotion, "You rush to be buried with me, which saves me a lot of trouble."
He was a god-demon, and the Jade Bone Fan was a divine artifact. When a divine artifact was unleashed, it was awe-inspiring, and when transformed into a demonic weapon, it was even more ferocious and bloodthirsty. As the Jade Bone Fan was thrown, the innermost circle of the encirclement was the first to collapse. Many cultivators had no idea how they had died, and when they regained consciousness, blood flowed from their necks, and they were unable to speak.
"Kill this devil!" Seeing their fellow disciples falling one after another, the cultivators' eyes turned red.
Immortals and demons cannot coexist, and there is a thick layer of undead corpses between the two factions. Generation after generation, these hatreds have intensified, and today they have reached a point where they cannot be resolved.
It was a lively and grand wedding, but Chao Yuan's presence made the wedding hall even more vibrant and dazzling, all stained with blood. Chao Yuan's Dragon Spring cultivation had greatly diminished, and he was inevitably stabbed and struck hard by the cultivators, but the pain was nothing to him; he had never been one to shy away from pain.
Chi——
Another sword stabbed Chao Yuan's arm.
Chao Yuan grabbed the sharp sword without blinking, and forced it to pierce his flesh. He then pulled the man holding the sword in front of him and twisted off his head with a clean motion.
This method of hurting the enemy by a thousand while hurting oneself by eight hundred made many cultivators timid. Everyone was rushing to capture Chao Yuan, but not everyone was willing to sacrifice their lives. Chao Yuan was not afraid of death, but that didn't mean everyone else was.
"There are still so many people." Chao Yuan glanced at the cultivators who surrounded him and sighed in distress. It would take some time to kill them all.
He didn't mind wasting time, but what about his little Xuelian? He was afraid she would run away without waiting.
Chao Yuan couldn't help but look up at the platform again, only to see Mo Xuanxiao, dressed in wedding attire. He stared at him coldly, shielding Xiao Xuelian tightly behind him. Chao Yuan returned his provocative gaze, grabbed a dying cultivator and threw him onto the platform. Mo Xuanxiao could only hold up his barrier to resist.
He was already very close to the altar. If he killed a few more waves of people, he would be able to step onto the stairs.
Seeing more and more cultivators dying, Mo Xuanxiao could no longer sit still. He retracted his natal sword that was protecting the crowd and lowered his head to instruct Xiao Xuelian behind him, "It's not safe here. Hide back in the cold pond first."
Xiao Xuelian couldn't see what was happening under the altar, she could only hear the shouts of the crowd. She moistened her dry throat and asked, "What about you?"
"Me?" Mo Xuanxiao said with a cold smile on his lips, "After I kill him, I will come find you."
It was because of his words that Xiao Xuelian, who was about to leave, stopped.
Without Mo Xuanxiao's shield, Xiao Xuelian could clearly see the tragic scene beneath the altar. Corpses were scattered across the ground, blood soaking the red carpet and staining the ground. Countless cultivators rushed forward only to be repelled, falling to the ground, vomiting blood and unable to get up.
Even with so many cultivators besieging him, they were unable to stop a severely injured and mad demon.
With Mo Xuanxiao's attack, the situation reversed, and Chao Yuan was forced back after taking a few steps forward. When Mo Xuanxiao accurately pierced Chao Yuan's neck with his sword, everyone stopped what they were doing and watched with wide eyes.
"You lost." Mo Xuanxiao clenched the sword in his hand.
Chao Yuan's neck couldn't stop bleeding, but even with this injury, he could still laugh hoarsely, staring at Mo Xuanxiao mockingly and asking, "Are you sure?"
Raising his hand, he pulled Mo Xuanxiao's sword out inch by inch, the smile on his face growing wider and wider. Mo Xuanxiao sensed something was wrong and tried to draw his sword but found he couldn't. He could only shout, "Hurry to the altar and protect the Queen!"
It's too late.
Everyone's attention was drawn to Chao Yuan, so no one paid attention to the altar. By the time they realized what was happening, a red light barrier had blocked them from the altar. The real Chao Yuan had already climbed up the steps, one step at a time.
"Yaoyao!" Mo Xuanxiao said anxiously, and smashed the 'Chao Yuan' in front of him with a palm.
When the clone returned to the original body, all the injuries it had suffered would backfire on the original body. A bloody hole soon appeared on Chao Yuan's neck. He lowered his head to glance, raised his sleeve to wipe it a few times, and the blood stains spread to his chin and cheeks, dirtying his handsome face.
"Don't hurt Yaoyao!" Qu Jingxian, who had been protecting the altar, did not participate in the siege. She was the only cultivator standing outside the red light barrier, holding a sword and stabbing at Chao Yuan.
Her cultivation was too poor, and rushing forward was simply seeking death. Chao Yuan turned his head to avoid her attack, and grabbed her neck with his five fingers.
"No——" Xiao Xuelian screamed.
Chao Yuan paused as he pinched Qu Jingxian, squinting his eyes to see her face clearly. He hesitated and asked, "Are you... Yaoyao's sister?"
Qu Jingxian was strangled by him and couldn't breathe. Her face turned red and twisted. She spoke with difficulty: "Go away. Don't, don't go near her."
Chao Yuan relaxed his strength and said in silence, "I will not kill you."
As he spoke, he threw Qu Jingxian off the altar and trapped her in place with a magic circle. Xiao Xuelian wanted to move forward, but was stopped by Chao Yuan.
"Yaoyao." His voice became hoarse and unpleasant due to the injury on his neck.
His white clothes were stained with blood and torn by the scrapes of swords. He climbed the last step, stretched out his bloody hand to Xiao Xuelian, and said in a low voice, "Follow me."
Xiao Xuelian shook her head and stepped back, "Impossible..."
It was impossible before and it is even more impossible now.
This was the first time she had seen Chao Yuan so cruel. Her nature only made her fear and reject him even more. With red eyes, she continued to retreat, staring at him warily, "Don't come over here, don't come near me."
"Why……"
She looked at the corpses below the stage and screamed, "Why did you kill so many people? Why didn't you let me go?"
"Chao Yuan, why on earth..."
Chao Yuan's face was pale. Due to his serious injuries, he became increasingly weak and slowly lowered the hand he was extending towards her.
"I once... betrayed a little flower."
He spoke slowly in an unpleasant, hoarse voice, "What she wanted was simple: to stay by my side, to accompany me and protect me. But I was filled with hatred at the time, and I let her burn in the red lotus fire without even trying to hold her hand. She died in the flames, fading away alone."
Xiao Xuelian's eyes burned, tears rolled down uncontrollably, and she choked out, "The flower you were talking about, is that me?"
She had no memory and could only question based on speculation: "If I was the flower you killed, how dare you still bother me now?"
"Yeah, I shouldn't be bothering you anymore."
Chao Yuan blinked his eyelashes and smiled bitterly, "I've hurt you so badly, I really don't have the face to continue pestering you, so I've devoted my entire life to reversing time and space in an attempt to save you and prevent you from getting close to me again. I want you to kill me with your own hands."
"But..." But he still failed.
But he shouldn't fail.
"Yaoyao." Chao Yuan closed his eyes slightly. "Are you willing to listen to my explanation?"
"I really... didn't intend to hurt you again."
The color of his pupils began to fade. Chao Yuan knew that he didn't have much time left. He stepped forward and grabbed Xiao Xuelian's hand, trying to put Lian Chao back on her.
Xiao Xuelian had no memory and could not understand what he was saying, so she struggled desperately to retreat. During the struggle, Lian Chao fell to the ground.
Chao Yuan's eyes went dark. When he bent down to grope, several chains wrapped around his body from behind, pulling him away from Xiao Xuelian.
Like a falling white butterfly with broken wings, Chao Yuan was dragged further and further away by the chains, leaving behind his last words: "If you knew what Lian Chao was, you would know that I never intended to harm you."
The previous life is the previous life, and this life is this life. Time turns back, and many things are reversed and disappeared. Xie Qingxun in the previous life is no longer Chao Yuan in this life. The moment he handed Lian Chao to Qu Yaoyao, he never thought of hurting her.
"Go and retrieve your lost memories. That's the real you."
Chao Yuan's voice drifted further and further away, "Don't you want to know... who Chong'an is?"
By the time she regained her memory, she had probably guessed it.
"Chong'an." This name is very different to Xiaoxuelian and Qu Yaoyao. Every time Xiaoxuelian mentions him, she feels heartbroken.
Watching Chao Yuan being dragged off the platform in chains, Xiao Xuelian wavered, even trying to pull him back. Her mind began to replay some of her lost memories. A masked man with silver hair stood in the snow, gazing at her with a gentle smile. [My name is Chong'an.]
[He killed my favorite little girl. I loved her so much, but I can never hug her again.]
"As long as I can get what I want, I can pay any price, even if it means becoming someone you hate. But Yaoyao, no matter what I do, I just want you to live well."
[One day you will understand why I came to you.]
...What was his purpose in coming to her?
Is it just a simple matter of killing Xie Qingxun?
Is she the girl he loved deeply and was killed by Xie Qingxun?
So who is he, he is——
No, impossible!
Xiao Xuelian felt a splitting headache, feeling as if her thoughts and actions were no longer under her control. Her gaze fixed on Lian Chaoshang on the ground, she collapsed to her knees, feeling her damaged soul anxiously summoning something.
Bang--
In the distant Kunlun Mountain, a pure snow lotus broke through the ice of Tianchi Lake and disappeared in a white light.
The barrier was broken, and Mo Xuanxiao hurried back to Xiao Xuelian. His bright red wedding gown fell to the ground and spread out. He gently grabbed her wrist and called out, "Yaoyao..."
"Don't trust him."
Don't pick up the money he left behind.
Xiao Xuelian's fingers were trembling, as if she couldn't hear Mo Xuanxiao's voice. She slowly picked up Lian Chao who had fallen to the ground with her fingers. The warm bracelet was stained red by Chao Yuan's blood, and its original appearance was a little unclear.
"I don't believe it." Tears fell heavily, scattering the stained blood. Xiao Xuelian was immersed in her own thoughts and muttered to herself, "How could you possibly..."
"How could it be him?"
The damaged soul was repaired, and a beautiful and huge snow lotus bloomed behind Xiao Xuelian. She grabbed Lian Chao and fell headfirst onto Mo Xuanxiao.
This wedding was eventually ended due to Chao Yuan's sabotage.
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