Devil's Kiss
A wind blew over from the hall, and in just a moment, the bookshelf in front of Jian Zhen was flying around, and scrolls were flying all over the sky. Jian Zhen stood on the stairs and looked at them.
The elder was also surprised for a moment when he saw him.
Fu Changhuan took a step forward and asked, "Jian Zhen?"
The scrolls in the sky slowly fell down with a crackling sound, like a rain, and in this rain, the figure of the young man on the stairs was a little blurry.
The elder stood up and asked: "How can you enter the forbidden land of my immortal clan?"
Jian Zhen said: "I came up the stairs."
The elders' silence was deafening.
The forbidden area of the immortals was set up with a formation by their master, so ordinary people could not get close to it, and couldn't even find the entrance. However, this young man not only came in unscathed, but also heard their conspiracy.
The elder asked: "Then, then did you hear..."
Jian Zhen said very frankly: "I heard it."
The elder's expression changed and he looked at Fu Changhuan.
Before Fu Changhuan could speak, Jian Zhen said, "Elder, I trust the Immortal Venerable very much. I have been able to transform safely over the past hundred years, thanks to the Immortal Venerable's constant care for me. It is also because of this that I know the preciousness of life and will not harm the child in my belly."
The elder sighed meaningfully: "You are carrying the son of the devil in your belly. If this life is born, it will be a natural devil seed. It will kill more lives, child."
Jian Zhen said: "So what if he is a demon? Not all demons are bad. Who a person will become and what kind of person he becomes depends on the guidance and teachings he receives. He is just a child who has not yet been born. He knows nothing and has done nothing. The elders want to convict him and say that he will kill more lives. Then I want to ask..."
The young man's voice was clear but firm.
Jian Zhen looked him straight in the eye and said, "Elder, aren't you killing innocent people indiscriminately?"
The elder was furious and pointed at Jian Zhen and said, "How can he receive a good education when he has a father like Ye Jisheng?!"
Jian Zhen retorted: "When has Ye Jisheng ever killed innocent people?"
The elder sneered contemptuously and pointed at the thick snow-capped mountains outside. "Thousands of years ago, my disciples in Lingshan were slaughtered and blood flowed like a river. Isn't this ironclad evidence?"
Jian Zhen said: "Tens of millions of years ago, when Ye Jisheng was tricked into the Wanmie Mountain Conferred God Formation, did he ever harm the disciples of Lingshan?"
The elder choked up, and said in a much older voice: "You are still young, what do you know? The time mirror predicted that the devil will come to the world. If we don't stop it, it will bring disaster to the world. We are only sealing him to save the people of the world."
Jian Zhen's eyes were clear and bright. He asked, "Who are the people of the world, and who are the common people?"
The elder looked up in surprise.
"Am I a mortal?" Jian Zhen touched his bulging belly and raised his head and asked, "Is the baby in my belly a mortal?"
The elder was a little embarrassed and annoyed: "How can this be confused?"
Jian Zhen said: "The common people in the eyes of the elders do not include me, my children, or the demons, but in my opinion, all living beings in this world have the right to live. You cannot deprive them of this, and neither can Shi Jing."
The elder shouted angrily: "You!!"
Jian Zhen looked at him without any fear.
If it were an ordinary person facing the great elder of the immortal race, especially the pressure from someone in the Spirit Transformation Stage, he would have been unable to move and kneeled on the ground. However, there was a formation set up by the master on the top floor of the Wentian Pavilion. The pressure from all the people here could not pass the master and would be automatically dissolved. Therefore, Jian Zhen not only did not feel any discomfort, he also felt that the old man opposite was inexplicable.
The elder was about to take action.
Fu Changhuan had already stood in front of Jian Zhen before him. His cold face was serious and he said calmly, "Prophet Elder, what are you going to do?"
The elder said with a cold face: "Wangyou, you know the seriousness of the matter. Is the disaster that happened in Lingshan going to happen again?"
Fu Changhuan said without the slightest hesitation: "It is precisely because I don't want Lingshan to repeat the same mistake that I cannot let you, Elder, hurt him in the slightest."
The elder said angrily: "Do you want to watch the two demon gods appear? Do you know what kind of disaster it will bring to the three realms if the demons really have two demon gods?"
Fu Changhuan stood in front of Jian Zhen without moving an inch. His figure was so firm. He said, "Let's not talk about whether this child is really the son of the demon god. Even if he is, his biological father is my immortal grass. This child has a chance to be a demon. If he is not a demon, our Lingshan will not only have to endure the revenge of the demons, but also really kill innocent people."
The elder pointed to the Time Mirror not far away and said, "How can this be wrong? The Time Mirror's predictions have never been wrong!"
Fu Changhuan said coldly, "Since the predictions of the time mirror are never wrong, then whatever is going to happen will happen no matter how hard the elders try to stop it. If we kill one demon god, other demon gods will appear. Are you going to kill all the demons in the world?"
The elder gasped for breath and said angrily, "Wangyou! Do you know what you are talking about? Have you forgotten what the demon god did to our Lingshan back then, and how your junior brother died?"
Fu Changhuan said: "I haven't forgotten."
His voice was cold.
Jian Zhen glanced at him and saw the coldness and determination on Fu Changhuan's face. He said, "It is precisely because I have not forgotten that I will not let what happened back then happen again."
The elder smiled and said, "Okay, since you insist so much, don't blame me!"
As soon as the words fell.
A gust of wind swept in.
Jian Zhen only felt a loud noise in his ears, and Fu Changhuan's sword blocked the spiritual energy back. His eyes were a little cold as he looked at the prophet elder not far away.
The prophet elder also held the sword and said: "No matter what, this little demon cannot be left alive!"
Two cultivators in the Spirit Transformation Stage took action, and the cover of the Wentian Pavilion was lifted up. Outside the Wentian Pavilion, the disciples of the Prophet Elder surrounded the entire Wentian Pavilion, and the elder lit up a magic circle.
Fu Changhuan frowned and looked at the prophetic elder: "Elder, do you really want to go to such lengths?"
The Time Mirror of Lingshan is the treasure of the clan and is usually guarded by the prophet elders of the immortal clan. The Time Mirror possesses extremely powerful strength and can be activated by hundreds of immortal disciples, and the formation is extremely powerful.
A bright light came on.
A transparent protective cover covered Jian Zhen.
Fu Changhuan said to Jian Zhen: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Snow-white spiritual energy spread out, and the spiritual power belonging to the Spirit Transformation Stage dissipated. All the immortal people guarding the formation were knocked away, and the light of the formation dimmed sharply. However, when one group of disciples fell, a second group of disciples would come.
The elder smiled and said, "My Immortal Lord, please don't blame these disciples. They are all doing this for the people of the Three Realms and for the future of our Lingshan."
Fu Changhuan frowned, his eyes cold.
Countless beams of light lit up, and cracks slowly appeared in the snow-white protective shell. Bright light suddenly penetrated through the cracks in the protective shell, emitting a dazzling light.
Jian Zhen subconsciously blocked it with her arm.
Just as the stinging pain was about to come—
“Boom!”
The loud noise came along with a strong hurricane, followed by intense heat.
Jian Zhen heard someone shouting in fear: "Ye, Ye Ji Sheng!!!"
Feeling something strange on her wrist, Jian Zhen slowly opened her eyes and saw that the red soul ring on her wrist was lit up. The red light shot up into the sky from the small attic, and soul fire spread everywhere.
A water mirror opened in the air.
Ye Jisheng's figure appeared in the water mirror. The man was sitting in the main hall of the Demon Palace, his dark robe scattered on the ground. He sat casually, looking at everyone with indifferent eyes.
The elder said in a panic: "Ye Jisheng! What are you going to do? This is our Immortal Clan!"
Ye Jisheng ignored him. The man's eyes fell on Fu Changhuan. He said in a light tone: "You are really incompetent."
Fu Changhuan frowned slightly, clenched his sword but said nothing.
The elder said angrily: "Ye Jisheng, this is the holy land of our immortal race, how dare you do this?"
Ye Jisheng seemed to have finally been disturbed, and cast his gaze on the elder with some impatience. His red eyes were as red as rubies weeping blood, cold and ruthless. Facing the hatred of countless immortal disciples and immortal elders, he curled his lips and said lightly: "Why wouldn't I dare?"
Jian Zhen only felt a gust of wind and clouds rising.
It was as if the snowflakes from Lingshan Mountain, which had been cold and silent for thousands of years, were dancing in the air.
Countless disciples of the immortal clan rushed over after hearing the news and could all see this scene. On the spiritual peak that had been frosted for thousands of years, a crimson soul fire rose up. The pressure and magic power from the distant sky surged out. The illusion gradually shattered, and someone stepped out of it, one step at a time.
How powerful a force does it take to be able to teleport thousands of miles away just from an illusion?
When Ye Jisheng's figure slowly fell from the illusion, crushing the void, everyone around him felt the overwhelming pressure, the pressure from God. The disciples with shallow cultivation even vomited blood on the spot!
Every step Ye Jisheng took was accompanied by the spreading of overwhelming soul fire.
The prophet elder rushed over and drew his sword, saying, "Demon God! How dare you be so presumptuous? Aren't you afraid that if you fail in your tribulation, your demon clan will be in danger?"
Ye Jisheng waved his hand, and the invisible soul fire suddenly knocked the man away.
Countless disciples wanted to approach but were forced back by the soul fire. The prophet elder fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood. Ye Jisheng's black robe fluttered. He tilted his face, looked at the scene with a smile, and said lightly: "Why would I be afraid?"
The prophet elder was panting, and he saw Ye Jisheng looking down at him, smiling calmly, but with a layer of murderous aura that could not be dispersed. He said calmly: "Before I pass the tribulation, as long as I kill all of you, I will have no worries, right?"
The prophetic elder suddenly shouted loudly: "Ye Jisheng! How dare you!"
The words haven't finished yet.
He was stepped on by Ye Jisheng. The devil's red eyes seemed like blood. He said, "Why shouldn't I dare?"
The entire Wentian Pavilion was ablaze with fire.
The red soul fire almost dyed the entire sky red. The man in black stood in the fire, as if he wanted to merge with the red.
If any disciple of the Immortal Lord approaches, he will be burned to ashes.
Fu Changhuan's snow-colored spiritual energy descended, suppressing the soul fire that filled the sky, and at the same time protecting all the disciples. His sword fell in front of Ye Jisheng, and he said coldly: "That's enough, show mercy."
Ye Jisheng slowly raised his head and looked at him. His blood-red eyes were full of sarcasm, presumptuous and ostentatious: "Who do you think you are?"
Fu Changhuan said coldly: "Ye Jisheng, you do have the ability to slaughter Lingshan again, but your heavenly tribulation is approaching. Are you really so confident in yourself by wasting your own strength like this?"
Ye Jisheng sneered and was about to speak.
Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed the demon god who was full of murderous aura and was going crazy everywhere, and no one dared to stop him.
Ye Jisheng looked back and saw a pale little face. Jian Zhen's soft hands were holding his. His forehead was covered with cold sweat. He said softly, "Let's go back."
Ye Jisheng's eyes suddenly turned cold, he withdrew his foot from the prophet elder, and instantly supported Jian Zhen's body, frowning and asking, "What's wrong?"
Jian Zhen's whole body was weak, and the pain in his lower abdomen made him unable to speak. His eyes were red, and he nestled in Ye Jisheng's arms. He clutched his clothes and said in a very soft voice: "I don't want to be here, take me away."
No one can stop the devil when he goes on a killing spree.
Ye Jisheng is invincible. No one in the Three Realms can kill him except the Conferred God Formation. He has no soft spots and no weaknesses. He is powerful and cruel, which makes people tremble with fear.
But in the sea of fire, he held the fragile boy in his arms.
Jian Zhen's voice was like fine lines, tears slid down from the corners of his eyes, and his small hands clutching Ye Jisheng's clothes trembled slightly: "It hurts, take me back..."
Cover the boy's body from top to bottom with the robe.
Ye Jisheng turned to leave. Fu Changhuan came over and stretched out his hand, wanting to check the situation with some concern. However, he was forced back by the fierce soul fire before he could get close. Ye Jisheng glanced at him with sharp eyes and said in a cold voice: "Get out! Don't touch him!"
That moment.
Fu Changhuan felt a strong murderous intent.
He had no doubt that if he took another step forward, Ye Jisheng would kill him, at any cost.
Fu Changhuan paused.
Ye Jisheng was like a dangerous and ferocious beast, which made people tremble with fear. For a moment, it seemed as if he had returned to the sect tens of millions of years ago. That year, someone also looked at him with such eyes while holding an already cold corpse.
“Boom!”
That day, countless people heard the sound of Lingshan collapsing.
The Demon Clan's main hall also saw the Demon God wrapped in cold air in the evening. Ye Jisheng threw down an order to the guards: "Let the high priest come to the middle hall to see me immediately!"
The evening sunlight shines down.
Jian Zhen was put down from the couch. His whole body was soaked with sweat, but his hand was still tightly holding Ye Jisheng.
Ye Jisheng's eyes were solemn, and the man's slender hand fell on Jian Zhen's brow. His spirit penetrated into Jian Zhen's sea of consciousness. However, the spirit that usually would take effect quickly did not work. The sleeping man still had a frown on his brows and was sweating profusely.
The high priest came in, crawling and rolling: "Your Highness."
Ye Jisheng said with cold eyes: "Come and see him."
When the high priest was called over, he knew that things might not be good. After quickly checking Jian Zhen's pulse, he was also very panicked. He said, "The Lord was frightened first, and then frightened by the magic formation of the time mirror. In addition, his body was not well adjusted, and he was hit by the demonic energy and spiritual energy, which caused the blood and qi to be unstable, and the anger attacked his heart..."
Ye Jisheng frowned impatiently and said, "Speak human language!"
The high priest said quickly: "The Lord was just frightened and had a miscarriage."
Ye Jisheng said with a gloomy face: "Is there any solution?"
The high priest was a little anxious when he saw Jian Zhen's current situation. He said, "The most important thing now is to stabilize the fetal energy of the Lord. I need to use the formation to assist the elixir..."
Ye Jisheng interrupted him: "How long will it take to prepare these things?"
The high priest looked at him hesitantly and said, "It will take at least an hour."
Ye Jisheng looked at Jian Zhen, who was shaking in pain and unconscious on the bed, and asked impatiently, "Is there anything faster?"
The high priest could only bite the bullet and say, "Your Majesty, your spirit and divine breath are the fastest."
Ye Jisheng said: "I just tried it, it didn't work."
The high priest said quickly: "Perhaps, perhaps it is because if the spirit is injected from the forehead, the Lord's physical condition is a little more serious than before, and the fetus in the belly is frightened, so it may not be enough..."
Just as Ye Jisheng was about to speak, a pair of small hands gently pulled him.
Jian Zhen opened his dark and moist eyes, his pale face and lips were bloodless. He whispered, "Don't embarrass the priest, this is not his fault..."
Ye Jisheng said: "You think about others, pleading for those useless people of the Immortal Clan, and pleading for the priests, but you don't think about yourself at all?"
Jian Zhen was in so much pain that she had no strength left. She leaned against Ye Jisheng's voice and said softly, "I'm not doing this for them. I'm doing this for you. The Immortal Lord said that you're about to pass the heavenly tribulation and nothing can happen to you again. I know you're doing this for me and want to vent your anger on me, but I don't want you to vent your anger. I just want you to be fine. I don't want you to get hurt. I don't want you to die..."
Tears fell silently on the quilt.
The knuckles of his hand that was holding Ye Jisheng's were turning white.
The room was dead silent.
Ye Jisheng's voice fell: "I know what method is the most useful to pass on the spirit to you."
Jane Zhen looked up in surprise.
However, the next second, his face was lifted up by a pair of hands, someone lowered his head in a strong manner, and the slightly cool lips fell on his slightly open mouth. The familiar breath instantly embraced him, and the black hair fell down. The hair of the two people was entangled together, as if it was an inseparable bond, and their lips and teeth were stained with each other's breath, so fitting and natural that no one seemed to be able to separate them.
Time cannot do it, the laws of nature cannot do it, and not even millions of years can do it.
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