Demon Lord Overcomes Heavenly Tribulation
When Jian Zhen regained consciousness, everything around her was chaotic and blurry.
Until he heard a gentle call from his ear, with some anxiety: "My Lord, My Lord..."
Jian Zhen slowly opened her eyes and saw the high priest's sweaty face. The high priest asked, "My Lord, are you okay?"
The first hall you see is the main hall of the high priest.
Not far away was a crack in the furnace, and there were debris all over the ground. Jian Zhen's limbs and five senses slowly recovered. He wanted to speak, but his voice was a little hoarse: "I, I'm fine..."
The sky above the palace is engraved with calligraphy and paintings of the demon clan.
Jian Zhen's mood had not yet recovered from the farewell mood. He sat up gently and said, "High Priest, please help me up. I want to go find Ye Jisheng..."
The high priest said, "My Lord!"
On a red moon night, the bright red moonlight shines on the earth.
Jian Zhen walked outside, stepping over the mess and bricks on the ground. Before she walked out of the door, she saw a figure standing outside. She didn't know when Ye Jisheng came, and the moonlight stretched the man's shadow long.
Jian Zhen walked down the temple steps from the altar step by step.
The moon dew is heavy.
His legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground, but he was caught by someone the next second.
Ye Jisheng's hands tightly grasped the man's thin arms. Behind Jian Zhen was the shattered sacred weapon of the demon clan and the red moonlight that stretched all over the ground. The red moon was in the sky, and the mark of the curse of divine punishment on Ye Jisheng's arm was clearly imprinted in Jian Zhen's eyes.
He was not unfamiliar with these curses.
Tears dripped onto his wrists, and Jian Zhen asked, "How did you get the Heavenly Punishment Mark?"
Ye Jisheng stood under the moonlight. The man's tall body was majestic and steady, like a mountain that could not be destroyed by wind and rain. He had grown from a frail boy to a mature and reliable man after experiencing thousands of years of hardships.
But no matter how many years pass.
Ye Jisheng was still standing beside him. When Jian Zhen asked him more, he said, "Because I did something that defied the will of heaven and changed my fate."
Jane Zhen's tears fell like beads from a broken string, "What?"
"Someone died, and I want him to live." Ye Jisheng said, "I stripped myself of my own godhood and reshaped his life for him."
Jian Zhen choked up and said, "So half of your divine power was not sealed by the God-Slaying Formation, but you peeled it off yourself?"
Ye Jisheng was speechless.
Jian Zhen was trembling all over. When the truth of history was revealed bit by bit in front of him, he originally wanted to save Ye Jisheng and then go back to the past, but when he looked back, he found that everything was caused by himself.
Fate and the way of heaven were like an invisible hand, pushing him into the torrent.
Jian Zhen raised her eyes, looked at Ye Jisheng with her tearful eyes and said, "Didn't you say that you had forgotten it?"
Ye Jisheng said: "I really don't remember what happened tens of millions of years ago. After being stripped of my godhood, my soul fragments are not complete. I can no longer remember many things."
Jian Zhen: "Then you..."
Ye Jisheng said: "But I know that I should just follow my heart."
Love you, take care of you, and be good to you.
These are things that don't require memory to do.
Some things are engraved in our bones and blood, and are habits that come from instinct.
Jian Zhen smiled gently, his tears fell on Ye Jisheng's body, and he said in despair: "I still couldn't save you."
The calamity is coming.
But he still failed to change Ye Jisheng's fate, and his lost divine power still could not be recovered.
Ye Jisheng stood in the crimson night, the evening breeze blowing up the corners of his black clothes. He raised his hand, wiped away the tears from the corners of Jian Zhen's eyes, and whispered, "You have already saved me."
Jane really looked up at him in confusion.
"Before I met you, I thought this world was ugly and the people in it were boring. Over the past tens of millions of years, do you know why people say I am cruel and bloodthirsty? In fact, it was true for the first few hundred years. At that time, I had just come out of Wanmie Mountain. I killed people, took revenge, and established the demon clan. I kept finding things to do so that I wouldn't be bored."
"It's not because I like doing these things, but I vaguely feel that if I promise something, I must do these things well." Ye Jisheng said: "But soon, after doing these things, I get tired of it."
He has killing, adventure, status, wealth, and power.
But he still felt empty in his heart, as if something was missing, but he didn't know what.
For a long time.
He was like a zombie.
Ye Jisheng said: "I no longer care about life and death. There is nothing in this world that I would like to remember. It is your arrival that has made me experience the taste of being alive."
Jian Zhen tightly grasped his clothes and said, "Then, is there anything in the world now that you miss? Do you still want to die?"
Ye Jisheng lowered his eyes to look at him and said calmly: "In the past, I always felt that the way of heaven was immoral and never took it seriously, but now, I am somewhat grateful to it."
Jian Zhen looked at him puzzledly: "Why?"
"Zhuzhu." Under the red moonlit night, dark clouds floated in from afar, and there was a faint sound of thunder in the distance. His red eyes looked at him with a faint smile in them, and he said slowly: "I, Ye Jisheng, have no regrets in my life because I can meet you."
There was no way Jane would mistake this familiar thunder sound.
Heavenly calamity.
This is a sign that a catastrophe is approaching.
Ye Jisheng also looked back.
Jian Zhen panicked and said, "How could it be so fast? Shouldn't it take some time for it to come?"
Ye Jisheng looked at the shattered high priest's palace not far away and said, "The demon clan's sacred object interfered with the cause and effect and trajectory of the world, which will inevitably alarm the heaven. My heavenly calamity will come early."
Jian Zhen felt cold all over. He had just come back and hadn't spent much time with Ye Jisheng, but he was forced to face separation again.
Ye Jisheng said: "You stay here, the heavenly calamity cannot fall on the Demon Palace."
Jian Zhen held him back, Ye Jisheng looked back at him, and Jian Zhen said, "Don't leave yet, let's go see the child together."
After this departure, I don’t know when we will see each other again, or maybe it will be a farewell forever.
Under the heavy night sky was a strong wind. Ye Jisheng was silent for a moment before he nodded gently: "Yeah."
When Jian Zhen and Ye Jisheng returned to the bedroom, the warm yellow light was still on inside the bedroom. The room was cozy, and some children's toys were scattered on the white carpet. The wet nurse was dozing off by the child's bed. When the door outside was opened, some noises were made, waking up the sleeping wet nurse.
The nurse quickly stood up and said, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty."
Ye Jisheng nodded.
Jian Zhen whispered to the nurse, "Let's take a look at the child."
The nurse immediately nodded, bowed and walked out.
Jian Zhen and Ye Jisheng walked closer. The little baby was sleeping soundly. He was wearing pajamas made by Jian Zhen for him. In his hand, he was holding a toy wooden bird made by Ye Jisheng's craftsmen. His face was pink and chubby, and his long eyelashes were like a small fan. He must have had a good dream.
Clearly, not even one night had passed.
But when Jian Zhen looked at the child, it was as if she hadn't seen him for many years, and her eyes were glued to him and couldn't be moved away.
Ye Jisheng reached out and picked up the child. The Demon Lord chose a dark brocade robe, and the child in his arms wore a cream-colored pajamas. The child nestled in his arms like a small ball. He stared at the child deeply for a moment.
For a moment.
Jane seemed to finally understand.
Why didn't Ye Jisheng want to see the child just now? How could it be that he didn't care? Maybe he was afraid that if he saw the child, it would be more difficult to say goodbye.
Jian Zhen walked over, and Ye Jisheng placed the child in his arms. Jian Zhen's slender white hands straightened the child's clothes. There was thunder outside and dark clouds gathered, but the palace was not disturbed by the cold wind at all, and it was warm like spring. "He sleeps so soundly. In a few days, the wet nurse will completely wean him. I'm afraid he will cry again by then."
Ye Jisheng said: "You should spend more time with him."
Jian Zhen's hand paused, and he smiled gently, his eyes and eyebrows were gentle.
Ye Jisheng walked to the side, took a cloak from the hanger, and covered Jian Zhen's shoulders with it. He said, "It's cold at night, and you're not feeling well."
Jane Zhen turned her back to him and said nothing.
There was a roar of thunder outside, and a thunder exploded, as if lighting up the sky. Ye Ji said, "I'm going out for a while."
The door of the hall was slowly opened and closed. Jian Zhen never turned around. Tears rolled down his cheeks. The child in his arms seemed to sense something. His little brows were wrinkled and he slept uneasily.
Jian Zhen patted the child's back gently, lowered her head and kissed his cheek.
The little baby seemed to feel his father's breath, his brows relaxed again, and he gradually fell into sleep again.
Jian Zhen put the child back on the crib, put on his cloak, opened the door of the temple, and returned to the high priest's temple along the same route. Here, several elders and high priests who had sensed the coming of the heavenly calamity had already gathered.
Only Ye Jisheng was missing.
Seeing Jian Zhen coming in, several elders said, "My Lord!"
"Your Majesty's heavenly calamity is coming!"
"Now that His Majesty has not recovered from his injuries, we must protect him!"
"Where is your majesty?"
“My Lord…”
Jian Zhen looked at the people standing in the palace and said softly, "He has gone to Wanmie Mountain."
The elders were shocked. Just as they were about to speak, Jian Zhen said, "I came here today to ask you for a favor."
Everyone looked at each other.
The high priest stepped forward and said, "Please tell me, sir. As long as you can use us, we will do our best!"
Everyone thought that Jian Zhen wanted to gather everyone to help Ye Jisheng overcome the tribulation.
Jian Zhen gently threw his robe away and knelt down calmly. He said, "I hope the elders can raise the little prince. Jisheng and I only have this one child and we love him very much. No matter what happens tomorrow, I hope the elders can do their best to save the child's life and let him grow up safely."
The high priest looked at the man kneeling on the ground. He was so thin and pale. The wind was blowing hard outside, as if the next gust of wind would blow him away.
But he is so tenacious and brave.
They once discussed how the devil could fall in love with a small grass and become a spirit, but even with such a small grass, he did not fearlessly risk his soul to return to the past. He faced the impending disaster of the demon clan, but he was still able to advance and retreat with the demon clan.
The high priest sighed heavily, he slowly came over to help Jian Zhen up and said: "My Lord, your words really make me ashamed..."
"Yes."
"It is our duty to raise and protect His Highness."
"Your Majesty, there is no need to do this!"
Jian Zhen looked at the determined eyes of the crowd, tears welling up in his eyes: "I'm just afraid that if the demons or immortals come to attack..."
"Even if we have to sacrifice every last member of the demon clan, we will protect your highness." The high priest helped Jian Zhen up and said seriously, "As long as the demon clan survives, your highness will survive."
Jian Zhen was a little worried: "You guys..."
The high priest looked into the distance and said slowly: "Now that Lord Demon's calamity has arrived, it was Lord Demon who protected us tens of millions of years ago. Now, we will also protect his children."
Jian Zhen followed the high priest's gaze and looked outside. The altar was the highest and had the widest view in the Demon Palace. From here, one could see the lights of thousands of homes outside. It was clearly late at night, but every household in the Demon City who heard the thunder had lit up their lights. Countless magicians came out of their homes. They were worried about their monarch and were ready for a battle to protect the demons.
The elders stood behind Jian Zhen and said, "My Lord, don't worry. Regardless of whether the Demon Lord succeeds or not, regardless of whether there is an attack from outside, the people of our demon clan will swear to defend the Demon Realm Mountain to the death!"
Jian Zhen looked at everyone, his eyes unconsciously turned red.
Looking at everyone's determined gazes, Jian Zhen smiled gently, not because she was happy for herself, but because she was happy for Ye Jisheng.
The people he has always protected.
She also loved him deeply when he was in trouble.
A group that is united will never break up.
Jian Zhen bowed deeply to the demons outside, then turned around and bowed to all the elders, saying, "Then I'll leave everything here to you."
Everyone saw Jian Zhen turn around and go out.
The high priest was worried and asked, "My Lord, where are you going?"
Jian Zhen stood in the bleak cold wind. He turned around, his eyes clear, and said, "I'll go bring him back."
Ye Jisheng, you once went all the way across the mountain to pick me up, and now it's my turn to pick you up.
Jian Zhen walked down the stairs slowly. Thunder roared in the sky. All the stationed demon soldiers knelt on one knee to express their most sincere respect to him. Jian Zhen looked back at the demon's bedroom and finally stepped to the edge of the cliff. He whistled softly.
With dark clouds all over the sky.
A bright red figure flew through the clouds and mist. When the phoenix landed in front of him, Jian Zhen raised his hand and touched its head, saying softly, "We are going to Wanmie Mountain to find him. Are you afraid?"
Fenghuang gently rubbed Jian Zhen's hand and raised her head proudly.
Jian Zhen smiled gently: "Good boy."
The first time he left the Demon Realm Mountain after his transformation, he was sitting on the back of a phoenix. When he was overlooking the Demon City at that time, he never thought that there would be a day when he would set out alone with the phoenix.
In the sky full of dark clouds, the demons could only see a bright red light flashing through the darkness. It was as if someone had broken through the clouds and brought light in the thick darkness.
The closer you get to Wanmie Mountain.
The more Jian Zhen felt, the more she could feel the thicker black clouds pressing down on her head, and there were even a few scattered bolts of lightning striking her. Fortunately, the phoenixes dodged them quickly.
The end of the Three Realms, Wanmie Mountain.
The only god in the world is undergoing tribulation here. From afar, Jian Zhen can only see several bolts of heavenly thunder rolling in the thick black clouds. The breath of Wanmie Mountain is getting closer and closer. Jian Zhen actually feels that maybe he is really a grass that grew there. Even in the clouds that he can't see clearly with his eyes open, he can still clearly sense the direction to guide the phoenix.
When we finally got close to Wanmie Mountain.
Jian Zhen finally saw the red flame, it was Ye Jisheng.
The phoenix circled in the air. Jian Zhen patted its head comfortingly and said, "Thank you for your hard work. Just leave me here. Please leave quickly. It's not safe here."
All things have spirits.
Perhaps the phoenix realized that this separation was a separation between life and death, and it circled in the air for several times without falling, with tears sliding from the corners of its eyes.
Jian Zhen stroked its feathers and said gently, "Be good and listen to me. Go back to the demon tribe. They all need you."
The moment he flew down from the sky, a strong wind swept in. When he was a few feet away from the ground, Jian Zhen landed steadily. Not far away, a red flame was like a fire dragon, which swallowed up the thunder from the sky and shattered it.
Jian Zhen stepped into the range of the flames.
The fire that could burn everything became unusually gentle when it met him and did not hurt him at all.
The strong wind was like a knife, scratching his clothes bit by bit and drawing blood. The pressure from the gods' tribulation could almost tear a person apart. Jian Zhen did not look back and continued to move forward step by step. He had ten thousand reasons not to come, but he knew that he had to come.
When another thunderbolt was about to fall.
Just as it was about to fall on Jian Zhen, it was torn into pieces by a ball of blazing flames.
Jian Zhen looked back and saw Ye Jisheng not far away, with anger in his eyes. The man asked, "Why are you here?!"
The sky and earth were vast, the wind and rain were violent, and the flames were so hot that they seemed to be able to swallow people.
Jian Zhen's hair fluttered in the wind. He said, "I'll take you back."
Ye Jisheng's handsome face was almost bloodless. The thunder was now more intense than before. He looked at Jian Zhen, walked in front of him, smoothed Jian Zhen's messy hair behind his ears, and said slowly, "Why are you so stupid?"
"Yeah, why are you so stupid?" Jian Zhen looked at him, smiled gently and said, "I said the same thing to you ten million years ago."
But then, you still came.
Ye Jisheng's red eyes were dim: "I can't guarantee that you will survive this catastrophe, but now, I can ensure that you leave safely."
"Since I'm here, I haven't thought about running away." Jian Zhen said, "Either we go together, or we stay here together."
Ye Jisheng stared at him silently. In the rolling dark clouds and in the pitch black night, the man laughed softly. He bent over and laughed. It was clearly a laugh, but Jane really felt that he seemed to be crying.
Why are you crying?
Jian really didn’t know, but he couldn’t feel Ye Jisheng’s sadness, he could only feel his joy.
Millions of years of loneliness and solitude seemed to be released at this moment. Ye Jisheng raised his hand and stretched it out to him, saying, "Come."
Jane really held his hand without hesitation.
Just like a hundred years ago, on a quiet afternoon, when the Demon God was passing through Wanmie Mountain, he discovered a glowing grass seed and reached out to take it away.
Thunders fell all over the sky.
Ye Jisheng's soul fire was completely devoured. Jian Zhen raised his hand and used his spiritual energy to resist. Even though he could do little, he was unwilling to see Ye Jisheng fighting alone. As he took on one heavenly thunder after another, Jian Zhen could clearly feel that the soul fire was getting smaller, and Ye Jisheng's body had more scars. However, he was protected by Ye Jisheng and did not suffer many injuries.
but……
but……
They are almost at their limit.
The dark clouds were thick and dense. Just when Jian Zhen felt that he was almost exhausted, thunder roared in the dark clouds. Several more thunders with purple light and murderous aura suddenly fell, which were completely different from the previous thunders! !
The soul fire was entangled and split by lightning.
Jian Zhen knew that this was a calamity, a fate that they could not avoid, a fate that they could not change. He traveled through time and space back to the past, but he could not change anything. Nothing changed. This was their fate.
Slowly close your eyes.
I could only hear the huge thunder around me, but I didn't feel the pain of my soul being torn apart.
Jian Zhen gently opened his eyes, but saw a huge, familiar white aura exploding in the air. This familiar breath made him slowly widen his eyes and look up at the sky in disbelief.
Fu Changhuan's voice came with a heavy spiritual power: "Are you all okay?"
Jane Zhen looked at his figure and thought she was seeing things.
Fu Changhuan's figure landed not far away. Jian Zhen was shocked and couldn't believe it: "Master, Senior Brother?"
When his name fell.
Fu Changhuan paused for a moment. He looked at Jian Zhen and nodded slightly, "Yeah."
Jian Zhen said: "You...why are you here?"
"The God-Slaying Formation tens of millions of years ago was what the Immortals owed you." Fu Changhuan's hair was blown up by the wind. He said, "Back then, we paid a heavy price for our own selfish interests. At that time, I practiced the Way of Mercilessness and didn't understand what was most important in this world. I only wanted to protect the people of the Immortals and to eradicate the Demons. But it was this thought that nearly destroyed Lingshan."
Jian Zhen said: "Brother...you..."
Fu Changhuan looked at Ye Jisheng who was covered in blood and said, "Back then, you could have killed all the disciples of Lingshan, but you let us go. In fact, it was because you didn't want to kill us all."
At that time, the immortals set up a great array to kill the devil and exterminate the demons.
But the Demon Lord, who had transcended the calamity and become a god, burned down the sacred mountain and avenged everyone, but still left some people alive.
Ye Jisheng stood in the soul fire, and he smiled gently: "I have never disdained the need to rely on killing all to protect my people."
Fu Changhuan stood in the wind, bowed and said, "Thank you for your advice."
The white spiritual energy array set up a huge magic array in the sky, blocking several purple lightnings.
Fu Changhuan stood in the formation and said, "Thousands of years ago, I was grateful to you for protecting the continuation of my Lingshan lineage. Now, we, the disciples of the Immortal Clan, have come to repay you."
When his voice fell.
Jian Zhen saw the Taoist disciples appearing from all directions. The strength of one person could not resist the heavenly calamity, and the strength of two people could not change it. Facing the coercion of heaven, all people's resistance was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and they were unable to move.
When the big net was about to break, more and more immortal disciples appeared. Countless people used their own strength to support the net against destiny. The shackles of fate, the unbreakable destiny, were resisted in this way.
“Boom!”
From the thick dark clouds, there seemed to be several angry roars composed of thunder.
Purple thunder mixed with red thunder fell together. How could ordinary people endure the tribulation of God? The white sky net was about to collapse, and many disciples vomited blood.
There was a flash of light in the distant sky, and green rays of light gathered together.
Jane really opened her eyes wide.
Then he saw a familiar figure appear in the air. He smiled at Jian Zhen and said, "Brother Jian, how are you?"
Jian Zhen's eyes instantly turned red, and he choked up and said, "Yu."
"I heard that Brother Hei was overcoming the tribulation here, and I also heard about some of the demon clan's situations, so I thought it would be great if I could help." Yu said, "I have successfully ascended to the throne of the Demon King some time ago. If it weren't for the help of you, Brother Hei, and Brother Bai in Feiyun Valley, I would not have been able to successfully avenge my brother from the eldest prince. You once said that you and I are close friends..."
Yu looked at Jian Zhen seriously and said, "Brother Jian, Feiyun Valley concealed a lot from you that day. It was really my fault. I have to repay your kindness. The three realms have been full of hatred and scheming for generations. We couldn't stop it in the past, but today, let's cut off the hatred. It's so lively here, let us, the demon race, come and lend a hand to you!"
Countless thunders rolled down.
A huge net formed by countless people fell on Wanmie Mountain. In Jian Zhen's eyes, it was an unforgettable scene. The spiritual power in the sky seemed to weave into a colorful picture scroll.
When the last bolt of thunder surged in the clouds, countless people were already exhausted and fighting for their lives.
Jian Zhen no longer had any strength left, her white robe had been dyed blood red, and Ye Jisheng's soul fire had almost burned all his blood dry.
Half kneeling on the ground.
Thunderclouds rolled down, and Jian Zhen's blood flowed on the soil. Ye Jisheng looked at him and asked, "Are you scared?"
Jane really smiled gently.
The people of the Three Realms will never forget that day. It was clearly a dark night, but a pillar of light appeared in the sky. The pillar of light was tall and majestic, surrounded by colorful auspicious light. The low thunder and vibration sounds coming from Wanmie Mountain resounded in almost every inch of land in the Three Realms.
Everyone is teaching the grass to grow, and the grass is also teaching everyone to grow.
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