Chapter 215 Death at the Start
During the Tianwu Year, a saint calculated that a soul had descended from the blood pool in the Watian Divine Realm, which might help the cultivators of the world to reopen the gates to immortality, and the three realms were all shocked.
In the same year, Fu Guang, the Lord of the Demon Realm, who was suppressed under the furnace of the White Bone Sword, was burned by the Red Lotus Fire for seven hundred years, and finally his soul was reduced to ashes.
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"The Heart was originally a divine item in the space station, but it was unexpectedly dropped into the world of this book due to a program malfunction, causing a loophole in the way of heaven."
In the abyss of the Demon Realm, poisonous miasma has been lingering for thousands of years, and few living creatures have set foot there. But at this moment, three figures were vaguely glimpsed, led by a woman with chestnut curly hair. She was wearing a black and gold uniform and a hip skirt, and it was obvious that she did not belong to this era. A flash of icy blue inorganic light flashed in her eyes, penetrating through the layers of demonic barriers and scanning all living beings:
"The soul is now broken into several pieces. Who among you will go and find it?"
Her ethereal voice carried a hint of unhappiness. Although the Heart and Soul was only a divine item in the space station, in this world of cultivating immortals it was an unparalleled artifact that was powerful enough to stir up storms. If it was picked up by someone, the consequences would be disastrous.
The two men behind her, one with an evil and delicate face, and the other as cold as frost and snow, bowed and saluted when they heard her words:
"I will serve you."
The woman nodded gently: "Lu Yan, Xi Nian, this mission is handed over to you. Whoever can bring back the soul intact will be the next owner of the space station."
"Although the immortal fate in this world has been cut off, there are still many talented people. Remember not to let your spirit body be discovered and your origins be exposed."
As soon as she finished speaking, her figure gradually disappeared into the air. The abyss sea below began to surge with huge waves. The black sea water surged wildly, and then a bottomless whirlpool appeared. A strong wind blew up, blowing away even the miasma.
This is the void realm leading to the world in the book.
The two men were not afraid of the wind and waves. They jumped straight in and turned into two streaks of light, one black and one white. They disappeared into the vortex in the blink of an eye. However, not long after, the gradually closing black hole seemed to be disturbed by some force. Suddenly, it splashed in all directions and exploded with a bang. The entire vast sea of earth shook and the sky and earth lost their color.
When the vast sea stopped again, it was already a hundred years later.
During this period, the world has undergone tremendous changes.
Geniuses from the immortal families came down the mountain frequently to search for the whereabouts of the soul, and the Demon Realm had a new lord...
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Demon Realm, Floating Moon City.
When Lu Yan opened his eyes again, all he saw was a dim light and shadow. The priceless shark silk gauze curtain was blown on his face by the wind. It was softer than the finest silk, and in the semi-transparent space, a dark figure was leaning on his shoulder, breathing rapidly, with a hot body temperature.
The man seemed to have been drugged, or possessed. In any case, he did not look very sober. His sinister, scarlet eyes could not hide his rage even through the gauze curtains:
"You are tired of living, and you dare to climb into my bed!"
The opponent slapped him back, and Lu Yan was caught off guard and fell under the bed. The soft gauze curtain was blown up by the wind, allowing him to accidentally see the opponent's face. His pupils shrank in shock.
What kind of face is that?!
The man on the bed had skin that was paler than frost and snow, as if he had not seen the sun for hundreds of years. His eyes were cold and distant, with pupils a very light red. The left side of his face was handsome and perfect without a single flaw, but the right side of his face was left with a scar of burnt fire, shaped like a lotus petal.
Half of his face is relegated to immortality, half of his face is Shura,
How could there be such a scary and weird face in the world? !
Seeing Lu Yan's surprised look, the man's tone became even more brutal, and he struck out with another palm wrapped in a strong wind: "I will dig out your eyes!!"
Lu Yan was not a fool, so he certainly would not stand there and take the beating. He rolled on the spot to avoid the attack and was about to use teleportation to leave. However, at this moment, a cold mechanical prompt sound suddenly rang in his ears:
[Ding! Body fusion progress 20%, please do not move! ]
His body seemed to be controlled by an invisible force, and he was frozen in place. He was hit in the chest and fell to the ground spitting blood.
The last scene Lu Yan saw before he died was countless black-clothed demons rushing in through the door. The man on the bed slammed the curtains down, and a deep, cold voice rang out from inside, as unpredictable as the darkness:
"Break up his soul and throw it into the bone crematorium, where he will never be reincarnated!"
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Is he dead now?
Lu Yan nearly choked to death from the blood he gulped down.
The scenery around him changed, and suddenly a memory that did not belong to him appeared in his mind. Before, Lu Yan accidentally encountered an energy tide in the void realm, and his body was shattered. If he did not find a host soul, it would dissipate, resulting in him having to randomly choose a character in the book to travel through.
Unfortunately, the original incarnation was a cannon fodder who died within three episodes of his appearance.
Ever since the Demon Realm Lord Fu Guang was burned to ashes in the White Bone Sword Furnace a hundred years ago, the demon cultivators were leaderless and elected a new Lord, named Ying Wujiu.
This person's origins and whereabouts are unknown. Half of his face is often covered with a glazed mask with a golden lotus pattern. He wears red clothes and holds a bone sword. Ten years ago, he came alone from the Demon Realm to Fu Yue City, killed tens of thousands of demon soldiers, and defeated the demon kings of the nine mountains and eight caves by himself. Since then, he has firmly established himself as the Demon Lord.
However, this Lord Wujiu seldom set foot in the outside world, and only lived in seclusion in Fuyue City. It was rumored that he practiced evil skills and went astray, resulting in his appearance being ruined and his legs being disabled. During this period, other demon cultivators believed the rumors and came to provoke him, but they were all beaten to death by Ying Wujiu. For many years, no one dared to offend him.
In order to please him, the demon lords under him sent a bunch of cultivation cauldrons. His original body was one of these cauldrons. He was proud of his good looks and was unwilling to do the job of serving tea and water. He actually climbed into Ying Wujiu's bed late at night and secretly put in some aphrodisiac powder.
As luck would have it, Ying Wujiu was obsessed with cultivation and actually fell into his trap.
Although nothing happened to the two of them.
But it was enough for Ying Wujiu to kill him with one blow!!!
Next time I will never choose to be cannon fodder even if I am beaten to death.
This was Lu Yan’s last thought before he died.
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"You are tired of living, and you dare to climb into my bed!"
Before Lu Yan had the chance to open the space scroll and choose a new identity for resurrection, he was knocked to the ground again. The familiar lines, familiar scenes, and familiar movements made his brain crash for a moment.
No way, I'm back to the beginning again?
Lu Yan was prepared this time. When he looked up at Ying Wujiu, he was not frightened by his face. His brain was thinking quickly about how to avoid being strangled to death again. Finally, he turned over and knelt on the ground, pretending to be panicked:
"I just wanted to please you, so I made a mistake for a moment. Please forgive me, my lord!"
The air in the hall was silent for a moment because of these words.
"...Xinyue's true self?"
The light red curtains flowed down like water, inexplicably reminding people of some kind of sticky bloody liquid. The man sitting on the bed chewed on this sentence slowly and said in an ambiguous way: "Are you sure?"
Lu Yan: "The sun and the moon can tell."
Ying Wujiu: "Come forward."
Lu Yan lowered his eyes silently, unsure of what the other party was going to do. He knelt down beside the bed and asked carefully, "What do you want, my lord?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he was caught off guard by an icy hand that grabbed his neck tightly. The terrifying face of Ying Wujiu appeared in front of him, with a shadow cast over him, making him look even more half human, half ghost.
Lu Yan had difficulty breathing and struggled to speak: "My Lord... why do you want to kill me?"
Ying Wujiu curled his lips coldly: "Aren't you happy with me? You should be happy to die in my hands."
Snap!
His neck was broken.
I lived three minutes longer and said two more sentences than the previous round.
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"You are tired of living, and you dare to climb into my bed!"
Hearing this familiar line again, Lu Yan felt like he was going crazy. What on earth was God thinking? It's not like playing a game and spawning monsters. You can't resurrect infinitely after you die!
It's okay, calm down, calm down!
He has been through so many storms in the space station, I don't believe he can't deal with a paper man in a novel!
Lu Yan took a deep breath. First of all, he must not show surprise when he saw the other person's face. He raised his head calmly and decided to continue with the second round of speeches:
"I just wanted to please you, so I made a mistake for a moment. Please forgive me, my lord!"
Ying Wujiu said with a sneer, "Are you sure?"
Lu Yan raised his finger and said, "If you tell even a single lie, I wish you would be struck by nine-day thunderbolts!"
What's there to be afraid of? I've been strangled to death twice. What's a thunder tribulation? This is much more sincere than "the sun and the moon can bear witness to it", right?
People who practice Taoism pay attention to cause and effect and will never swear lightly. Lu Yan's action seems to be sincere.
However, Ying Wujiu remained indifferent: "Come forward."
Lu Yan was so angry: "..."
Okay, okay, you’re just a stubborn person, right?
Lu Yan made up his mind, and knelt beside the bed, gritted his teeth and said: "Today, I was reckless and offended the Lord, please kill me!"
A pale hand slowly lifted the curtain, the contrast between red and white was eye-catching, revealing just half of the Shura face. Ying Wujiu lowered his eyes and looked at the cauldron in front of him. His gaze was like a cold needle that was about to pierce through the flesh and into the bones:
"Are you not afraid of death?"
Lu Yan kowtowed and said: "I am willing to go through fire and water for you, even if it means death. What does my life mean to me?"
"Oh……"
Ying Wujiu chuckled, making it hard to tell what emotions were hidden in it, but he did laugh. The shadow of the red gauze curtain swayed, and he looked more and more like a demon: "Come forward."
He hooked his finger at Lu Yan.
Although Lu Yan felt terrified, he still moved closer and asked in a low voice, "What do you want, my Lord?"
Ying Wujiu said nothing, but slowly lifted Lu Yan's chin with two cold fingertips: "You are born with a good-looking face."
Lu Yan has a charming face, fair skin, a natural smile, and misty dark purple pupils. Because he is too evil, any sincere oath uttered by him would lose three points of credibility.
There are people in this world who are born with such faces, and they look dishonest.
Ying Wujiu said in a low voice, as if he felt a little sorry: "I can't bear to kill you."
Lu Yan was excited, there is hope! !
However, the man grabbed his throat without warning, his fingertips digging deep into his skin, and suddenly changed the subject: "But you saw my secret, what should I do?"
Ying Wujiu wore a mask all year round because he didn't want anyone to see his face; he stayed in the Demon Realm to hide the fact that his legs were disabled. However, all of this was seen by a small furnace, so he naturally would not leave any survivors.
The familiar feeling of suffocation came over Lu Yan, who felt that he might die again, so he used up his last bit of strength, raised his middle finger towards Wu Jiu'e, and cursed word by word through gritted teeth:
"Should, no, blame! I'm going to fuck your master!"
We're going to die anyway, so why not curse for a bit first!
However, after Lu Yan finished speaking, he closed his eyes and waited for a long time, but he did not feel the pain he had imagined. The hand on his neck first tightened suddenly because of anger, but finally, for some reason, it slowly loosened its strength, allowing him to fall to the ground, coughing non-stop.
“Cough cough cough cough!!!”
Lu Yan covered his neck and felt like he was going to cough out his lungs. It would have been better for him to be slapped to death in the first round. At least he would have died quickly.
"What a sharp tongue."
Ying Wujiu slightly curled his lips, and a deep voice echoed in the hall, making people feel creepy for some reason.
"But I suddenly don't want to kill you anymore. How about poking out your eyes and cutting off your tongue?"
Lu Yan was shocked: "?!!!!"
Damn, why doesn't this guy follow the routine? !
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