Chapter 65: Neither Demon nor Immortal 5

The secret realm was naturally extremely dangerous, but with the powerful black spirit leading the way, the two quickly arrived at the center of the secret realm.

The journey was unusually smooth, and we encountered almost no powerful enemies along the way.

Until a golden sword that was unlike any other ordinary sword appeared before them.

At this moment, Wu Ling's master's voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"Wuling, kill the guy next to you!"

What? Wu Ling was startled by the sound. He turned around immediately, but there was nothing behind him. There was no trace of his master. Where did the sound come from?

Seeing that he was still looking around, the voice seemed to be angry.

"What are you doubting? You traitor, are you doubting your master's identity? You carried me down the mountain and fought against demons and monsters, but you dare not disobey my orders?"

"Hurry up and follow my instructions to get rid of that demonic obstacle. Then, if you can get the sword back, your merit will be redeemed."

"No...Master." Wu Ling was still hesitating. He didn't understand why the master's voice appeared here and asked him to kill Fellow Daoist Yan. And just when he was hesitating.

Yan Xi who was standing next to him suddenly jumped up, snatched the sword from Wu Ling's hand and stabbed at the owner of the sword.

Wu Ling was greatly shocked when he saw this, and he raised his palm to fight back almost subconsciously. He was unarmed and did not use much spiritual power, so he might not be able to block Yan Xi's move.

But who knew that the sword in Yan Xi's hand, which was about to stab, deviated for a moment, and his body fell forward. Because of this sudden movement, Wu Ling's attack hit Yan Xi's chest right on the chest. Yan Xi was immediately knocked backwards, and he immediately covered his chest and vomited blood, and then he fainted.

Wu Ling was stunned. He looked at his palm and then at Yan Xi lying on the ground. He couldn't understand how things had suddenly turned out like this.

At this moment, his master's voice rang in Wu Ling's ears again, "Well done. Now, you must bring this demon and the sword back immediately."

"No - Master." Wu Ling still wanted to refuse, but at this moment a creepy feeling crept up his spine. He was completely unable to resist, and his body was suddenly out of his control.

He could only watch as he put the sword on the platform into his pocket, and then walked to the other side where Yan Xi had already fainted.

It seemed that Fellow Daoist Yan had never recovered from the injuries he had suffered since entering the secret realm. He was now lying face down on the ground, his eyes tightly closed, his face pale, blood flowing from the corners of his mouth onto his clean white clothes.

I don’t know whether I’m dead or alive.

Then he lost all consciousness.

In the darkness, a voice slowly echoed in Yan Xi's mind.

[The item, Blood Revenge, has met the conditions for use. It has been used and is locking the enemy for you.]

-

In the Tianjian Sect, when Wu Ling felt that his body was returned by that power again, he had already returned to the Tianjian Sect. At this time, his master was standing in front of him, and there were many of his uncles and uncles around him.

However, the person sitting at the top of the sect leader's seat was a stranger he had never seen before. The man was wearing a mysterious robe that looked like a flowing galaxy, and his face was obscured by mist and he could not see it clearly. After staring at his clothes for a few more seconds, Wu Ling immediately felt his spirit platform begin to ache.

There was no sign of Yan Xi around. Wu Ling was still thinking about the accident that happened last time. When he was about to ask about it, he found that he was under a silencing spell. Wu Ling's eyes widened, but the next moment he realized that this must be the silencing spell cast on him by his master.

Why? Are you afraid that he will say something he shouldn't?

But this is the Tianjian Sect. Is there anything that could scare even his master? Is it the mysterious man sitting at the top?

There was silence all around until the man in white who was sitting on the throne came down and left the hall. The other elders also left in twos and threes, leaving only Wu Ling and his master.

The figure in front moved, and the master slowly turned around, looking at his closed disciple with helplessness. "You..." He just started talking, and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

Wu Ling raised his head and looked towards his master.

The man in front of him had silky silver hair tied up by a jade crown made of star stone. He was already over 800 years old this year and had been the head of the sect for 200 years. However, due to his ability to maintain his appearance, he still looked young and handsome. He was dressed in the majestic attire of a sect leader, but at this moment, he revealed a trace of fatigue and desolation.

After finding that his muteness had been lifted, he immediately bowed to his master and asked, "Master, I wonder how Fellow Daoist Yan is now..."

As soon as he heard the name from his mouth, the leader felt a dull pain on his forehead, "You still miss that demon? Hmm? Why don't you let me see if he has really taken you away! You are so close to a demon, are you trying to get rid of your master?"

"Master! Master, please calm down!" Seeing that he was about to get angry again, Wu Ling immediately held his hand in a flattering manner and explained, "Disciple definitely did not mean that. Disciple just couldn't figure out what happened and was confused."

"Want to know what happened?" The clan leader snorted coldly, and then threw a scroll to him, "If you want to know what you want to know, just go and see for yourself. Also, that demon has been imprisoned in the hell, and your uncles and uncles are guarding it day and night, so you'd better not have any other thoughts."

After hearing what the sect leader said, Wu Ling's eyes widened in shock. What? He was actually imprisoned there?

The environment inside this hell is extremely bad. Only those who are extremely evil would be locked up there.

Without noticing his change, the clan leader continued, "Also, you colluded with the demon this time, which is a serious crime. Go to the cliff to reflect on your actions, and don't come out again until I nod my head to forgive you."

After saying this, he turned and left, leaving Wu Ling alone in the empty hall.

-

In hell.

Yanxi's consciousness slowly recovered, and the first thing he felt was a piercing pain in his body. However, he only experienced it briefly, and immediately asked the system to turn on the pain shield for him.

This is the most terrifying hell of the Tianjian Sect. The formation to suppress the criminals in the prison was set up by the founder of the sect himself. The formation is complex and the defense is extremely strict. Even a powerful person like the founder may not be able to escape unscathed if he enters.

Normal disciples who made mistakes would not be locked up here, and even after decades in the hell of endless suffering, it would be rare to see him being opened once.

And now, in this dark prison formed by dense iron and thousand-year-old ice, imprisoned by various magic arrays and eighteen thick chains, the figure imprisoned by layers of restrictions is not a ferocious demon, but just a mortal figure with a faint breath.

Yan Xibei was imprisoned here, with dozens of chains binding his torso, hands and feet. There was also a thin chain passing through his clavicle, and under his feet was a thousand-year-old ice that was freezing him to the bone.

So even though he had blocked his sense of pain, Yan Xi was eventually awakened by the freezing cold wind.

The controlled demon still had his eyes tightly closed at this time. His long black hair was spread out, his white clothes were covered with dried blood, his exposed skin was frozen purple, and his body was still shaking slightly because of the pain.

After Le Kun quietly avoided the gang of disciples, this was the scene he saw when he came in. He looked like a weak mortal, not like the demon that would destroy the world as predicted.

Le Kunqing walked over quietly. He was sure that according to the other person's current state, there was no way he could notice his arrival.

But just as he approached Yanxi, the latter lowered his head, and his eyelashes began to tremble slightly between his messy black hair. Then he raised his head and looked at Le Kun accurately.

Le Kun has lived for more than a thousand years, but when he suddenly met his eyes, he was still like a young boy who had just started out, and was shocked to the point of being speechless.

There was nothing in those eyes, just like a pair of dead eyes.

Although he has experienced so many struggles and hatreds in the world, and people are like water, he is like that kettle.

There will never be any fluctuation due to changes in water.

How could there be such a person in the world? Le Kun stood there in a daze for a moment, forgetting his original plan of just taking a sneak peek and leaving immediately.

He and Yan Xi stared at each other for a long time. The man opposite him remained calm throughout, without the slightest change, as if he was facing a situation of being forced to death, as if the person who was about to be sent to be sacrificed to heaven was not as calm as him.

It seems like he has been like this since he was born, as if he has never belonged to this world.

A god who was forced to stay in the human world by mortals.

"Ah..." A sigh lingered in the empty prison for a long time.

Le Kun thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't help but ask, "Don't you hate us? Don't you hate us?"

He asked the question with a cautious and secret extreme emotion that wanted to destroy everything. He thought that if Yan Xi expressed even a little dissatisfaction, as long as he expressed a little resentment, he would immediately help him break this hell, help him break all the chains on his body, abandon his own sect, take him away from here, so that he would no longer have to suffer these tortures in vain and bear the sins that did not belong to him.

With such expectation, he stared at Yan Xi's face without blinking, unwilling to miss any change in his expression.

However, he was disappointed. The man in front of him, who had not changed in the past thousand years, just looked at him calmly. His expression was calm and there was no change in his emotions. There was a hint of doubt in his eyes, but he just curled the corners of his mouth slightly and spoke softly.

"Long time no see."

Le Kun felt that all his emotions along with thousands of years of cultivation were poured out like a flood in an instant. He didn't dare to stare at those eyes anymore and almost ran away.

-

Seeing that strange character leave in a second, the system could no longer hold back the question in its mind, [Do you know him? ]

[I don’t know him.] Yan Xi denied it without hesitation.

[Then why did you do that just now?] The system didn’t understand. Was this still the new executive he was familiar with?

[I acted in it.] Thinking of his performance just now, Yan Xi couldn't help but smile crookedly, but in order to maintain his character, the smile quickly disappeared from his face.

[Don't you understand this, Tongzi? According to my experience, the first person who comes to visit you after a disaster is definitely someone you know. Although the original owner may not know him, judging from the old man's age and extremely complicated eyes, he must know the original owner. So I don't need to say anything more at this time. Just say a few vague and ambiguous four words, and it will be enough to break his defense.]

[I see.] The system nodded repeatedly, [But where did you get your experience?]

[Hmm? I don’t know either. I just suddenly remembered it. hhh. ]