In the Blood Moon Tower, Feng Hanxuan heard footsteps coming up the stairs. He opened his eyes from his meditation. With his irises so dark that they were completely dull, he looked extremely numb.

He had already recognized who was coming from the footsteps.

The door of the hall was gently pushed open. Feng Hanxuan asked irritably, "Why are you here again? Haven't you reconciled with Master yet?"

"Thanks to you, we had a big fight." Nie Yinzhi answered casually.

In fact, they didn't have a fight. Nie Yinzhi had already calmed down a long time ago, but she didn't want to move back yet and sleep with the devil.

Nie Yinzhi originally thought that if they could not resolve the conflict, she could stay by the side of the loveless Gu Jiang until her death. She thought she could do it.

But she did not expect that the first person who could not stand it would be herself.

Gu Jiang did not treat her coldly. He tried his best to express his love to her, but he could no longer do some actions that were out of emotion.

When they kissed, the passionate embrace she had never had again.

She walked into the dark hall, climbed onto the soft couch that Feng Hanying had not moved away from, wiped her hands, twisted a piece of the meeting gift she gave to Feng Hanying, and nibbled on it. She saw that Feng Hanying's expression was getting darker and darker, so gloomy that it was almost comparable to the mysterious stone in the palace, and he looked like he wanted to drive her out.

"How did you embark on the path of evil?" Nie Yinzhi suddenly asked.

Feng Han frowned, "Why are you asking this?"

"Just asking casually, how could someone as lazy as Gu Jiang accept you as his apprentice?" Nie Yinzhi's teeth were stuck by snacks, and he covered his mouth and twitched his tongue for a long time, then continued, "Gu Jiang said that he picked you up casually."

"Indeed." Feng Han couldn't practice, so he relaxed his sitting posture and leaned on the black stone seat. "When I was about seven years old, several men in the village went to dig in some tomb and contracted a kind of epidemic and brought it back to the village. Once they got the abscess, they would throw themselves at people like they were alive. In order to prevent the spread of the epidemic, the whole village was blocked, and oil barrels were rolled down from the mountain and set on fire to burn the village."

"When people die, pustules will pounce on the living. My parents stuffed me into a water tank. Before I was burned to death, pustules crawled all over my body. In the end, I was the only one left alive. The pustules couldn't escape, so they could only roll around in the fire with me. That damn thing can kill people, but at this time it can also save lives because my whole body is covered with pustules. The flames made the pustules sizzle, and the high temperature almost melted me, but it couldn't burn me to death."

"I was living a life worse than death at that time, so I followed my parents' example and prayed to gods and Buddhas. When gods and Buddhas were useless, I prayed to the demons in the world. Master, he said he heard my crying and it was very annoying, so he came to shut my mouth." Feng Hanzhuan curled his lips, "My throat was burned at that time, and I could

n't cry out at all." "I was picked up by him like that, and lived with him in a valley for eight years. After I established the foundation, he left me without even saying hello."

Nie Yinzhi didn't expect that Feng Hanzhuan had suffered such pain when he was a child. She jumped off the couch, jumped in front of him in two or three steps, and imitated the way Gu Jiang used to pat her. She patted Feng Hanzhuan's head to comfort him, and stuffed a plate of snacks into his hands, "I said that praying to the devil Gu Jiang is more useful than praying to gods and Buddhas." She sounded so proud of something.

Feng Hanzhu retreated eight feet away in an instant, and asked gloomily, "Who are you hitting? Do you think I'm a dog?"

Nie Yinzhi: "..." Are you scolding me again?

Nie Yinzhi took her kindness for granted, sat back, drank a sip of water, and asked tentatively, "Was it Gu Jiang who taught you how to practice? I didn't expect that he would teach others?"

Feng Hanzhu snorted without even thinking, "How is that possible? He won't. The master leads you to the door, but the practice is all up to me."

Nie Yinzhi took a fierce bite of the snack. What a stinky devil, what a liar, he even fooled her by saying that he was struck by lightning because he said something against the will of heaven when he was teaching Feng Hanzhu to break through the bottleneck.

She cursed in her heart but pretended to be curious on her face and asked, "Without Gu Jiang's guidance, how did you draw the demonic energy into your body? How did you sense the Blood Moon Shadow?"

She had drawn the demonic energy from the Red Leaf Knife before, but she did it unconsciously at that time. Nie Yinzhi tried several times, and even secretly ran back to the oasis, stayed in the paper man's body, and held the Red Leaf Knife, which whirred in her arms, but she couldn't draw the Blood Moon Shadow again.

Feng Hanxu stretched out his paper-white hand from his sleeve, and played with a strand of Blood Moon Shadow magic energy between his fingers, "Isn't this the same as when you open your spiritual channels to draw spiritual energy into your body."

"If there is any difference," he tilted his head, his black hair slipped from his shoulders, revealing a reckless smile, "to draw spiritual energy into your body, you need to communicate with heaven and earth, to draw magic energy into your body, you have to abandon heaven and earth from then on. A demon cultivator will not be tolerated by heaven and earth when he is alive, and will not enter the six reincarnations after death. There is only this life, and when you die, you are dead, and you will turn to ashes and smoke."

Nie Yinzhi murmured in silence, "So that's how it is."

Feng Hanxu saw that she looked thoughtful, and suddenly became extremely alert, "Why are you asking about this? What do you want to do?"

"Have you heard of that story? The goddess saved the world and fed the devil with her body."

Feng Hanzhu nodded. Nie Yinzhi said: "Then you are curious, if the goddess was possessed by the devil, would the blood in her body first purify the devil energy and burn her to ashes, or would she be contaminated by the devil energy first?"

Feng Hanzhu stood up from the stone seat, hesitating whether to complain to the master, and warned her: "Don't mess around."

Nie Yinzhi yawned and walked out slowly, "Don't talk nonsense, if you dare to tell Gu Jiang, I will say that you taught me how to lead the devil energy into my body, and then we will see if he will break your snake tail."

Feng Hanzhu: "..." It's so annoying, I might as well cut off my tongue and give it to you!

[Feng Hanzhu, evil, mad, beautiful, strong and tragic villain. If this character is in another novel, he will definitely be the hero. Even his name is so hero-like. How come he has become a pet of the devil here? ]

[Maybe because of low IQ? ]

[The Devil Cultivator Association has been locked up in the Ten Thousand Demon Cave for so many years. It is not unfair at all. Look at the boss's IQ. If Feng Hanzhu was not so powerful, he might have died long ago.]

[I am being tricked and can only cry.]

[Wuwuwuwu, you guys talk about your love, why are you torturing me, Mr. Feng? The child is so pitiful. He has to be fed dog food and threatened and warned. 】

【Can't we give our President Feng a couple, so that he can experience this damn sweet love, please. 】

【I am dying of laughter, the plot of this drama is so out of control, the only thing that is not out of control is that Feng Hanzhu is a single dog, destined to eat dog food】

【Good man, Nie Yinzhi wants to become a demon? Isn't this just using his own spear to attack his own shield? Will he be burned to death by his own blood? 】

Nie Yinzhi went down one floor with this long string of bullets. The Blood Moon Tower has nine floors, and the volume will be larger as you go down. Feng Hanzhu has been staying on the top floor, and the floor below is empty.

After the furnishings that Feng Hanzhuan had prepared for them were removed, they were all stuffed into this floor. Nie Yinzhi entered a hall and got on the soft carved bed.

Feng Hanzhuan's words only gave her a direction. It was not easy to actually put it into practice. Even if Nie Yinzhi had such an idea in mind, she couldn't be hasty or reckless. What's more, she was just gambling. If she lost, she would really be burned to ashes by her own blood. Nie

Yinzhi raised her hand, tore off the satin, and touched the symbiotic curse mark on her wrist. Gu Jiang should be asleep now, right?

Her eyes moved, and she summoned a small golden bud. Her fingertips stopped on the small leaf, tapped it lightly, and paused for a moment, and her fingertips slid down along the golden veins on the leaf.

That day, after they moved the leaf, they played with it once or twice. Even when they had a quarrel and separated, Nie Yinzhi still used the leaf to torment him from a distance. The devil had a temper as good as a clay ball, and she allowed him to be flattened and rounded.

Gu Jiang froze when he felt the familiar touch on his body. Nie Yinzhi was touching the leaf, and it was very likely that he was empathizing. He took a deep breath and cleared his mind.

He was on the lake of the blood moon shadow at this time, and there was another person in the pavilion, Han Jing.

As agreed, Gu Jiang showed Han Jing the scene of his ascension.

Han Jing seemed to have some understanding. He stood by the pavilion, looking at the dark red lake at his feet. The lake was surrounded by mountains. The mountains looked real and fake, like phantoms, but also like they existed in reality.

This space was completely independent. The secret realm still needed to abide by the deep-rooted rules of heaven in this world, but here it was not necessary. All the rules were in Gu Jiang's hands, just like the way of heaven.

Just like the way of heaven.

Gu Jiang tightened his fingers under his sleeves. At this moment, the soft touch was caressing his solemn robe. He swallowed in his throat, without any ripples on his face. He still said in a calm tone: "What do you think?"

"This is simply a gamble." Han Jing turned around and sat back in the pavilion.

"Whether you win or lose, I will keep you safe." Gu Jiang made a promise lightly, but there was an inexplicable strength that made people believe in him.

In this confrontation with the way of heaven, Han Jing was at most a medium connecting the two. He had practiced for nearly a thousand years and was no longer afraid of life and death, but survival was human instinct. He would not give up easily before the last moment, and he did not want to die in a daze.

"Of course I believe you." Han Jing asked in confusion, "Since you have already left the cycle of heaven, why do you want to step in again?"

"If you really left, I would not sit here with you to negotiate." Gu Jiang has been oppressed by the power of heaven since he fell into the devil. This will not kill him. Over time, he has become accustomed to it. He will not mind living like this for thousands or tens of thousands of years.

If it weren't for Nie Yinzhi...

The touch on his body became more and more vivid. Gu Jiang's face changed slightly, but his eyelashes couldn't help trembling. His arms dropped under the table, and his folded sleeves fluttered in front of him. Nie Yinzhi, she was getting more and more excited!

Han Jing had no idea how to read people's expressions and talked too much, "The pressure of the Heavenly Power that you said was almost the same as the pressure on the eve of the tribulation?"

Gu Jiang nodded, "So... it's true." He tried to adjust his breathing.

"Isn't it equivalent to bearing the pressure of the tribulation and wrestling with the Heavenly Dao?" Han Jing had a look of admiration on his face, "Since the birth of the Xuanpo Sword, the Heavenly Power has been pressing on me again. It's been less than a year, and I couldn't bear it. But you have lived under such Heavenly Power for a thousand years, which is really admirable."

Nie Yinzhi seemed to flick the leaves with his fingertips, and Gu Jiang took a breath and almost couldn't control himself and bent down. Han Jing finally noticed something unusual and asked with concern: "Senior, what's wrong with you..."

He was thrown out of this space before he could finish his words.

In the town a hundred miles away from the Ten Thousand Demons Cave, Han Jing's consciousness suddenly fell back to his body. He opened his eyes without knowing what was going on. Only he could feel the might of heaven pressing down on his head, almost breaking his neck.

Han Jing summoned his Xuanpo sword sheath and touched it. Under such might of heaven, his back was still straight, and the sword intent in his meridians was rushing and roaring. He was already a little impatient.

Inside the Blood Moon Tower in the Ten Thousand Demons Cave, Nie Yinzhi kneaded the golden leaf for a long while, and a warm emotion spread from his empathy. Gu Jiang had few thoughts, as if he was suppressed by something. He was probably really asleep.

But even if he was asleep, the feeling of his body was still transmitted from his emotions. Nie Yinzhi put his wrist on the pillow and stared at the leaf for a moment. Her heart beat faster and faster. She was entangled for a long time, so long that she was about to explode because of the plan in her mind before she did anything.

Finally, she closed her eyes, plucked up the courage to open her mouth, and leaned over to hold the leaf on the golden bud.

Gu Jiang's figure just appeared at the head of the bed, and he happened to take this scene into his eyes. Then, the feeling was projected onto him without any delay.

"Nieyin..." Gu Jiang's knees softened, and he half-knelt in front of the bed.

Nieyin opened his eyes and stared at the person kneeling in front of him.

The author has something to say:

Yinyin: Is it stimulating?

Gujiang: It's so stimulating that I kneel down.

Yinyin wants to dig a hole and bury herself immediately.