Secretly killing the sky? What is that?

Yan Jiu was thinking about it here, but he heard the fate come back, "It's okay." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The anger in the Demon Lord's words became thicker and thicker, "Feng Sanniang." ”

Feng Sanniang knelt down in response, "The subordinates are here." ”

"Send the ninth Buddha son of this immeasurable mountain to this king to the dark killing heaven!"

"Obey ......"

Seeing that there was no more excitement to see, Yan Jiu simply found a flat place on this roof and dozed off.

"Big Ash, it's really easy for this king to find."

Yan Jiu had slept soundly, but he was suddenly awakened by the demon lord who was like a substance, and Yan Jiu couldn't help but shrink his neck when he saw this.

The Demon Lord picked up the "mortal beast" in front of him, and when the master was worried and annoyed, this guy actually hid aside and slept secretly, which was a great crime.

The palm with leather gloves stroked Yan Jiu's soft and plush back, and the smooth touch obviously pleased the vigorous Demon Lord.

In the face of this kind of treatment that can be called "hooligan", Yan Jiu said that she is used to it.

For the demon lord and Qing Yan, who have turned into their original bodies with "fluff control", they are left with the treatment of "calling and leaving".

Thinking of Qing Yan, Yan Jiu couldn't help but be stunned, since this guy left last time, he didn't know where he had gone, and he hadn't even heard a word so far.

It can't be that after waking up, I think of all kinds of drunkenness and be ashamed to see people.

But after getting drunk, Qingyan, who is eager to "marry" himself, is very cute even if he thinks about it now.

"Big Ash," but saw the Demon Lord's voice rise again, "Do you want to see something interesting?" ”

This kind of argument of being stopped by a lewd man on the street and peddling some unspeakable small CDs is said by the Demon Lord, why is there no disobedience at all?

Yan Jiu: No! I don't want to see it at all!

"Big Ash, this is a promise?" The Demon Lord was in a good mood and stroked Yan Jiu's back, "Since Da Ash wants to see it, then I'll take you to a good place." ”

Before the Demon Lord could finish speaking, the two of them came to a dark gate.

The door is boundless and edgeless, with a gray canopy on the top and the earth under the feet, which seems to be extremely vast, and gives people a sense of extreme disgust.

I didn't see the Demon Lord make any decisions, or say any passwords, but I saw the boundless door, as if accepting him, and quietly opened a gap.

The Demon Lord turned into a gust of wind and carried Yan Jiu into this dark killing sky.

At this time, thousands of miles away, somewhere separated from Yan Jiu, a man in a crane cloak climbed in the snowstorm.

It was a narrow road, half of the cliff protruded, the ice on the cliff was as hard as iron and sharp as a knife, and everywhere the wind was furious and hail, and the snow was hungry, and the wind swept off and the snow fell on the crane cloak with a muffled sound.

The male cultivator in the crane cloak was firm step by step, as if the wind and snow in front of him were only used for enjoying the scenery, until the male cultivator climbed to the top of the ice-carved jade mountain, the raging wind and snow did not stop.

"Young Lord".

A black figure appeared behind the crane cloaked male cultivator, "Young Master Qiqi, the elders want to meet you." ”

The male cultivator in the crane cloak was stunned when he looked at his footprints hidden by the wind and snow.

There was silence for a while, but the male cultivator in the crane cap spoke, "Chu Wu, how long have I been here?" ”

"Young Lord, you have been in this "Condensation Table" for two thousand one hundred and forty-five years. Chu Wu returned respectfully.

"Where's the outside? How long has it been outside? ”

"Young Master, it's been more than a year since you left the Central Continent."

"It's only been a year, I don't know how she is......"

Chu Wu lowered his head deeply when he heard this, he didn't dare to ask who the young master mentioned "he" was, but Chu Wu knew that the reason why the young master was able to stay in the condensing platform for two thousand years was because of the "he" in the young master's mouth.

Or—" She. ”

The wind blew mixed with snow particles, falling on the golden mask covered by the crane man's face, quietly melting, and Yan Jiu in his memory smiled skillfully: "Tomorrow, tomorrow I will marry you." ”

"Ah Jiu, you have to keep your promise to ......"

"Hehe, believe in you, I'm really naïve."

Yan Jiu rolled his eyes silently, don't tell me, the so-called "good place" refers to here.

As soon as Yan Jiu entered this dark killing sky, he couldn't help but shiver, which was like throwing a tropical man who was dancing hula to Antarctica.

Although there was only a thin layer of frost on the ground, the temperature here was extremely cold.

It was so cold that even Yan Jiu, the long-haired demon beast of the Golden Pill (Yuan Baby), felt cold and piercing, not to mention the barefoot and cross-kneeled fate.

It's just that at this time, the fate is no longer as peaceful as a god when I first saw him, and I saw that his bare skin outside the white monk's robe was layered with scabies.

Because the blisters were so dense that the sores were squeezed and ruptured, yellow pus mixed with blood flowed out of the exposed sores.

At this time, the body was like a huge wound, a steady stream of flesh sores were cascading out, new sores were constantly being squeezed out, and the exposed sores were refrozen by this cold weather.

Yan Jiu only felt cold when he saw this, but he could still resist this frostbite all over his body, constantly reciting the scriptures, and the prayer beads between his fingers were twisted from time to time.

Yan Jiu couldn't help but admire the person in front of him, this ninth generation of Buddhas does have its extraordinary.

"Does Big Ash feel cold," the Demon Lord's fingers stroked the velvet on Yan Jiu's back, "This is the dark killing sky, there are no four seasons of cold and warm, only day and night are different." ”

"The days are extremely hot, and the nights are cold, and the taste is comparable to supreme torture."

As soon as the Demon Lord's words fell, the surrounding temperature dropped again, and the pus that flowed out of the sores made the whole person and the frost on the ground tightly adhered to one place.

And his body was like an apple that had been frozen to the extreme, and his whole body was deformed with belts and bones, bursting into blue-blue corpses all over the ground.

The string of prayer beads that he twisted from time to time, "Gu Lulu" rolled to the feet of the Demon Lord.

But the demon lord didn't look at it, but he blew a breath towards the broken corpses all over the ground, and saw that the fate was gathered again, and it became the fate of the reciting scriptures.

If there were no rosaries in his hands at this time, Yan Jiu would still think that what he saw just now was just his own illusion.

Seeing this, the Demon Lord smiled, "You still want to know the whereabouts of the Holy Buddha's bones?" ”

Yuan's expression was faint, as if it wasn't him who had experienced everything just now.

"Please tell the Demon Lord."

"You're so nice!" The Demon Monarch was angry again, "The night hasn't passed yet, and the Buddha is too anxious." ”

Just as the Demon Lord spoke, the frost flowers on the ground quickly receded, and the temperature suddenly rose, and in an instant, the air between Yan Jiu's breaths was as hot as magma...... (To be continued.) )