When Wen Chen opened his eyes again, he found that he was the only one lying in a dark place.

Wen Chen got up and looked around, and suddenly the voice of the Ghost Venerable came from his ears.

"I cast a soul separation technique so that you can follow the path of that person's return and follow secretly, but you need to remember that you are now a half-soul, if you go there and get injured, the body that stays behind will also be injured."

When Ghost Venerable said this, his voice paused for a while, and the unfinished words were also concise and clear, if Wen Chen's half-soul body died outside, then Wen Chen would not be saved.

Ghost Venerable lowered his eyes, reached out and stroked the tip of the tea leaves standing in the tea, he continued, "Even so, do you still insist on going to have a look?" ”

Wen Chen hooked his lips, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more bitter, and he arched his hand, "There is Lao Zun." ”

Hearing this, the ghost venerable didn't ask any more questions, and the white mist that filled the room began to slowly move closer to Wen Chen's body, entering from the center of his eyebrows, gradually illuminating the road in front of Wen Chen.

Wen Chen saw that there was suddenly an extra light in the distance, and he didn't hesitate to walk towards the light.

The further he went, the more dazzling the light became, Wen Chen simply closed his eyes and continued to move forward, until he noticed that the light in front of him suddenly dimmed, and then opened his eyes.

The first thing that caught Wen Chen's eyes was the boiling and burning magma, and a burning pain hit him, and Wen Chen couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Wen Chen raised his head and looked around, where he was now, which cave should be, the magma was dark, and the deeper he went, the lighter the color became.

The surrounding magma erupted again and again, and Wen Chen stood on a piece of land in the center of the cave, which was covered with a blood-colored carpet, leading straight to the high ground on this land.

The nightmare hovered at the top of the cave, and every now and then it screamed like a baby's cry.

Wen Chen's heart sank violently when he saw everything shrouded in black fog in front of him, and he forcibly endured the discomfort in the depths of his soul, turned around, and looked up at the high ground.

Just looking at it, I couldn't help but feel a little sour in my heart.

It was only for a moment, but he still felt that on the high ground, there was the breath of the person he was thinking about.

Around the heights, the black flags printed with fierce beasts floated in an orderly manner, and there was no wind in the cave, but the flags were still fluttering.

Wen Chen took a step forward, and his steps were heavy, as if walking on a single-plank bridge, with lone peaks on both sides of the bridge, and under the bridge was an abyss.

Wen Chen lowered his eyes to the blood-colored blanket, the screams of the wild nightmare echoed in his ears, his eyes became thicker, and he stepped on the steps and walked towards the top of the high ground.

Wen Chen took a deep breath, the hand hidden in his sleeve clenched hard, and the slightly pointed nails sank into the flesh and blood, and the translucent liquid dripped slightly on the blood blanket, and disappeared in an instant.

The pain was clear, Wen Chen pursed his lips, and the liquid dripped even more.

Because Xu was already believing in his heart, Wen Chen felt that every step he took was so hard, so difficult, and the more he went up, the stronger Wen Chen's discomfort became.

Wen Chen vaguely saw a stone collapse, so he stopped, he teleported to the stone collapse with an expressionless face, and looked at the people sitting on the rock.

Wen Chen blinked, a little incredulous, but he had a feeling that he was finally at ease.

The appearance of the person in front of him is the same as Chen, which means that his Chen is not dead.

Wen Chen chuckled, wanting to reach out and touch the face of the person in front of him, but he deliberately ignored the fierce beast on the costume in front of him, ignoring the demonic qi that could no longer be pure.

Wen Chen's hand lifted and slowly landed near the side of his face, pausing.

Wen Chen's hands trembled slightly, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and the tears fell silently.

There was only a momentary pause, and the man's eyes snapped open.

The gold and gray heterochromatic pupils stared fiercely ahead, like a beast waiting for the right moment in their eyes.

Wen Chen bit his lip, but he couldn't speak, it turned out that this person was similar to the face in his memory, did he find the wrong person? Kechen is also clearly not much different from this person's appearance.

Wen Chen looked at the person in front of him attentively, he was immersed in the rest of himself, but he didn't notice that the eyes of the person in front of him looking ahead had been completely fixed on him.

A thick hatred flashed, and the demon smiled evilly, he stretched out his hand and walked straight towards Wen Chen's white neck, without the slightest hesitation or reluctance.

I really didn't expect it!

In order to better integrate with the blood resentment flute, he divided the most wasteful part of his body, and this kind of harvest, the prince of the heavenly realm would actually come to this demon realm alone to die for a mere doppelganger.

This is really even the Heavenly Dao helping!

Mo Yi locked Wen Chen's throat and held him in front of him, he squinted his eyes and looked at the face of the person in front of him with disdain, indifferent and delicate, not of the highest quality.

But the way this man looked at him, it was really damn disgusting!

Mo Yi held back the inexplicable emotions that suddenly surged up in his heart, he let go of his hand, let Wen Chen gasp, and Mo Yi turned to hook Wen Chen's chin, but the force was enough to shatter Wen Chen's jaw.

Wen Chen's eyes were gloomy, he really didn't understand, he didn't understand who he liked, and he didn't understand what went wrong?

"Yo, what's the matter, the heavenly realm is so idle, and the prince still has time to come to our Demon Domain to have fun?"

Mo Yi's tone was extremely disgusted by Wen Chen, but he didn't dare to look directly into Mo Yi's eyes.

Mo Yi's eyes dimmed slightly, and he continued to laugh and mock, "I don't know if the other Laozi immortals in the heavenly realm know it, their prince is actually a broken sleeve!" ”

Frankly speaking, the demon has never paid attention to his own orientation, and it doesn't really make much difference whether he is male or female, and the memories of the doppelganger have long since merged with his memories.

He knew that the clone was greasy and crooked with this prince, and although the memory merged with him, in his opinion, it was more like witnessing another person's life.

He couldn't tell why, the prince in the memory of the clone was gentle and vivid, so vivid that maybe even he was a little moved.

And the eyes of the person in front of him were gloomy, and his face was excessively pale, if he hadn't noticed the slight tremor of his body, he would have really thought that the person in front of him had lost his soul.

The more he compared it to the appearance in his memory, the more disgusted he became, and the little sadistic thoughts slowly expanded in his mind, and a red light flashed in Mo Yi's gray pupils.

He leaned over violently and bit Wen Chen's lip fiercely.

Wen Chen's body stiffened for a moment, and he was a little numb to the pain, he closed his eyes obediently, the tears in the corners of his eyes slowly fell, and the sadness filled every corner of his body in just a moment.

Wen Chen was about to know that even though the person in front of him was the same as the person he met when he was a child, the person he liked was gone after all, and he would never come back.