Chen Yi is confident.

With his talent in this life, he broke through the Yuan Baby, but it was a matter of time, so the demon Dao died, and he naturally inherited the Taoist temple and became the new demon Dao.

Not wanting to be disturbed by others, he dismissed a group of animals that night.

Well...

Except for the woman in red.

Looking for death and life, he refused to leave, and even forced him to die, but Chen Yi had no choice but to allow him to stay temporarily as a personal maid to take care of his daily life.

"It's okay, don't bother me."

After explaining some precautions, Chen Yi walked into the secret room used by his predecessor for cultivation.

He was in a hurry to stabilize his realm, but he didn't notice it at all.

After the door was closed, the pair of idiots stared at their backs, as if embedded in the pupils of a whole galaxy, reflecting a faint wisp of imperceptible deep demonic aura:

"It's nothing more than a son and red makeup."

"Hehe, what a son, with red makeup... saved my life, that's my person, I can't escape from the palm of my hand in this life, Young Master Chen Yi~"

This woman is actually a monk!

…

Accompanied by Sangeng at night, the sword intent was not dispersed in the air, and Chen Yi was still sitting in the secret room to cultivate.

Whisper.

Seeing that she didn't mean to stop at all, the boring woman who was waiting for her simply found a hidden corner, pretending to sleep with frosty eyes, opening her mouth slightly, and swallowing the essence of the stars and moon.

Suddenly!

A long and dull heartbeat, like a dusk drum and morning bell, broke the silence of the deep night, and a black demon heart was projected in the dark void.

"Knock, knock, knock."

The woman in red clutched her chest, and her face showed incredulity: "My demon heart... Why does the Demon Heart beat so fast? Could it be that there is a big demon born nearby? ”

She was born in the Demon Land Holy Land, the Ancient Demon Mountain, and has a true demon heart in her chest, and the True Immortal Bone, the treasure of the Zhenzong of the Taishang Immortal Sect, the leader of the righteous path, is tied for the first treasure body in the world.

Correct.

The most treasures have spirits, and if there are spirits, they are proud, not to be famous, but to meet opponents in chess: since the true immortal bones disappeared three thousand years ago, the true demon heart will no longer beat.

has been passed down to the generation of women in red, and they have been sleeping for an endless time.

There are only two possibilities for re-manifestation:

Either the descendants of the Taishang True Immortal Bone have descended to the world, or other slightly inferior treasures are challenging the Demon Heart... Women are more inclined to the latter.

After all, few righteous path immortal cultivators dared to set foot in the demon land, not to mention how peerless the heirs of the true immortal bones were? How could the old immortal of the Taishang Sect allow him to put himself in danger?

With that in mind.

The woman in red pondered for a while, laid a defensive formation for the Taoist temple, and then quietly left, searching for the source of the recovery of the demon heart: she had never contacted Chen Yi.

Although I can't see through the specific physique, I have been together for more than ten years, and I haven't seen what the demon heart is, the possibility of a true immortal bone should not be great, as for the direction of the demon path...

The latter is practicing the "Taishang Heart Sutra", and she is not blind.

Nothing was said all night.

In the early morning of the next day, before his young master had dinner, he dug the entire Changsheng Mountain Range three feet into the ground, but he never found a living woman in red and returned in vain.

Then, pretending that nothing happened, he did the laundry, cooked for Chen Yi, and cleaned the room.

Life is just like this.

Chen Yi gradually got used to the presence of the red clothes, and the wisps of fragrance that always appeared in his sleep, and then lingered on his lips and teeth, refreshing people's hearts and spleens, and lingering for a long time.

Ten years in the blink of an eye.

The woman's face is not old, the red dress is not stained with dust, a smile and a smile, stunning the mountains and forests, and the birds flying in the clouds; Gestures, like a jade and cold fairy, enchanting and moving.

Chen Yi was aware of his cultivators' heels.

And she also determined Chen Yi's physique.

It is not the Taishang True Immortal Bone, but it is far stronger than the Taishang True Immortal Bone, and before the hair is full, it can provoke the jealousy of the true demon heart, which is enough to be summarized with horror.

Both of them are very tacitly aware of their discoveries and bury them deep in their hearts.

For the master and servant who fought their way out of the desperate eternal night to embraced each other to welcome the dawn, it didn't matter who they were.

You promise me a pair of butterfly wings, and I promise you a lifetime without fighting.

You don't let me wander, I don't have nothing to rely on.

It's good that you're here.

Ten years and ten years.

this day.

Chen Yi broke through the middle of Jindan, and the woman brought wild meat, ready to celebrate him.

Only then did the bonfire be set up.

A black flag with a magic character was waved in the wind, and the demon cultivator crossed the void like a sea, and bowed to the woman: "The three-hundred-year period has expired, and we will welcome the new demon lord back to the mountain!" ”

The woman's face changed, and she turned to Chen Yi suddenly: "Young Master, you listen to me..."

"Eat first."

Chen Yi raised his hand, his expression was unwavering: "I'll go back when I'm full." ”

"Get out of here!"

The woman in red had cold eyes, her hands were swinging behind her back, and she directly drank back the demon cultivation battle that covered the sky and the sun, and turned to Chen Yi, but she was still pitiful as she was thirty years ago.

Bei Ya gently bit his thin lip, and while roasting meat, he timidly explained: "My name is Chan Hongyi, I have a true demon heart, and I am the destined demon lord of the Eternal Demon Mountain. ”

"Hmm."

Chen Yi stared at the bonfire, and his face was not happy or angry.

The woman continued to whisper: "Before each demon lord ascended the throne, he would self-proclaim three hundred years of cultivation to sharpen his demon heart, so I would fall to this point that year. ”

"Hmm."

Still responded in a not salty way, the woman panicked, and knelt in front of Chen Yi in front of a group of vassals: "The red clothes know their mistakes, please young master... Punish! ”

In the void, there was an uproar.

Chen Yi lowered his eyebrows and sighed, helped the woman up, and took the barbecue grill in her hand:

"I don't blame you, you don't owe me, saving your life thirty years ago was an unintentional move, not to mention that you have served me for thirty years, and the favor should have been paid off a long time ago."

"I can't pay it off, and I don't want to pay it off!"

Chan Hongyi's eyes were red, and her mood was a little wrong: "Young Master, is it okay to go back to the Magic Mountain with me?" You are the lord of the devil, I am a minister, and we are still like this. ”

Returning to the Magic Mountain is the responsibility of being the heir of the true Demon Heart.

But in her opinion, the Demon Lord Throne that countless demon cultivators had dreamed of was far less precious than a smile from the young master, and she could exchange it for Chen Yi without hesitation.

Chen Yi shook his head.

Stretched out his hand to smooth the female demon green silk, with a rare gentleness on his expression, but he did not speak.

"Young Master..."

Separation is a foregone conclusion.

The woman's jade fist was clenched, the kedan was embedded in the jade wrist, and the red hot blood slowly overflowed along the fingers: the sound of "ticking and ticking" on the ground was all moved.

Half a day.

As if she had made some kind of great determination, she let go of her hand and put it on her chest: "I don't know if you really don't understand or pretend... Forget it, it doesn't matter. ”

The woman with a strong smile kneaded her fullness, and her eyes gradually became crazy: "Young Master, since you don't want to go back to the Ancient Demon Mountain with me, you have to leave some thoughts." ”

The voice was paused.

Subsequently.

In the astonished exclamations, the blood mist was filled like flowers, the demonic energy was surging like a spring, and the law chanted: The woman in red actually tore open her chest!

"Huh!"

The Demon Cultivation Array that was hiding in the void suddenly rioted, Chen Yi's pupils shook violently, and both sides shot at the same time, each showing their own magical powers, wanting to stop Chan Hongyi's actions that were indistinguishable from self-harm.

"Don't come here!"

The woman's figure shook, and she stepped into a mysterious black lotus, and quickly retreated backwards, a hundred feet away from everyone, and used the ancient wood to resist the crumbling delicate body, and whispered weakly:

"Young Master..."

"I have a demonic heart, known as the supreme in the world, and it is rumored that those who have penetrated the creator in it can stand up for transcendence, do not enter reincarnation, do not invade ten thousand laws, and are difficult to destroy."

Tone falls

She gritted her teeth, and her jade hand clenched suddenly: a heart with mysterious patterns on the surface, exuding ancient Taoist rhyme, accompanied by demons, beating strong and powerful.

"Young Master..."

"This is my heart, I want it, let it beat in your chest, let it accompany you instead of me, from now on, you and I are inseparable by blood."

She was forcing Chen Yi to make a decision.

My heart is given to you, and my intention is also expressed, if you accept it, we will pierce the window paper, and if you continue to pretend to be stupid, we will part ways.

Chen Yi's chest rose and fell, as if he was angry, but looking at the pale and haggard face in front of him, the words of reproach were like a fish in his throat, and he couldn't say anything...

In the end, it's still distressing.

"I... Want. ”

Angry and helpless to give his own answer, Chen Yi roughly dragged the woman into his arms, lowered his head and bit the red lips: thin sweat and light clothes, the beauty is half shy.

Lip splitting.

A wisp of crystal saliva fell, and the red-clothed witch looked at her and whispered in her ear:

"The demon land is full of love, and there is only enough to love one person in a lifetime, but it is life and death."

"Beginning with the appearance of a cold immortal, trapped in the grace of saving lives and protecting the way, loyal to ten years of hardship and suffering, and now offering the heart of the devil, you are my new life, my god..."

"I love you."

A mouthful of the devil's heart is swallowed into the belly, and the demon land has a king, whose name is Chen Yi, the lord of the red clothes.

"Hmm..."

"Huh?"

"Hmmm!

"Let's go back to the Magic Mountain!"

The demon cultivators immediately respectfully greeted Chan Hongyi onto the void ferry, and the latter stood on the bow of the boat, graceful, and waved his hand at Chen Yi: "I'm leaving, young master." ”

Chen Yi nodded, and the ferry set off, sinking into the void.

"Chan Hongyi!"

Last second.

He suddenly shouted, and the woman on the ferry looked back.

"When I become the number one in the world, I will go to you!"

The top of the Magic Mountain on this day.

There is a white robe who swears to heaven and earth, and monopolizes ten fights.

There is a red dress with smiling green sideburns, which suppresses the spring color in the world!