Golden light enveloped the entire east wing. Tang Yinchen and Yang Huanzhi sat cross-legged face to face, with their hands facing each other.
Obscure spells continued to be recited from his mouth, and complex gestures were made with both hands, and a stream of light emerged. A horse-shaped mark kept flickering between his eyebrows, while Yang Huanzhi's forehead suddenly grew a corner on the opposite side, his facial features were deformed, and his body shape was also changing.
Red hair soon covered his body.
Jinse's face suddenly turned slumped, it was Wuji! That man's prototype turned out to be Wuji Beast?!
[In ancient times, all living things took form in the world. In the barren mountains, no vegetation grew. There was a demon living alone, named Wuji. It looked like a horse, red as red fire, and had a single horn on its forehead. Its eyes were named Wuji.
Ji Lu, the left eye connects Yin and Yang, and the right eye connects the six realms.】
But how could that man from another world be in the form of Wuji?!
Liao Chen, who noticed something strange, finally came over at this moment.
When he saw that the contract had begun, his face turned blue and white, and then turned blue again. He looked at Jinse, who touched her nose with an innocent look on her face, blinked, and asked for help with her eyes, asking him to clean up the mess for her.
"You're just talking nonsense!" He scolded in a deep voice.
Jinse pursed her lips, hummed twice, her eyes filled with tears, and Liao Chen's heart suddenly softened.
Jian's eyebrows wrinkled almost imperceptibly, and his long arm waved, and there was a sound of air tearing, and the four of them teleported to the courtyard at the same time.
Quickly making complicated hand gestures and silently reciting incantations, a variety of dazzling Sanskrit characters flew out, covering the two people who were in the contract.
Blue lotus lanterns flew out from his sleeves one after another and landed around the two people.
The faint light and fire were extinguishing the fire. Whenever a lotus lantern was lit, Yang Huanzhi's face could not help but reveal a look of pain.
There are a total of forty-nine green lotus lanterns. When they are all lit up, they form an array, shining with the sacred golden Buddha light.
The frost-soaked umbrella that had been put aside suddenly flew up and penetrated into the heart of the formation. It opened and rotated above the two people's heads, and the dark blue and vermilion light spots floated up and down. The majestic spiritual energy in the mountains seemed to be summoned by some kind of summons and
Guided, they all entered the frost-soaked umbrella.
Jinse looked at this scene and was a little at a loss. She didn't know how to save people's lives, especially such a change of fate, which was beyond her control.
Today, it was an eye-opener.
At the same time, a strange thought arose in my heart...
But in Liao Chen's opinion, the method she gave Tang Yinchen was not only a bad idea, it was simply adding fuel to the fire, but he accidentally activated the dipping frost.
I don’t know whether it’s a blessing or a disaster.
Zhenshuang is an artifact bred by heaven and earth. Since he recognized Tang Yinchen as his master, he was naturally willing to wait for him to grow up, but how could he tolerate him entering into a master-servant contract with a ferocious beast?
What's more, Wu Ji is the master and Tang Yinchen is the slave!
For Zhenshuang, isn’t it a great shame and humiliation? How can I endure it?
The shape of the frost-soaked umbrella is constantly changing. On the dark blue umbrella surface, blood-red dragon patterns emerge, and the umbrella handle is made of ice bones, with red lines spreading upwards. The swimming dragon is lifelike, whistling and humming, shocking people's hearts.
The spiritual power was like a nimble little snake, burrowing into Tang Yinchen's body and wandering around freely. The mark of the mist beast between his eyebrows became faintly visible, and at the same time, a red dragon pattern appeared on his right wrist.
Opposite him, Yang Huanzhi, who had been silent since he fell into coma, was trembling, and his hair, which was as red as red fire, became shiny and sharp.
When he opened his eyes, there was nothing in the two eye sockets. The skin was dry and bloodless, pale and cracked, and the flesh and blood could be seen rolled out. It was very hideous and terrifying.
Not only was Jinse shocked, but even Liaochen's expression changed.
Wuji lost his eyes and his strength was greatly reduced, while Tang Yinchen was unable to withstand the power of frost for a while, and his meridians were broken.
The Jinse was placed below, and he couldn't bear it. He held it gently with his right hand, and a white jade xun flashed in his hand with a golden shimmer. He passed it to his lips, and the sound of the jade xun came out.
Tang Yinchen and Yang Huanzhi's hearts were originally agitated, but they finally calmed down after hearing the sound of the xun.
However, Liao Chen subtly changed the contract between the two of them, from a master-servant contract to a blood contract. Using him as the third party to guide them, he forced the two to conclude a blood contract.
Wuji was unwilling to give in, and neither was Chushuang. They strongly rejected each other, but it was Tang Yinchen who suffered.
Every blood vessel burst, and the blood streaks spreading on the skin were terrifying.
He gritted his teeth and endured it, but refused to take his eyes away from Yang Huanzhi.
Just when they were deadlocked, Yang Huanzhi, who should have lost all consciousness, suddenly moved his claws, rubbed his hands twice, twisted his head, and transformed into a human body again.
After a while, he seemed to have regained his consciousness and held Tang Yinchen's hand, "Achen..."
Tang Yinchen noticed that his palms were cold and opened his eyes, only to see Yang Huanzhi smiling gently at him. Although his eye sockets were empty and his face was miserable, Tang Yinchen could still feel the warmth.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred.
Yang Huanzhi felt pain in his heart again, and a blue shadow flew out.
Tang Yinchen took a closer look and saw what a beautiful person she was! Even though he had seen beauties in his life, only Jinse and Miss Mi Yao from Jiyuefang could be slightly better!
The beauty's blue dress was in tatters and could not cover her body. Her knee-length dark blue curly hair obscured many of the beautiful scenery. A long pure white blood-stained cloth covered her eyes. The exposed green lotus root was covered with swords.
The scars are old and new. Especially the deep and long scar on the neck that goes from deep to shallow from left to right. At a glance, it is obvious that he attempted suicide.
No one knows how much humiliation and suffering Sangsang suffered.
No one knows how important Wu Ji is to her, so that she can still smile at him so innocently and happily after experiencing all kinds of pain.
The endless tears in the corners of the eyes, the smile that cannot be wiped off the lips, and the unclear thoughts in the heart are finally condensed into a gentle call, "Brother Aji! Sangsang is finally waiting for you!"
Hearing the familiar call, Yang Huanzhi had already remembered everything, "Sang Sang? Is it really you?! Are you still alive?"
He couldn't see her appearance, but he could guess that after his death, without his protection, she would be in extreme pain.
"Brother, Sangsang has been dragging his body around to find you for many years. I thought there was no hope, but I didn't expect to see you again! From now on, you and I, brother and sister, will never be separated again!"
"good!"
A gentle word "good" made Sangsang's heart full of "cracks" gradually heal.
"Brother, Sang Sang has found Sister Jin'er and A Zhan, but Sang Sang doesn't want to take revenge because Sangsang has already found his brother! Brother, let's go back to Huangwu, that is our home."
Sang Sang's sweet voice trembled, and she threw herself into Yang Huanzhi's arms.
Sister Jiner?
Jinse listened below, puzzled and confused. She didn't seem to know this woman?
Tang Yinchen's heart was tugged at this moment, and he held his hand tightly without any warmth.
The familiar temperature and breath in his arms made Yang Huanzhi a little dazed. He stroked her hair with his other hand and sighed, "Sang Sang, I have concluded a contract with Yinchen in this life. I can't leave him, and he can't leave him."