A gust of wind blew by, bringing with it a bit of a chilly atmosphere.
Every corner here is full of magic,
"Behold, he comes again."
"Oh my god, it turns out that the barrier protects us outside."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu It's so scary. He crushed my skull under his feet last time, and my face was completely disfigured..."
The young man slowly opened his eyes, feeling a splitting headache, but he didn't panic at all when he could see clearly.
Oh, back to the Demon Abyss again.
There are the most monsters under the Demonic Abyss, which can tear people into pieces and swallow them in pieces, but at the same time, the demonic energy is the strongest.
The darkest and filthiest ones are the ones who come out the most ruthless.
Xie Weiran raised his lips sarcastically, this time it was not funny at all.
The main reason is that he can't remember many things, and he probably killed the people he hated, but it's boring to just go over and over again.
The first time Xie Weiran was thrown into the Demonic Abyss was after he was expelled from the Immortal Sect. His whole body was injured and the blood was almost drained, and he had to endure the bites of monsters.
He hates.
Hate everyone.
He relied on resentment to survive desperately in the devil's abyss. After an unknown amount of time, he could easily tear through the barrier and get rid of all the monsters that sneaked in and bit him at every turn.
Soon, after the Demon King's Seal was activated, his cultivation level increased greatly, which directly helped him sweep the entire Demon Realm and ascend to the high throne.
With almost no effort, he led the demon generals to break through the barrier that sealed the demon realm and slaughtered several sects in one night.
He also personally killed the Qianyi Immortal Lord who had tortured him for many years.
But she died too quickly, and Xie Weiran felt unhappy.
So he practiced the secret skills of the demons, reset the world, and killed her again, but still tortured her for three years before she died.
Xie Weiran still felt that she died too easily.
He began to adjust the timeline and became her nightmare every time she was powerless.
The world resets faster and faster, and he kills people almost in the blink of an eye.
day to day.
People everywhere were devastated, and the entire world of immortality united to attack Xie Weiran. He directly opened the entrance to the Demon Realm and let the people from the world of immortality rush to his palace to fight.
The demon army and the righteous monks were fighting in front of the palace, and the battle was raging. Xie Weiran sat on the high step, propped up his chin, and looked indifferently at the blood flowing into the river and the wreckage on the ground.
Righteous monks shouted angrily before they died: "You will not die well!"
Xie Weiran only found it funny.
He didn't have a good death to begin with.
Over time.
Even killing someone wouldn't cause any turmoil in his heart.
after that.
Xie Weiran began to hate everything in this world.
He originally wanted to destroy himself, but he also felt that there was no use in keeping such a boring world, so he might as well destroy it together.
After practicing for many days, he was finally able to destroy mountains, rivers, trees, birds and beasts, and even people in an instant.
But at that moment, he found that the world had come to a standstill and all sounds had disappeared.
The world has become very quiet.
In the darkness and chaos, only he can move, breathe, and live clearly.
Just can't die.
Xie Weiran was annoyed.
At this time, Tiandao found him and asked him if he would like to block his memory and start over.
Xie Weiran took back the hand that was about to stab the sky and said casually, "Whatever."
He blocked his memory, sealed his cultivation, turned into a child, and started everything over again.
Damn it, the memory was not sealed. He recognized the person he had killed countless times at a glance.
but.
This person seems different.
She would hug him tenderly, heal his wounds, give him candied haws, and teach him how to practice swordsmanship...
She always smiles at him.
Whenever his memory was confused, he would compare the two people to see if she was pretending, but he would immediately notice the difference.
This person is very picky about food, does not like bitter or sour food, likes sweets and spicy food, is very afraid of pain, and likes to sleep.
He was cold and distant to others, but always had a gentle smile towards him.
And you said... you like him?
and after.
What happened next?
Xie Weiran's heart trembled violently, and finally realized that a certain period of memory was blank. He rarely asked for details, but he couldn't remember it.
He anxiously walked back and forth in the Demonic Abyss, and then he discovered that he was wearing an object on the fingertips of his left hand. It was actually something from the world of immortality. The young man sneered and sneered, and he would destroy it if he took it off.
But a voice suddenly emerged from the bottom of my heart.
"This means that there is a good wife in the family, and no one else is allowed to see her again."
"I never looked at anyone else."
It's his voice.
Why did he use that pitiful tone?!
Xie Weiran became even more upset and angrily used the magic flame to burn it, but who knew that the magic flame full of spikes instantly turned into a soft cloud shape, supporting the thing.
Very good, Xie Weiran is angry.
I first cut down the black tree in the Demonic Abyss, then put it on again and started practicing the Demonic Skills.
He needs to go out quickly and find someone to ask.
…
Just one year.
The new Demon Lord is out of seclusion.
Just when the demon cultivator questioned his ability, Xie Weiran had already swept through the demon realm with ease and climbed to the high seat.
The first thing he did when he ascended the throne was to summon the black-robed elder who often walked around the world of immortality.
"Where did this thing come from?"
The black robe looked at the storage ring in Xie Weiran's hand in shock, with an expression on his face as if he had eaten ginger. Seeing the Demon Lord's expression getting more and more gloomy, he hurriedly reminded, "This is a birthday gift from the Immortal Lord to you."
Birthday gift?
Xie Weiran remembered that the current person seemed to be okay with him, and the gifts he gave him were normal, nothing surprising.
As he said that, the young man narrowed his eyes and played with this little thing carefully, even though he had seen it many times in the Demon Abyss.
Suddenly, he found that it could be opened.
There was a cold crystal jade bracelet inside. Xie Weiran looked at it intently for a while, and suddenly thundered and yelled, "What does she mean by this?! What shameless person gave her something was actually given to me by the way, how perfunctory!"
Before he could finish his words, most of the things in the Demon Palace shattered into pieces.
Xie Weiran was wearing a luxurious black brocade robe. He was pacing back and forth angrily with his hands on his hips.
"I, the people of the Demon Tribe, would actually have such vain people. They would carve out their own Demonic Bones and make bracelets for others. Oh, how stupid!"
"The people in the world of cultivating immortals have ugly faces. Go away. This is an order. The demons are not allowed to take another look at the people cultivating immortals!"
"Wait a minute! Find this idiot who dug out the demon's bone as well!"
The black robe was stunned on the spot.
Is the Demon Lord crazy or not?
In an instant, Xie Weiran smashed everything visible to the naked eye in the palace that was made of similar material to a bracelet. It still felt like there was a piece of cotton stuck in his chest, which made him feel very unhappy.
Damn it!
Xie Weiran's eyes shifted slightly and he found that the black robe was standing still, "Do you dare to disobey my order?"
The black robe was horrified, and risked his life to remind him in a loud voice: "You made that with your own hands as a gift to the Immortal. It should be a token of love."
The hall fell into a long dead silence.
A token of love...his?
The black flame in the young man's palm dragged the white bracelet towards the light, and the demon bone made of quicksand was vaguely visible. The slender white wrist suddenly flashed in his mind, and his heart tightened.
Then many images quickly flashed through his mind, including intertwined fingertips, hugging figures, foreheads touching each other, and even lips touching each other... all describing how close they had been.
once……
The blood-red eyes gradually gathered a chill, the alluring red flames on his forehead became distorted, and a violent aura surrounded him.
Half a moment.
The young man suddenly became flustered, like a child who had been abandoned casually, and murmured in a low voice: "Then what's the point of her coming back?"