Chapter 68: Seek

Yan Jin is an extremely tough person.
He did not collapse when he was bullied by all kinds when he was a child, and did not collapse when he faced countless demons and monsters alone, and even when he was forced to enter the wasteland and become a demon again, he did not collapse.
The only moment of Yan Jin's collapse was the moment when Song Yong was lying at his feet in blood, telling him all the truth.
At that time, Qing Yunzong had been left to an empty shelf by Song Kun, and Yan Jin destroyed all the sectarian gates that had suffered his humiliation without any effort. Only Song Kun remained, struggling to his death.
Song Yan felt the killing from Yan Jin. He was trembling, blood was dripping from the wound, and howling was ridiculous, but he couldn't escape. In front of Yan Jin, he was vulnerable.
However, he was not reconciled.
He looked at Yan Jin. Fear, pain, hate, and unwillingness mixed, making his look extremely embarrassing. He smiled strangely, but this smile revealed a hint of taunt, and a cough fell to the ground He said hoarsely, "Yan Jin, do you remember who you killed?"
Yan Jin didn't answer, and looked intently at Song Yan, condescending, as if looking at a worthless ant, Yin Hong's eyes had no emotion.
After entering the devil, Yan Jin was stained with too much blood in his hands, there were monsters and ghosts, there were immortals and human beings, countless. If you remember anything, it should be ...
His teacher.
That directly caused him to look like a teacher.
Those who broke his spiritual roots and ruined all his hopes.
No, that person is not worthy of being his master! His Master should not be like this!
Yan Jin's eyes deepened. When he was brought back by Song Yong at the edge of the wasteland, Yan Jin was infected too much by the magical energy, and his memory was chaotic for a long time. It was not until later that he became enchanted that he gradually recovered his memory and completely remembered that he had embraced His people.
See you at his age.
Where did he go? Why did he disappear when he was old ...
He searched for so long, searched so many places, asked so many people, but couldn't find anyone. Where did he go?
At the age of age, he can survive in the wasteland, and at the age of age, he can certainly--
"You're afraid you don't know. Shen Zhixian once went out to practice under the pseudonym, and when he came back, his life was gone-oh, it was not lifeless, after all, the semi-magic took his house, anyway, it was a few years more for him."
"I heard that you've been looking for someone in recent years, and I don't know if the year-old you are looking for has anything to do with Shen Zhixian ha ha ha ha ha-"
With a flash of sword light, Song Kun issued a sharp scream, rolling his shoulders over the wounds on his shoulders, cutting his arm to a short distance, wrapped in a mass of black gas, and soon a few bones were left. .
Yan Jin's eyes were almost bleeding. The hand holding the sword was trembling because it was too hard, and the cold intention of killing emerged from him, almost breaking Song Yan into scum: "What do you say ? "
"Ha, ha ha ha ..." The blood couldn't stop at all, and Song Ye thought he wasn't going to die anymore, he just didn't care about it anymore, he just held his wounds and sulked, laughing like revenge, "Yan Jin, You have become a demon, you are prestigious, you have killed Shen Zhixian, you have killed everybody—ha ha ha ha ha —

The malicious laughter came to an abrupt end, and Song Ye couldn't see how Yan Jin's sword was waving. He just felt that the whole person suddenly became light and fluttering, floating in mid-air like fog, with blood all around, a gust of wind blowing After that, his consciousness drifted away.
For a lifetime, the Jiji camp had the lives of countless masters and brothers in his hands, and Song Xuan's final end was nothing more than a demise.
However, once the tissue that hides the truth was pierced through a small hole, the rest could not be hidden for long.
"Are you going to kill me? You will regret ..."
"You killed him ... you are going to kill him ..."
What Shen Zhixian said before his death suddenly popped into his mind, Yan Jin's pupils suddenly tightened, and the whole person was falling into an ice cellar, and every breath of breath was saturated with pain and despair.
-Yan Jin is crazy.
Qing Yunzong was in ruins. Yan Jin was shaving the soil with his bare hands in the place originally belonging to the forbidden room. His fingers were dripping with blood. Under the humble stone, turned to the corner of the broken clothes.
The clothes were slap-sized, soaked in blood, because the blood was too dark for a long time, and the whole piece of clothes was dry and hard. It seemed to be a bit harder, and it would be broken into fly ash.
Yan Jin knelt in front of the broken wall, holding the cloak with the faint Shen Zhixian breath, looked at it for a while, her throat was sweet, she vomited a blood, and fell on the cloak.
How that fragile corner of clothing could withstand a mouthful of blood from Mozun, silently melted into Yan Jin's blood, a drop of it dripped between Yan Jin's fingers, leaving no thought for he.
...
The demon Yan Jin from the wasteland madly raged throughout the Xiuxian world. He seemed to have completely lost his mind. Regardless of the monsters and ghosts or the Xianxiu of various schools, as long as he hit Yan Jin, he became him Wraith under the sword.
For a while, Xianxiu's world was chaotic. While they were struggling to kill various demons that escaped from the wasteland, they had to beware of when Yan Jin would suddenly appear. It was really miserable.
The Xianxiu world ushered in the second calamity. The first time was the riots of thousands of demons and demons thousands of years ago. At that time, there were several powerful suppressants that drove the demons to the wasteland, and this time, The cultivation of the immortal world has been stable for too long, but no one can suppress Yan Jin one or two.
This situation lasted for nearly a year, and the entire immortal world was almost destroyed.
Until Yan Jin's painstaking efforts finally found the immortal city.
It is rumored that there is a soul tracking grass in the immortal city, which can trace back to time and cultivate soul.
This is Yan Jin's last hope.
The man full of wolf was carefully holding a long light, there is no candle in the light, there is only a broken bone, wrapped in a dim light, faintly looking at a personal shadow.
It was just that the figure was weak and weak as if the wind was about to dissipate.
"See you at the age, don't be afraid, I have found you ... I will get you back." The man murmured, despairing in his voice.
The place of the Undead City originally existed to protect the moorland ’s seal ban. After the moorland ’s seal ban was completely broken, this mysterious undead city was also quietly hidden by the owner of the city. Yan Jin also found it extremely difficult. local.
The soul-stirring grass is also an important existence for the immortal city, but Si Fei didn't know what he thought, and he didn't stop it, so he surrendered the soul-grassing hand.
After Yan Jin left, a piece of forgetfulness blossomed around him, Si Fei covered her lips, coughed a few times under her throat, and coughed out two blood.
He carelessly tossed the blood-stained Pai, which ignited a fire in the air, burned to ashes, and dispersed in the wind.
The bald monk turned away from the shadows and looked anxiously at the Scarlet Boy: "Without Soulgrass, can you still hold back the forgotten flowers?"
"If you don't give Soul Turf, the first thing I can't hold back is the killer." Si Fei said, "Did you hear what he just said?"
The bald monk snorted, and the scene of the genius flickered before him.
"Anyone is dead, are you going to pull the whole world to be buried?" The boy in the kimono stood in the flowers and asked calmly.
Yan Jin is calmer than a teenager, but in this calmness there is a ruthlessness: "Why not?"
The intangible murderousness made Yan Jin wither and forget the flowers all around her, and the bald monk shivered: "Can't hold it down ..."
He sighed for a while, and suddenly sighed. There was a trace of sigh in the half-squinted little eyes: "In my life, I have counted three big hexagrams."
The first hexagram is Yan Jin.
When the bald monk first met Yan Jin, he was a newborn child. At that time, the bald monk was also young and vigorous, and did not understand convergence. It happened to be passing by when he saw Xiao Yan Jin, saw his face, and even thought of a divination, leaving behind the words of "Born in Nature".
This hexagram ruined a newborn innocent child.
The second hexagram is calculated by Qing Yunzong Wen.
He met Wen Zongzu during his training, and he was a close friend. When he emerged, he calculated a hexagram for Wen Zongzhu, and the result was shocking-it was a hexagram showing death.
This hexagram failed to conceal the Lord Wen, and the lord Wen failed to escape the fate shown by this hexagram. When the night is still quiet, the bald monk sometimes thinks that if he did not count this hexagram, the lord Wen may not have delivered everything to the apprentice so frankly, but ignored himself, and after calculation, he would not be able to die safely.
This hexagram ruined his only best friend.
"The third hexagram ..." The bald monk sighed heavily. "Should never be wrong. When Yan Jin was enchanted, he calculated another hexagram for him."
After the third hexagram was calculated, he passed on the number of lives that Yan Jin's natural disaster would destroy the world. The original intention was to let the Xianxiu people join forces to suppress Yan Jin and the wasteland demons, but who ever thought that the natural demon body It is so powerful, and the celestial beings are not as united as he imagined. Yan Jin has been killed all the way so far, but he has not been suppressed at all.
With this hexagram, he destroyed the entire Xiuxian Realm.
No, maybe there is rescue.
The bald monk took a deep breath, and found out from his arms the idle birth weapon that had been idle for a long time, a stack of thick destiny paper.
...
Everyone in the Xiuxian Realm found that the horrible devil suddenly disappeared, and without any precaution, suddenly disappeared.
No one knows where he went, and no one knows whether he is alive or dead. As they rebuild the ancestral gates, they look at each other-the big devil's head is cleaned up?
No, it doesn't.
It's just that the person who can suppress the big devil "lives".
Seeing this situation at the present age, in fact, it is not considered to be resurrected. He just barely consolidates the incomplete soul under the effect of the soul tracking grass.
His bones could not be found for a long time. When Yan Jin left, Song Kun returned quietly, burning the whole room with a fire.
Yan Jin turned over the ruins of Qing Yunzong and found only a piece of bone the size of a finger.
He shook his hands, cherished the broken bone in his heart, feeling the familiar atmosphere that was weak to almost nothing, and his heart was almost bursting with pain.
Later, Yan Jin spent countless thoughts, and did not know how long it took, before exhausting her spiritual power, pinching a body for the old age.
The broken bone was wrapped by Yan Jin with the best spiritual jade, tied with a red rope, and hung on the neck of Sui Jian, it was regarded as a calm body made by spirit.
When he woke up, he was incomprehensible. When he woke up, the whole person was ignorant, let alone no memories of his lifetime. At this time, he was like a newborn baby, his eyes were clear and bright, and he was full of words.
When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Yan Jin. Yan Jin's gaze was very hot, but not malicious, she looked at him and blinked.
Then he saw the man's eyes suddenly red before him, and hot tears slipped from his cheeks, dripping on the back of his hand, and he shrank slightly, out of instinct, and whispered.
This sound awakened Yan Jin. Yan Jin held up his completely weak hand, and put a hot kiss on the back of that fair hand, and choked a voice, "See you at the age."
"I finally found you."
Because of Sui Jian's physical reasons, Yan Jin did not take him back to the wasteland. The environment there was too bad for Sui Jian to live in. Yan Jin found another place with beautiful mountains and clear water, and built a house with Sui Jian. inside.
For a long time after waking up at the beginning of the year, he was very fragile, and was often lethargic. The tiredness brought by insomnia made him unable to stay awake for a long time.
Yan Jin found the spiritual medicine that was beneficial to the soul from various places, or made it into pills, or ground it into spiritual medicine, and fed it every day to the old age, and wiped his body repeatedly with the medicine. His soul is a little more solid.
He wanted to use the soul tracking grass, but the soul tracking grass is still immature, the effect is not significant, Yan Jin can only support.
The soul-grassing grass is a grass left over from ancient times. It is always difficult to raise the grass. When Si Fei presented the grass, Yan Jin explained that the soul-grassing grass was nourished with heart and blood. Whoever uses it, nourish it with their blood. If you use other people's blood, double the amount.
However, when I saw a soul, where did I get the blood, let alone take pains, even if I did, Yan Jin was not willing to let Sui suffer, so I quietly raised it myself.
I do n’t know how long it ’s been until I ’ve seen better. I ’ve been awake for a few hours every day. People who could n’t move in the past can only be hugged by Yan Jin. At this time, they can also walk around with Yan Jin ’s help. Off.
Probably because the first person I saw when I woke up was Yan Jin, or maybe it was the subconscious left in the soul.
This kind of dependence is not enough to stick to Yan Jin all the time, but sometimes when I see a daze for a long time, I suddenly have to tilt my head to look at Yan Jin, seeing that the other party is still around, only to show a smile, contented He nestled in his arms and continued to be dazed.
Yan Jin held him in her arms like holding rare treasures.
There are still some monsters and monsters in the wasteland. Not that they stayed there voluntarily, mainly because of Yan Jin's fear. This part of the demon monster was suppressed in the wasteland for thousands of years, and the thoughts of doing things were almost worn. Yan Jin conquered them violently, but also made them willingly respect Yan Jin as the master, saying that they should respect him.
A few little monsters who were not so stubborn were staying near Yan Jin's residence for Yan Jin to drive.
When things are okay, the little monsters diligently plant flowers and dig ponds to raise fish, in an effort to make the surrounding environment more interesting, so that they can laugh at the ages.
Here, smile at the age, that's a good thing!
Although I do n’t know what happened to Zun Shang and the white-clad man who was called to see Sui, it ’s really amazing to respect Sui to see Sui, saying that it ’s more important than his own life. Holding it in your hand is afraid of falling, and holding it in your mouth is afraid of melting.
As long as you laugh at the age, your mood will become very good, and these little monsters will also slightly converge on the momentum-God knows that they live under the might of Yan Jin and shiver every day!
They are anxious to laugh every day, it ’s best to laugh to the supreme ape and never forget to trouble them-well, what do those human words say in the book?
The bitterness rises for a short time, and the king does not come early.
They do n’t understand what ’s in the early dynasty. The first sentence is understandable. After all, they look so small, they are also a thousand-year-old monsters. They should know everything, they do n’t seek respect. Don't look for them to fight, or find trouble for them.
So a few fluffy monsters jumped up and down every day, just to laugh at the old age, but to make this peaceful day a little more fun.
The sun rises and falls, spring, summer, autumn, and winter, just like that, after a long time.
In recent years, Yan Jin has been carefully taken care of by Yan Jin, and she is well-produced. Ling Dan is fed with elixir, so it looks like no other person.
Yan Jin slightly refreshed, and sometimes went out to find more elixir. He didn't dare to leave for too long. Generally, the door was white sunrise, and he would come back before sunset. Seeing that he felt extremely insecure at night, he could never leave one step.
Early in the morning, when I was awake when I was young, Yan Jin hugged him and said, "Today, there is a spiritual fruit that is ripe. I should pick it back and eat it later by the companion beast."
Every high-quality spirit fruit will have companion beasts next to it. The higher the quality, the more powerful the companion beast, sometimes even more than one.
When I saw the name of the companion beast, I frowned, and hugged Yan Jin unhappyly, and froze in his chest, whispering, "I'm fine, can't I pick it?"
Strong as Yan Jin, sometimes he will inevitably suffer some injuries when facing a large group of companion beasts. The injuries are not serious. For the things he has suffered, he can only be regarded as minor injuries. , Still distressed.
Maybe it's from the instinct of the soul.
Yan Jin stood up half-embracing him, dressed him, and gently wiped away the little water from the corners of her eyes with yawning, softly: "I will be back soon, I won't be injured Yes, see you when I'll wait for a while, okay? "
Sent away unhappyly, kicked off the shoes lazily, walked around the room barefoot, and finally sat down leaning against the soft couch by the window.
The window was only half open, and the breeze was slowly, narrowing his eyes when he was half a year old, and yawning lazily. He was so lazy that Yan Jin was so lazy that he couldn't even push the window open again, and he looked out a little through the gap, just to see a few little birds on the branches.
After a while, when I was old, I was drowsy again. I narrowed my eyes and prepared to take a nap. There was a small murmur outside the window.
It was Yan Jin's two little monsters left here, a lop-eared rabbit and a big-tailed squirrel.
The external affairs and the identity of Yan Jin are known at all ages. Yan Jin did not hide from him, but he didn't care much. For him, Yan Jin treated him well. It was enough.
These two little monsters are the most lonely and humorous. They only think that they are sleeping in the room when they are old, and they do n’t think too much, just go a little cool and gossip under the eaves.
Rabbit said: "Sister Peacock said that the number of times that Supreme has recently returned to the wasteland is getting less and less. She just sent a message saying that there are a lot of affairs in the wasteland."
The squirrel said: "Oh, this is also no way out. Right now, respect for the gentle hometown that is obsessed with beauty, it is normal to ignore the wasteland."
Rabbit said: "Also. I have been single for many years. Well, men, it's been like this for a long time. By the way, is that the latest book of the fox demon?
The squirrel was diverted from the subject, hugged his big tail, dug out in the fluff, and pulled out a picture book: "It's out! I just bought it from another demon!"
This is said to be a story adapted from a fox demon based on personal experience, but the fox demon didn't understand the words and could only draw it.
The rabbit turned the page flexibly with two long ears, and said happily, "Where did you see it last? Oh, saw the fox demon met the emperor on earth, and that emperor was immediately seduced by him ..."
The two monsters got together, whispered while looking at the picture album, and the discussion was very lively. There were also some phrases in the middle, such as "The Lord is like this emperor", "The fear in the house is not only a fox monster" Wait for a joke.
This is a story of the fox demon beauty and the emperor who lost the river and mountains. After hearing it for a while, I thought it was quite interesting. He had a rare interest, opened the window and called for two fluffy: "What do you see? I want to see too."
So when Yan Jin came back that evening, she saw only a rabbit and a squirrel guarding the door uneasily.
He frowned, invisible coercion released: "What?"
The squirrel hugged its big tail, forcibly boldly: "Look at the father-in-law and look at the picture album ..."
They did not dare to call each other by their names, nor did they know what their identity was, so they imitated human beings and called them boys.
Yan Jin saw that her hair was almost bald, and she didn't speak any more, and pushed in.
Sui Jian leaned loosely on the soft couch, his clothes were slightly messy, and his slender fingers happened to turn over a page. He was fascinated and didn't even notice his return.
Monsters, they are always more open and bold. This album tells such a story, and some pictures are unavoidable ... it is irritating.
I did n’t understand these things very well, but it was probably instinct. He looked at it and felt that the room was a little hot. No one was standing horizontally, he loosened his placket, so cool and cool, and then continued to watch, with interest.
"See you?" Yan Jin laid the jade box containing the Linguo fruit on the case table and walked in doubt.
When I heard his voice, I suddenly returned to my heart. I took Yan Jin's hand and gently dragged Yan Jin onto the soft couch and sat down, and then she nestled herself in Yan Jin's arms, and she moved to the side. Yan Jin shoved into Yan Jin's hands, pointing to the picture and saying, "What are they doing?"
Yan Jin subconsciously glanced down, and then suffocated.
The charming fox demon with a half-faded shirt is climbing on the emperor and doing his best.
The author has something to say: This Shi Jin cub has to remember that Shen Zhixuan's words are not unreasonable, they are all in return.
This is Sunday's update (whisper: it's so long), and there is a chapter today (length unknown).

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